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waterberry-strawmelon · 1 year

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dungeons and daddies season 2 rant!

this is mostly a vent post bc i’m just not a huge fan of the way the stakes in this story have been handled in the 2nd season so far! obviously i love the podcast so this is no hate on it, but i just wanted to get this out there and see if anyone else feels similarly, or if perhaps season 2 gets a little less messy and forcibly dramatic later on!

*Note: As of right now, I just finished Episode 13—aka the huge lore dump episode lmao! So maybe things get better after this and i just dont know it yet!

This is a lot of word vomit cuz I wrote down all my thoughts in my notes app on my phone stream-of-consciousness style, so if something doesn’t make sense, that’s why!

My problem with season 2 is that the rules of the world and of the story keep changing. The rules of the GAME aren’t changing, but the verisimilitude of the story itself is—they’re playing Calvin Ball with our suspension of disbelief, and it’s not working for me.

It’s like the Steven Universe Future thing of suddenly going against the previously-established rules of cartoon logic; suddenly we’re NOT supposed to laugh at cartoon slapstick and instead supposed to now see it as REAL INJURY that just…healed. But that breaks the audience contract!!

In Dungeons and Daddies, we’re supposed to believe that a lot of these jokes in season 1 don’t really matter. So when they DO in season 2, that’s not what had been implicitly agreed upon by the audience and the creators/writers about the story.

So with this in mind, that we are now supposed to believe that these characters’ actions have real consequences. Willy Stampler is an abuser. If we’re trying to do a redemption arc, we need to fucking SEE that.

For this season to represent growing up and realizing that adults are fucked up and make fucked up choices and can grow and change and get better or get worse or maybe weren’t ever as great as you thought it was. Those are cool ideas! But for us to take them seriously, they’ve got to be handled with care; we can’t just be told these adults made fucked up choices and when it was posited as a joke, only for it to actually be SERIOUS (i.e., if for example, henry and darryl kissed in season 1 and it was played as a joke that may or may not have actually happened, it’s never addressed again, so it’s really not heavily staked in canon—then you cannot in season 2 say that actually, darryl and henry had a lot of tension after they got back to earth and it was awkward for the rest of their lives, but we didn’t see it it just happened off-screen, trust me. BECAUSE THAT’S NOT HOW IT WAS TREATED IN SEASON 1!!! YOU CAN’T REWRITE WHAT’S ALREADY HAPPENED—IT DESTROYS OUR BELIEF IN ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THE STORY. SHOULD I TAKE THINGS AS JOKES, OR LITERALLY? If I took all the stupid shit in this podcast as real and genuine and serious, then this would not be a story i wanted to watch, because literally every character is an asshole. But that’s not how the story is sold to us!

It’s kind of like how ultimately, all the dads in S1 were kinda shitty, because they were played by actors playing Dungeons and Dragons as a comedy podcast. If the podcast had treated that stuff seriously, it would’ve been an ENTIRELY different tone, and no longer comedic. But now suddenly we’re supposed to take all that shittiness as if it WERE serious fact! But that wasn’t the implicit contract we’d agreed upon by engaging in this “comedy podcast” story!!!!!!!

I think it’s cool how the new dads/S1 sons are essentially acting just like the dads in S1 did, only we’re seeing from the kids’ perspective how it actually affected them.

But at the same time…idk. It’s like you’re mixing metaphors. It doesn’t resonate with me, because i can’t be invested in any of it. Are the jokes real? I can’t get a feel for what kind of emotional weight i should be granting any and all of what the characters say and do.

The best thing about S1 is that it didn’t have to be believable; but in S2, they’re trying to make us believe in this stuff that’s not believable. So you’re losing my trust and interest in this narrative, y’know?

AND FURTHERMORE!!!!! I hate that Willy’s character has now been reduced to “narcissist = bad (which on its own is…not a great narrative to deliver about ppl with personality disorders), but he was in prison for a long time and realized he was mean so now he’s a nice guy! forgiveness <3.”

As if he didn’t abuse his son. ajskfmxghgjk. idk what kinda shit anthony’s trying to tell with this. it doesn’t have to have a moral or soapbox moment or whatever, but it almost erases the POWER of Ron’s arc in Season 1. by getting forgiveness from the narrative, without getting forgiveness from his actual victim.

This feels like a Rian Johnson movie just trying to be quirky and “subvert expectations ooooooooOOOoOoOoo” without that subversion actually feeling REWARDING or EARNED or JUSTIFIED.

In my personal opinion, I think it’s just not as strong a choice to try and get into character work this early in the story, as compared to the pacing of Season 1. Sure, we did get some good Ron growth for an episode at like… episode 14? But the dads didn’t get actual ARCS until after the halfway mark!!!!!!!! Sometimes they really didn’t even resolve themselves until episode 66—three episodes before the final episode.

and it feels like a lot of these story beats are trying to do the work of character arcs without setting up a sturdy enough character foundation to begin with.

i saw a lot of fans online praising the choice to have such important plot stuff happen so early, and while i agree the previous monster-of-the-week formula was getting a little dull, i also don’t think the characters have really felt fleshed out enough yet to get thrown into this sort of thing. like, i personally dont really care about scary’s complicated feelings because i havent had 30 episodes to get to know her yet (and more importantly—neither has BETH. the actors themselves are still figuring out their characters!) the characters’ emotional beats it feel much more rushed and much more forced, imo. which makes the foundations of this story feel unsteady, bc i dont have any handholds to come back to and connect with. i havent been able to connect with the characters OR the story yet, so having all this thrown at me as if it’s really meaningful just falls flat.

Overall, timeskips need to be handled with care. If we jump forward in time and suddenly everything’s different—just for the sake of uncomfortability and subverting expectations—you’ve really got to justify those character changes within the narrative. And so far, nothing’s feeling particularly justified. At least—you have to do this if you want your story to be meaningful and/or SAY something about TRUTHS in OUR WORLD outside of this fictional narrative.

I can tolerate all this nonsense if it’s not actually trying to reflect anything in real life, but if I’m supposed to take this story seriously as a funhouse mirror representation of real world themes, then you’ve got justify your narrative choices. Otherwise, you’re just confusing your actual motive.

Basically, to try and be comedic AND have real world dramatic tensions and significance and themes to connect with an audience, the drama and comedy cannot come from the same place.

Here’s an example: In Jojo Rabbit, the comedy comes from pointing out and emphasizing the ridiculousness of the Nazis’ ideology. The film does not derive its comedy from the most dramatic, real-world-reflective moments: the human connection between Elsa and Jojo, or Jojo and his mom; the danger Elsa found herself in under Nazi oppression; parental death; etc.

And vice versa, the comedic moments are not the emotional crux of the story. Even Jojo’s violent accident is played more lightheartedly; if they were to make THIS event (the grenade exploding and almost killing Jojo—a ten year old child) the driving tension of the film, then for us to feel actually INVESTED, it could not have been played as comedic as it was (i.e., the scene where they’re rushing him into the hospital on the gurney and his bloody thumb’s up pops into frame).

Dungeons and Daddies Season 2, on the other hand, takes these emotional beats that have already been established for COMEDY, and tries to turn THAT into the dramatic, emotional crux of the show. And i as a viewer am just not as likely to be invested in that conflict or dramatic tension or to find the messaging about real life to be saying anything particularly resonant or meaningful.

TLDR: Dungeons and Daddies Season Two suffers from GENRE CONFUSION!!!!!!!

If ultimately Anthony and the rest of the gang are trying to say, “This is what life is like sometimes!” (which is, imo, what EVERY dramatic story is trying to say), then they’re not actually doing that, because they’re manufacturing these situations to fit what they want to say, rather than presenting the narrative first AND THEN ALLOWING THE MEANING TO DEVELOP NATURALLY FROM THE RESULTING EMOTIONS!!!!!!! Fuck!!!!!!

