#i hope you enjoyed!

[majorproblems77]

Sacred Realm updated! :D

New chapter new ramble here I am!

Sacred realm has returned with Chapter 4, named The hearald and the gorons, (Considering we start by climbing death mountain this brings me joy.

I'll get the important stuff done, This is done with permission from @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist.

The link to the comic can be found here! Go give it some love it's expertly done! :D

Now, grab some popcorn and a drink, sit down someplace comfortable and have fun!

Lets go!

It absolutely must be said the backgrounds of this comic never cease to amaze me at how detailed they are. I low key almost feel as cold as it looks there. It's damn incredible.

Oh man i love him so much he's so sweet

He's just a curious little bab

Time really do be >:(

Name drop! :D Huzzah!

Link you innocent bean

Is that who i think it is?

checks notes

IT IS

Okay okay okay Time to do my research. I'll go into it more when we get through the panels with him in.

This is so sweet, Interesting that he knew Twi when he was alive. (Note the lack of fun yellow glow that the other spirits have)

Calling him master. Considering what we know from twilight princess and the hero of time and the hero of twilight this makes a bunch of sense.

Oh he's so pretty

So from my understanding of Twilight's lore, He sees time as a mentor (Hence calling him master.) Twilight seems to be alive here, so i would say that this is either during his actual adventure or just after it, meaning that the area we see around them must be Twilight's time.

(Also Epona beloved)

OH MY GOD HE DID IT THE HERO

WE GOT A TIME BOOP IN COMIC IT IS CANON NOW

link will 100% do it again, maybe even Twilight will get involved.

Trying to decipher what Sky was saying here was fun, also Sky being protective of Link gives me life okay

Sky truly is the best

God these enemies are so cool!

The cinnamon roll needs assistance, is that why he's in orange? Cause he's a little cinnamon roll?

(New headcanon you can't stop me)

Save him

SKYYYYYY

Protective Sky is the best Sky alright

He's so cool!

But the lines I assume are from the spirit barrier from before. Like he's fighting the barrier to be here? Is this gonna hurt Sky to do this? It looks like he's struggling.

I'm going to assume he can't keep this up forever and this is a last resort move.

And Time knowing Sky?! Hello? Makes me wonder if the spirits have been in contact like this.

But I've got a theory about this

I think Time may have not been the only one to aid Twilight. Hence why he knows Sky.

I dont have much to base this on right now but I'm hoping we will see more about this in the next chapter so I can elaborate on this further.

Also look at Link grabbing Time's scarf like he's a toddler, the little question marks are just so adorable and I love this man okay.

Okay, I think thats everything! Thank you so much for hanging out with me as I go through this comic and yell about my faves and the cinnamon roll that is this iteration of link.

And thanks again to the artist for letting me do this!

Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hi!! Can i request the re8 women with an s/o thats really insecure of her big thighs (smut and fluff) please!! thank you in advance!!! :))

Hello, dear! ♥️ I hope you don't mind that I went with our dear Countess on this one 👀😌

Alcina looked at you incredulously, almost offended at your words as you stood in front of the mirror, half clothed.

"What.. did you just say?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"They're too big, my lady! Just look at them!"

You smacked the outer part of your thigh, making them jiggle. An act that only made the Countess' eyes narrow in an entirely different way.

"Draga, your thighs are exquisite. A feast for the eyes, among.. other things."

She stood, slowly circling your body before coming to stand beside you in the mirror.

"Why, it'd be nothing but an honor to mark over every inch of that supple flesh of yours, pet."

You pouted, pulling the shirt you wore down a little lower in a poor attempt to cover your exposed skin.

"You're just saying that."

The Lady sighed and placed her cigarette onto it's holder on the dresser. A single fluid movement of her fingers and the back of her dress was unbuttoned, the soft fabric willowing to the floor beneath her. You instantly blushed - not that you hadn't seen Alcina's naked before - but you honestly didn't think you'd ever not blush at such a sinful sight.

"Now, my dear.. tell me, what do you see?"

"Fucking beauty."

Alcina chuckled. "Language."

"Ah.. sorry.. I mean.. you're beautiful, my lady."

"Mh.. and how much larger would you say my thighs are than yours?"

You bit your bottom lip, eyes grazing over the ashen landscape that was the lower part of her body.

"Quite.. quite a bit."

"Exactly.. and does that make them any less beautiful?"

"What!? No! But you're.. you! I'm just-"

She leaned down low, taking your chin between two fingers.

"Just what? Careful with your words, draga."

You huffed slightly. "I mean.. I'm just.. you know.. me-"

Before you could fully finish your sentence you were lifted into the air and tossed onto the Countess' bed - rough enough to pull a small amount of air from your lungs but still placed with the upmost of care. Your body instantly overcome with a fevered heat as she moved in a little closer, removing your underwear with a single swish of her claws.

Clicking her tongue in disappointment, Alcina leaned down.

"We have talked about this, pet, have we not?"

You nodded, cheeks already flushed in a deep crimson.

"Y-yes, my lady."

"And what did we discuss, hm?"

"That.. that there's nothing.. just.."

A pause - followed by a moan when her hand came down against your thighs in response, marking it with a delicious red welt.

"Mmph-! That there's n-nothing just about me! My lady."

"Mh.. better."

Alcina rose to her full height before coming to join you on the bed, her large frame positioned directly in front of where your body lay.

"Now, draga.. lie back while I take my time marking this pretty flesh of yours."

Your eyes closed at the first touch - as her lips came to your skin, quickly followed the graze of her teeth and the sweet sting of her claws. And oh, how the juices pooled within the heated space between your legs, building with each imprint of her claim on you - with each drop of blood that trickled down the inner and outer parts of your thighs from the deeper ones. Your breath catching in your throat as the warmth of her breath moved even closer to your core.

"Such a stunning pet. So perfect."

Another kiss, and then another, only stopping after she finally placed one to your clit.

"And all mine." She growled.

Her tongue swept generously over your core and you nearly lost control, hips immediately bucking into her. The Castle air, cool - soothing against the heated marks on your skin and exposing the full measure of your arousal.

"Yes, all yours." You gasped.

A moan mixed with a growl muffled into the wet folds that enveloped the lower part of her face - vibrating against your entrance and making you even needier, desperate.

"M-more." You pleaded.

The Lady obliged, lifting your hips with one hand as the other came to your core - a single tease over the slit of you before her finger slid in, filling your core almost instantly.

You moaned, embarrassingly loud and with zero inhibitions.

"Someone's greedy." The Lady smirked.

"Y'yes."

The next few moments were but a blur, with the Lady's finger driving relentlessly in and out of you. Forcing one wave of pleasure over you after another as your whole body convulsed in pleasure - time and time again. And even if you'd wanted to, there was no voice for which to protest with - not to tell her you've had enough as each word in your body was swallowed by a cry.. a moan.. an endless scream into the night as your desire continuously soaked her bed sheets below you.

By the time your body had fallen breathless to the bed you could barely think, barely breathe. Panting as a thick fog of bliss took residence in your mind and aftershocks of pleasure rolled warmly over you.

"Alcina-"

"Hush, pet. Reserve your energy."

You nodded, allowing your breath to slowly begin to return to normal. A few moments and one or two glasses of water later and Alcina came to sit beside you, fingers gently tracing over some of the marks she gave you.

"Now.. draga.. the next time you have these unsavory thoughts about yourself, I want you to take a look at these marks and remind yourself of exactly what I think of you."

You looked at her sheepishly, blushing even harder when you saw the full lengths of what she'd done to you.

"I .. I will, my lady."

"Good. Good, pet."

[ecoamerica]

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[multifandomfanfic]

A Fernando Alonso x driver!reader Insta AU Series

A/N: As a disclaimer: I actually don’t mind Haas (Nico is the loml), so I don’t know why or when I decided to hate on them in this fic. I did not go into writing this thinking I would. It just kind of happened. Also, please excuse the bad “Competitors” graphic. It is 12:18 a.m. I am not doing too hot. 

Anyways, please enjoy! This parts mostly to establish who Y/N is (besides you ofc), then we’ll get into the better stuff :). Let me know your comments/questions/concerns after you read it, or if you want to be added to the taglist for the series!

