#but im also so excited to meet ruby

[god-tier-bastard]

everyone keeps talking ab how the doctor's a slut for inviting the toymaker to travel with him as if he wasnt doing it to find a way to save the master stuck in the clown's tooth. yes he's a slut but only for koschei

[princess-sof-time]

Alright alright!! Im excited!! Thanks A-chan!!

I was thinking if you could write for Aqua, Ruby, Akane (Oshi no Ko), Shinji (Evangelion) and King (Nanatsu no Taizai) with a S/O that use glasses and really has problems to see without them (like they need to stare for some minutes or hold something pretty close to them to be able to reconize it), also anytime they removes their glasses for whatever reason they forget where they put them (even if a moment ago they had it in their hand)

I thought it could be really funny 😆

I found it even more funny when writing the reactions of the characters (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

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☆ He is very used to you losing your glasses and he knows all the places you lost them and they are much easier to find and he keeps an eye on you and when you drop them off somewhere he picks them up and gives them to you .

☆ When you're without glasses and can't read or distinguish anything he helps you, being a great companion and always guiding you when you don't have your glasses on.

☆ Sometimes he hides his cell phone so you don't spend too much time looking at it and it hurts your eyesight, finding that cute side of you, but he worries a lot about your eyesight being so bad and always takes you to the ophthalmologist even if you protest all the time.

☆ It makes you have a routine together, distracting you and making you stay less on the phone and go on weekly dates with him, in addition to walks outdoors, always prioritizing the health of your eyes.

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☆ Helps you look for your glasses, always teasing you about how forgetful you are, sometimes hiding them for a few seconds later to hand them to you. She has to admit that she finds his forgetful ways very cute.

☆ Whenever you're having trouble recognizing something, she helps you, of course after teasing you about how you couldn't live without her, because of her forgotten way she ends up giving you several affectionate nicknames.

☆ Making you have outdoor meetings and calling your attention all the time so that you are less on the phone, maybe even using some more elaborate tactics and always going to your ophthalmologist appointments to support and reassure you.

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☆ She finds your glasses very quickly, memorizing all the places you've lost them before, always recommending that you wear a contact lens.

☆ Whenever she sees your difficulty reading something without glasses she reads it to you, becoming seriously concerned about how bad your eyesight is, you have your face glued to a picture of the two of you and it took her more than five minutes to recognize that was you in the picture.

☆ And affectionate but also strict with your vision problem forcing you to go to an ophthalmologist every year, since health is a priority, every time your appointment with the ophthalmologist is over she showers you with affection and words of support.

☆ Finds it funny how you can confuse things, once you thought you found a rabbit when it was actually a dog and it makes you laugh just remembering plus many other things you've already confused.

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☆Shinji can't believe how quick you are to lose your glasses, they were in your hand a few seconds ago. Being someone very special to him makes him not mind spending a few hours looking for his glasses.

☆ He sometimes thinks it's funny how you're always holding something close to your face to recognize the words or object, helping him beforehand so you don't have to suffer so much to distinguish what it is.

☆ Ask Misato to take you to the ophthalmologist all year round, because it really is something very necessary, he wants the best for you and your eyes, whenever you go out he accompanies you so that you don't get lost if you lose your glasses.

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☆ He is very protective, he loves you very much and doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, he keeps you company and doesn't leave your side, he is very worried that you will get lost or that someone will take advantage of you because of your bad eyesight.

☆ Every time he finds your glasses or helps you recognize something and you bombard him with thanks and compliments, it makes him feel embarrassed and bragging a bit, and he keeps thinking all day about your compliments that always make him stay with flushed cheeks.

☆ He is always at your disposal and is always helping with whatever you need, finding it cute when you are concentrating to recognize something.

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[eurydicees]

4 or 11 with skts :> [hi yes i'm predictable shh] for the location prompt !!!

hehe a couple months late but im excited abt this one :D

the flight and the fall / the fury and the freak

summary: in the empty field by his house, just before a storm, atsumu finds a pair of wings, and the man who has cut them off. prompt: location prompts, a desolate field in the middle of nowhere, just before a rainstorm pairings: pre-relationship atsumu miya & kiyoomi sakusa words: 2184 warnings: blood, self-injury

The humidity is like a second layer of skin sweating over Atsumu’s limbs on the day he finds the wings. 

He’s out in the field nearby his house, on a walk before the thunderstorm breaks over their middle-of-nowhere town. He’s spent the past twenty minutes meandering through the forest between his house and the empty field, and by the time that he makes it to his favorite spot, the air feels almost electric with oncoming lightning. 

His usual birdwatching route is a loop from home, through the forest, to a spot on a grassy hill where an old oak tree stands, and then back. The wings are at the top of the hill, resting at the risen roots of the oak tree. They’re gorgeous, breathtaking things: a jet black, each wing longer than Atsumu’s arm, the feathers thickly interwoven in a pattern resembling a peregrine falcon. 

The thing is that Atsumu knows birds. He knows birds. He’s cataloged every bird that’s ever passed through this area. And he knows that these wings didn’t come from a bird. They’re too big to have come from anything smaller than he is. 

He kneels in front of them. There’s one piled onto the other, a red blood dripping from the scapulars—where the wing feathers would connect to a body—of the top one onto the feathers below. In the onsetting darkness, the red of the blood looks deeper than ruby and thicker than oil. Atsumu reaches out, hesitant to touch, and just as his fingers brush against the soft of the black feathers, a sharp voice cuts open the silence. 

“Don’t you dare touch that.” 

Atsumu flinches, pulling his hand back immediately. He stumbles where he had been bent over, landing hard on his knees. He turns slowly towards where the voice had come from, swallowing down the fear that builds up heavy in his throat. 

His gaze lands on two feet in the grass, and then he lifts his head to meet the gaze of—and he’s nothing more than a man, standing in the grass. He wears pants from what clearly was a nice three-piece suit before dirt had caked the hems and tears had ripped through both knees. He’s bare chested, and there’s a knife in his right hand. The knife glints an orange reflection under the setting sun, giving the impression that the blade is bleeding where red drips from the sharp edge. 

Atsumu has heard legends of angels, of wing-wearers, of men who aren’t men at all. He has heard legends of the awe or fear those creatures instill when looked upon. He has heard legends of what happens when you find injured things with wings. 

But he’s also so sure, looking at this man standing there, that he isn’t one of those legends. No, this man stares him down and he looks much too afraid to be any kind of legend. 

“Who are you?” Atsumu asks, voice hoarse. 

The hand holding the knife is shaking, and it makes drops of blood slip to the grass faster. Atsumu takes a shaky breath as the man says, “No one. You didn’t see anything.” 

Slowly, Atsumu stands up, unfolding his knees and rising to his full height. The man is taller than him, barely, but Atsumu feels his presence in the same way a young child might feel their father’s height tower over them. He studies the man in front of him; the set of his jaw, the narrowed gaze of his eyes, the trembling of his hands. The blood that stains the knife similarly stains his wrist, long smears of red running down his forearm. 

“You’re hurt,” Atsumu says. He takes a step forward. The man takes a step back. “I can help.” 

“How the fuck could you help?” the man sneers. “You don’t know me.” 

Atsumu takes another step forward and this time the man holds his ground, tightening his grip on the knife and raising his arm slightly to ward Atsumu off. “I’m Atsumu. What’s your name?” 

The man swallows. He doesn’t lower the knife, but he does say, harshly, “Kiyoomi.” 

“There,” Atsumu says. “Now we know each other. Let me help you.”

Kiyoomi takes a long, audible breath. “Don’t touch the—the—those.” 

His words are filled with disgust that Atsumu doesn’t understand the origins of, because the wings are beautiful. “The wings?” 

“Yes.” 

Atsumu doesn’t dare to glance back at them; he keeps his eyes on Kiyoomi. Atsumu is the one with his back to the tree, but Kiyoomi looks like a cornered animal standing there in the empty, desolate field. He also looks like he has nowhere better to go. 

Tentatively, Atsumu asks, “Are they yours?” 

Kiyoomi’s lip curls. “Technically.” 

Atsumu desperately wants to know why Kiyoomi has cut them off of himself—because it is becoming abundantly clear that that’s what he did with the knife still in his hand—but that’s a question for another time. Now that Kiyoomi has admitted to his identity, he looks like he’s about to collapse from exhaustion. 

“Come back to my house,” Atsumu says tentatively. “No one else is home. I can get you some, um. First aid, if you need it. And a shirt, maybe.” 

“I don’t. Need first aid.” Atsumu arches an eyebrow, and Kiyoomi exhales slowly through his nose. “It heals itself.” 

“You’ve done this before.” 

Kiyoomi shrugs stiffly, and that only raises more questions that Atsumu is dying to know the answers to. For a moment, they’re both quiet, just staring at each other. Then there’s a flash of lightning that electrifies the sky; it cracks open the dusk and the clouds seem to turn even darker than they already are. Kiyoomi flinches at the sudden light, and then at the drum of thunder that follows. 

“Come with me,” Atsumu offers again. He glances up as he feels the first few drops of rain landing on the palms he lifts open to the sky. “The storm is only going to get worse.” 

Kiyoomi hesitates, and then the rain begins to fall in earnest. He licks his lips, studying Atsumu for a moment. Then, “Fine.” 

“It’s about a twenty minute walk,” Atsumu tells him, and then he waves Kiyoomi forward as he walks back towards where he came from. Moving slowly, like every movement pains him, Kiyoomi follows. “Can I ask you a few questions?” 

Kiyoomi hesitates, only responding when Atsumu slows his pace and then glances over at him. “I reserve the right not to answer.” 

“Fair enough.” The field is wide and feels momentarily endless as they walk. The unkempt grass grows up past Atsumu’s ankles, and it moves in the harsh wind as a rough whisper at their feet. “So tell me, Kiyoomi. What brings you out here at dusk before a hurricane?” 

“I have a presentation on Tuesday,” Kiyoomi says, stiff and unemotional. “I usually work from home but I’m going to the city for a work conference this week and I present on Tuesday.” 