So basically, it’s still easy for me to enjoy the show—but the narrative does not provide me with enough material for ANY EMOTIONAL INVESTMENT, and that is really disappointing :(

#this goes all over the place so again sorry if it makes no sense!#also its fine if you disagree but please dont reply to this post or send messages to my inbox trying to change my mind #if you think these problems maybe smooth themselves out as season 2 continues then thats cool and id love to hear about it!#i'd also love to hear if anyone else has noticed anything similar; and even if u havent im happy to clarify any of this if ur curious about #my perspective (or if any of my examples didnt make sense. like i said—i wrote this in my notes app impulsively to just process my own #thoughts cuz i was feeling overwhelmed. so my primary audience is me here lmfao!)#dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies season two #dndads #dungeons and dads #dungeons and daddies s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #mine #just some thoughts #vent //#media analysis #kinda!

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partycatty · 3 months

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giggling at this idea i just thought of but would u consider... hear me out... mk1 johnny finding out that reader has a body pillow of him? like those anime ones but bcs he's a celebrity, someone made one of him too 💀 & reader secretly bought it and tried to hide it/deny it but johnny sees all fr fr

i wrote this and then it got DELETED i almost cried

johnny cage > superfan

johnny never visited your place, but now he sees why.

notes: the way i used to unironically have a bodypillow of a character i'd rather die than admit... this hits so close to home

[ masterlist ]

you and johnny were an unlikely pair in the grand scheme of things. you were a toned down worker in your own field while his face was plastered on every billboard, magazine, and teenage girl's home screens. at the end of the day, though, you were both humans in love and that's all that genuinely mattered.

johnny's arm that was slung around you as you two cuddled on his couch shakes you back to reality.

"you know what's funny?" he suddenly brings up, closing the tiktoks you were watching together. "we always come to my place. never yours. i've only ever seen the inside when i pick you up."

there wasn't a hint of annoyance or accusatory language in his voice; he was curious. as he typically is.

"i don't know," you shrug nonchalantly, hoping to get the topic over with. "your place is nicer." this was entirely true. despite downsizing after his divorce and other events he has yet to disclose to you, he still had a truly nice home. it radiated the energy of a celebrity without needing the size, but was just homey enough for you to spend your nights there when you felt like it.

"so?" his eyebrow quirks up.

"so, it's better to hang out here. my apartment isn't all that exciting, not a lot of room to do much."

"but it's the person that excites me," he replies quickly, kissing your forehead. "plus, all we usually do is sit on my couch here. what's the difference of doing it there?"

as your mouth opens and closes to try and dismiss the subject, johnny turns to face you completely with a beaming grin.

"can i come over tomorrow?" he asks, like it's your first date with him. his eyes are bright, like a kid asking for permission from his mother. you couldn't even bring yourself to look him in the eyes as you swallow hard. there wasn't necessarily a true reason to not have him over, but preparing for his arrival would take a considerable amount of effort to... redecorate. finally, you nod with a sheepish smile, and johnny plants a slap-like kiss to your lips as a thank you.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

the following morning, you were throwing your piles and piles of collectibles into boxes and shoving them into your closet. the replica of his brass knuckles or figurines of ninja mime had to go before he arrived. johnny couldn't know that on top of being his girlfriend, you were a fan. and not just any fan, a superfan. every piece of evidence had to be thrown into a corner lest you face his endless prodding and teasing. besides, even if he was a celebrity, he probably didn't expect his partner to have such belongings. it felt... wrong. but even still, you couldn't help but support him in his works!

a knock at the door makes you visibly jump as you're kicking the last of the merch under your couch. wiping your hands, you race to the front door and take a deep breath, making sure you plugged in your wall scents and lit your candles. you swing it open and johnny peeks his head in, glancing around with his typical grin. he puts his sunglasses atop his head to adjust to the indoor lighting, a curious glint in his eye.

"i don't know what you were talking about," johnny finally says, hands on his hips. "it's nice here. quaint."

"i think that's just calling me poor politely," you reply as you fight a smirk. johnny tenses up, already apologetic before you reach up to kiss his check. "i'm teasing, dear. now what?"

"a movie?"

"not one of yours."

"we didn't even finish citizen cage last time!"

you roll your eyes at his puppy-like stare. you immediately cave in with a huff. as his own version of a thank you, johnny swoops over and picks you up, sure to support your ass more than your thighs as they wrap around his waist. he shoots you a devious grin, as if to say "i can't help it!"

you're playfully tossed onto the couch, and you have just enough time to chuck a throw pillow in his direction as he heads toward your bedroom.

"i'm stealing your comforter," he announces. "since i don't see a regular blanket around here." you gulp, remembering your johnny cage themed throw blanket that once laid on that very couch. thankfully, it's buried under your other laundry.

"not everyone has blankets for every occasion!" you shout back, settling into your new spot and allocating space for his large body. that is, until you hear eruptive laughter come from your room. of course it was johnny, but the laugh was so hysterical, so out of character, you partially wondered if he had gotten possessed. "babe?" as you're about to rise from your spot, johnny responds in an unusually high pitched voice, strained from the cackling.

"why do you have this?!" his grin is audible, dripping from his upward inflection. your stomach drops, but you try to play dumb in case it's not what you expect.

"have what?" your voice is low, unwilling to give anything away. your question is answered when johnny emerges from the hallway, holding up your dakimakura with one hand, slung around its painted shoulder.

your face heats up in record time. it's a drawing - a realistic one - of johnny, laying down. the other side features the same, except blushing and only in boxers. you must have forgot to fully hide it, and left it on your bed like a fool. and what a fool you were for thinking a simple blanket would conceal it. times like these you wish you could afford a throw blanket to bury yourself in it and hope he'd go away.

"if you wanted me in your bed, you could've just asked," he giggles to himself, admiring the possession. "hey, at least they got my features right."

"please put that away before i die of embarrassment," you quietly beg, voice muffled by your head in your hands.

"really though, doll," johnny's smile doesn't disappear, just lessens. "why, of all things, do you own a bodypillow of me?"

"it was limited edition," you mutter. "the artist put it on sale."

"limited edition? you're a collector?"

shit. you sold yourself.

"maybe."

"collector of what?"

"...paraphernalia."

"i could deduce that. i won't judge you, honey." he kneels down to meet your level, putting his hands on your knees as he sets the pillow down beside you.

"i, uh... i collect things. related to you." johnny's face freezes, lip twitching in amusement as you continue to defend yourself. "i'm not weird about it, though."

"except for the pillow."

"50% went to charity!"

"touché. don't worry about it, sugar," johnny kisses your forehead. "there are worse things to collect. if anything, you're pretty lucky to have a famous boyfriend. lots of stuff to collect. you want one of my shirts? i'll sign it for you—"

"enough, enough," you giggle, swatting your hands at nothing. "this is already mortifying for me. you should see the rest—" you stop in your tracks, smile dropping in an instant.

"there's more?" as he asks, you two stare at each other in disbelief. and before you could react, he darts off to your bedroom, pushing himself off of the wall as he nearly runs into it. you shout-laugh as you follow after him.

"JOHNNY!" as you turn the corner to stand in your bedroom doorway, johnny charges at you and slings you over his shoulder. all you can do is half-resist his grip as he swings your closet door open. your legs kick against his body, and you're slapping his back. "DON'T LOOK!!"

"i can't not look!" he protests, patting your ass playfully. his hand falls to his hip as he inspects your crammed closet just as his grin widens once more. "is that a life-size ninja mime cutout?"

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #marley writes ☆

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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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hi, can i ask for a part two for this with Floyd,Azul,Riddle,Malleus and Ruggie please?