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f1: BREAKING: Y/N Y/L/N has signed with the Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 team on a multi-year contract from 2023 onwards.

yourusername: So incredibly grateful for this opportunity and excited to hit the track this season!

mercedesamgf1: Very happy to have you, Y/N! Welcome to the team!

pierregasly: I see you’re also doing the ol’ switcheroo

yourusername: you copied me

pierregasly: preposterous

susie_wolff: We continue to be so proud of you! You’re an inspiration to so many women and girls!

yourusername: Thank you so much, Susie. You know how much that means to me! 💕💕

sebastianvettel: sorry I couldn’t race with you another year, but i’m so excited to see how you do and how much you achieve!

yourusername: thank you, seb! i appreciate it so much 🥺🫶

user202: FINALLY y/n is getting out of that shit team

fanaccount1: as much as i support her, i’m sorry to see her leave haas. they did everything they could for her and she just goes to another team once her contract expires.

user014: she’s under no obligation to stay with them. she proved her worth and she’s smart to go to another team that isn’t underfunded. she had the team’s first podium seven years

user837: just another woman ruining something men created 🙄

fanaccount2: excuse me?? obviously, you’re not very educated in this sport that “men created,” because if you were, you’d know that y/n is one of the best up and coming drivers since forever. last year, she got eighth in the drivers’ championship in a haas. a HAAS. and she won the f2 championship the year before that. once she gets into mercedes’ far superior car she’ll finally be able to receive the results she deserves.

user162: preach 👏👏👏

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f1: And here’s your starting grid for the first GP of the season!

landonorris: ready for this 💪💪💪

alphataurif1: new season, new possibilities!!

user101: how did sargeant do better than de vries??

fanaccount3: nooooo pierreeeee 😭

user628: y/n outscoring lewis??? omg???

fanaccount4: we already KNOW this is going to be a good season

user552: as long as she takes at least one podium from max i’ll be ok :)

user012: jesus i wish people would stop shitting on max. he’s literally doing his job like the rest of them.

fanaccount5: OMG if we get some alonso/y/l/n competition this year i’ll be so happy 

user268: i hope so like can you imagine??? two legends in their own rights fighting?? that would be so cool

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f1: your 1st, 3rd, and 2nd drivers of the day 🥳🏆

fanaccount6: admin decided the color scheme was prettier and put y/n in the middle

f1: yes 🥰

mercedesamgf1: First race and first podium of the season 😍

yourusername: So proud of the team!

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redbullracing: Incredible job!

user837: you say, as checo is probably being chewed out by horner rn

astonmartinf1: here’s to an exciting season 🥂🏆

fanaccount3: i haven’t seen that exciting of a race in forever! alonso and y/n legit started 5th and 6th and battled for the podium the entire time

user105: it was pretty awesome

fanaccount1: but did you see (when y/n was in 2nd in like lap 50) how close she got to max?? like there was a two second gap between them for a little while before she had to pit

user696: we stan 💖

yourusername

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tagged: mercedesamgf1

yourusername: Never in my life would I have imagined winning P3 in my first race of a season, let alone my first race of a season with Mercedes. I feel so blessed for this opportunity, and I can assure you, I am not going to let it go to waste. We’ll push to continue this momentum to Saudi Arabia and beyond; we won’t let you down. ✌️😎

(on a less serious note --> jumpscare warning at the end)

vancityreynolds: super race, y/n! you’re the only reason blake watches f1 races with me.

yourusername: omg 🥹 thanks so much!

lewishamilton: I’ve got a good feeling about us this year 💪

yourusername: 💪❤️

susie_wolff: That picture was confidential.  - Toto

yourusername: please don’t fire me

susie_wolff: Heavily considering it.  - Toto

yourusername: 😔

user030: she ATE and left no crumbs

fanaccount3: LITERALLY

fanaccount6: y/n marry me please 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

user827: she’s already my wife actually

fanaccount6: 😭

user582: guenther steiner is rolling on the floor screaming crying rn

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fanaccount7: Everyone saying she’ll be champion when (1) Max is still on the grid and (2) she has drove literally one race for Mercedes. Nobody can predict how the season will play out yet; there simply hasn’t been enough time to see how comfortable all the drivers are in their cars and how they interact with each other.

user455: interact with each other? their jobs are to win. it’s given that everyone will be competitive, so i think it literally just comes down their car and the risks they take. the reason lewis, max, and even schumi were so dominant is that they happened to drive for the team with the most powerful car, and they were willing to go as close to the corners as possible/be super aggressive with other drivers.

but, in the end, i agree with you. i don’t think we can see what’s going to happen in the end yet. personally, though, i think y/n can place higher than she did last year if she keeps doing what she’s doing.

yourusername

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tagged: landonorris, carlossainz55

yourusername: baku <3

olliebearman: Congrats on P2!

yourusername: thank you! congrats on your wins!

logansargeant: great race, y/n!

yourusername: 💕💕💕

landonorris: there were much better pictures of carlos that you could’ve chosen

carlossainz55: Rude.

yourusername: yeah, lando. any photo of carlos is a good photo.

landonorris: 🙄

fanaccount8: 👀👀👀

user914: We love a queen who posts as if she didn’t get P2 in a race yesterday

fanaccount4: although i do like pictures from the actual gp, it is nice to see some normal touristy photos from celebrities

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user914: HOLY CRAP HI Y/N

user777: Another close race! Finally, someone who can challenge Max and gives fan an actually entertaining race!

user267: honestly i think the reason why y/n’s so good is because she knows her cars so well. like, some of the drivers (not all of them), don’t know jack shit about the cars themselves and just know how to drive them. y/n could actually sit down and teach the components of the car to you. i think that’s the difference between her and the others.

fanaccount9: Congratulations, Y/N!

user129: ahhhhhhhhh she’s so pretty 😍😍😍

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f1: how it started --> how it’s going

Congratulations to Y/N on her first ever podium, and on being the first ever woman to do so! 🎉😲

lewishamilton: 🤜🎤

femalesinmsport: You continue to be such an inspiration, Y/N! Congrats on everything.

yourusername: Thank you!

haasf1team: Congratulations on the amazing accomplishment, Y/N!

yourusername: Thank you so much! That means a lot. <3

user725: admin about to get firedddddddddd

fanaccount10: Can’t a team congratulate their former racer?

user725: not when their team principal blew up the way he did when she left

mercedesamgf1: yup, that’s our driver 😎

yourusername: 😎❤️

aussiegrit: Congratulations! Amazing job!

nicholaslatifi: congrats! miss racing with you.

yourusername: thanks, nick! you, too!

pierregasly: how.

yourusername: that’s my secret

dreamlover: I TOLD YOU GUYS. WE CAME BACK.

fanaccount11: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

user236: i have been dreaming of this day for so long 😭

user273: “we”

dreamlover: stfu and be happy

fanaccount6: Y/N is the greatest driver of the 2020s and you can not tell me otherwise

user627: 2020s? how about ever?

user981: induction into the f1 hall of fame when??

fanaccount12: three world champions on the grid, and she manages to be better than two of them. lewis and alonso are quaking in their boots rn.

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[passivenovember]

The problem is, Steve doesn't ask Billy to be his boyfriend.

He tiptoes around it.

He calls Billy at midnight and begs him to come over because it's important, but Neil took the Camaro and Billy's stranded on Cherry Shit Street, so he slams the receiver down and goes to bed.

But the thing about a Harrington is they can't rub two braincells together, so he comes to get Billy, anyway.

And that's the problem. He climbs through Billy's window and bangs his head on the windscreen and once they're sure Neil's still snoring himself to death, Steve begs Billy to go out into the cold so they can watch Terminator on Steve's plasma screen. All big brown eyes and, I'll be good, I promise.

But it's midnight.

Billy goes, anyway.

And they've been doing this long enough that Billy shouldn't be surprised when they only make it ten minutes into When Harry Met Sally, fuckin' liar, and Steve's got his hand in Billy's pants.

They barely make it upstairs.

The problem is, Steve scrunches his nose when he comes inside of Billy, and they've been doing this long enough that Billy shouldn't get hot in the face over something like forgetting the condom.

But it turns out that fucking Steve is like that movie where the guy has to live the same day over and over again, only it's perfect. And Billy doesn't mind.

The problem is, he'd have to be dragged, kicking and screaming, away from this.

Steve makes a high, pretty noise in the back of his throat like always, and collapses on top of Billy like always, and says, panting so hard that he sucks a mouthful of Billy's neck, "You're amazing."

Which is different. Earnest. It stops Billy in his tracks to that warm, familiar afterglow.

"What?" Billy demands, suddenly terrified, but.

Steve's eyes sparkle, "I'm serious, Bill. You're. You're so perfect--"

"Get off of me," Billy says. Has to do something about this. Ruin the moment before it destroys his snow globe daydream.

Steve looks wounded. "Sorry," He says.

There's a lump in Billy's throat, like he caught Steve's whiny little noise, somehow, and he's trying to grow something from its wonder. Billy shoves gently at Steve's shoulders, "I have to piss," he says, so he doesn't break any hearts, and Steve pulls out.

Hissing while he does it. Smiling all dopey and soft when Billy gets out of bed and pulls a t-shirt on. He didn't check who's it was, so.

It's Steve's. It smells like him.

Steve lays back in bed with his fingers tucked under his sex-ruined brown mop and tracks the way the hem of his t-shirt flaps softly just below Billy's sack.

"Stop starting at me," Billy says.

"I'm not."

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"Nothing else in the room to look at," Steve shrugs. He reaches into the night stand and pulls away with a pack of cigarettes. His Nona's ashtray, cut from clay the shape of an apple core, just like always. "Thought you had to wiz?"