Atsumu looks at him. “That answers exactly no parts of my question, Omi.” 

“Don’t call me that,” Kiyoomi says, but his annoyance sounds more indignant than actually offended. “They, um. The wings. They grow to full size roughly every month. I cut them off when I stop being able to hide them.” 

Atsumu inhales sharply, an awful grief in his words when he asks, “Why would you do that?” 

Kiyoomi looks down at his hands as they walk slowly towards the edge of the forest, where the path home lays. The blood is drying on his skin and he itches at it, scraping it off with sharp fingernails, not looking at Atsumu when he says flatly, “So no one knows what a fucking freak I am.” 

“You’re not a freak,” Atsumu says; careful, measured. “Do you know how fucking cool it is to have wings? I’d kill to be able to fly.” 

Kiyoomi snorts. “I haven’t tried that since I was a kid. My parents didn’t like letting me out in public like…that.” 

“Next month,” Atsumu says determinedly. “You should try again. I bet it’s amazing.” 

“Next month,” Kiyoomi says, just as determined, but with an undercurrent of bitter anger, “I’ll be cutting them off again.” 

Atsumu is quiet. For a moment, there’s just the sound of their feet in the grass and the wind beginning to howl. The rain is coming down for real now, with no hesitation as it lands heavy and sharp on Atsumu’s skin. 

“Whoever told you you’re a freak was wrong,” Atsumu says, voice low under the drumming of the rain against dampening leaves. “I think you’re—” 

He cuts himself off. He met Kiyoomi only minutes ago. He’s been told he can be intense, especially with first impressions; he doesn’t want to scare Kiyoomi off now. He wants to get to know him, wants to unravel all the secrets of this man who walks with wings, this man who cuts them off. 

“I’m what?” Kiyoomi asks, words sharp. “Say it. Say it, Atsumu. I’ve already heard every awful thing there is to say about things like me.” 

Atsumu swallows. The rain lands hard on his cheeks not unlike tears when he’s angry rather than sad. He runs a hand through his hair, smoothing back the wet strands out of his eyes. His voice is low under the hum of rain when he says, “I think you’re beautiful.” 

“Beautiful,” Kiyoomi scoffs. “Don’t patronize me. You don’t have to hold back.” 

“I’m not—” Atsumu groans, frustrated, rubbing a hand over his face, which does nothing but work the raindrops into his skin. “I’m not trying to patronize you. I really think—you’re beautiful. And so are your wings.” 

Kiyoomi is quiet. Atsumu keeps walking, but pauses a few steps further when he realizes Kiyoomi isn’t following him anymore. Instead, Kiyoomi is staring at him with an unreadable expression; it’s like he’s studying Atsumu, trying to unravel him. Atsumu shifts uncomfortably under the weight of his stare.

The sun has just about fully sunk now, and the sky—still mostly hidden behind storm clouds—has darkened. The shadows of the treeline ahead of them fall over Kiyoomi’s face and cast him in a mask of indifference, but the hand holding the knife has loosened his grip and Atsumu can tell that something is shifting. 

“They’re disgusting,” Kiyoomi says, a vehemence in his voice that can only come out when a person is talking awfully about themselves. “They make me—different.” 

“Why is that so bad?” Atsumu asks. He thinks of his brother and the scales which line his spine and the backs of his arms. He thinks of his brother’s partner, and the deep red horns which curl up from the crown of his head back to his neck. He thinks of his old high school volleyball captain, and the gold flecks in his eyes that only shapeshifters carry. “You’re not the only one, you know, who has—” 

“A defect?” 

Atsumu narrows his eyes on Kiyoomi. “Not the word I was going to use.” 

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi asks, voice bitter. “Then what word were you going to use?” 

“Something different about them,” Atsumu says, somewhat lamely. He sighs, looking over Kiyoomi. He’s still not wearing a shirt; the rain drips over his bare chest in rivulets of water that trace his muscles. The blood on his hands has gotten wet with rain and it runs over his skin like outward veins and arteries. “And different isn’t a bad thing.” 

Kiyoomi rubs at his eyes with the hand not holding the knife; whether that’s because of the rain or because he’s getting emotional, Atsumu can’t tell. “It is for me. I didn’t want to be like this.” 

“Maybe not.” Atsumu takes a step forward. The muddy earth he stands on shifts under his feet with a squelch. “But you don’t have to cut pieces of yourself off because of it.” 

Kiyoomi tenses as Atsumu takes another step forward. The rain is getting so heavy and fast that Kiyoomi is almost blurred, only a foot in front of him. 

“I have a corporate job,” Kiyoomi says. He seems almost breathless, hopeless with the words. “A life that requires I act a certain way. Parents who want me to look a certain way. I can’t just…contradict that.” 

He says it, says he can’t go against what he’s been told all his life, but he sounds uncertain. His grip on the knife re-tightens and Atsumu stops moving closer. The rain is a wall between them, a sheet of glass that Atsumu wants to shatter. 

They stare at each other for a long moment, waiting to see which of them will break eye contact first. In the end, it’s Kiyoomi who ducks his gaze and Atsumu who smirks at him. In the end, it’s Atsumu who takes another step forward and Kiyoomi who doesn’t back away. 

“Come back to my place,” Atsumu says. Even the rain is louder. “Let me change your mind.” 

Kiyoomi swallows. For a moment, Atsumu thinks he’s going to make a run for it. Then, “You can try.” 

Atsumu grins. “Then let’s get out of this rain, Omi.” 

[scullysexual]

It Happened One Night (4/?)

Scully is an escort who is hired by Mulder because he is going through a divorce and may lose his kid. It was supposed to be one night, they were never supposed to meet again, yet fate has other plans for them.

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I don't even know where the other chapters are on this site so if you want to read from the beginning you'll have to go to ao3 for it. I can't promise that it won't be another year for the next chapter because this fic terrifies me if im honest but I'll try (and ignore everything else in the process) Also I know nothing about the FBI so that's that. Enjoy.

ao3 | @today-in-fic

Four.

“Dana!” A familiar voice calls out to her in the auditorium.

Dana looks up to see Ellen waving at her amidst the sea of seats. She brushes past a congregation of people, making her way towards her friend and sitting down beside her. As the only two females this year, Dana and Ellen had bonded immediately, a friendship forming not so soon after. It didn’t make sense otherwise.

“Did you check your emails?” Ellen asks her.

“No. Emily wouldn’t go to school so I didn’t have time to check. Why?”

“Agent Banks is sick,” Ellen says with a roll of her eyes. “So we’re getting a cover until he comes back.”

That doesn’t surprise Dana- the man was about 90 years old anyway.

“Did it say who?”

“I didn’t get that far but I heard the guys say it’s someone called Spooky. Do you have any idea?”

Dana shrugs but based on that nickname she didn’t have high hopes about them. In any case at least she could count on no arguments for the time being; Agent Banks liked to pick on her especially.

“Anyway, where were you on Saturday?” Ellen asks, moving on. “Me and Candice waited for you but you didn’t show. What happened to being more social?”

Dana internally groans. That was this Saturday. Dana had completely forgotten about her plans with Ellen, she was too busy having the best orgasm of her life that night. Of course Ellen didn’t know about that.

“Emily…Emily wasn’t feeling well,” she lies. Dana hated using her daughter as an excuse but she couldn’t exactly tell her the truth.

“Right,” says Ellen, not sounding completely convinced. “I think it’s about time we got you a babysitter.”

“Yeah, I’ll look into one…” Dana half agrees but only to move away from the topic.

Voices in the auditorium quieten down as everyone finds their seats and gets comfortable. The door to the side opens and there’s a murmur of voices and gasps. Dana isn’t paying attention, too busy arranging her pens in the colour of the rainbow. It’s only when she feels Ellen tap her arm and buzz excitedly, “It’s him. He’s Spooky. Dana, look…” Does Dana look up to see what the commotion was about.

And honestly, she wished she hadn’t.

In fact, at that moment, she wished she wasn’t in the academy at all.

Because the person who was making her classmates and friend coo with excitement was the very person who had given her a fantastic orgasm the night before.

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It amazed Mulder just how neutral he could become when a thousand thoughts and feelings where running through his body. Confusion, surprise, excitement, happiness, and even anger all swirled within him at once and yet his face betrayed none of it. He was stoic, slightly rumpled from having his usual bout of no sleep and unprepared to actually teach a class full of future FBI agents, but still standing nonetheless when all he wanted to do was leave and never come back.

Somehow the universe was in his favour and somehow it wasn’t. In a sea of indistinguishable males she stood out like the perfect ruby. There was no denying who she was. He’d bet his gun and badge that when he looked at the roster he’d see her name in there. The woman he hadn’t stopped thinking about since Saturday night. Just why did it have to be here of all places.

Mulder tries to ignore it, ignore her, to focus on the male portion of the room but his eyes are drawn to her, seeing red hair in his peripheral standing out against all the grey. He fumbles through his slides, tries to focus on what he is actually here to do, to explain profiling, but his brain is a jumbled mess and of course he fucks up the date of imprisonment of a serial killer he helped to catch in front of everyone, in front of her, just like a buffoon…

He thinks he got away with it, thinks nobody noticed but a voice speaks up from the right-hand corner, loud and clear, unmistakably her.

“1989,” she says with an emphasis on the wrong number. “Ian Lucas Gates was imprisoned in 1989, he committed his first murder in 1987.”

“Perhaps you’d like to come up and teach the class then, Agent Scully, seeing as you know everything.”

It was an outburst. An unnecessary outburst that has Mulder biting his tongue and wishing to take it all back. The rest of the class murmurs amongst themselves, looking wearily from one person to the next. Mulder chances a glance at Scully who stares back at him with a glare that could kill him on the spot if it had the power to.

“Perhaps I will, Agent Mulder, seeing as I know more than you,” she counters.

Someone coughs to disguise a laugh as Scully waits for his reply. The room was stifling with tension and he doesn’t miss the way the woman next to her is continuously looking back and forth between them.