If u accept request rn?

Don't Deny It Babe~ Part 2

warnings: semi-proof read Berry: I didn't think that the previous post would gain a 2nd part so thank you for the chance! as always, enjoy! <3

"W-wait, are you sure?" Riddle would have a brief mental pause. He'd then have that cute pouty expression when he's embarrassed thus furthering your point. *cue his blush*

Riddle would be a bashful and stuttering mess especially if he's present or within earshot of you talking about his 'cute' qualities to others. He has a reputation of being the strict dorm leader after all!

There would be times that you'd find this young gent to be quiet and a lil timid as you continue to ramble on cuz slowly overtime he'd like this approachable view that you see in him.

Eventually, He'd slowly accept your image of him but I'd imagine you would catch him puffing up his chest as he tries to make himself more refined in the mirror. (Why do I lowkey see him getting "manly" advice from Trey and Cater?) Antics aside, he'd get all warm and fuzzy thinking about your comments, putting a very soft smile to his face whenever he thinks about it <3

If there's anyone who doubts your views, He'd simply watch you debate or argue from afar cuz he enjoys seeing you be so passionate even if the topic is about him. If the others laugh or starts making fun of either you or him tho ...just remember, he IS watching *looks to Ace*

"Uh...what?" Ruggie's ears flattened at the comment. "You think I'm CUTE?" he spoke with wide eyes. I feel like this wouldn't be the first time this hyena was called that compliment. Most likely his grandma. Meemaw Bucchi: *pinches his cheeks* awww you look so cute all dressed up in that uniform!

He'd be the type to ask you the why's, when's, and how's or just whatever type of reasoning you've had to decided out of all descriptions, you chose 'cute' for a guy like him. I see him also being the type to check himself out in front of mirror but in a very confused state.

He'd at first don't want ANY of the Savanaclaw guys hear about this. (he might as well be chopped meat if Leona ever got a word of this) So the moment he'd sense that you're about to go in one your tangents about him, he'd start messing with ya like tickling or hell even spinning you around just to whisk the two of you away from curious eyes and ears.

But I supposed overtime, this hyena beastman would be curious enough to try and use his this 'cute' side to soften people up for opportunities. (Outside of campus most likely) Of course he'd first test it out on you and often times you'd let him cuz after all, who couldn't say no to such a face?

But here's the thing, you're definitely not safe from HIM calling you cute and all~ Imagine he'd playfully steal your pen or something after class and as you try to grab for it he'd give a fleeting peck on the cheek. "Oh would you look at that." He chuckled. "Guess we're both the cute ones now eh (Y/N)~?" goodluck

"eh...HEH?" He stammered. He tries a little too hard to regain his composure afterwards but you'd know that your comments shot through to his classy exterior. Now you're left with a blushing and babbling octo-man.

Similar to Ruggie, our boi also has a lot of questions but the key difference is that he deals with them...internally. You, along with the rest of Octavinelle and even Jamil would notice his scrunched up face at random points throughout the day. A million and one questions running through his mind on why you'd think of him like that.

It was already too late for him because he already overheard you talking about this with the leech twins. He might as well evaporate at that point. You know the gif of the dog smiling while the room is on fire and saying 'This is fine'? That's our boi Azul right there

It takes a while for him to open up to the idea. He takes baby steps by also teasing you and showing you his perceived 'cute' side to you in private just to entertain you and see his precious pearl smile.

Overtime, he'd enjoy it and thinks it's also the best thing ever to rub it in people's face as you talk their ear off especially Jamil. "My precious pearl that is (Y/N) lovingly proclaims that I am the cute one, so that is now law."

"Hmm...You mean" Floyd tilt his head to the side. "Koebi-chan thinks I'm...cute?" He mostly says this out loud to confirm it to himself. After a few seconds he smiles gleefully towards you. Get ready for a wild ride (Y/N)!

Every time he thinks about it or you'd say it again. He'd chuckle and spin you around like as if there weren't any other people around. THAT'S how happy he is. His classmates and the rest of his dorm would find it a lil terrifying seeing this man just humming, kicking his feet in glee during class or in the lounge repeating the words "They think I'm cute~ my Koebi-chan thinks I'm cute~"

I could see him sometimes using this as an excuse to skip his shift at the lounge. Poor Azul cutting his lifespan in half every time he heard Floyd utter the words "Because Koebi-chan said so, wouldn't want to ruin a cute face like mine from all the stress. Maybe you should try it sometime Azul~"

You guys probably already see this one coming but he would be the scary shadow looming over you as you explain your side that your boyfriend is in indeed the cute one out of the two of y'all. 'You dare say otherwise to my (Y/N)?'

Threats aside, I know that Floyd genuinely does love it when you call him cute. I also know that he's clever enough that people would find him scary due to his height and his personality so he lowkey gets all soft when it comes to you, acting all bashfully as he hugs with all the adoration he has for you <3

"Could you please repeat what you've just told me?" He'd ask. "You find me...cute, Child of Man?" Genuinely surprised and has the shooketh or cute dumb-founded expression we all know and love.

This dark Fae overall finds it amusing, chuckles to himself from thinking about it from time to time. The memory of you semi-debating to him, that he, one of the most strongest and formiddable mages in Twisted Wonderland, is adorable.

Diasomnia or just the entirety of NRC is often concerned and question about your state of mind but then you'd shoo them off or rather, they 'unexpectedly have a change of heart and mind' and totally not from the dark aura with horns behind you.

He likes watching you debate about it especially if its his family in Diasomnia (looking at you Sebek) He thinks that when you're like this, he finds it sweet and endearing to defend your case about your judgement of him.

As the mischievous Fae that he often is, I see him doing small tests for you, showing off terrifying magical shi like shaking the ground beneath you, skies littered with thunder and lightning or hell surrounding you in a circle of green flames all to see if you still call him cute afterwards. (GG Night Raven College )

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twst x y/n #twst x reader #twst x mc #riddle rosehearts x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #malleus draconia x reader #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucci #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia

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itsajollyjester · 5 months

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yessss that defo answers my questions! ur thoughts on compassion & community intertwined w rebellion definitely show up in ur art lol. something more specific i have been curious abt is ur version of the endings of each specific hunger games & ur characterization/portrayal of the victors at those points! if u have any more thoughts abt any of those characters or their games id love to hear.... im also very not neurotypical abt hunger games

For sure!! But this is a novel and a half so I apologize in advance (also most of this is from memory so anyone can correct me if I'm getting any details wrong)

((TW: For visual depictions of Blood, Gore, and Wounds))

I realized I'd seen barely any art showing what the victors would have looked like when they won their games. They were all just kids and I feel like it can be easy to forget that sometimes

For all of them, I made the background one of their main "weapons" but tried to make it look like its turning back on them instead since there are no victors as Haymitch said.

I'll try to explain them all more in depth individually going in the order I drew them:

Finnick Odair, 65th Games:

His main weapons were his trident and nets that he made with vines. His background is one of the nets ready to trap him.

Finnick was the youngest victor ever at only 14. I really really wanted to emphasize just how little that is. (Especially since we know exactly why the Capitol loved him from the start…) Once I actually drew him looking that little I had to step away for a bit because I made myself too sad…

Outside of just how horrific his age is as a concept, I tried to think about what circumstances would lead to him actually winning when surrounded by older tributes. I think he would have had to avoid any kind of fight he didn't have the upper hand in. We know that he got the most expensive sponsor gifts in the history of the games (a trident), so he probably got plenty of sponsors outside of that as well. Because of that I doubt he needed to go looking for supplies much if ever so it was easy to avoid people there. He was also probably in a career pack, despite his age, due to his training and his popularity, and they would have hunted other tributes down together much like the one we saw in the first book (safer in numbers). Once it was narrowing down and the pack broke is when I think he started catching people in nets. All of that is a long winded way of saying that's why, unlike the other victors I drew, I only show him with minor cuts and bruises.