Billy goes to the bathroom.

He doesn't have to pee so he cleans himself up, instead, splashing water through his curls and using Steve's toothbrush to scrub the taste of cock from his back molars. Billy thinks that if they can forget the condom he can use the toothbrush. Eye for an eye, sorta thing.

When he gets back to Steve's room, Steve's asleep.

Which isn't normal, either.

It pisses Billy off because Steve didn't ask Billy to stay over even though Steve's the one who picked him up from his dad's house in the middle of the night.

Steve never asks. That's his problem.

So Billy snatches the book he started reading the last time he was stranded here from Steve's nightstand and tries not to jostle the mattress too much when he slips under the covers.

Steve's cute when he sleeps.

In the few times Billy's seen it, that never changes. Steve snores softly, barely ruffling the air around him, and he clings like a vine.

Billy tries not to smile and fails when Steve curls around him, his pretty brown eyes fluttering at the sound of Billy opening the book.

"You're reading?"

"That a problem? You're ready for round two?"

"No, I just--"

"If you don't want to fuck I'll just leave." Billy tosses the book onto the nightstand, smirking when warm, soft hands curl around his belly to keep him in place.

"I drove you, asshole."

"Then you'd better get your ass out of bed and get dressed. It's forty-degrees out and I'm not walking from your pink fucking palace all the way home to the shit shack."

Steve blinks at him, wide and owlish. "Are you referring to my cock at the pink palace?"

"Your house, dipshit," Billy laughs, loud and sudden, from the pit of his belly. It feels good. Steve's fingers poke and prod and him, and that feels better.

Big brown eyes search him. "Stay with me."

Billy shouldn't. "No," He says, just to be difficult.

"Why not?"

"I have to be up early tomorrow."

"Move in with me," Steve says, tugging and pulling until Billy falls onto the mattress next to him. "Stay here forever, you can sleep in and I'll make you breakfast if you promise to be nice."

His fingers trace the curve of Billy's jaw. Billy wants to bite him, so he does, sucking on Steve's wrist to see if the skin will fall away.

"Ow," Steve snaps, watching him, "You're so mean to me."

Billy spits his palm out. "You love it."

"I love you," Steve says. Easy like summer days.

Billy's stomach flattens itself, pushing down into his spine until it feels like he's being pulled through the mattress, and the floor, down into the darkness of the Earth. "Is that what was so important? You had to drag me out of my bed just to tell me--"

"Your bed sucks. You sleep so much better here."

"I've never slept here, before."

"You are. Tonight. Every night after that, too," Steve wets his lips, eyes sparkling. "Say something, Billy."

Billy sits, breathing until the heavy feeling in his stomach evens out. "You never ask me what I want," Billy tells the wall. "You never do, you always just tell me what's going to happen. Why do you do that?"

"Because if I give you a chance, you might say no."

Billy looks back, his heart ramming into his ribs at the soft, sweet look on Steve's face.

It's ridiculous, what those eyes do to him. That mouth. Billy wants to kiss him. It's a sharp, familiar feeling that's brand new every time. So intense.

"You piss me off," Billy says.

"I love you," Steve's still propped on one arm, easy as pie, staring at him. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to hurt you--"

"So, what?" Billy snaps, suddenly furious. "You love me--"

"--and you love me--"

"Harrington," Billy smiles in spite of himself and it hurts. Like the way healing bones do. He scrubs a hand across his face and tucks back onto the mattress, frowning when Steve doesn't settle with him.

They stare at each other.

They think about how long they've been doing this, and all the ways they fit together perfectly and all the ways they almost do.

Finally, Billy sighs. "So I love you and you love me, and what? We're together, now?"

"We already were."

"Could've fooled me."

"You're my boyfriend," Steve says, soft and full of wonder. He kisses the corner of Billy's mouth, "You don't get to say no. I love you."

"Fine," Billy says, red-faced. "Can we go to bed, now? Dick."

"Yeah, let's go to bed." Steve says.

And.

This whole problem. It's not so bad.

[pricklenettle]

👻

[koifsssh]

"You're in my dreams, but why?"

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Laxus and Lucy BROTP headcanons?

You get me. I want them to be besties:

Laxus fights for Lucy to get a spot on the next s-class trials

She's one of the few people he will offer his coat to when it's cold

He uses her head as an arm rest. One of these days, Lucy will tear his arm off for his audacity

She's one of the few people who have gotten into a heated argument with Laxus and lived to tell the tale

Sometimes when she's being rowdy, Laxus will electrify the air to make her hair all frizzy (Evergreen is also a victim to this)

Laxus has a scar from when he jumped in front of Lucy in 100yq. She feels really guilty about it, but Laxus assures her he doesn't mind and he'd do it again in a heartbeat

Lucy still feels like she needs to make it up to him and insisted on doing something. He told her to buy him a beer and they'd be even

Laxus is not very good at feelings so he asks Lucy for help with romantic stuff when he starts dating. (his partner knows it was Lucy planning it but pretends they don't)

One time an interviewer made a sexist comment about her and Laxus spent the rest of the interview lecturing the guy about not only Lucy's honor but every other woman he knows that could kick the interviewers ass

Laxus will shock anyone Lucy requests with no questions asked. He figures she has a good reason (it is usually Natsu or Gray which Laxus does with pleasure)

Lucy will defend Laxus to the grave. Especially because he doesn't have the best rep due to his past so Lucy has gotten into several fist fights in his honor

[obwjam]

for the prompt, 26 and peter quill with a teenage borrower?

this has been sitting in my inbox for over a month LOL so sorry anon who was probably expecting something better, much sooner

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“Aw, c’mon, bud. I’m not that scary, am I?”

You gulped. He kind of was, but you weren’t going to say that. 

See, you knew exactly who this guy was – Star Lord, leader of the famous Guardians of the Galaxy. He was so famous that even borrowers knew who they were, and your kind tended to stay so secluded that they barely knew anything about the giants of your world.

It was the thing you hated the most. Giants were fascinating! They did things with such ease, and they never had to worry about basic survival like you did. You knew if you could study them up close, you could learn something and help make life better for all of you.

Unfortunately, you really failed to take into account how utterly terrifying it was going to be.

“Aw, man…” Peter frowned. He had noticed this little thing following him around this shop – they couldn’t have been more than 16 years old. He pretended that he didn’t notice them, since he knew they definitely thought they were being sneaky, but they were so caught up in following him that they didn’t notice the ledge of the shelf they were running across was rapidly approaching, and before they knew it, they were tumbling toward the ground. Peter caught them, and now they were sitting in his cupped hands, wide-eyed and trembling.

Guess he was that scary.

“Hey, don’t – c’mon, it’s alright, don’t cry!”

Crap, you were crying. That’s so embarrassing! you yelled in your head, furiously trying to blink away the tears without moving too much, but it was no use. You thought you were being sneaky. You thought you were being brave. But when it came down to it, you were just as terrified as everyone else in your village.

“Shit, um–” Quill looked around, making sure nobody else was nearby. The rest of the Guardians were waiting back on the ship, since this was supposed to be a quick stop to get these little cookies that reminded Peter of Oreos. “Hold on, ‘lil dude, I’m takin’ us somewhere else.”

You whimpered at the sudden movement, too stubborn to stabilize yourself in fear of looking even weaker than you felt now. A few minutes felt like a few hours, but soon, you stopped moving. Quill had found a quiet corner outside the shop.

“Okay, I think we’re safe here,” he huffed, leaning against a dirty brick wall. He took a moment to look you over – wide eyes, heavy breathing, arms pinned tensely at your side. He wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed, but he knew he had to calm you down. 

“What’s your name? Can you tell me that?”

You squeezed your eyes and shook your head. Even if you wanted to tell him, the words would have gotten caught in your throat.

Peter sighed. “Okay. Names later, that’s cool, that’s cool. Well, I’m Peter Quill, people call me Star-Lord.”

You nodded. “I know.”

Quill perked up at the impossibly small sound of your voice. “You know me, huh? I’m that famous?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. How could he not know how famous he was?

You didn’t notice Peter’s soft smile. Maybe he would get through to you after all.

“How old are you, little buddy?”

You hesitated. “...Fifteen.”

“Fifteen?! My god, little dude. You shouldn’t be out alone! Where are your parents?” Quill nearly laughed when he said those words. He never thought he would be the scolding parent type.

You shrunk back. “I…” You didn’t expect him to get mad! And you couldn’t just tell him, either. Why did he have to ask that?!

Peter could immediately tell he had just asked a sensitive question. “Woah, hey, I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, feeling the tears splashing down on his palm. “I, uh, I get it.”

You tilted your head.

“Well, I lost my mom when I was real young, back when I lived on earth.” He said that like you should know what earth was. “And my dad… well, I kind of killed my dad, but I didn't even meet him until a few months ago.” He smirked at the look of sheer confusion on your face. “Oh, don’t worry. He totally deserved it.” A pause. “Anyway! What I’m saying is… I know what it’s like not to have…” He trailed off. “But I’ve got my friends, and that’s more important, anyway. Do you have any friends around?”