This isn’t the time, Mulder thinks. He switches off the projector and looks at the time, thankful for the class to almost be over.

“Collect your work sheets on the way out,” he says to them knowing they wouldn’t begrudge a 10 minute early dismissal.

They raise to their feet in a matter of seconds, chairs scraping back, bags being collected, a small chatter starting to form. Mulder turns his back to them all, fussing with some papers on the desk for something to do, mortified at himself for snapping at her like that. It was a mess. A big mess. And he had four weeks of this shit.

Scully and her other only female classmate are the last to leave. He should let them leave and next time he’ll do a better job at pretending he doesn’t know her.

But he does know her. More than probably anyone else in the room does and it’s that that wins out.

“Scully,” he gently calls. She stops in her tracks, as does her friend. “A word. Please?”

Her friend looks at them with suspicion.

“It’s fine,” says Dana. “I’ll catch up with you.” Once the other woman is gone Scully turns. The anger on her face almost knocks him down, he wasn’t expecting it. Meekly, he makes his way to the door, closing and locking it. Once it’s just the two of them all pretences drop.

“What the fuck was that?” she bites, referencing their little moment. “And why are you here?”

“Why am I here? Why are you here?” He wasn’t going to start with this. He wanted to go in slowly. He’s found her! In the worst possible place but he’s still found her and he finds himself giddy over the realisation. He softens slightly. “You said you were studying science.”

But Scully was still angry. “Well I can’t exactly say I’m training to be an FBI agent, can I? Besides, I didn’t see you being honest about this.”

He shakes his head. “I thought you already knew.”

“No, I—” She starts to go red and looks away and it dawns on Mulder just what has gone wrong here.

“You didn’t do your homework before we met…” he says.

She sighs still looking away from him. “Charlotte said there was nothing to worry about.”

“Who the fuck is Charlotte?”

“Kind of like my manager, sort of…She runs the…” she reddens even more. “Agency. When I told her I didn’t have time to look into you she did and she said nothing about you being FBI so…”

“I think you need to fire her, or…or move onto to another agency because she sucks. You’re lucky it was me.”

Scully scoffs. “Oh am I?”

“Yes. Because if it was anyone else here you’d be out, Scully. Do you understand that?”

She says nothing but the anger lessens slightly.

“So what came first, the agency or the academy?”

“They sort of…happened at the same time.”

“Why?”

The anger that had lessened ever so slightly comes back full force.

“Why should I tell you? You think just because you got to fuck me one night that you suddenly get to know the ins and outs of my life? You can get to fuck, many men have had that privilege and I don’t see them questioning my choices so why should you get to?”

Mulder sighs. This conversation was a rollercoaster and not going exactly how he planned, what little planning he’d done in the first place.

“You’re all I’ve thought about for two days,” he admits.

“Well now you’re just being fucking weird.”

Mulder sighs again. “I’m being serious. I’ve been wanting to find you since then but not through the agency and not by paying $300 to pretend.” He reaches out to grab her hand then thinks better of it, lacing his own hands together to keep them from touching hers. “That night was different for you, too, right?”

Scully shifts on her feet, crossing her arms, saying nothing.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Scully. I’ve seen your work and out of all of them you have the biggest chance here. I don’t want to see it ruined.”

“So why are you being a dick about it?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…I care about you and, shit…I’m your instructor.” He wipes his hands over his face.

“You really feel that way?” she asks.

“Oh yeah.”

She moves closer to him, reaching out to take his hand. His heart gets stuck somewhere up his throat, his stomach doing somersaults. What are you doing? he wants to ask her.

“It’s just for 4 weeks, right? You being here?” He nods not daring to speak. “And then you go off to…whichever department you belong to.” He nods again. “So we can wait.” She isn’t looking at him. “And reassess in 4 weeks?”

“We’ll reassess in 4 weeks,” Mulder croaks, throat dry.

“Okay.” She squeezes his hand before dropping it. “I need to go pick up my daughter now.”

She starts backing away, making her way towards the door. She’s almost out of it when he calls for her again.

“Scully? I’m sorry for what happened in class. I shouldn’t have attacked you like that.”

She leans against the door, smiling and Mulder is so happy to see that smile again.

“I’m used to it. Agent Banks grills me all the time in here.”

Mulder makes a face. “Agent Banks is your instructor here?”

“Unfortunately. And I think he hates women.”

“Oh unfortunately he does. But from what I hear the man is on his deathbed so…”

She smiles again. “I won’t say what I was going to say.” She looks at him again, softer this time, like she did that night. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mulder.”

“See you tomorrow.”

He still smiling to himself when she’s gone, finally basking in the giddiness of seeing her again. Four weeks. He just needs to survive these four weeks and then maybe…

The door opens again and it’s her, muttering a string of sorries as she reaches for a work sheet before disappearing once more. The door clicks shut and she is gone.

Until tomorrow.

[riridontneedya]

Ruby. (A contination to Sapphire)

Summary: After moving to a new town y/n found herself in an exciting and unexpected encounter with a stranger . Y/n thought that would be the last she would see of him . However that wasn't to be the case .. and now unfinished business can now be settled.

Pairing: Female Y/n reader x Modern day Draco

Words: 1,500

Warnings: Adult themes, Mature language , SMUT, sexual explicit scenes , unprotected sex , Angst .. not suitable for minors . You know the drill of not engaging if you know this content does not concern you!

A/NS: Enjoy my lovelies :) This is the one I favour more out the two lol but thats just my preference make sure you read "Sapphire" thats essentially part 1 and has a more in-depth summary. Anywho requests are open and let me know if you like it angels xx

Oh and a "GP" is short for general practitioner. Its basically your local doctors just incase other audiences are unaware.

Have you ever had a moment so surreal. Where you can’t help but replay the events over and over again in your mind. This was happening to y/n , she was so blissfully unaware of her surroundings just caught up in an infinite loop of thought over this mornings encounter. It was the shrill shriek of a disgruntled child  that pulled her from her repetitive thought cycle. Tremendous timing on behalf of said child as just after the receptionist called out her name. If not for that she wondered how long she would’ve been sat there with a gormless look on her face. “Miss Y/L/N”. “Yes thats me” said y/n as she rose to her feet and scuffled to the desk. “Mrs Crawford will see you now in room 3, last door on the left sweetheart” she smiled whilst handing her a clip board. Y/n thanked the receptionist and rounded the corner. 

Y/n slowed down as she approached the door with the name that matched what the receptionist had said . She knocked twice waiting to be called in. It couldn’t have been more than 30 seconds but y/n felt it an oddly long amount of time to wait to be let in if she was expecting her. Unsure what to do she knocked once more this time a bit firmer incase she didn’t hear. But again nothing. Y/n didn’t want to appear rude and just barge in but she also didn’t want to be stood in the hallway like an idiot for the duration of her appointment. So with that she cracked the door and peered around it. As far as she could see there was no one in the room , but the chair was pulled away from the desk and the steam was still wafting from a mug sat near the  monitor. By the looks of things she must’ve stepped out quickly .. perhaps she’d gone to the bathroom ..or went to grab some documents. So y/n decided to slip into the room and patiently await her return. 

Not too shortly after she had sat down the door swung open and a deep voice chimed into the room “Apologies were shorted staffed today and Im afraid Dr Crawford has been called away , seeing as this is just a general checkup ill be stepping in for her but she will be your main gp, anyway its nice to meet you Y/n I am Dr…” his sentence fell short as he finally glanced up from his clipboard and locked eyes with y/n.  “Fuck” he muttered . Frantically shutting the door ensuring to lock it behind him. Y/n felt as if her eyes had popped clean out of her skull . It was that same arrogant blonde … the one from the bar dammit the one from the woods that very morning!

“What the fuck are you doing here , did you follow me?”. ‘Follow you .. get a fucking grip mate this is a GP practice its public domain .. you think I would’ve just gone ahead with all this had I known there was a chance you could’ve been my bloody doctor’. He paused and processed what Y/n said. His expression had softened ever so slightly indicating he believed y/n.  “Right well , fair enough I suppose” he began to fiddle with his stethoscope unsure as to what to do next , he had anticipated potentially running into her after said events but not exactly a few hours later in his place of work. 

“I can leave if you like , iIl wait until the gp .. my actual one is available” y/n said making her way to the door. “No that won’t be necessary !  I have. A job to do so if you don’t mind , do as your told .. and pop yourself on that table”  ‘Must you be so curt” scowled y/n making her way towards the table. “Well it didn’t stop you wanting to fuck me in a forrest now did it? ” He shrugged watching as she popped herself onto the examination table. Y/n couldn’t help the heat that flush to the surface of her skin as he approached. That mornings events flashed in her mind .. his groans his scent his taste all still fresh in her memory, and now with him stood before her with a button down shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow and a stethoscope roped around his neck…. arousal washed over her once more. 

His tongue prodded the inside of his cheek. He could see the goosebumps on her skin and how breathing appeared to hasten. He swallowed sharply trying his hardest to remain professional but he couldn’t deny how incredibly turned on she made him. “Come to think of it.. this is a perfect little coincidence … this way we can finish off what we started..I mean if you like of course” His hand began to graze delicately up her forearm as he watched her closely attempting to gauge her response. Y/ns steamy gaze was all the confirmation he needed “good girl , now if I remember correctly we left off with my cock in your mouth” he smirked. Y/n simply rolled her eyes as she used his stethoscope to draw him closer to kiss .

He kissed her with a piping hot ferocity, it was clear they had unfinished business . He was practically devouring her pulling her in a close as physically possible. “Fuck” he moaned “take this all off” he instructed helping her hoist off articles of her clothing and discarding it across the room. Grabbing her thigh he hoisted her towards him to the edge of the table , whilst he plunged to his knees. “Spread your legs”  without any hesitation she followed his instruction. His grip was fastened tightly around her waist. She was right where he wanted her to be her body his  personal playground. His occupation as a doctor must’ve aided him in knowing a woman’s anatomy so well as his warm broad tongue seemed to hit every spot that would send an electric charge pulsing through her.