Originally I was going to draw him with a kind of strained smile like he was acting for an audience from the start. But I decided I actually think its sadder if he believed he was popular because of his skill and strategy as a fighter and only learned the whole truth after he won and that's when he started acting more for the camera. Instead I gave him a more muted despair kind of look, like his world is crashing down. One of my favorite parts about the movies, mainly THG and ABOSAS, is when they give the career tributes at the end a moment of realization about what they've done, and I wanted to give Finnick his. I'm a person that believes Finnick had to have volunteered for his games. I think he would have legitimately believed in the propaganda the career districts were fed and had a bit of a (very middle school boy) ego about his abilities. (I was NOT expecting to write so much about his lmao)

Enobaria, 62nd Games

She's most well known for ripping someones throat out with her teeth. (Her background is her sharpened teeth getting ready to eat her.) This is treated by The Capitol, and by Katniss, as grotesque and terrifying blood lust (Which obviously the Capitol loves her for). However, and I'm not at all the first to say it, that sounds more like a terrified and desperate attempt to survive a fight she was losing and an example of hysterical strength. We know that Career packs have had bloody betrayals in the past and I can see Enobaria being a part of one of them. Enobaria doesn't have a canonical age, but I decided to put her on the younger side (15 or 16.) I can imagine some of the older, bigger tributes deciding she was the weakest link towards the end and that was the result. I tried to make the blood around her mouth and down her shirt look more faded, like she tried desperately to wipe it off (Also I had to step away from drawing again after I drew her little tooth gap)

I think she probably leaned into the bloodthirsty image afterwards as a way to protect herself and (maybe even started to believe it too)

Annie Cresta, 70th Games

Annie's known for losing her mind after seeing her district partner decapitated in front of her. After that, she ran off and hid until the game makers started an earth quake, which made the large dam in the arena break and cause a huge flood. Annie was the only survivor because she was the strongest swimmer. So I decided to make her background dark water that's churning up and over her head. I also think it can work well as a way to show her mental state in the moment (and afterwards) Annie is actually one of my favorite characters in the series and I've been writing out a plan for a possible comic series about her that'll go more in depth about my headcanons for her. (when I say comic series, I mean sketches and oneshots, not a full thing lmao) It wouldn't take place during her games (outside of a few flashbacks when I need more context), instead it would start at her Victory Tour and go into her first (and last) year as a mentor for the 71st Games. Which is a perfect segue to-

Johanna Mason, 71st Games

Johanna is actually first mentioned early on in the first book when Katniss is wondering if the reason Peeta is crying is because he plans to act weak and helpless as a strategy in the games. (Katniss, he just found out he has to fight in a murder tournament with his crush. He's just Sad.) She bases her theory on Johanna, who pretended she was a "sniveling, cowardly fool" in the arena until the final stretch of the games when she proved to be deadly with an axe.

OR….. Katniss is an unreliable narrator and Johanna was actually a terrified kid from a district with so few victors that she was the only name in the bowl for the Quarter Quell… This is totally just a personal headcanon of mine tho lol. I think there would have been a point in her games where she realized she actually had a chance and that's when she seemingly had a huge character turn around. Maybe there was a infighting with the careers that ended in multiple deaths and there was only a few left along with any other tributes hiding away like her. Maybe she poked around what was left of their camp, found the axe, and felt strength from her district.

Her background was a little harder for me. Just slapping a big axe behind her felt cheesy. But them I remembered her saying there was no one left that she loved. So instead I put trees that could represent her loved ones (Two fully grown trees, a younger "teenage" tree, and a sapling) that are in the process of being cut down.

Haymitch Abernathy, 50th Games

Don't worry, I'm almost done. I don't have as much to say about Haymitch since we know SO much about what happened in his games. But his background was probably the hardest for me. His main weapon was invisible after all. I thought maybe the axe that was used, but again, That would look cheesy. I tried (and kinda failed imo) to draw the cliff side the force field was on instead. But the main thing I did was split the three panels I had on the previous drawings into six for two reasons. 1: Because he had to face twice as many tributes in order to win and 2: Being the only victor of a district that's tributes are seen as fodder for the blood bath means he had to meet and watch the death of twice as many kids every year.

#tw blo0d #tw g0re #tw wounds #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #hunger games fanart #hunger games headcanon #thg series #ask #finnick odair #enobaria #annie cresta #johanna mason #haymitch abernathy #jolly art

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burnt toast, sunday

pairing: mephistopheles / gn!mc

slice of life, bonding with mephisto's younger brother, mephisto being a boyfail (endearingly) but he's also a really good older brother

"Don't you have royal babysitters for this kind of thing?"

"Yes and no, but I'd rather have someone I trust to look after my precious little brother."

"So you trust me?"

"Wh...?! Only because Lord Diavolo does!"

or: a babysitting favor-turned-impromptu sleepover party, accidental wingman-er, wingdemon little brother, and poor Mephisto having an internal crisis

[set in the OG timeline, pre-NB]

quick a/n: i cannot for the life of me think of a name for mephisto's brother, so watch how many variations of "little brother" i can use before u get sick of it <3 i like to picture him kinda like a Luke-sized version of Mephisto lol

a/n part 2: erm. i might've accidentally made this a full-fledged fic instead of a quick little drabble help

"So let me get this straight," you start, trying to process what the noble demon before you just proposed.

"You want me to babysit your little brother this weekend, because..."

"--Because I need to attend an event, and I have no one else to turn to but you, yes, that's the gist of it," he finishes, both arms on his hip as if he's recounted this to you 5 times over.

(He has.)

"What about your parents?" you inquire.

Sighing, he returns to his seat across from you, like the thought of them gave him a headache.

"Off to who-knows-where in an exclusive excursion. Last time I called they were somehow in Santorini."

"In the Human Realm?!"

"If you're wondering if there are any more demons masquerading as humans up there, no, there aren't. They'd need permission from Lord Diavolo first lest they get hunted down by Barbatos."

"Oh. That's assuring."

"It's a bad look for the Devildom if we leave our denizens unattended. Anyways, back to the topic at hand--"

"Don't you have, like, royal babysitters for that kind of thing?" you interject. "Like, you know, a personal butler?"

"Yes, and no," another sigh escapes him.

"While we do have butlers, they're more for tending to the estate. Plus, I doubt they could tend to my little brother's pasttime interests. I could very well simply hire a royal babysitter, as you would call it, but I'd rather have someone I trust look after my precious brother."

"So... you trust me?" you try to stop yourself from giving him a smug grin, but the chance was too perfect to miss.

"Wh...?! D-Don't twist my words, human! I only say that because Lord Diavolo does!" his face is flushed in embarrassment, clearly taken aback by the quip. He diverts his face away from looking at you, instead suddenly finding the Newspaper Clubroom's accent wall of interest.

Classic.

"Plus, considering your background experience with those brothers, I'd say you're more than qualified for the job."

You hold back from giggling - which he picks up on - much to his annoyance. But you find yourself curious about his home and his brother, who he's mentioned in many separate occasions. You have to admit, you'd also like to meet what kind of brother Mephisto has.

"Alright, I'll do it," you finally say, standing from your seat, fully decided.

"Wh-Really? Oh. Good. Perfect," he tries hiding the way his shoulders relax from stiffness, clearly relieved you finally agreed.

"...On one condition, though."

"Hm? Name your price."

"Ask me again, but this time, say 'pretty please?'"

(And if the students outside that room jumped from the doors suddenly bursting open, with a red-faced demon chasing a laughing human around, cane in hand, well, they'll just chalk it up as another normal day at R.A.D.)