You gulped. One of the most sacred borrower rules was to never reveal the existence of others if you were to get caught. Of course, you had already broken the most sacred law, which was to never be seen, no matter what. 

You couldn’t help but really reflect on the question he just asked. Sure, you lived with the village, but after what happened to your parents, you were rarely allowed to leave. They didn’t even know you had left to observe Star-Lord. They were gonna be real mad about that.

“...I’ll assume by your long pause and contemplative looks that the answer is, it’s complicated.”

You shook your head sadly. You don’t know what compelled you to admit this; maybe you respected his attempt to sympathize with you. Or maybe you just really wanted his help. 

“I… I thought – if I could watch you, I could learn from you,” you squeaked. “Make things better for me. For everyone.”

Quill felt his heart swell. That was an adorable admission. 

“But – but nobody listens to me,” you continued. “They don’t care what I have to say. They probably don’t even – I doubt they even noticed that I’m gone.”

A moment passed before Peter spoke again. “Well, what did you learn?”

“Well, I… I learned that giants can be really nice.” You instantly blushed. Did you just say that out loud?

Quill knitted his eyebrows. “Are we not supposed to be?”

“Well… yeah,” you said. “That’s why I’m not supposed to be seen.”

“Gotta say, little bud, you’re doing a terrible job at not being seen.”

Quill was relieved to see you laugh at that. He didn’t know why, but he felt this tug toward you. Maybe it was because you seemed to be receptive to his jokes, or maybe it was the way you looked at him with those pleading eyes. Yondu was there for him when he needed it most – maybe you needed someone like that, too.

“So,” Quill started, “you really want to learn from me?”

You nodded tentatively. What was he getting at?

“Well, if it’s alright with you… why don’t you come hang out with me and the Guardians for a bit?”

You nearly fell over. “What?”

Quill smiled. “You could learn how to fight, how to build stuff, how to pilot a ship… well, maybe not that last part, because nobody flies the Milano but me. But you could definitely watch.”

“Are… are you serious?”

Peter nodded. “Of course I am. Plus, this place sucks, right? Like, it’s totally boring.” 

“It – it is pretty uneventful around here.”

“Exactly. See? I think you already know the answer.”

You thought about it for a moment. You would be leaving, totally unannounced. The village would go frantic searching for you… if they even noticed you were gone. You could actually see what was out there! You could learn skills you only dreamed of having. You could protect yourself… just like the giants could.

“I’ll go with you!”

Now, Quill was beaming. “I knew it. Your life is about to become insanely awesome, little bud. Just wait until you meet the others.”

You couldn’t help but beam along with him as he walked away, the landscape you once called home melting further and further in the difference before disappearing completely. 

Peter Quill wasn’t so scary after all.

[lnfours]

Could you possibly do one where Tom and the reader who is an actress who plays a character in Spider-Man NWH are dating and one day for some mysterious reason Tom gets transported into the MCU universe and in the body of his character Peter Parker. Chaos ensues when his co stars are acting like their characters and he tries to convince them that he is not Peter Parker. He even tries to tell y/n that in his world him and her are together. The reader, MJ, and Nef agree to help him get back to his reality

oooh okay! i enjoy a lil multiverse action!

this got so long bc i got carried away but i love this idea so it's totally fine

come send me tom blurbs!

tom woke up to the sun shining in from the window. he rubbed his eyes and sat up in the bed, pushing the covers off as his vision cleared. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the room. he was in peter parker's bed, in his clothes, and in his room.

surely someone would've said something to him if he had fallen asleep on set, right?

there was a knock on the door, it opening slightly as marissa aunt may, peeked her head in through the crack, "ned and y/c/n are here, better get a move on. you don't want to keep them waiting."

he let out a sigh of relief. y/n and jacob are here. surely they'd know something about what's going on. what if they're in the same predicament as him?

she gave him a smile as she closed the door. he looked around some more, finding the midtown crewneck and khakis that were thrown around the room. he quickly changed, not really understanding anything about where he was or why he was suddenly peter parker, the boy he portrayed in marvel movies.

surely the multiverse wasn't real, is it?

he quickly was out the door, eager to meet his friends outside. he ran up to y/n y/c/n and gave her a hug. she was caught off guard, looking at jacob ned confused.

"hey, pete."

wait... did she just call him pete?

he pulled back surprised, "huh?"

she looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, "i said 'hey, pete'. are you alright?"

"why are you talking in a british accent?"

tom noticed she was in her wardrobe for the movie, which was a way too big MIT t-shirt that once belonged to her character's father, tony stark, a pair of jeans with black converse to match peter's. why was she wearing her wardrobe? why was everyone acting like he was peter?

"you feeling alright, man?" he turned and looked at jacob ned who was also in his wardrobe. a midtown letter jacket, a pair of jeans and sneakers. what the fuck is going on?

tom stammered, "i- uh, no. everything isn't alright..."

"what's wrong?" y/c/n asked, eyes filled with concern.

holy shit. the multiverse is real. in real life. and he's living in it.

"i think something happened and i got transported here from another universe."

his girlfriend and best friend looked at him and snickered, "yeah, okay, good one."

"come on, we're gonna be late for school."

tom shook his head, following them down the sidewalk, "no i-i'm being serious guys!"

however, the two ignored them and made way to the school. tom walked in silence, figuring out a way to convince them that he was actually tom holland trapped in peter parker's universe.

his heart was racing, mind spinning.

he just wanted to be back in atlanta with y/n.

the three walked into the school, meeting with zendaya mj at her locker.

"hey guys," she smiled, "why's parker look so sketched out."

"something about being in a different universe. i don't think he got much sleep last night." y/c/n said quietly.

"no, i'm telling the truth! you guys have to believe me."

"oh god, not the british accent again." mj complained.

"would you guys just please listen to me!" tom pleaded.

the three of them looked at him skeptical. they all knew that there was a slight chance in the multiverse actually existing, but no one has ever been able to travel through it. yet alone in their sleep.

"you were just fine yesterday," ned shook his head, "i don't understand."

tom huffed and grabbed everyone by their arms before leading them to a quieter section of the school: the library.

"listen, i'm telling the truth."

"okay, prove it." mj crossed her arms.

well, shit. how is he supposed to do that?

"okay, fine," he huffed, "my name is tom holland and i'm the actor who plays peter parker, i'm not actually peter parker. in fact, all of you actually have actors who play you, you're just an onscreen version of us."

mj uncrossed her arms, "still not very convincing."

tom rolled his eyes, good to know zendaya is just as stubborn as mj is, "y/c/n, me and the actress who plays you are dating in my universe, not just in the movie. your actress' name is y/n y/l/n. zendaya is the actress who plays you, mj. ned, the guy who plays you, his name is jacob batalon. all of the actors play you guys, the characters, in the marvel movies."

everyone looked at him dumbfounded.

"but you and mj are..." y/c/n trailed off, "you and i are just best friends."

"i know, but in my universe, you and i are dating."

"like peter parker and y/c/n or you, tom holland and y/n?"

"me and y/n." tom nodded, finally they were starting to understand.

"okay, you have me convinced but i need more proof." mj said.

"how else can i get you to believe me?"

"i don't know, how are we supposed to believe you?" ned said. he had a point, all of this did seem far fetched.

wait, if tom is supposedly peter parker, he wouldn't have peter parker's DNA he would have his own. which means he wouldn't have the radioactive spider bite. which means...

he's not actually spider-man.

"okay, so since i'm tom holland and not peter parker, i don't have the radioactive spider bite. which means i can't do this." tom said, walking up to one of the walls and putting his hands on it. he acted like he was going to wall climb, but because he didn't have his, stickiness as he called it, he failed.

which was the plan. and made mj go wide eyed.

"he's telling the truth."

"okay, so..." ned said, "how do we get you back to your universe and get peter back to ours?"

"i think i know a guy." tom said, leading his group of friends out of the school and down the streets of new york city. thank god he had caught up on all the marvel knowledge and knew as much as he did or else he could've been stuck like this.

"what is she like, y/n?" y/c/n asked tom, ned and mj coming up with different solutions by themselves as tom led the way.

"she's a lot like you, actually," he smiled, "i mean, other than the fact that she looks just like you, she's smart like you, goal driven like you, and she has terrible jokes just like you."

she let out a laugh, rolling her eyes and hitting his arm at the joke he said. he laughed with her, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"is that why you hugged me earlier?" she asked and tom nodded.

"i thought the same thing happened to her that happened to me. sorry if it was weird or anything."

"no, no it's okay," she smiled, brushing her hair back from the wind, "peter and i have hugged a bunch, it was just strange at how sudden and bone crushing it was."

he let out a laugh, "yeah, sorry about that, too."

"all good," her smile never faded, "sounds like you love her a lot."