It continued to roll delicately back and forth over her bundle of nerves. Making her convulse . As if that wasn’t enough he took to vibrating his tongue in and around her just to push her over the edge. Y/n had collapsed back onto the table her hand grabbing a tuft of his hair, becoming increasingly louder with each glide of his tongue. “Shut the fuck up” if we get caught so help me god” he growled against her heat. Y/ns breathing hitched and her grip tightened on his blonde locks as she spasmed against his searing tongue. Unable to stop the moans spilling from her. He promptly rose to his feet “What the fuck did I say huh” he snapped tugging her fiercely by the hair “There are so many things I could gag you with in here so you either shut up or ill make you” .

It shouldn’t have had such an effect on her but when he spoke to her with such aggression and assertion it made her flutter. Pulling her off the table her propped her upright , he motioned his finger in a swivel indicating for her to turn facing away from. “Im going to fuck you so hard do you understand?” “I don’t care what you do just hurry up and fuck me” moaned y/n. With that he thrusted eagerly inside her. Just as he anticipated y/n would shriek as she adjusted to his size , so he swiftly clamped his hand across her mouth as he pummelled into her. The table shook violently as did she clinging for dear life as he thrusted in and out. He could feel the buzz of y/ns stifled screams into his palm. Initially he would’ve loved to hear he scream , scream out his name as she writhe beneath him in his bed but he couldn’t risk it all at his place of work. 

With the final sloppy thrusts and deep grunts he began to unleash inside her. Collapsing onto her back catching his breathe. Making his way to the paper towel station he rolled some off and handed it to y/n, then took some for himself to dab at his forehead . As y/n got herself together he picked up her once discarded clothes . This time instead of helping her out of them he was helping her in. “I know this may be a little back to front but .. would you like to go to dinner with me” he asked sheepishly rearranging his stereoscope around his neck.

Y/n couldn’t help but let out a giggle “Go on then!” She smiled “ So do I just go to a random restaurant and hope you’ll be the waiter or something” she smirked arching an eyebrow. “Haha very funny” he smiled . “Perks of work , I have all your information here ill text you later , and if in doubt ..well you know where to find me in the future now darling” he winked slapping her arse as she hobbled out the door. 

[raffi-cat]

Hi, first of all I LOVE your oc designs they looks so cool. What are their names and what’s going on with them. Gimme the details, if you would like to.

aaa thank you so much!! im assuming you're referring to specifically this post, and yeah, i'd love to talk about them! there isn't really an overarching story, they're all just individuals living their own lives

(also something to keep in mind: i made some of these stories when i was much younger, so they are a bit odd. i've since altered them to make a bit more sense, but i wanted to keep them mostly similar because they are dear to me)

this um, ended up longer than expected, so im putting it under the cut :]

daybreak (skywing): she comes from a family of minor nobility (via maternal generational wealth) and her father was a minor general. they were pretty strict with her and held her to very high standards. she was put to military training when she was fairly young, but the war ended before she was old enough to join

she doesn't really like her parents, especially her mother. there is a matriarch, her great grandmother on her mother's side. daybreak especially doesn't like her. they're all just too strict and it seems she can never quite hold up to their standards

her parents were pretty loyal to queen scarlet, but did easily accept ruby as queen when the official challenge took place. daybreak never liked scarlet, and was very glad ruby became queen

as she gets older she is able to distance from her parents, and moves away from their residence near the palace to live in a smaller town, likely more up north

i might give her a younger brother but i haven't decided yet

desert (sandwing): she has unusually potent venom that seems to eat away at the skin quicker. when her parents found out, being annoyingly loyal to burn, thought giving desert to her as a tool would be the best way they could serve their queen

burn was delighted about a new "secret weapon" but couldn't use her right away because she was still very young. so she was trained until burn deemed her fit to fight (still far too young) the war ended before burn was able to use her "properly", but she did get into many battles before hand, resulting in multiple scars and a partially burned right wing (though not enough to greatly impede her flying)

she was very happy about thorn becoming queen. she didn't stay near the palace long, wanting to get away as soon as possible. she likely finds a small town somewhat similar to possibility

storm (icewing): she was born with a genetic mutation that increases the pigment in parts of her scales. her patterns were pretty light as a baby, and got darker as she got older. if she lived near the palace, she would have been completely shunned. but she lives in a town in the southwest of the ice kingdom, where no one really cares about that. her darker scales do give her a disadvantage as she can't blend in with the snow very well, but she manages. her parents are very loving and she has an overall good life

saffron (mudwing): i don't really have anything for him, to be honest. he's just a sweet boy. i really need to design his siblings, so far i only have a name for one of them. he may not have much but i love him

prismarine (seawing): a middle class seawing, there's not much for her either. but she is gay and has a girlfriend, navy. they are very in love and very cute together

virga (rainwing): she is a pretty regular rainwing, and again not much for her. she's a bit more calm and less excitable than an average rainwing. the village can sometimes get a bit overwhelming, so she likes to spend time in secluded parts of the rainforest

duskfall (nightwing/skywing): her mother (wishkeeper) met a lone skywing soldier (her father, who i dont have a name for yet) while out for a patrol on the main continent. they continued to meet for several weeks and fell in love. she unfortunately couldn't tell him when she found out she was with egg, as he was gone when she went to meet up. (he's still alive don't worry, he was just called back from his post)

back on the island, she was very averse to talking about her egg. there was another dragon she was paired with, though they didn't care much for each other, and she just said it was his without further explanation. he knew it wasn't and was unbothered, but agreed to tell no one

when she had the egg, she kept it near her virtually all the time. even during her work testing animus magic. (i imagine the nightwings would have wanted to do some testing to make sure the magic worked how they wanted it to before using it for something as important as the tunnels. or.. something idk)

due to the close proximity to the magic and a small crack in the shell, caused a minor deformity as her wings being unusually thin and delicate, being practically transparent. this doesn't affect her

(i might change the reason her wings are thin? but this is what the story was and i honestly just haven't really thought about it much, so)

wishkeeper was getting increasingly worried about what would happen when when she hatched and everyone would be able to easily tell she wasn't full nightwing. so, she left the island to hide out in a secluded part of the forested mountains of the sky kingdom, essentially faking her and her egg's death

she found a hidden cave to make their home, and raised duskfall herself. though secluded and often lonely, she had a good mother and a good life. when she got older and the war ended, eventually her father was able to find them again

he was delighted to find out he and wishkeeper had a dragonet. unfortunately he cannot stay with them as he has responsibilities in the sky kingdom, but he does visit. (he got a wife (and potentially a son? haven't decided), but pretty much just for appearances. he doesn't care much for her (it's mutual))

duskfall is an artist and a writer and has always enjoyed capturing moments with her art. fun fact, she is left handed (left taloned?). she likely visits possiblity or a similar town often, but remains living relatively secluded

and there they are! this took longer than i expected but whatever

if you read all of this, uh, thanks! i really appreciate it :]

for your trouble here is a drawing of virga

[bestworstcase]

I’m like, so so thrilled you keep winning. All your analysis of themes and theories you’ve shared have been so fun to read!

Every time you post something I feel like a dad reading the Sunday paper. “Farran says the tree is a riddle and the answer is you, and there’s a 90% chance of the kind old tree very gently guiding Ruby through her trauma next Saturday.” And then it happens. So fun! Very excited to see the last 40 minutes of that musical compressed into a single finale.

i am still kind of just. gobsmacked honestly FHDNJSGK i can’t BELIEVE they did this. before the episode dropped i was telling myself ok. it might be a fluke—the musical did not pull its terrible tea party out of nowhere, that’s grounded in the book—this might swerve. They Did Not Swerve.

we’re down to about 26 minutes of musical left btw. jabberwock’s riddles + once more i can see + the final riddle + back home. fits like a glove and also, Conveniently, weiss just blasted jaune into the abyss and jaune has just um. confronted some things about the endings of his stories, so the jabberwock riddle wildcard is dealing with all of That, probably. what are you looking for? who’s stopping you? what are you going to do about it? who do you think you are? and what are you afraid of? <- jaune did not come all this way to miss the point. in this iteration of the musical alice gets the second to last question wrong and uses the watch to turn back time to give herself a second shot.

meanwhile once more i can see + the final riddle is like—i mean. that’s lost fable 2: the summering. ruby reached out for those answers and the tree intends to provide; that’s overtly telegraphed in the episode itself mghsv but the emotional split here is um. enticing. because with the setup given of summer reading the girl who fell through the world to yang and ruby we’ve got a lead into ruby reliving her last memory of summer -> ruby following summer to her meeting with salem. first the rediscovery of the lost child, then the compassion for the broken one.

But Who Is The Queen Of Hearts. Who!!

(trick question it’s salem.)

anyway yeah. ✨jazz hands✨ it’s my last week of being an oracle and im going to be so insufferable about it <3

[flowercitti]

OH MY GOD! MY FRIEND AND I WERE ON FACRTIME WHEN YOU DROPPED THIS WIP GAME AND WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT ALAERTING EACHOTHER NO MATTER WHAT WAS HAPPENING IN OUR LIVES IF EITHER OF US EVER SAW SOMETHING SO PRECIOUS ABOUT THIS GET UPDATED!!!! he are i are celebrating harder the ever before!!! happy pride to the two of us i can't believe chapter two is real!!! we've literally been waiting for this since it first came out, its all we talk about!!! also! im so excited for the shape of water au as both a vashwood and an astarion lover i dont know who i want this to be about more! ugh im so excited for all of these you have no idea. 💕💕💕💕💕 so much love to you and yours! have an amazing evening!

Ah Tysm for your excitement and lovely words! My vashwood things have been sidelined at the moment, but certainly not forgotten! 🤍🌷🌸 I surely hope to update them one day ahh.

Here’s a small excerpt for Something So Precious About This:

“Ah, you’re here with Vash Saverem. You’re late.” She says delicately, and something about the way she says it is impossibly sharp, meeting Nicholas’s gaze as he can’t help but dumbly blink up at her.