"Whad'ya mean you won't be home the whole weekend?!" Mammon's whines fall on deaf ears as he watches you pack your overnight bag. You've already told him about the arrangement a few days prior, but it seems the information just processed now.

"It's not like I'm moving away, Mams."

"But what if you fall in love with his house and decide to stay there forever?!" he whines more, as you let out an amused giggle.

"I'll get you a little souvenir when I get back, okay? We can hang out then."

"Promise?"

"Promise. You won't even notice I'm gone!" you zip up your bag, finishing up your pack. As you do, a knock on your door grabs the attention of both of you.

"Yeah?"

"Um..." the door creaks open, revealing a groggy, half-awake Belphegor. "There's a guy waiting for you outside, I think he's one of Mephistopheles' drivers."

Giving the youngest demon a thumbs up, you stand, slinging your overnight bag on your shoulder. It's not too heavy, and after double checking if everything's in order, you make your way out of your room.

"Ride's here! See ya later Mams! Thanks Belphie!"

You walk past some of the brothers on your way out, bidding your goodbyes as you do, although not before taking a little extra bag full of snacks that Beel insisted you bring with you. Upon reaching the house's front gate, you're greeted by a tall demon, clad in formal wear. He introduces himself as your designated driver sent by Mephisto, and ushers you in the vehicle after you return the introduction.

The ride to Mephisto's estate is quiet, and you occupy your time by scrolling through your D.D.D, updating Lucifer that you just left the house, as he had to leave earlier to finish R.A.D-related paperwork. You also send updates in your group chat with the brothers, as well as the guys from Purgatory Hall - who insisted on getting updates, too.

Before long, the car pulls up to a giant, gilded gate - extravagant feels like an understatement, you think, the intricacy of its details almost reminding you of classic gothic architecture from the Human Realm. The mansion itself isn't something to scoff at either; you already knew Mephisto's family was filthy, stinkin' rich - Mammon's words, not yours - but seeing it yourself is an entirely different story.

The car slows down to a halt, stopping at the manor's front entrance. The driver quickly exits the vehicle to usher you out, before driving off to a separate part of the estate. Mephistopheles is standing by the front door, already dressed up for the event he mentioned.

"Lookin' good, Mephisto! That coat looks great on you," you tease and wave a greeting.

"You've arrived. I trust the drive was pleasant?" rolling his eyes, he pretends not to hear anything you just said.

"Definitely beats walking to here, that's for sure," you say as he opens the door for you, beckoning you inside

"Someone's being a gentleman today!"

"Tch," he furrows his brows in annoyance. "Only because you're a guest, so don't get used to it," You can't help but giggle at the treatment, saying a quick thanks as you walk in.

His manor is huge - the large, open foyer that greets you the second you step in is embellished in gold and marble pillars, with a chandelier befitting its grandeur. A portrait of two demons is its centerpiece, who you can assume are his parents. He leads you through an arched entryway leading to the living room, decorated with a large ornate rug and furniture that looks like it got taken directly from a rococo painting - not to mention the actual rococo-style paintings hanging on its walls.

"As you can tell, this is the living room," he pauses for a bit before continuing. "Although we only really use it if my parents have guests over. Even then, they prefer having tea at the backyard."

"Dude, your house is like, a museum," words fail your thoughts.

"Don't be ridiculous, you've been to the Demon Lord's castle plenty of times for you to still be ogling at some gilded furniture."

"Yeah, but he's like - the prince - and I already expected that anyway since the word castle is in the name, y'know?"

He rolls his eyes, continuing the mini-tour.

"Past that hall is the kitchen, and the dining hall is opposite of it," he points out. "Don't worry about food, though. I've already informed the butlers of your staying. They'll call when food is ready. You can ask tea from them at any time, as well."

"Aw, really? I kinda wanted to try cooking at a fancy mansion..."

"Don't you already do enough cooking at the House of Lamentation?"

"Yeah, but I rather enjoy it - plus, my baking skills are a bonafide way to make any kid like me! Or at least, that's what Luke says..."

He rolls his eyes again, before sighing in resignation. "Knock yourself out then, I'll let the butlers know. They'll inform you where everything is if you ask."

"Heh, thanks Meph." he grimaces at the even-shortened nickname, but lets it slide anyways.

"For the main point of you staying here, my brother's room is upstairs," he leads you to a set of staircases at the end of the living room leading to a large hallway at the second floor. "Follow me to his room - I've made arrangements so the room next to his can be your quarters. There's an en suite bathroom, so you don't need to worry about that."

"Thanks, you've really thought of everything, huh?" he rolls his eyes again, but doesn't retort.

"My brother's quite shy, so it might take some time and a bit of coercion for him to warm up to you. He's never really had a proper babysitter before," he pauses, stopping at one of the doors, before giving a firm knock.

A soft "come in" can be heard from the inside, as Mephisto and you enter the room. The room itself is quite different from the overall feel of the mansion - it's a lot more casual and comfortable. It's still quite large, with a seating area and a multiple bookshelves, leading to a large bed. You see a young demon seated in a sofa, book in hand, as he stands to greet his brother. He's about the same size as Luke, although unmistakably of the same blood as Mephisto - similarly colored well-kept hair, green eyes... yeah this demon is definitely his brother.

"Big brother!" he greets enthusiastically. Just from that, you can tell how close they are. "-- and... um..."

"Hello there," you give the smaller demon a wave and your warmest smile. Embarrassed, he hides his face behind the book he's holding.

"No need to be shy, this is, er, my friend from RAD who I mentioned will be looking after you while I'm away," he explains. The younger demon peers at you from his book, before nodding to his brother.

"Hello..." he's too cute, you think, almost wanting to squeeze the life out of the boy. He continues looking at you, until it looks like something clicks in his head.

"Big brother, are they the human you keep telling me about?"

Oh? You had to stop yourself from spitting out a noise in surprise, although turning to Mephisto, who's suddenly beet-red from what his brother said, didn't help your cause, and unfortunately, just made you want to let out a louder laugh. His younger brother's eyes just sparkle even more.

"It is you! Big brother's told me about you before! You're even prettier in real life!" his enthusiasm is cut short when Mephisto covers his mouth to keep him from saying anything else, although he's conveniently looking everywhere but at you. For now, you spare him mercy and lean down to his younger brother's height.

"That's nice of you to say," you smile, Mephisto's hand finally releasing his brother's mouth. "Your big brother has also told me about how much of a wonderful little brother you are."

He's embarrassed again, returning to hiding his face behind his book. The moment is interrupted, however, when Mephisto's D.D.D starts beeping an alarm, and, upon seeing the time on the screen, turns it off and nods to the two of you.

"Ah, that means I must take my leave. I'll leave you to it then - and uh," he turns, looking at his younger brother. "Please don't embarrass your big brother..." he half-whispers to him, although you hear it quite clearly. "Give me a call if anything happens. I should be back by lunchtime tomorrow."

"See ya, Mephisto!"

"Take care, big brother!"

Looking after Mephisto's younger brother is a delight, you think. Although the demon was indeed, pretty shy at first, the moment he saw your Ruri-Hana keychain dangling from your D.D.D - gifted to you by Levi - his eyes started sparkling and all the icebreaker meekness got thrown out the window.

"I-I love Ruri-Hana! I watch all her shows!"

"Why don't we have a little watch party tonight? I'll bake some themed cookies, too!"

"R-Really? You'd do that?" his voice is clearly quivering from excitement at the prospect. You giggle and pat his head in response.

"Absolutely! If you want, you can help, too!"