"i do."

"good thing we're going to get you back to her."

tom sighed as he stood in front of the building, "i sure hope so."

"dude! this is the sanctum sanctorum!" ned exclaimed, running up to stand next to tom.

"yeah, i know him. so does peter."

"wait, does dr. strange have an actor guy too?"

tom nodded, "everyone does."

"that is sick!"

"even my dad?" y/c/n looked over at tom and it broke his heart to see the sadness in her eyes. god, how was he supposed to explain it to her.

"yeah," he swallowed, "in my universe, your dad's actor robert downey jr, isn't actually dead. just his character, tony stark, is."

she nodded, looking down at her feet, "good to know he's still alive somewhere."

"if it makes you feel any better, y/n and robert are really close. almost father and daughter like, just like the two of you in your universe."

she gave him a small smile, "yeah, thanks tom."

he nodded, opening the door to see benedict dr. strange. the three teenagers and adult explained the situation to strange and after much convincing, strange agreed to send tom back to his universe.

he looked over at the teenagers who helped him, smiling. he hugged all three, his hug with y/c/n making him even more excited to go home and see you.

"tell y/n i said hi."

"yeah, tell this jacob guy i said hey too. if he's anything like me, he must be cool."

tom laughed and pulled mj into a hug.

"i guess say hi to zendaya for me, she sounds pretty awesome."

"she's the dopest friend i have. thanks for believing me, even though it took a lot of convincing." he smiled.

"you're just not very convincing," she said, "no offense."

he laughed, "none taken, i wouldn't have believed me either."

he said his final goodbyes and walked back over to strange who handed him the box containing the spell that would send him home. with a few words, tom was transported back into his room, in his bed. he woke up from a slumber in his own clothes, quickly sitting up and getting up out of bed as he rushed to the living room.

"oh, hey! you're finally up. i couldn't wake you this morning." you smiled from the couch, book in hand. he smiled, feeling overjoyed to see you in front of him.

"you alright, baby?" you asked, getting up and walking over to him. you ran a hand through his messy curls, his hands finding their home on your waist. he pulled you into a hug, kissing your lips sweetly as he took in the smell of your shampoo and perfume. he was home.

"you okay, tommy? did you sleep alright?" you asked, looking up into his brown eyes as they scanned over all your features.

"you'll never believe what just happened to me."

[drarrily-we-row-along]

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known (part 5)

Hello friends- I know it's been a minute since I updated this puppy. If you need a refresher, you can read the whole thing here on AO3

Draco was losing his entire mind.

He didn't know what the fuck Potter had been thinking when he'd held Draco's hands in his to warm them or let his lips brush over the tips of his fingers. He didn't know what he'd been thinking when he'd said yes.

The only thing he'd been able to think in that moment was that he wanted whatever Harry had wanted to give him. It was a stupid, pathetic crush and Draco was just sinking further and further into it with seemingly no way to get back out.

He was doomed.

To make matters even worse, Draco had agreed to go out dancing with Pansy, thinking the distraction might do him some good, only to realize that Harry had been invited along as well. Draco could scarcely stand the sight of him in his tight jeans that clung to his shapely arse and muscular thighs, or the strip of flesh between his tshirt and jeans that appeared when he put his arms over his head, or that tempting trail of dark hair that trailed down into his trousers.

How was he supposed to function?

Tearing himself away from the dance floor when the lure of touching the other man became too great to bear was the only option. He made his way over to the bar and ordered another drink.

"Hey," came a warm voice just to his right and behind him and he inwardly groaned. This had to be karma.

He turned to look over his shoulder, "Hey yourself," he said, eyes raking over Harry's body, taking in the heat of his bronze skin glistening with sweat, the way his body was loose and easy.

When his eyes met Harry's, he found that the other man was watching him intently, eyes bright. "Hi," he said again, voice a little breathless.

He felt his mouth curling up without his permission, "you've said that already," he said.

Harry laughed as he reached across the bar to accept a club soda. "Perhaps it bore repeating."

"Oh?" he asked, leaning back against the bar, his shirt parting and putting his collarbones on display.

Harry's eyes were drawn to the skin now on display and Draco wondered if it was possible that the other man found him as attractive as he found Harry.

"Are you day dreaming tonight?" he murmured, his voice dropping low without his permission.

His attention snapped back up and his eyes searched Draco's face, for what Draco wasn't entirely sure, before he took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

"Anything in particular?" he asked, licking his lower lip in anticipation.

Bringing his drink to his lips, Harry took a long swallow before taking a step closer.

Draco could feel the heat radiating off of the other man's body and his own pulse roared in his ears. It took every solitary ounce of restraint that he possessed not to lean forward and bring their bodies into sharp relief.

Leaning his head in, Harry put his mouth against Draco's ear, "Are you sure you want to know?"

He shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over his ear and neck, and nodded vigorously, barely stopping himself from pressing into him.

Harry hummed and the sound ripped through Draco, all the way through the pit of his stomach to his toes and fingers. "Tonight," Harry murmured, lips now brushing over Draco's ear, "I keep imagining a body pressed against mine."

A strangled whimper rose up Draco's throat, it was an image he'd imagined many times himself.

"I can't quite decide if I want his body in front of mine, arms around my neck while we grind on the dance floor, my thigh between his legs," he continued. "Or if I'd prefer to be behind him, his arse pressed against me, my hands gripping his hips while he writhes and dances."

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and closed his eyes, body swaying toward Harry's.

"If he's facing me, I keep imagining my hands dropping to his arse, cupping those generous globes in my palms," he let out a little groan like he couldn't quite help it. "If he's got his back to me, I keep imagining letting my hands slide up his body, maybe even under his shirt so I can play with his nipples while we dance."

Draco's entire body felt like it was consumed by fire, his fingers reached out without his permission and he clenched them in Harry's shirt, knuckles bumping against Harry's side through the thin fabric of his tshirt. "What happens next?" he asked.

Harry's cheek brushed against his as he brought his mouth even closer to Draco's ear, "I take him home," he rumbled. "Strip him bare," he added. "Lay him out on my bed and take him apart with my mouth and my hands."

He shuddered and his body came into contact with Harry's as a result of how close they'd gotten. "Fuck," he whispered.

"That is the general idea," Harry replied.

"Harry-" he started, heart pounding wildly as he fought the desire to turn his head and connect their lips. Before he could do anything, he was very rudely interrupted.

"Harry!" a voice shouted from across the bar.

Growling low in his throat, Harry drew back from Draco and Draco nearly pulled him right back against him.

"Hey!" Neville called, as he made his way over. He clapped Harry on the back before he seemed to notice that Draco was standing there. "Oh!" he said, surprised, "Sorry! Am I interrupting-"

"No," Draco said quickly, untangling his fingers from Harry's shirt as reality slipped back in.

At the same time as Draco spoke, Harry bit out, "Yes."

"Err-" Neville replied but neither of them were paying him any mind.

They were both looking at the other, trying to parse out what they were thinking and feeling.

"I should go," Draco said, slipping out past Harry and heading toward the door, toward fresh air and space. Toward his bloody sanity.

He'd only made it a few steps outside when the door to the club swung open and a warm hand found his shoulder. "Wait," Harry said.

Draco closed his eyes and let his head fall forward, resting his chin on his chest, trying to push the ridiculous desires out of his mind. "What?" he asked, voice tense.

"Hey," Harry said, tugging lightly at his shoulder to get him to turn around.

He turned and he wasn't sure what his face said, but Harry took a step back.

"Sorry," he said softly.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, "If I made you uncomfortable-"

A laugh, hard and just a little bitter forced its way from Draco's mouth. "You haven't made me uncomfortable."

"Then why are you running?"

"Because I don't fancy making a fool out of myself," he replied.

"What?" Harry asked, tilting his head like a lost crup at Draco.

He shook his head, desiring nothing more than to just slam it against the brick wall. "You should go find someone to dance with," he said, nodding back at the club.

"Oh," Harry said, brow furrowing.

"Go make your daydream a reality," he said, taking another step back, inching toward the apparation point before he lost his composure and his self-preservation instincts.

Rubbing the back of his neck he replied, "That might be difficult."

"Why?" he asked, "You're a very handsome bloke, Potter, no one's going to turn you down."

He cleared his throat, "Might be difficult to make my daydream a reality if you're not in there," he said, like that clarified anything. When Draco just stood there, as confused as ever, Harry swallowed, "Because you've been the object of my daydreams since last weekend at Luna's," he clarified. "Maybe longer, if I'm being honest."

"Me?!" he asked.

Harry shrugged, "It's okay if you don't feel the same," he said, tongue running along his bottom lip, "only you seemed to be into it in the club-"

"You don't actually want me," he said, cutting Harry off. "You can't possibly."

"Why?" Harry asked, brow furrowing in confusion once more.

He blinked, "Because you're-" he gestured broadly at Harry, "And I'm-" he finished, gesturing at himself.