“But he’s still waiting for you.” She nods her head for him to go, pointing in the direction of his seat, and Wolfwood is moving without questioning it.

He’s still here. Maybe he hasn’t screwed everything up just yet.

He clutches his tie with two hands, wringing it between his fingers and searching for that blonde head of hair. He still feels out of place amongst the sparkling chandeliers and glittering dresses, pristine white tabletops and champagne flutes, but he hardly allows his eyes to linger on anything. He’s looking for Vash, and anything that isn’t him doesn’t keep his attention for long.

He finally finds him in the far back, seated quietly at a table for two. Wolfwood slows in his brisk pace, taking in the sight of him as he huffs in relief. Vash is dressed entirely in red, a dark burgundy corset cinched at his waist, detailed with threaded flowers. His trousers look as if they’re made of velvet, sheened with the same petal details, his ringed fingers nervously tapping at the neck of a wine glass. His blonde hair is spiked this, pushed back over his head to expose his face.

Nicholas thinks that he’s stopped breathing.

And my Vashwood Shape of Water AU 🤍

“Shut it up!” Legato hisses as soon as he steps foot into the room, teeth bared in that familiar snarl, mouth full of teeth and glinting canines.

Wolfwood follows after him and finally catches sight of the reason for all the screaming and banging.

He doesn’t know what he’s looking at for several moments, gaze flickering over an emalgination of feathers and bright eyes. There’s a furious flapping noise, beating wings that ruffle and flutter in sharp arcs. They’re huge and powerful, fighting against the men who attempt to hold it down, sending them careening backwards with every heavy swoop. It lets out another bellowing screech and there’s a face beneath the feathers, a bared mouth full of sharp fangs and glinting blue eyes that shine in the harsh light. It snaps out, mouth closing around the arm of a man who strayed too close, blood dripping to the ground in thick splatters as the man screams. It leaves the creature’s face stained red, a hissing trill rattling in its throat.

It looks directly at Nicholas and the creature pauses in its desperate crying, panting into the open air, ruby red mouth parted and its several eyes shining a searing blue as it just stares—

It looks afraid.

[demons-and-demigods]

Demons and Demigods Part Nine: Written Scene #5: Ruby vs. One Pissed Off Mom

More Sally, Paul, Sam, and Dean content! With bonus bamf Sally because I love her. Also, this has some hand-wavey bits but it's mostly a fully written scene, so enjoy!

Sally, back at home, was sick with worry. She hadn’t gotten an Iris Message from Percy or Annabeth in months and she was terrified that something had happened to them and no one would tell her.  

She called Dean and Sam, to ask if they’d run into the seven in their time on the road, and when they told her they hadn’t seen them since their chance meeting in Kansas a couple months ago, she broke down sobbing. Paul wrapped an arm around her shoulders and took the phone from her, putting it on speaker. Dean promised that they would be on the lookout for any signs and keep an ear open for any mention. Paul thanked them and asked if they’d be willing to swing by sometime soon, Sally would surely appreciate seeing them. 

The boys arrive in NYC and there’s still nothing from Percy or Annabeth or any of the other Seven or demigods that Sally knows. She reached out to Chiron, Thalia, and Grover to see if they’d heard anything at all, but they were all just as in the dark as her. Desperate, Sally prayed to Poseidon, begging him to send her some sign that their son was still alive out there, to tell her if something had happened to him. But there was no answer. She had known that there would be none, had believed Annabeth when she said that the gods had closed themselves off from the world all those months ago, but she had foolishly let herself hope that maybe her prayers and the love she knew Poseidon had for their son would be enough to break through whatever was going on with the gods to him. 

Anyway, Paul is still on paid leave and him and Sally and Sam and Dean are all at the Jackson-Blofis apartment trying to figure out what happened that made Annabeth and Percy stop IMing with no warning, and then one of Paul’s teacher friends and her wife come knocking on the door with a tray of cookies to check in on them. Paul invites them in and if they are startled by the two rugged male models sitting in the living room talking with Sally, neither of them says anything. Sally greets them and introduces Sam and Dean as her nephews who are P.I.s helping them look for Percy and the teacher and her wife are pleasant as can be, ask if there’s been any news and say that they hope they hear something soon, they know it’s hard not knowing if your child is safe.  

They stay and chat for a while, asking for stories about Percy and listening intently to every story that Sally and Paul tell. Sam and Dean do, too, excited to hear stories of what their little cousin is like when not on deadly quests where the fate of the world hangs in the balance. They also listen for instances where the story seemed to be sanitized for mortal ears and make mental notes to ask for the real story later.  

Once the teacher and her wife left, however, another random woman appeared in the living room. No one jumps, per say, but Sam and Dean both reach for the guns tucked into their waistbands and Sally grabs for the celestial bronze knife she’s taken to hiding in her boot as Paul tries to sneak toward the wooden baseball bat in the corner.  

“I thought they’d never leave,” the woman said dryly, and Sam and Dean lower their weapons with simultaneous groans. “You know, the company you boys are keeping these days makes it really hard to talk to you.”

“Sally, Paul, this is Ruby,” Dean said, distaste clear in his voice. “She’s a demon.”  

Paul’s eyes widened and he inched backward, shooting a glance at Sally. Sally narrowed her eyes and kept her knife in her hand, though she didn’t say anything.  

“She’s, well, maybe not a friend, but she’s not an enemy,” Sam tried to placate her. Dean rolled her eyes.  

“Yeah, but only because she’s weirdly obsessed with you.”  

“Look, if you don’t want to hear what I came to say, fine, I’ll leave,” Ruby snarled. “I just thought that since you’ve been sticking your noses in Greek business, you’d want to know that I heard something. But I guess you’re not interested, so maybe I’ll take my knowledge somewhere else.”  

“Wait!” Sally cried as Ruby turned to leave. “What do you mean?”  

Ruby laughed and turned back around to scrutinize Sally with a raised eyebrow. “You know, I’ve heard about you, Sally Campbell, or, sorry, what did you change it to, Jackson? The higher ups had big plans for you, you know. Just like they did for Mary. Of course, you had to go and ruin them by shacking up with a Greek god, making you and your son untouchable.” Ruby shook her head. “A shame, really. If the Greeks weren’t so anal about inter-pantheon mingling, your son could have been extraordinary.”  

“Enough, Ruby. Tell us what you heard or fuck off.” Dean growled.  

Ruby clicked her tongue and wagged her finger at him disapprovingly. “Now, Dean, is that anyway to ask a friend for help?”  

“Ruby, please,” Sam butted in, gesturing for Dean to leave it. “What did you hear?”  

“Thank you, Sammy,” Ruby said, and Sam had to bite back his retort that only family was allowed to call him that. “See, Dean? That’s the way to get a girl to open up.” She sauntered over and plopped herself down in Sam’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his hair. “There’s a rumor going around,” she said casually. “I thought it might be of interest to you.”  

“Spit it out already, you black-eyed bitch. Or did you just want to waste our time?” Dean grit out through clenched teeth.  

“Sammy, I don’t like the way your brother keeps talking to me. I don’t think I want to tell you, anymore,” Ruby pouted, looking up at Sam with an exaggeratedly hurt expression. “I want an apology.”  

Sam fought to keep his face neutral. “Dean’s sorry, Ruby,” he ground out.  

She shook her head. “I want to hear him say it,” she smirked over at Dean, who was practically fuming. “Make him tell me he’s sorry, and then I’ll tell you what I heard.” She tucked her head into the crook of Sam’s neck and smiled sweetly.  

Sam gave Dean a pleading look. Dean took a couple deep breaths, trying to quell his steadily rising rage, before opening his mouth, but Sally, it appeared, had had more than enough and decided to take matters into her own hands.  

Sally was a blur, appearing at Sam’s side in an instant and grabbing a fistful of Ruby’s hair to yank her off Sam’s lap and throw her to the floor. Before anyone could react, Sally had Ruby pinned underneath her and her celestial bronze dagger hovering just above Ruby’s throat.  

“Tell me what you know about my son right now or so help me God we will see just what celestial bronze does to demons. I can’t imagine it’s pretty,” Sally snarled.  

Dean, Sam, and Paul all stared at her in shock and a healthy bit of awe. (Paul thought he probably should not have found that as attractive as he did.)  

Ruby stayed silent, and Sally lowered her knife until it just barely sank harmlessly through the skin of the mortal Ruby was possessing and Ruby let out a scream that Sally quickly muffled with a hand over her mouth. Sally lifted the knife and waited for Ruby stop screaming before removing her hand.  

Ruby panted harshly.  

“Talk. Now.”  

“S-some big shot demons have been real chipper lately, which is unusual for demons. I heard a few of them talking about it. One of them said ‘the son of the sea and wisdom’s daughter fell.’” Ruby gasped.  

“The hell do you mean, ‘fell’?” Dean demanded. “Are you saying they died?”  

Sally tightened her grip on Ruby and twitched the knife downward again.  

“No!” Ruby cried. “At least, I don’t think so! Demigods die all the time, Greek or otherwise. I doubt demons would be so giddy about two more demigods they’re not allowed to touch biting it.” She rolled her eyes, then flinched when Sally made a low noise in the back of her throat. “Look, I’m not sure, exactly, okay? But I think-I think they meant that two demigods fell into the Pit.”  

“The Pit,” Dean said slowly, not entirely sure what Ruby meant.  

Sally gasped and sat back on her heels, dropping her knife to the floor and clapping her shaking hand over her mouth. “You don’t mean—” she said weakly.  

Ruby nodded.  

“Oh gods,” Sally gasped, and her eyes filled with tears. Paul rushed forward to kneel beside her.  

“Sally, what-what is it? What’s the Pit?” he asked, voice shaking.  

She sobbed and shook her head, unable to speak.  

Sam’s eyes widened in realization. “Tartarus. You mean Tartarus,” he breathed.  

“Based on all this, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that’s really bad,” Dean said. “What the hell is Tartarus?”  