The elated smile he gives in response is bright, and he pulls you across his room to show you the little corner where he keeps all his memorabilia. His enthusiasm is endearing, and you can't help but feel a sense of older-sibling duty, not too dissimilar as what you feel with Luke.

"Wow! That's a figure of that one time she dressed up as Santa-Devil for a Devilmas special!" all the bingewatching with Levi finally paid off, as you silently thank the third-born in your head for getting you into the franchise as well.

For a while he shows you his collection, until you have an idea and pull out your D.D.D. You show him pictures of a recent convention you went to with Levi, and all the pictures you took with Ruri-Hana franchise cosplayers. His eyes light up at each one, excitedly naming each character. Not long after, a butler knocks on the room, informing the both of you that lunch was to be served.

The dining hall, despite only having you and Mephisto's younger brother, is filled with chatter as you both eat. You learn that he also reads a ton of books, a sentiment that you share. He tells you his favorites, and expresses interest on reading Human Realm literature. You promise to bring over some the next time you're over, which excites the little demon.

After lunch, you start prepping for baking, and after being given a quick kitchen tour by a butler, you work on laying out everything you need. Mephisto's brother is on the other side of the counter on a step stool, so he can see the countertop, pencil and paper in hand, drawing cookie shape ideas to fit the theme.

By the time you both finish cutting and carving off shapes for the dough, it's already late afternoon and the butler comes by to offer you both tea and some light snacks. The younger demon suggests a tea break in the garden, and you go along with his suggestion. He leads you outside through a hallway past the kitchen, and you're greeted by a large expanse of lush flora, and even further, you spot a large clearing where multiple Devildom horses are grazing.

"That midnight one over there is the fastest, he's my big brother's favorite!" he points out, and you spot the horse in question. It's a gorgeous stallion, its fur seemingly glittering under the Devildom moon.

"I have a horse of my own too, but big brother says I'm still too young to race..."

"I'm sure you'll be at it soon!" you assure him. "I don't know much about horseback riding though, so you'll have to show me the ropes when the time comes."

"Oh! Maybe big brother can teach you! Then you'll be able to ride horses, too!"

You lightly laugh at his enthusiasm at the topic, although the image of Mephisto helping you on a saddle flashes in your mind. You hurriedly swallow down the thought - and the slight fluster - with some tea, before you can dwell too much on it.

"I doubt your brother likes me enough to teach me," you lightheartedly joke. The furrow in the young demon's brow slightly surprises you though, as he turns to face you.

"That's not true! Big brother likes you a lot!"

"He... does?" He does?

"Yeah! He's a bit weird about it sometimes, though. He says he's impressed by you and how you reign around the demon brothers, but then he'll also say how much he wants to squeeze the 'life out of your pretty face!'"

"Ah..." your cheeks are quickly turning red, but you try to shake off the imagery. You take another sip of tea to try calm your beating heart down.

"I don't know what he meant by that, though. I don't want him to crush your face!"

His childlike naivete reminds you of Luke, causing you to laugh. "Don't worry, I'm sure he didn't mean it literally," you assure him. You pause, in thought for a second. "So... what else has he said about me?"

"O-Oh! He says that you're such a hard worker. He's told me that not only are you a student council member, you're also a sorcerer's apprentice! That must be hard..."

"Well, it is, but I manage. I do enjoy being in the Devildom, after all."

"He...uh, he says he hopes you're getting enough rest though," the younger demon's voice pauses, a bit hesitant to continue, which you pick up on.

"Hm?" Interesting. "What do you mean?"

"Uh, um... sometimes he'll complain about finding you asleep around school and that now he has to make sure no one disturbs you... so he-ah--! I think I've said too much! Please don't let big brother know I told you!"

You're thankful he's hiding his face in shame because you're pretty sure your own face is also red from being flustered. In your head you're already teasing Mephisto with this information, but you can't deny that your heart fluttered upon learning he's been watching over you all this time - how typical of him, you think.

"How about I tell you a little secret too? Just between us," you offer, calming him down.

"Um... okay, I'm listening," his eyes are focused on you now, clearly all-ears in anticipation.

"I really like your big brother, too."

"R-Really?! You do?"

You nod your head in assurance. "Promise not to tell him though?"

"Yeah! I promise!"

"Alright then. How about you help me make the icing for the cookies now so we can decorate immediately after dinner?"

Before he can respond, however, your D.D.D. starts ringing from where you put it on the table. Looking at the caller I.D., you can't help but breathe out a little giggle. Speak of the devil.

"Meph? What's up?"

"I'm just checking in to see how everything's going. There hasn't been any problems, has there?"

"I-Is that big brother? I wanna talk to him!" again, this kid's enthusiasm is endearing.

"Here, why don't you talk to your brother?"

To say he's been restless the entire event is an understatement - Mephisto has been fidgeting and pacing back and forth the entire time. It's not that he doesn't trust the human to look after his beloved sibling, no, it's the dawning realization that his brother might start saying things. Suddenly, the countless R.A.D. stories he's told him that involved you became embarrassment fuel. He's tried distracting himself by socializing with the other nobles in the grounds, however all the attempts have been proven futile. Glugging down demonus didn't seem to be working either, having to be cautious that he wasn't drinking too much.

Checking the time, he infers that it should be fine to give a call - just to make sure, he assures himself, scrolling his contacts list until he spots your name.

Just one call, Mephistopheles, don't overthink it!

A few rings later, you pick up, and he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in.

"Meph? What's up?"

"I'm just checking in to see how everything's going. There hasn't been any problems, has there?" he's fidgeting the cuff of his sleeves, still restless.

"Is....brother? I wanna....talk....!" he recognizes the voice in the background as his little brother, although talk about poor reception - he'll need to speak with the venue coordinator later.

"Here... don't.... talk.... brother?" the reception sounds like it's getting worse, which is not helping his nerves at all - he can't decipher what either of you are trying to say.

"Brother.... help.... icing.... decorate.... watch.... bad guys....."

"H-Hello? Are you still there? Hey! What do you mean help?!" he's frantic now, trying not to jump to any conclusions - in any case though, he definitely heard his little brother say help and bad guys before the line got cut off from the poor reception... Right?

So like any responsible big brother would, he apologizes to the event host, citing an emergency, and hurriedly calls for his chauffeur to get him home as soon as possible.

"Hm? That's weird, the line got cut off..." you both stare at your phone screen, wondering what happened.

"Oh...."

"Don't worry," you try conforting the younger demon. "I'm sure he just had some business to attend to. Let's try calling him again later, yeah?"

"Okay! I wanna tell him about the Ruri-Hana cookies....!"

"Let's go prepare the icing then!"

Nodding, he excitedly gets up from his seat, taking your hand as he hurriedly leads you back to the kitchen. Upon arriving, you both immediately get to work, and he picks out food coloring combinations while you mix up the icing base, dividing it into multiple bowls. He's at first worried that there wouldn't be enough colors, until you remind him that he can mix for new ones, and he's back to excitedly listing down which colors correspond to which bowl.

You both finish prepping everything just in time for dinner; the little demon scarfing down his meal as fast as he could - almost reminding you of a certain ginger demon - and you laugh as you try to match his pace. Before long you're both back in the kitchen, watching the first batch of cookies turn a nice golden color before pulling them out of the oven to cool. You explain to him that the cookies need to rest first before decorating, and he resists the urge to take one cookie as a trial piece. Endeared, you give in and tell him he can get one cookie - as a treat for being such a good helper, you say.

"It's already so good!" he exclaims.

"Heh, I bake a lot with the brothers back at home, so I'm glad you like it!"

"I'm serious! These might be the best cookies ever! I can't wait to decorate!" you swear that if he wasn't restraining himself, he would've been bouncing up and down in excitement. To satiate his energy, you ask him to start preparing the Ruri-Hana CDs in his room, so the watch party can immediately proceed once the cookies are ready. He happily obliges, rushing off upstairs.