"I mean, sure," Harry said, "You are significantly better looking than I am-"

"What?" he wheezed. "That was your take away?"

Harry scrubbed a hand through his hair, "Look, Draco. Can I be honest?" Without giving Draco a chance to reply he plowed on, "I like you. I like you as a person, I like your wit, your sharp sense of humor, I think you're bloody gorgeous," he added. "And I really like the way that I feel when I'm with you," he said. "Like I'm not too much, like I'm just a person who gets to feel what they feel." He looked down at his shoes for a minute, "I've given you a lot of pieces of me that I don't give to everyone and I trust you. I'd like to see where this can go. If that's something you might be interested in?"

Draco spluttered, "Yes," he managed finally. "Merlin, Harry, yes."

"Yeah?" he asked, perking up and grinning at Draco.

"Yes," he said, grinning back at the other man, sure that his smile was just as wide and ridiculous as the other man's.

"Maybe coffee or dinner first?" Harry offered.

His heart expanded in his chest, knowing this was serious for Harry, not just a one-night stand. "I'd like that."

The other man grinned and held out his arm, letting Draco loop his fingers through his elbow before he started strolling down the sidewalk, "Great," he said, "Because I have this great daydream about going on a date at a diner a few blocks from here-"

Draco smiled and settled into Harry's side, more than content to listen to all of the sweet dreams he had for his life, delighted by the idea of being able to fulfill some of them.

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fin

[ayoharuko]

Genshin Impact Gf Headcanons

Hey guys!

I decided to do the girls as well since i feel like they need attention ya know? So its gonna be the same as the boys version but obviously this is the girls version and this is part 1 which will be the mondstadt girls!

I hope u guys enjoy this and some of the headcanons might not be accurate since i rarely play any of the mondstadt girls, The only one I play from our mondstadt girls is Klee hahahaha....

Also some of my headcanons might be inaccurate or occ thats because as i said i don't play the mondsadt girls that much so i apologize for that.

If some characters are not in these headcanon posts it means there gonna be in another post which has platonic headcanons for them, Because of the kids and some underaged characters(According to Google) soo yea.... 

I would also like to apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes....

REMINDER: None of these characters belong to me they belong to hoyoverse and please note that this work is just the work of fiction.

Ok lets start（。＾▽＾）

(Mondstadt Girls)

~Grandmaster~ (Jean Gunnhildr)

~Protective Girlfriend~

- She is very overprotective. Like obviously she gives you freedom but....she also can’t imagine you getting hurt...soo sometimes she makes a knight follow you around when she's busy, look she just wants you to be safe soo please don’t mind it too much :3

- I don’t think jean would be the jealous type to be honest, cause she seems too mature to think about things like that and she knows you only love her and only her 💕

- To make up with her being always busy and stuff, she makes up for it by giving gifts to you. Ex: Buying you flowers and jewelry 

- She keeps her relationship with you low-profile since she knows some people will go after you, so she tries to Keep you guys relationship a bit hush hush🤭

- In her free time or when she takes a day off she likes starting the day off by giving you cuddles and kisses~ Although I think you should be the one doing that to her. Since we all know how stessed she must be from work, soo please comfort our workaholic mommy :3

- She's the type of girlfriend to still keep blushing or getting flustered no matter how many years you guys have been together, it's just that....everytime your with her you make her heart go all doki-doki💞

- You and Barbara are beasties I like to think you both gush about Jean together about how amazing she is ehe~

- All in all Jean is an amazing girlfriend protective but amazing, she knows how to handle things with maturity and knows how to handle you :3, Your the one that gives more fun to her life and she's thankful for that~

Nicknames: My flower, love and My dear

Voice line about you: "Y/n? Oh, their an amazing lover...one of the best in my opinion. Although not a lot of people know of me and y/n’s relationship...they still stuck with me.." 

When she talks to you: "Love? Please come to our room, I..have something to show you..." 

~Lady Librarian~ (Lisa Minci)

~Flirty Girlfriend~

- She would the teasing type, But mostly a flirt lol

- I expect her to pin you to the wall and whisper stuff in your ear...like ya know what I'm talking about -///-

- She would let you help her tutor Klee and razor, Your basically known as her assistant by now. Well her cute assistant-

- Your dates are always either reading together at the Knights of Favonius library since that's where she works and she's often quite busy, So you both spent your time together there. She doesn't really mind.

- When you guys are alone she would slack off and tell you to lay on her lap and she'll just pet you while reading you a book :3

- If you knew her in her akademiya days you bet she would help you with research, you both would be study buddies. 

- Overall your dear Lisa is a teasing flirt and she wouldn't mind you being her assistant for life~

Nicknames: My love, sweetie, darling and sweetheart 

Voice line about you: "Oh? Y/n? Why there my assistant of course! Oh my~ They helped you? Hehehe...they are my little assistant after all~" 

When she talks to you: "Darling~ Can you help me with these books?" 

~Cryo Mommy~ (Eula Lawrence) 

~Tsundere Girlfriend~

- She doesn't really understand how to love someone nor how to treat a lover but....shes trying. 

- She would do little things for you without telling you as shes shy about it, Helping you with commissions and just trying to help you with things. 

- If you ask her to teach you to dance she wouldn't mind! Because she would love to hold you in her arms while teaching/helping you, She's so sweet💕

- Anyone who insults or speaks bad about you....all you'll hear is "I will have vengeance!", Good luck to those people🤞

- When your both alone she would be more....nicer you, By that I mean she would hold your hand, kiss your forehead or cheeks and just be sweet to you~

- Almost everything you do makes her either blush or smile and your the only one who sees her beautiful smiles. Well expections to some people🤭

- Sometimes you would have to reassure and comfort Eula....since we all know some people don't really like her.

- I feel like she would randomly touch your hair, Either to comfort you or she just wants to play with your hair, You don't really mind hehehe

- I'd say some children actually like her alot and admire her, They would sometimes try and copy her dance moves or spy on her and they would also ask you about Eula and you and the kids would talk about Eula :3

- Expect you both sitting down at one of Mondstadt's cliffs and just looking at the beautiful city, Very romantic~

- Your the only one who can make her smile like no tomorrow...honestly....she will have her vengeance....by making you feel safe and loved just like what you did with her💕

Nicknames: Love(Yea only that) 

Voice line about you: "Y/n? There my partner what's wrong with that? Hm...you better stop bugging me about them *blush*" 

When she talks to you: "Love...your stepping the wrong way its this way, Don't worry...practice makes perfect after all. 

~Bunny Girl~ (Amber) 

~Sweet Girlfriend~

- Let's face It, Amber is just the sweetest! 

- She would help you on your commissions! Although she would be often very busy...sadly, So whenever you both have the time you guys go on adventures and lots of dates! 

- She would either take you to dragonspine to visit Klee and albedo! And then to Mondstadt's cliffs to do some sightseeing. 

- She would teach you how to use a bow and also how to defend yourself, Of course only if you don't know how to fight. 

- Expect amber to always worry about you, She just wants you to be safe and if you get hurt she'll actually blame it on herself for not being there and able to protect you....... 

- Your literally her partner in life and at work, Amber wouldn't wanna explore anywhere without you :3

Nicknames: My little bunny or big bunny, My lover and love

Voice line about you: "Hmmm...huh? Oh! hehehehe.....sorry I was just thinking about my lover...i haven't see ln them almost the whole day *Sad face*" 

When she talks to you: "Love! Are you ok!? I heard you were ambushed...h-huh? I don't have to worry? I know...its just that...i don't want anything to happen to my bunny ya know?" 

~Shy girl~ (Sucrose) 

~Shy Girlfriend~

- She's shy AF, Which is obvious since she is very shy and an introvert. 

- Because of her shy nature you would have to be the one to imitate love languages. She gets soo red when you hold her hand or kiss her cheeks and when you complement her, She just isn't used to someone so sweet and loving😊💕

- She gets inscure often since she wonders why your even with her in the first place, So when she gets those thoughts...please comfort her....she deserves it...

- She often invites you to help her with research or experiments, In her mind she thinks those are dates hehehehe.... 

- I feel like certain people(Albedo and lisa-) Would tease her about you, Their just happy for you both don't worry :3

- She would try and teach you about alchemy, Because she knows how interested you are in alchemy😌

- Omg imagine you and her cuddling for warmth while sleeping in dragonspine, Since it's COLD af there. But hold her tight since she's so warm💕

- Sometimes you might actually get creeped out by her...weird hilichurl experiments...but it's all in the name of science and alchemy don't worry😅

- She LOVES headpats, She would start putting her head under your head for more pats and it's soo cute😫💕

- She likes it when you touch her hair alot, She would want you to braid it, brush it or just run your hand through her hair, Your touch is just so comforting to her💕

- She knows that sometimes she's too shy to tell that she loves you or imitate touches to you but never in a million years would she ever leave you alone. Because your the only one who accepts her for her💕

Nicknames: My lover(Although a bit rarely since she's too shy) 

Voice line about you: "M-mr albedo? What is it? O-oh...about y/n...w-well.. *Starts muttering and blushing cutely*" 

When she talks to you: "A-ah! I-i-I...you kissed me! I...uhm..i...liked it *Red faced and starts muttering*" 

~Knight Maid~ (Noelle) 

~Caring Girlfriend~

- She's just a sweetheart but she's more caring~

- She will cook for you, clean your house for you and help you around. She really doesn't mind! It's the least she can do for you. 