“It is Hell,” Ruby said, sitting up now that Paul had moved Sally back to the couch. “The Greeks’ creation myth is a bit of a convoluted one, but essentially, there was nothing but Chaos, at first. And then Chaos made the Primordials. Gaea is the earth, she is nature and living things. Over the earth was created a dome, which became the sky and Gaea’s husband, Ouranos. Another dome was created beneath the earth, called Tartarus, the Pit of Damnation. Gaea and Ouranos had children together, and those children were the Titans. But Ouranos grew cruel, so Gaea convinced her children to help her trick him. They brought him down to earth, away from his element so he’d be weak. Their youngest son wielded his father’s scythe and, as his four brothers held their father down, chopped Ouranos into tiny pieces and scattered them into the Pit so that he would never again be able to take on a physical body. The Titans later had their own children, the Gods. When the Gods brought the same fate upon their father Kronos as she and her children had upon Ouranos, Gaea grew furious, and bore a new race of children with Tartarus called the Giants. One Giant was born to oppose each of the twelve Olympian Gods. The Giants were bigger, stronger, and meaner than anything that came before them. Eventually, however, they, too, were cast into Tartarus as their eternal prison, and Gaea fell into a deep sleep, exhausted and depressed as all her family was locked away. But now, Gaea is waking, and the Giants are rising to help her. They are ruthless and will stop at nothing to reawaken their mother. But I’m getting off track. Tartarus himself is the Pit. He is the place Greek monsters go to reform when they are killed. His is the very essence of evil. The air is like acid and the ground shard of glass. The very environment down there is meant for suffering. If two demigods have indeed fallen into the Pit, then the air will poison them as they breathe, stop their wounds from healing. Every step will leave them weaker than the last. There is no escape for demigods from the Pit. They will wander, slowly dying, hunted by every monster they have ever killed, every horror ever spoken of in Greek myth, until they cannot carry on, and they give up. Until a monster finally gets the better of them or they simply lay down and wait to die. Their bodies will rot down there, will become carrion for hungry monsters on their way back to the surface. Their souls will be trapped in eternal agony, unable to rest or find peace as they continue to wander endlessly through hell. After long enough, they might change into monsters themselves. If they’re smart, they’ll throw themselves into one of the rivers of the Underworld and pray that the waters dissolve their sense of self.” Ruby smirked, then. “I hear that the Styx would be good for that.”  

Sally screamed in outrage and lunged for Ruby, wrapping her hands around the demon’s throat, but Ruby just opened her mouth and black smoke poured out, leaving an empty vessel on the floor. 

Sally sobbed.  

Paul held her close and cried silently into her crown.  

Sam and Dean looked at each other in horror before moving simultaneously to kneel beside Sally and Paul on the floor.

“Hey,” Dean said softly, laying a hand on his aunt’s shoulder. “Percy and Annabeth are strong. They’re also insanely smart and from what I hear, have a habit of surviving the impossible to survive. They’ll find a way out.”  

“Yeah,” Sam said, nodding. “They said something about the Doors of Death being chained and having to free them. As terrifying as it is, I bet those Doors are chained in the Pit and I bet that Percy and Annabeth know it. They’re probably on their way there to free the Doors and use them to escape as we speak. You just have to trust that they will find their way back to us, to you.”  

Sally breathed shakily as she tried to calm down and nodded slowly. “You’re right,” she said and sniffed. “I have faith that they will make it home. And I will be ready to support them and help them heal when they do,” she said firmly.  

“We all will,” Paul promised. “Whatever they need.” 

Okay, so I'm not the happiest with Ruby's rendition of the Greek creation myth and so-on, and I am well aware that I got carried away there and it's not all that accurate, but whatever. Please just roll with it. Bask in the glory of bamf Sally instead of thinking about that spiel too hard, okay?

[come-along-pond]

Hello! This is @rebel-author-chick and you are on my OC Creator Bingo card! I gotta say your OCs sound amazing and I will definitely be checking out their stories!

1. Florence Hargreeves, what are her powers? Which sibling does she get along with most? What did she think about Vanya's book?

2. What are Carola's thoughts about Thor? Does Loki trying to take over earth cause a rift between them? Does she have any powers?

3. What are Olive's hobbies? How did she feel seeing Steve for the first time after he got frozen? Did she and Bucky have a favorite thing to do together?

4. What is AU!Rain's relationship with Audrey? Who are her closest friends at Auradon (besides Ben)?

5. How does Rain feel when she meets Rapunzel and Eugene for the first time after finding out the truth? How much does she take after Gothel? Does she ever get to express her feelings about being taken away from her family to Gothel?

omg hi!!!! im so glad you like my ocs and i love the ones you chose, super excited to talk to you more if you wanna stick around my blog! answers below the cut!

1. Florence Hargreeves, what are her powers? Telekinesis and mind control! Which sibling does she get along with most? Klaus! They had similar coping mechanisms and personalities! What did she think about Vanya's book? Hm, she understood why they wrote it, but was really hurt by what was said about her and her everyone else’s trauma was ignored.

2.What are Carola's thoughts about Thor? Besties!!! In another life they so get together. Does Loki trying to take over earth cause a rift between them? Yes!!!! Cara is on earth at the time and he tries to get her to join him and she’s like ‘no lol’. Does she have any powers? no! but she does know a few spells! im thinking she lowkey becomes an asgardian witch

3. What are Olive's hobbies? In the 40s, she was really interested in cosmetology, now she likes journaling. How did she feel seeing Steve for the first time after he got frozen? Oh she threw up. She saw him on TV and was so shocked and anxious she had to go to the loo. Did she and Bucky have a favorite thing to do together? Bucky liked dancing, Liv liked the cinema. They LOVED people watching.

4. What is AU!Rain's relationship with Audrey? They’re friends, in the most basic way. Audrey thinks she’s better than Rayne, Rayne thinks Audrey needs to go to therapy. Who are her closest friends at Auradon (besides Ben)? Jane! I’m thinking of maybe giving her some oc besties but shes a bit of a loner, some could say she was destined to be with Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay.

5. How does Rain feel when she meets Rapunzel and Eugene for the first time after finding out the truth? How much does she take after Gothel? Does she ever get to express her feelings about being taken away from her family to Gothel?

Okay imma answer this one as a chunk because they all link together really well! I’m a firm believer in nurture over nature, but that includes the society you grew up in. So Rain learnt a LOT from her friends. But still, before going to Auradon, she has no problems manipulating and using people, she got that from Gothel.

So! at the end of D1, Rain is skeptical about Gothel (and so is everyone else lol), and has spent the weekend with the a Fitzherberts cos Ruby is her roommate, and that family is like 👀. SO she goes to the isle and confronts gothel and there’s a screaming match. Rain returns to o her dorm and Ruby us in bed and she just gets in next to her and SOBS.

Rain is avoiding it all for a month lol, and Ruby is still her roommate, and Ethan is still running photography club, and Ben is trying to get her to see her parents. She’s confused and upset, but also comforted when she meets them again.

[shadowfiredemonwolf]

Jaune's 11th Hour: His Time cannot move forward | RWBY Volume 9

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The clock gears and Jaune having an affinity with rabbits does give vibes of the White Rabbit. How time progresses in Ever After will be interesting if Jaune was the first to arrive. Will he age like the other inhabitants or be eternally youthful, yet his hair is able to grow still. Im just begging for a bearded Jaune at this point. "And now it's time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven's hour is over now. The clock is striking twelve's." Clara Oswald The Time Of The Doctor13

What if similiar to Samurai Jacks case, Jaune time stopped for him, even he didn’t age.  He might have been in Everafter way longer even before Team Rwby, possibly to the time when even alyx started her journey through ever after.  Due to feeling guilt, remorseful and blaming himself for not only pyrah and Penny, time just stopped for him.  If Ruby and her team want to save him and get him to leave with them, they have to get him out of whatever stump he has been stuck in

I do love your thought process for this, especially the point of how him having been so convinced and confident means he had that much further to fall, which means he'd be that much more damned when he breaks.

Maybe the '2' signifies he is of two minds right now?

My biggest running theory right now is that because he is so broken, fractured so to speak, that his body and mind/soul have separated. His body is following a routine, the path he was already trying so desperately to prove he could - that of the savoir, the Knight. So his body is the Rusted Knight.

But his mind and soul, being torn and consumed over what he had to do no longer let's him feel like he's the hero, but now makes him feel like he's a Monster. Thus this gives shape to his soul becoming the Jabberwalker... who is searching for something... something it needs to fix.

I mean. . .

Not such a stretch when you think that particular heinous, intelligent Grimm was once a person too.

When Blake mention the events of "The Girl who Fell Through the World" she mentioned the 'Rusted Knight'. I'm certain that it's going to be Jaune, which means he was in the Ever After when Alyx came through, she met him and he helped her get out, most likely staying behind to wait for Team RWBY. He could have been here for decades, not aging, frozen in time, he got his wish, to become a warrior in one of the stories he was read as as child, but realising he's no hero.

I wonder if Jaune will heal the red prince with his semblance fixing up the scar. Since the white rabbit in Alice in wonderland served the queen of hearts! Ruby controls the weather Neo controls reality Jaune controls time

He cant move forward because of fixation with midnight, cinder is his midnight, he cant process his need for vengeance and grow because she isnt there.

Jaune was the last to fall, after ruby, after Blake and finally after Weiss. It's possible that Jaune will either fall and land somewhere near neo or he lands directly at the tree and has to confront himself much like ruby will eventually. It's also possible that jaunes time is running out and there is no 11th hour to save him.

I’m hoping that Jaune will return to Remnant with the rest of Team RWBY (Jaune deserves to survive the story as much as the titular team)

Yea he’s definitely going to represent the White Rabbit, so excited to see how! I’m also very curious how he will meet the large hare we see him riding!

Wow I love the new poster framed of team SRPH!! Would love a detailed up close vid on that ❤😊

I'm currently taking a course on medieval knights and pilgrims and something that comes to mind for me is "stopping one's motion" - a major part of medieval culture was going from actuality (your current being) to potentiality (your ideal self). This involved going out into the unknown, looking for signs of the divine, and facing trials that would allow you to grow as a person, like Yvain reaching his potentiality by questing to regain his honor after breaking an important promise to his lady.