Giggling, you take out your D.D.D to pass the time while waiting. Recalling Mephisto's call earlier, you decide to contact him to give an update, as his call from a while ago got cut off. Surpisingly, he answers the moment the call beeps.

"Hello?! Is everything alright there?! Don't worry, I'm by the gates now so-"

"Uh... Mephisto? Are you okay?" he sounds panicked and in a rush, much to your confusion.

"Wh-?! The call earlier, I heard something about a bad guy and needing help?!"

Ah, it immediately clicks for you.

"By any chance, did we get cut off because of bad reception?"

"Well... uh... yeah?"

"Mephisto," you stifle a laugh, but can't help but let it out. The demon on the other side of the line sounds bewildered, urging for clarification. "I think you misheard what your little brother said, and jumped to conclusions."

The line is silent, almost eerily so. You try to stifle another laugh, to no avail.

"Meph, you do realize I'm a capable sorcerer and have seven demons on my beck and call if anything bad were to happen, right?"

"Listen--"

"Please don't tell me you panicked and left your event early."

"Don't rub it in!"

"Well... at least you're in time to help us decorate cookies?"

"Shut up."

You laugh again at the absurdity of the situation as he hangs up, just in time for his younger brother to come trotting down the stairs.

"The CDs are all ready! Can we decorate now?" his pleads, eyes sparkling.

"We can, but I think we have a surprise guest. Why don't we meet him out front?"

"Huh? Who else is coming?"

"You'll see. Come on!"

By the time the two of you reach the foyer, the front door is already opening, revealing a disheveled, clearly drained Mephistopheles. You stop yourself from laughing, again, while the younger demon next to you jumps in surprise.

"Big brother! You're back early!" he runs up to him to greet him into a hug, which Mephisto reciprocates, giving him a pat on the head, as well.

"Yes, yes. I was, uh... able to leave early due to some--" he turns his gaze at you, furrowing his brows, flustered. You let out a small huff of air, looking away. "--circumstance. I trust your day was well, my dear brother?"

The younger demon gives a vigorous nod of excitement. "The best! I love my babysitter, big brother! They're the coolest!"

"Really, now?" he raises a brow in interest, urging his brother to continue.

"Yeah, we were just about to decorate cookies for our Ruri-Hana watch party... Oh! You should come help us decorate, big brother!" he doesn't even let the elder respond, already dragging him towards the kitchen. You follow suit, entertained by the two brothers. Mephisto looks behind towards you, casting a questioning glance, and all you do is mouth you'll see.

At the kitchen, Mephisto is given a quick crash course by his little brother about which colors to use, and what to decorate, pulling out the drawings he did from a while ago. Being the doting older brother that he is, he can't say no, and instead tries to follow the instructions he's being given. You transfer the separated icing mixtures into piping bags and show the two brothers the trick to get icing out evenly with even pressure and a steady hand, and despite some mishaps - mostly on Mephisto's part - you finish decorating every cookie, now having a gorgeous Ruri-Hana themed spread. You make sure to take a quick photo to send to Levi later.

"My work here is done then," you proclaim, dusting off bits of flour from your arms. "I'm guessing you'll want me gone now since you came back early...?" you turn to Mephisto, waiting for a quip from him.

"Wha- No...!" his younger sibling is immediately at your side, grabbing ahold of your shirt. "You can't leave yet! We were gonna watch Ruri-Hana!" his voice cracks.

"Big brother, you won't let them leave yet, right...?" he gives Mephisto a pleading look. You glance at him as well, and he catches your gaze. Flustered, he looks away, huffing.

"W-Well... I suppose you already did make plans, so..."

"Did you hear that? You can stay...!" he jumps in excitement, still grabbing onto you. "You can watch with us, big brother! We'll tell you all about the show!"

"And he did help with cookies," you add.

You can tell he initially wanted to decline the offer, but one look at his brother's expectant eyes crumbles him down immediately, sighing in resignation.

"F-Fine. You can leave the cookies here, I'll bring them up after I change."

Giggling, the younger demon proceeds to urge you quickly up to his room, where the watch party is set up. You suggest building a pillow fort while waiting for Mephisto, and if you thought the little demon couldn't get even more excited, you were mistaken. He's immediately onboard the idea, taking all the blankets and sheets off his massive bed. You quickly stop by to what was supposed to be your room to grab additional pillows and blankets, bringing it back to the other room.

The fort is a little rough around the edges and haphazard, but the younger demon doesn't seem to care, smile never seeming to go down. Mephisto enters the room a little while later, tray of cookies in hand, looking more casual than usual.

"I've brought the cooki-- Er, what are you two doing?"

"Big brother, look! We made a pillow fort! We can watch Ruri-Hana even better now!"

"A... fort? I fail to see any sort of resemblance..."

"Just get in here," you urge him, taking the tray off of his hands, setting it at the center. Mephisto's brother has already found his spot near the side, hugging a large Azuki-tan plush close to himself.

"Oh! You can sit next to me! That way, I can tell you all my favorite parts! And big brother can sit next you!" he suggests. You comply, trying not to think much about the seating placement, or if the little devil had ulterior motives. After taking your place, Mephisto is still standing outside the fort, seemingly in conflict with himself, staring at the empty space next to you. You pat the spot with your hand, inviting him in. You hear him groan in contempt, mumbling an "I guess that works" to himself as he sits next to you. You giggle at his resignation, and he casts you a glare, although you could tell it had no bite.

The watch party starts off without a hitch - you and Mephisto's little brother gleefully react at all the exciting scenes, as if you've never seen the show before. Mephisto seemed confused half the time, although it's clear he was entertained enough to stay. You humour him every now and then by explaining some of the finer details, and he's surprisingly very attentive. It's not long before he brings his own commentary on the table on certain scenes, prompting discussions and lighthearted debates between the three of you.

Hours and a whole tray of cookies later, the younger demon next to you has drifted off to sleep, curling himself in, Azuki-tan plush by his side. Mephisto, although initially wanting to transfer him to his bed, eventually gives in to let him continue sleeping as is - it's a pillow fort, nothing's more cofortable! - you assure the usually snarky demon, who sighs in defeat.

"He's a really sweet kid," you tell him, placing a blanket over the young demon, who snuggles in comfortably. "--very much unlike his big brother," you add, teasing him.

"He's nice enough for the both of us," his reply is sarcastic, rolling his eyes in addition as a response. "But yes, he's the best brother I could ask for."

"Hah, just now, you kinda sounded like Lucifer when he gets drunk--"

"Do not compare me to that arrogant, self-absorbed, goat-horned jerk."

"Oh, that's a new one. I'll have to use that sometime," you laugh quietly, careful not to disturb your snoozing fortmate. You notice him trying to stifle his own laugh, more amused than he lets on.

A welcomed silence envelops the room, the lowered volume of a Ruri-Hana episode still playing in the background. You can't help but stare at his screen-illuminated face, engrossed in a fight scene between Ruri-chan and the epsiode's focused monster. It's not long before he catches you staring, however, but instead of a sneering quip, he instead gets flustered and turns his head back at the screen.

"So... uh," he starts, still trying to find what he wants to say, although his eyes are still glued to the screen, albeit unfocused.

"For... today. Thanks."

"If it's for looking after your brother, there's no need to thank me. It was fun."

"No, not only that. In truth, I was worried he wouldn't open up to you, and, well..." he breathes in, finally turning to face you. "I didn't like the idea of you two not getting along, I guess."

"Hey, I already told you, kids love me! ...I think," you say. It's light, but you hear a semblance of a laugh escaping him. "Plus, I got to learn a little bit more about you, too!"

"Hm? Like what?"