- If you'd let her she wants to help you do commissions, One cause she wants to prevent you from getting hurt and two to spend more time together✨

- She sometimes doubts herself, Because she thinks she isn't doing her best, But reasure her that she is. She needs it❤️

- On your free times you both would lay underneath a tree and just hold hands while talking or just taking a short nap under the sun, It's so sweet~

- Noelle doesn't like when you get hurt, When you do she will IMMEDIATELY treat you. No questions asked. 

- Best girl. Best wife, Your lucky to have her, Even if she doesn't see that💕

Nicknames: My beloved, Darling and my sweetest 

Voice line about you: "Hello there. Have you seen y/n? Because I would like to check up on them! Their at the knights headquarters? Oh thanks so much!" 

When she talks to you: " *Humming while cooking* Oh? Hello darling, I cooked dinner for you! H-hold on I'll set it up. Hm? You wanna dine with me? O-oh...alright hehehe..."

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS!

I'm soo so sorry this took a while, when I was about to finish it exams started so...it kinda messed up my schedule. But now I'm done! I also would like to apologize for any spelling errors or grammar errors...

I really hope you all enjoy this cause I actually had fun writing this :3

Anyways! tysm for reading this far because I know this is long af lol, and I hope u enjoyed the headcanons💕

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[majorproblems77]

Sacred Realm updated which means im actually so excited to be making this omg

Hi there Sacred Realm fans! :D

It is I, the one who makes the analysis posts on various comics on the internet. (With permission course) Because I love doing them and they bring me joy.

If you are unaware of what Sacred Realm is, it's a Legend of Zelda AU about a new Link who gets a little medallion that makes him a badass, also it can hold the spirits of heroes from across the realms (Including my fave boy ever okay)

Before I begin, I'll get the important stuff done, This is done with permission from @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist. Please do me a favour and go and check it out because it's a wonderful comic and extremely well-drawn and written.

Now, grab some popcorn, and a drink and please enjoy me rambling about a comic that I enjoy so much. :D

Lets begin!

First, some sass

Damn, possessed Link got a mouth on him. Low key I love him, he looks like he could go for round two like right now. Wouldn't be surprised if he went for the hero of time next.

My eyebrows shot up at this.

Time KNOW's

let me repeat that

TIME KNOWS. HE KNOWS WHATEVER IS IN THE MEDALLION CAUSING THIS.

(More on this later)

He knows he knows he knows he knows he knows

I can hear the mocking voice of Link while he is saying this. Time has experience with this particular entity before.

Okay, so here is when it gets interesting.

Possessed Link or this entity I suppose, referring to Time and in turn Hylians as 'Your Race' Tells me a couple of things.

This thing in the medallion isn't a Hylian spirit. So as much and as fun as a dark link theory is, I dont think it could be.

Time arguing that we're not perfect, again referring to Hylians sounds very much like an "I'm speaking with a god speech"

I present my theory on what is in the medallion.

An extra spirit, a god of some description, from the spirit realm. Out to get revenge on Hylians.

Time has been to the spirit realm, in his games. (I am under the assumption that those still occur in this canon please do correct me if I'm wrong here.)

I'm convinced that this thing in the medallion is a deity of some kind because of the eye colour. I can't get over it.

This style of blue, with no pupils.

We've seen it before.

On Hylia.

From Chapter 2 fate PT2

And here is the first time we see it on Link for comparison, With Sky's alongside him for comparison for what Hylian eyes look like.

From Chapter 2 Fate PT3

The colour isn't exact so it can't be Hylia herself I dont think, but, i believe that there is a spirit trying to escape the sacred realm and is using Link to do it.

Okay, enough of my conspiracy theories moving on!

Link you gotta wake up!

Sky thinks so, I love the coloured speech bubble, what a good idea.

OH BOY I LOVE THESE PANELS

You know those scenes in video games when you're fighting off something that's trying to possess you and you have that ominous-sounding echo that seems to reverberate through your head. But is also muffled at the same time?

(If I find a game example I'll link it)

This. Put that noise you think off over this.

KICK ITS BUTT LINK GET IT, GET BACK IN HERE.

These five panels tell so much when it comes to how much effort Link has to go through to fight off the medallion possession. I wonder if its going to be easier or harder for him to fight it off as he gains spirits in the medallion.

You can really feel his struggle and I just love it. The visual storytelling is incredible in this comic and I will fan girl about it all day because I just love it so much

I'm thinking he says this to gauge just how bad this possession is. time seems like the guy who would, especially as he already seems to know what this is.

I wonder if he really is the hero of realms?

Yes, Time. Yes, he is.

The face he dosent remember any time he's possessed by the medallion is a little worrying.

Makes me think that could be used later.

Like, Link dosent remember fighting this ice comet now. What if he fights an enemy while possessed, breaks the possession then has to relearn how to defeat it because as possessed link he's not gained any information.

Man Link is a cinnamon roll sometimes and I love him dearly okay.

Alrighty, thats me finished with my rambling. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this! And thanks again to @zelda-the-sacred-realm for the permission to do these i really appreciate it.

Please please go and check out the rest of the comic if you haven't it's amazing :D

Thats me finished for this chapter, so I'll be headed out!

Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

First, the NSFW ABC’s of Lady D absolutely ruined me. Secondly, it got me thinking.

What would you put if E was Edging instead of Experience and D was Denial instead of Dirty Talk?

OHHHHH.. Well, this is a fun little addition, anon 👀👀👀

Edging:

To say our illustrious Countess enjoys edging her pets would be a vast understatement. She loves it - thrives off of it. As she brings you to the brink of pleasure and back again - over and over until you're a flustered mess beneath her. Seeing your body trembling with need. Your eyes half lidded in lust. It's one of her most favorite things, after all. Her warm gaze skating over you as you squirm under her large frame, juices steadily building between your legs with each unfilled promise. Until there's not a single thought left in your blissed out mind. Nothing but pleasured fog and the knowledge of just how badly you need release. Of just ust how badly you want to come for her. And maybe.. just maybe.. if you behave, she'll finally give you what you desire most, with your body convulsing to the tune of her experienced fingers.

As for herself, our Lady is much, much too impatient to enjoying being edged. You may get away with it once, but try it again and she'll be fucking herself before you even get another chance. All while making you watch.

Denial:

Denial just happens to be one of Alcina's favorite punishments for her pets that may get a little too impatient or bratty. And if you happen to find yourself with a sharp tongue, you may also find yourself at wrong side of your Lady's tolerance. With your ankles and wrists bound expertly and your eager little body splayed out perfectly for her. Each light touch only making you more sensitive - needier. With a tug to your nipples and subtle scratches along your torso and inner thighs. Every caress she gifts you even more delicious than the last. Though, never touching you where you want it most. And when her mouth comes into play, your level of need will become almost unbearable. As her tongue and teeth mark and suck over every inch you - biting and claiming. A smug smirk across crimson lips as you pull against your restraints - looking up at her with heated cheeks and a single plea in your eyes. But you know what she wants, you know what she desires. As her fingers graze over the most sensitive parts of your body until you're begging like your life depends on it. Until your pleas turn to silent screams and her fingers mercifully side into you. "Don't let it happen again, draga."

Denial is not something you want to try with Lady Dimitrescu, pet. Not if you plan to see the light of another day, that is. As if you could ever deny yourself the extreme pleasure of hearing the effect you have on her anyways. A fact that she knows, and knows all too well.

[firein-thesky]

hello cielo! happy spooky szn 👻 i hope october is treating you well! for your drabble game, i would love to see siren kaeya if you have the time <3

oohhh this is a GOOD one. i've been thinking ab this since you sent this in.....siren kaeya you want, siren kaeya you will get!!

siren!Kaeya

cw:

***

The sea is cold and dark, a restless blue-black under a plum sky. Night approaches swiftly. The temperature drops. The wind begins to whip and howl.

Usually, you are aboard a ship, at the whims of the sea. But tonight you are docked in a small port, somewhere at the edges of the world. Still, you cannot stay away from the sea.

You sit on a large, slippery stone. Waves crash up on it, soaking you, freezing you. You don't care.

Desperately, horribly you long to hear the song once sung when you fell into unruly waters like this. By some miracle, you'd made it out, washing on shore like a scrap of wood, days later, with no memory but—

No memory but the tune of a song.

At first, you'd thought it was an old lullaby or sea shanty. But you couldn't stop humming it, feeling it buzz around your mouth. You felt your heart ache with it, felt yourself cling to it.