A decently common thread in stories at that time is stopping one's motion and their movement from actuality to potentiality, essentially casting aside their role as a knight to fulfill their personal desires, like how Sir Lanval leaves the Court of King Arthur to live in Avalon with the fairy queen or how Guigemar and his lady stay on a magic boat within stopped time for around a year (I think, it's been a while since I've read Guigemar) before leaving to continue their motion towards potentiality.

While probably not exactly the same, Jaune's knight theme and connection to Joan of Arc, a person from medieval times, means that this might play a part in it. I think Jaune might stop his own motion and give up his role as a knight - to learn, grow, and ultimately become someone who can protect - in favor of something like short-term gratification, where he takes on the role of the Nameless Knight, giving up personal glory for the chance to feel like he's actually saving someone on a personal level.

(Also kind of interesting how Jaune might be the Nameless Knight and is connected to medieval knights when Sir Lancelot began his story not even knowing his own name, so that might be another link to knight culture)

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“When Blake mention the events of "The Girl who Fell Through the World" she mentioned the 'Rusted Knight'. I'm certain that it's going to be Jaune, which means he was in the Ever After when Alyx came through, she met him and he helped her get out, most likely staying behind to wait for Team RWBY. He could have been here for decades, not aging, frozen in time, he got his wish, to become a warrior in one of the stories he was read as as child, but realising he's no hero.

if this is true it would be fitting reference to what happened with jin kisaragi /hakumen fallinto into the cauldron and then going back many years into the past and getting put into a suit of armor . and having stories made of him etc

of course in blazblue there was also the topic of parallel universes where the timeline we play in has noel exist while in hakumens timeline noel didnt exist and tsubaki ended up being his secretary

and hakumen of course ends up surviving for all that time and ends up coming to the verse with noel  starting from the first blazblue game 

[mikodrawnnarratives]

GOt ahold of the Supernova audiobook again, continued where I left off, and god I forgot that Max temporarily lived with Ruby's family and with the twins. Im definitely gonna start paying so much attention to them in my next reread/relisten I already have a few ideas for how their dynamic with Max could contrast Max and Maggie's dynamic, Maggie's opinions on Max's impromptu brothers, explore potential for how the supernova would change Max and the twins relationship, etc

So far, I'm thinking about Max and his two older brother figures that Maggie finds INCREDIBLY ANNOYING god. Why. Max. I hate them. (max is like. Hey. Those are my friends!) She Avoids them like the plague.

Max noticing anyone and everyone during his time in the quarantine, and its very hard NOT to notice when the first renegade HIS AGE joins. Very exciting! Especially since she keeps stealing everyone's shit. He asks about her powers and wonders the specifics of them for FOREVER, not ever really getting the chance to ask about them.

Then he gets friends his age, or close enough (I think i saw somewhere that they were around 12 but I dunno if thats accurate), and THEY WOULD BOND, he gets more brothers. And then the supernova happens and. They ARE still close, the twins never make him feel different, but there is still that worry they might be bored with him. They have powers now and max. doesn't. They aren't worries founded on anything, If ANYTHING the twins find him even cooler for being the reason they have powers in the first place.

And then Magpie and him would actually meet and. Probably have a rocky start. Maggie isn't gonna make it easy she's MAGGIE. But Max already knows her personality and being the still new to making friends kid he is (his main friends are kids Adrian introduced him to he hasn't exercised many social skills into actually getting friends) begins unknowingly implementing strategies that get REAL magpies to like you

It works. ANd the rest is history I'll talk more about it later you know I will

Some other things about the Tucker family. They canonically "Don't Do Secrets"

Tough when Max is literally befriending a Thief that can easily misstep her way into a crime that would literally get her imprisoned if she hadn't already upset someone she shouldn't have upset. Maggie doesn't want people knowing she's visiting Max on a regular basis. So Tough. Secrets art abundant when Max is spending even more time than usual outside, which was already a lot.

I will come up with more shenanigans mark my fucking words. I haven't forgotten Ruby is also tied into this and Ruby is another point of connection to Nova and Adrian if Max wasn't already living with those two

I love identity shenanigans

Also Max already got uper smart when in the quarantine since, he didn't have much to do, so imagine if he got so ahead in schooling that only a few years after the supernova he literally has already graduated highschool. Max at roughly 15 has MORE free time on his hands goddammit (he'd probably take whatever higher education available to him. 13 or so years after the age of anarchy would allow at least some version of that in the works right?)

Anyway, he has time. The twins are in highschool, around 17, and Max finds his time spent with Maggie, a kid closer to his age that isn't in school. I think of Maggie almost a year older than Max but not quite. If they were in school together she'd be on the significantly older side in her grade. Going by what ages the US puts in certain grades and all

[themyscrian]

im not saying the RWBY anime remake was made by someone who watched hbomb's video but ive already checked so many of his critiques off the list in the first 12 minutes like:

using the first four scenes to actually set up who the characters are and what drives them with additional dialogue and a massive rework of the White trailer

see also: directly comparing Ruby and Yang's healthy familial relationship to Weiss' abusive one, setting up the character dynamics before they even meet

aura is explained in the process of the first-on screen fight within like three sentences instead of Pyrrha's lengthy, clunky monologue to Jaune

addressing why Adam doesn't just chase Blake down after she cuts the train loose

the dust store fight is re-worked so we not only get the word 'semblance' in it instead of much later in the show, but Ruby doesn't use super strength to defeat the first grunt. we also know why the fuck she's in there in the first place!

Ruby has an explicit character flaw! she can oven get over-excited about a specific goal easily lose focus on other tasks because of it.

like just!! ugh!! this is reminding me of why i used to like RWBY in high school!!

[cinnamonest]

Okay but imagine... adoptive mother reader with Chongyun, Bennett, Razor and Xingqiu. This can be linked to that thought you once posted about the boys (Chongyun and Xingqiu) barely young adults and reader being something of a Guhua expert or an exorcist (and a little bit of those mommy headcanons lol)

So, this is settle with the boys a little bit younger, reader is a promising adventurer who despise being so young (early 20s) She have traversed half of Teyvat and made a name of herself. She comes back to Monstadt to see old faces and such.

She first arrives to Liyue and decides to rest for the day. She's strolling around the harbour, watching what's new and saying hi to old friends, when two boys running at high speed crashes against her and fall to the ground. Being the nice person she is, she helps them up and offers to take care of their bruises, to which they reluctantly accept bcs you have to always be wary of strangers.

While she patches them up, she starts to tell them stories of all the places she's been, noticing how the kid with amber eyes shine at the mention of she being in contact with a Real Guhua master (even if it was for only a month or so, but it is still impressive) and that she has a couple of books about the art and such.

Seeing his friend's happy reaction, the other boy with baby blue hair shares a bit of himself, and the small gasp that he lets out when the gentle traveler tells him she has seen a demon before! And even better, she got a charm from a successful exorcist from a far away land! How cool is that!?

After taking care of them, reader buys them a treat and guides them towards the inn she's staying to fetch up the items brought up in the conversation. When she gets back and gift them the items, the excitement that overcomes them was enough to jump and hug the kind lady, but the emotional moment was short lived as a young man similar to the kid with prussian blue hair and a older man with the same cat-like eyes as the aspiring exorcist approach them and retrieve their brother and son respectively, thanking the adventurer for looking out after them.

As morning comes and reader leaves at the crack of sunrise, it finally register in her mind that she never got the name of those two cute kids. Meanwhile, said pre-teens were musing about the same thing as the female, but what she didn't know is that her actions would actually leave a mark on these two for the years to come.

The travel from Liyue to Monstadt was beautiful but tiresome. A wave of nostalgia punches her on the stomach as the first batch of small lamp grass caught her attention, signaling that she has finally settled foot on the wildest part of the realm of freedom.

Trees grow thicker and small springs sprinkled here and there, the young female's pace quickens as she comes to terms that she won't make it today to the city, and it's wiser to camp out outside Wolvendom. As beautiful and relaxing the scenery was, she has enough sense to not turn a blind eye to the several claw marks and noises that she has spotted and hear throughout her walk.

Finally, after almost sprinting for a while now, the exit of the forest makes itself visible, and with a small sigh she slows her pace to walking speed. She was about to reach the Waypoint when a rustle from a nearby bush caughts her attention.

With only slowing down a little bit, she turns her head to the source of the noise, body tense and hand on her dagger just in case it was a Hilichurl or a Wolf. But what a surprise it is, when rather than eyes catching rough grey fur or a mask, a young boy with eyes as sharp as the furred beasts she's being weary of meets her surprised orbs instead. There's a certain curiosity in that ruby gaze, but she couldn't appreciated them more as she took notice of the whole human being in front of her.

What little clothes he had, they were all in a shameful state. The wind picked up and a gust of cold breeze touched the two humans, but only one of them shudder at its touch.

Seeing that, the female removed there coat and slowly, approached the boy. He took a couple of steps back and a snarl arises from his throat, hopping to stop this strange human from getting any closer. The female got the message, and crouched to meet his eyes on a same level.

She extended the hand holding the jacket, and with a patience of a saint, waited until the kid shuffled by his own to sniff the offered item. The female smiled, and was about to say something, until a howl broke the silence, and the boy clutching the jacket jumped from his spot, sprinting at a remarkable speed to were the noise came. He only stopped to turn around a give a small wave to the female, just to dissappear through the dense foliage that compose Wolvendom.

The adventurer dusts her clothes, and wishes the bests of lucks to the kid before returning to her destination.

That night, after finding comfort on one of the lone red tents meant for travelers, the Sound of small footsteps on grass alerts her and she rises from her almost slumber, only to find a small bunch of wolfhooks beside the tent.

Just like how she did in Liyue, when the first rays of sunrise emerged from the horizon, she sets off to the city.

After half a day of walking, the gates of her hometown greets her as she walks down the bridge, a small sigh of happiness escapes her as she takes in the sight of the streets she grew up in.