Inexplicably, you are drawn to the sea still. The sea that almost swallowed you.

And now, you sit with that sea and you long again to be in it's embrace for some unknowable reason.

You sit until the moon slips into the sky. You sit until you're shaking and frozen.

And then as your eyes drift close from exhaustion, a flash in the water.

Scales. A fin.

A fish? You blink blearily—

A song.

Oh, your song.

A fierce ache blossoms inside your chest, heart thudding, as a voice rises, singing, the tune that you have clung to for months now. The voice of your sea.

The voice is rich and smooth, resonant and sweeping from lovely, higher notes, to blooming, warm mid notes. Crooning low sounds curl themselves around you, lure you right to the edge of the rock, peering deep into the water below.

A lullaby voice, musical and sensuous, full and—and beautiful.

And then a face shimmers beneath the dark and breaks the surface. You jolt backwards.

A man surfaces, peering at you with a single, blue eye. The other is murky and silver, damaged, and striking.

Your mouth parts in suprise—he's—he's—

His smile is a flash of too-sharp teeth.

"Hello, darling."

The same croon, low and sweet and tempting. Your heart beats as hard as the sails in a storm. You can only get so far from him on this stone, before you tumble right back into the lapping waves.

He rests his arms atop the rock, tilting his head to peer at you. His hair is dark—midnight blue and clinging to the curve of his broad shoulders, the nape of his neck. His cheek. He's bare and—and along his forearms is a jutting fin, the color of sapphires. Scales shimmer and gleam along his brown skin, over his temples. Gills flare at his neck. He gleams, slick and beautiful.

"No need to be so shy." He purrs, "you've been calling for me."

You blink hard and sharp, "I—I haven't been calling for you. I don't know you—"

He tsks, "you'd forget the face that saved you?"

Your breath is stolen from your lungs.

"Y-you—It was you who—"

He hums in affirmation. "And now you're humming my song. It's stuck in your head, isn't it?"

Fear pulls at you, the frigid tendrils of it. Warning bells uselessly clatter inside your head.

"You can't stay away from the sea, hm? Even if it almost swallowed you whole?"

You manage to dip your chin into the smallest nod, a jerky movement. You swallow hard.

"Poor thing," he coos, "poor, lost thing."

And then he disappears beneath the breaking waves. Slips into darkness.

You lurch towards that side of the stone, peering desperately below you, as if you might find him beneath the surface.

The water goes strangely still.

Dread curls around you.

You feel circled, a seal at the mercy of a large, large shark.

A jerkier waves startles you backwards, onto your bottom, and the other edge of the stone. You scramble backwards on your elbows a little, scraping them until you feel the precarious waves behind you, almost lapping at your shoulders. The nape of your neck.

Nothing happens. No one appears.

You take in lungfuls of air when you realize it was just the water. Maybe you imagined him—maybe—

"You really should be more careful." He murmurs and this time, he is behind you, curling an arm around your upper chest, almost your throat, to pull your flush against his bare, wet shoulder. You try to scream but a webbed hand curls over your parted mouth. "Sshh," he hushes, nose at the crook of your jaw.

You squirm, but he is strong—stronger in will and body. He hums a little, amused, the sound beautiful still somehow.

You whimper behind his hand.

"Like I said, you should be more careful," he sings, "humming my song like its yours, calling a siren." You can feel his smile against your cheek, the edge of a sharp, jagged tooth. "Besides," he coos, "you owe me."

And then he pulls and you tip backwards into the water with him. Cold and dark rushes up to surround you, to cradle you—or maybe that is just his arms, maybe that is just your siren.

***

thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoyed!!

send me a monster + a character and i'll write a drabble!

[seecarrun]

“So… I might be kind of into Richie.”

A grin slowly spread across Bev’s lips, and Eddie already felt himself getting on the defensive, despite knowing this exact thing was going to happen.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock,” she laughed, then grabbed his good hand and practically dragged him into her apartment. “Tell me everything.”

He groaned, loud enough to attract the attention of Ben, who poked his head out of his office as Bev dragged him past the door, and smiled at him sympathetically before returning to his drafting.

“Bev—” Eddie started, but she shoved him into the couch and sat across from him expectantly, so he opted to cut his losses and gave in.

Eddie had been replacing the bandages on his shoulder from where the clown had stabbed it. He was healing nicely, thank god, though the whole process had made him stiff and sore, and he was struggling to make sure the bandage was secure.

Richie happened to be walking by as he was struggling to get the bottom of the bandage to stick on his back and paused in the doorway to watch him in amusement. “You good there, Spaghetti?” he asked.

“Just fine,” he grumbled with a wince.

Richie watched him slap around uselessly and hummed. “You sure about that?” He smirked.

Eddie glared. “Yeah, asshole. I got it. I just need—“

At which point, with a chuckle, Richie slipped into the bathroom, and with a tenderness and care Eddie was still so unaccustomed to seeing from him, smoothed the bandage down, his fingers ticking his bare skin. He nodded at his handy work, and glided back out of the room, blowing him a sarcastic kiss goodbye as he turned the corner, reminding Eddie of his meeting with Steve at three, and asking him to text him what he wanted him to grab for him at In-n-Out on his way home.

Back in the present, Bev grinned. “Getting turned on by proper first aid technique is the most Eddie Kaspbrak thing I’ve ever heard.”

Eddie flushed. “I know. Shut up.”

Laughing, Bev ruffled up his hair, and practically skipped to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with two pints of Ben and Jerry’s and a shit-eating grin.

Reluctantly, Eddie reached for a pint and began digging in, flipping off Ben as he walked by and reminded him not to spoil his dinner.

[nerdyvocals]

I'll Cut My Hair (To Make You Stare)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies (TV)

Relationship: Lydia/Cynthia Zdunowski

Characters:, Cynthia Zdunowski, Papa Zdunowski, Jane Facciano, Olivia Valdovinos, Lydia (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)

Additional Tags: Fic Exchange, hair cutting fic, cutting someone's hair can be so sapphic, The Pink Ladies know, Sleepovers, closet makeouts, they deserve normal high school experiences dammit, minor language, meet the parents, first "i love you's", Cooking Dinner Together, what if I shove a bunch of tropes into one fic, who would stop me, hair is an important part of Cynthia Zdunowski's identity, Fluffy, Cynthia Zdunowski has sensory issues, Betaed

Language: English

Collections: Lynthia Fic Gift Exchange 2023

Stats: Published: 2023-10-02, Words: 7,610, Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Your appearance is the ultimate expression of who you are, and something as simple as a haircut can change your life.

(Title from "This is Home" by Cavetown.)

Notes: For penguinwritesbooks.

My only instruction was to have fun, and boy did I! Penguin, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

When the ends of her hair touch the base of her neck, Cynthia knows it’s time for a haircut.

To be fair, there are other signs as well, many of which that come well before this point, but haircuts were a tedious chore, and the problem with these early signs was that they were easy to ignore. Cynthia liked her hair cropped short; a little shaggy around the ears, with bangs that fell just to her brow. Whenever her bangs encroach on her vision, it was a sign she needed a trim. But she could steal grease from the boys to push them back, and she wouldn’t notice. The next sign came when her ears disappeared fully under the mass of strands. But she could tuck the wayward locks behind her ears and forget their length.

The back of her head, however, was hard to ignore when overgrown. She didn’t pay it much attention at any other time. She couldn’t see the back of her own head, so why should she concern herself with what it looked like? But overgrown was another story. Overgrown meant itchy strands creeping under her collar, brushing across the nape of her neck, scuttling across her skin like phantom bugs, and sending horrible little shivers down her spine.

So when she woke to that familiar, creeping scratch, she knew it was time. But of course, the thought came along with the realization that she’d forgotten to set her alarm clock the night before, and now had a mere ten minutes to sprint out the door if she wanted to make it to school on time. Somehow, she didn’t think she could fit a haircut in that window.

Cynthia jolted out of bed with a start and flew to her closet, grabbing and shimmying into the first shirt and skirt her hands touched; a horrible clash of color and pattern that Nancy was sure to give her shit for later. From there, she hopped down the hall to the bathroom, pulling socks she hoped were clean over her feet as she went, vaguely aware of the phone ringing and her dad’s voice answering. In the bathroom, she squeezed a drop of Ipana onto her toothbrush from a tube that was long past the point of needing to be replaced. She scrubbed at her teeth for approximately three seconds before spitting the foam down the sink. Reaching for her comb, she spared herself a glance at her reflection in the mirror, and yeah, she definitely needed that haircut.

The sides of her hair almost reached her chin. Or at least the right side did; the left side was sticking straight up where she slept on it. Her bangs were long enough to be ruffled by a particularly strong huff of breath. She didn’t want to think about what was happening in the back at this point. If she had a hair ribbon, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was able to tie at least part of it up in the world’s worst ponytail. This was, without a doubt, the longest her hair had been in years. How had she let it come to this?

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