Her first stop was the to the adventurer's guild. As she greets and waves to old friends, the boisterous laugh of a man caughts her attention, turning her head to look at the source of the voice.

Her eyes widened and a smile just as big formed on her face, she walks towards the two figures in front of the guild's desk, the man being accompanied by a young boy with greyish hair was none than the person who cheered her on following her dreams of travelling all of Teyvat.

She hugs the man without notice and the man is throw off his conversation with the woman behind the desk. The face of the girl, now a young adult, greets him and he couldn't stop the overflowing of his emotions and hugged back the female. She's like a daughter to him, just like how he thinks of a son to the boy looking at them.

They share a couple of words before the female notices the boy besides them. Still being high from finding her mentor, she kneels before the boy and ruffles his hair, presenting herself and informing him that she's and adventurer just like the old man.

The boy's eyes shine at the mention of adventure. Does that mean that he has a mom now!? You do look far younger that his dads, but it's the same, right?

He surprises you when he voices his thoughts, and you chuckled a little at his cute face. You pinch his little nose, and with a smile you tell him you'll are honoured to be his mom, sharing all of your knowledge with him and experience with the outside world.

The boy, Bennett, as he shouted at the top of his lungs after your affirmative, lunged at your still kneeling form and locked his little arms around your neck, securing you in a tight hug. The force made the both of you to fall on the ground, but his happiness was so contagious that you couldn't careless about that.

As the years pass by, and your connection with the four boys strengthen, you saw them grow into strong young men, a feeling of proud sparks at the thought of being one of the big influence for them to reach the point they are now in, as you provided them with all types of knowledge and artifacts that you managed to get in your travels. You do feel like a proud mom of her four sons.

But... as pure as your feelings are, the four young men can't share the same sentiment. Or at least not in the same platonic way. They know that you don't feel the same as them, but you would never deny your boys their happiness, wouldn't you?

So, what would you do, when they finally decide to take action on their feelings, and the prospect of your sons crossings weapons just to have you for themselves is rearing it's head, will you choose one of them?

Or, in a surprise turn of events, they agree on sharing you with each others, as in the end they were taken care of by the same person they addressed as mother, creating a sense of brotherhood between the young males?

(Did you guys noticed that there's almost never a mention of mothers in Genshin? I think everyone has mommy issues lol)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anon i’ve ascended?? 

Im crying envisioning like. The thing is all these other boys have some sort of army to back them up. Xingqiu’s got rich people guards... bennett has fischl and his dads... razor has a pack of wolves... Chongyun over here by himself just like :)

But also... imagine a poly of four yans at once... fuck there would be no end to your constant suffering bruh

[coredrill]

thots on roman holiday, spoilers for the whole book below!!!

oh my GOD sjjdbdnemakfjen the line on page 17 “you have a unique grasp of socioeconomics” is SO ROMAN FBSBSBDBSJAIDLD. i love it

INVISIBILITY CLOAKS???????

v funny that when roman is considering where to go after leaving mistral, he shoots down vacuo first. obviously he’s gonna wind up in vale bc Plot, but it just feels like the writer going I AM NOT WRITING ANOTHER BOOK IN THE GODDAMN DESERT lmao

interesting note abt beacon tuition on page 92. i wonder if this is actually canon for a few reasons:

how tf would ren and nora afford TUITION????

i wonder if the other huntsman academies have tuition??? like atlas i could see doing it and haven too. maybe not shade but idk.

does this mean scholarships are a thing??? is ruby on scholarship???? what even constitutes a scholarship on remnant????

idk they probably didn’t think this deep abt this joke line but IM GONNA lmao

y’all some of these names…brick??? mortar???? bisque????? burgundy???? roch szalt???????? KANDI FLOSS??????? that last one is peak stripper name meme ansjdbfnnebehd. this is just like in btd when they had to name a team fondue 😭😭😭😭 i think they’re officially running out of colors 😂😂😂

THE EMBLEM OF NEO’S BOARDING SCHOOL IS A TRIPLE SPIRAL?????? the gurren lagann of it all……………

very funny that both neo and roman poison people with sleeping pills. hashtag just bestie things <3

pg146 “to listen to their body and what it was telling them about their feelings (gag)” ASPEC NEO RISE!!!!!!!!!!

ok i May be stupid but i thought everyone had a semblance???? bc semblance comes from aura, and everyone has aura??? maybe it’s just people without activated aura who wouldn’t have a semblance (so like if pyrrha had never unlocked his, jaune would’ve never discovered his semblance???? idk) but i’m also fairly certain roman has an activated aura????

very fond of roman meeting neo and understanding her very easily. platonic soulmatism i think.

ok wait actually i kinda wanna elaborate. LOVE that roman’s whole schtick is that he’s had to look out only for himself his whole life and he doesn’t wanna be a babysitter while neo is SICK of being babysat and so they work well together. ALSO LOVE that BECAUSE roman’s had to look out for himself his whole life, he’s good enough at reading body language and filling in the blanks to know what neo’s saying even without words.

also. hang on. OKAY. so neo gave roman his hat and roman gave neo her umbrella and neo made them BOTH outfits. BUT THEN ROMAN DIES and all neo has LEFT is the HAT SHE GAVE HIM and she goes to HIS OLD BOSS to help herself get revenge AND ONLY THEN DOES SHE CHANGE OUTIFTS????? BITCH??????? CHECK OUT HOW HARD I CAN APPARENTLY CRY OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP

(okay note on the previous bullet after actually finishing: not the same hat :( and also how did neo convince lil miss malachite to help her when she nearly blew her up??? money ig lmao)

i’m literally obsessed with this being a ya book so roman and neo can’t steal alcohol or drugs, they gotta steal COFFEE 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 LIKE. ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

also in love with how (just like every other rwby friendship!!!!) there isn’t any pointless drama. they trust & love each other and that’s that!!!! like roman’s told that neo sold him out, and despite that being consistent with the rest of his life, he knows that’s not consistent with NEO and sees that she’s come to rescue him so there’s no petty drama around it!!! bc he TRUSTS HER!!!!!

pg268 “neo blinked back tears and hugged roman. ‘hey. don’t wrinkle the suit.’ but he put a hand on her head and over her shoulder, and that felt more like home than that house and her parents had in a long time.” HELLO????? HELL LOOOOO?????? bro i am CRYING i’m gonna SUE

tbh i was really worried they wouldn’t get to hug in this book BUT THEY DID!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY WTFFFFFF

pg269 “her father threw up his hands. ‘do you know what she wants to say?’ he asked roman. ‘i do, actually.’ roman looked at her fondly. ‘i’m surprised you don’t.’” IM LOSING MY MINDDDDDD THATS LOVE!!!!!!!

pg270 “roman cleared his throat. ‘her name is neo.’” ALSKDJJREJNENFHCISOMENRJDIS BITCH

pg300 “he stopped walking. ‘while you get away. she’s mainly interested in me. drop this disguise and i’ll distract her. you get out of here. and never look back.’ she shook her head defiantly. he tried to pull his hand free, but she only held on more tightly.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

PAGE THREE HUNDRED AND SEVEN SHE KISSES HIM ON THE CHEEK AJDJFJEJENDNJDN KSIDOEOSPSKEJEHEBE. F THE POWER OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP WINS AGAIN

okay okay so now that i’m finished here are my Actual thoughts alskcjejenbrhdisk:

i wish! that more of the book! was focused on roman & neo together and their friendship!! like i get that the first half was important bc they needed to show Just How Alone they both were before each other. but i would’ve gladly traded some of the beginning stuff for just a little more time with the two of them together. like maybe condense some of that and give us a few more anecdotes from their time training together?? just to show the development from wary partners to ride-or-die a little more. but idk. because the first half of the book felt a little slow for me but as soon as i got to the back half i could NOT put it down!!!!!!!!

i owe this writer (& the rwby writers ofc) my heart and soul and also probably my spleen. first cfvy, now roman & neo???? taking characters i didn’t have any strong feelings about but giving them personality and history and love and making ME love them???? AND WRITING FRIENDS/FAMILY SO WELL???? bro. BRO. i’m losing my MIND

ALSO. very excited for neo’s role in v9 now. and will also probably cry.

like. it would’ve been so easy for them to make roman & neo romantic. especially since there’s only like a 4 year age gap. but they DIDNT they let those two BE EACH OTHERS FIRST PRIORITY AND CLOSEST FRIEND AS FRIENDS AND I AM SO ECSTATIC ABT IT HOLY SHIT

[brownsugar-dreams]

im about to have an sd. this is my first and im kinda scared, since its not just sugaring - it also contains bdsm related stuff that we both want. im gonna meet him next week but every single time i think about it i get anxious and nervous. probably cause i dont think that im gonna be good enough and i rlly look like a 16 year old, though im 24. do u have any advice on how to chill the fuck down? or could u just encourage me a little bit? thank u and LOVE U

This is so exciting! I hope it works out especially since it seems you’ve discussed and come to an arrangement that you both want! Hopefully you’re meeting in a public place first. Knowing that you’ll be somewhere public and safe will definitely help calm the nerves.

Do you meditate? Try listening to an audio guided meditation series before the date. Affirmations really help a lot, even if you don’t believe it, try saying it out loud and I promise you will start to believe it. Say:

Men adore me, men want to spoil me

I am the prize

I’m so young and beautiful. Men beg for my attention

Dating is so easy and natural for me

I always listen to my Boss Bitch playlist before a date. Listen to it while you’re getting ready and on your way to the date:

City Girls

Meg Thee Stallion

Saweetie

Kash Doll

Cardi B

Mulatto

Flo Millie

Nicki Minaj

Rubi Rose

Rico Nasty

Most importantly have fun with it! Take the pressure out of the situation by realizing it’s not a big deal. He’s probably more worried about not fucking things up with someone hotter and younger than he is. And btw opportunities come and go all the time and if this one doesn’t work out there will be many many more. So whenever you start to get in your head, remind yourself of that. You got this, I’d love to hear how it goes.

Ugh, love this for you! Sending positive vibes your way 💕✨