"Well... I got to meet your favorite horse - he's really pretty, by the way."

"Ah, so you've met Faust. Yes, he is a stunner, befitting only of someone such as myself," he huffs in pride.

"Speaking of, you should totally teach me how to horseback. Your little brother kinda got me intrigued."

He pauses for a moment, as if in thought. "I suppose that's not an... unfavorable idea. I'll consider it."

You're a little surprised, not expecting him to agree, but at the same time, you realize it was his own way of attempting to get closer to you. Recalling what his little brother said that afternoon, you decide to push your luck a little bit further.

"I uh... also learned that despite how you act, you're always looking out for me," it's your turn to avert your gaze, thankful that the room's dimness was enough to hide the pink tinge on your cheeks.

"Wha-ugh... He told you, didn't he..." the giggle you let out in response is light, almost inaudible with the show's ending song playing in the background.

"I think it's quite endearing," you assure him. "I mean, the brothers already try their best to make sure I'm always safe, so knowing you go out of your way to do so too, regardless... It's a nice feeling. Thanks, Mephisto."

"Y-Yeah..."

Silence envelops the two of you again, this time completely, as the screen in front of you fades to black, signifying the episode's end. Carefully, you shuffle yourself a little closer to him, and you take it as an invitation to go further when all he does is look at you quietly.

Wordlessly, you lean your head against his shoulder, softly breathing in the remnants of his perfume from earlier in the day; a comforting scent compounded with Mephisto's natural one. He stiffens at your action, but almost immediately relaxes himself, his hand finding yours under the sheets. His hand is chilly, you think, the demon obviously nervous, but you urge him to continue by letting out a gentle hum of assurance and giving his hand a quick squeeze.

"Hey, Meph?" you whisper, leaning yourself closer to him.

"Hm?" you can feel his head turn to look down on yours.

"I like you."

"Ah... I--" he's breathless, despite already seeing the confession coming. He's thankful the darkness is hiding his extremely flushed face, but he's unsure if you can hear how loud his heart is beating.

"I like you too."

You giggle lightly, squeezing his hand again, this time, a bit warmer. You feel him squeeze back, as you feel yourself starting to drift off to sleep.

"I know."

You're unaware of it, but as he hears your breathing relax and as your body naturally leans a bit more towards him, he's smiling at your form softly, planting a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Sleep tight."

Devilgram, the next morning

@ minimephisto : [img attached of you and mephisto sleeping, your head leaning against his chest, his head rested atop yours] my big brother and my favorite babysitter are so cute together! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♡

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mammoney : hey! what the hell! get that bastard away from my human!

lucifer : language, mammon. mephistopheles, i will deal with you myself.

asmobaby : awwww! look at those lovebirds ♡

stn : you're not helping, asmo

thank you for reading! my asks are also open if anyone would like to request something. ofc, there's no guarantee that i'll do it (haha) but i'd love to hear suggestions :>

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopheles x reader #obey me fanfic #obswd #obey me mephisto #obey me x mc

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blue-jisungs · 7 months

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after watching soobin's ig post i want someone to write a soobin hogwarts au

and I'd be so glad if that someone was you 😋

vanilla&citrus / coffe&lavender

author's note. OKAAY SLAY?? thank u sm hehe it means a lot !! i feel honoured 😌😌

au. hogwarts, duh + idiot best friends to lovers, mutual pinning🫡 + i wrote it with intention of ravenclaw reader but it’s never really mentioned so it can be read as any house reader ^_^

summary. you’re friends with soobin, a friendly but a bit confused hufflepuff ever since you stepped a foot in hogwarts. while trying to figure out what did he smell in an amortentia potion, he discovers he likes someone.

word count. +- 2127

you were sitting on the bench, next to taehyun, deep in your lecture. munching on some bertie bott’s flavour beans. the sound of beomgyu and yeonjun’s screams and screeches filling the peaceful silence.

“don’t eat this one” taehyun murmured when you grabbed a random bean. you shot him a curious look “we’ll leave it to soobin”

“how do you know it’s a bad taste?” you scoffed and looked up, looking at the gryffindor boy screaming and chasing after yeonjun for no reason.

“a gut feeling” he shrugged and his big eyes sparkled “kai and soobin are coming”

you looked down from the stands and noticed your friends entering the quidditch field. they looked so tiny from up here, like bowtruckles.

you managed to finish a chapter before they arrived to the top, where you were sitting. soobin was panting, cheeks flushed.

“why do you always have to pick the seat at the very top? there’s so much stairs” he grunted and sat next to you. you looked up and noticed his black and yellow tie was all over the place, loosened up and mere moments from untangling. you sighed and leaned forwards him, swiftly fixing it.

kai grinned, whereas your ravenclaw friend just rolled his eyes with annoyance.

“thanks. oh, beans! which lesson do we have next?” soobin smiled softly and leaned over, his head brushing against your shoulder as he picked a bunch of beans.

“potions” you hummed and exchanged amused looks with taehyun. bad flavour incoming in 3… 2…

“ugh i hate potions” soobin sighed and popped a couple of sweets into his mouth. you looked into his eyes as he leaned away. he chewed on them, nose scrunching up.

beomgyu and yeonjun flew up to you when suddenly soobin spat out the beans.

“ew!”

you all started laughing, the hufflepuff trying to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth. you patted his back in a comforting manner.

“poor soobin” you hummed and leaned your head on soobin’s, trying to hold your laugh. taehyun snickered, whispering something to kai.

being this close was nothing new, you and soobin constantly hugged and physical contact was common in your friendship. you could smell his hair, vanilla overtaking your nostrils. it sounded weird but you liked soobin’s smell – his hair usually smelled like vanilla but his skin was citrusy. maybe it was because of all the lemon tarts he loved so much or maybe because of the amount of citrus trees and plants in hufflepuff dorm.

“don’t tell me you plotted this! y/n!” he whined and smacked your arm.

“sorry!” you giggled and soobin scoffed. he didn’t mind, as long as he got to hear your cute laugh.

kai cleared his throat and stood up.

“can we go?”

“oh. sure!” soobin smiled, standing up gently too not to hurt you accidentally.

“need a ride, ma’am?” beomgyu offered you in a dramatically deep voice, chivalric manner.

soobin pouted and reached his hand out, to help you stand up.

“uh, no… i think i’ll pass” you smiled politely and grabbed soobin’s hand. not letting it go, you started walking down from the stands as yeonjun and beomgyu raced on their brooms.

you stared at the cauldron, heart thumping in your chest like crazy. snape gestured to come closer.

“so, um. what is it? i kinda spaced out” soobin nudged your arm, causing you to jerk in surprise.

“amortentia, mr choi” snape grunted, his gaze shifting to you and piercing your soul. it’s almost as if he knew “miss l/n, could you care to repeat to your friend what i just said?”

“well it’s a love potion, basically. the most powerful in the world. it causes a obsession in the drinker, for example for the first person they see after drinking it. and um… its smell is different for each person because it will have a scent like a thing… or a person you like” you mumbled shyly. the potions professor nodded.

“correct. we won’t be learning how to brew it yet but i want you all to take a whiff. what do you smell?”

the rest of the lesson passed with people sniffing the pearly-shining potion. when it was your turn, you weren’t surprised to find out it was citrusy, with a scent of vanilla. maybe a bit of caramel too? but it left no doubt that it was soobin.

beomgyu whined when you wouldn’t tell them and carried on about smelling chocolate and cologne – something that apparently smelled like himself. it did not, in fact. the closest beomgyu smelled like is grass and rain from all those days spent on a quidditch pitch. and smoke from setting things on fire.

“what about you, soobin?”

the hufflepuff boy shook his head.

“i don’t… i don’t know” he whined, adorable pout forming on his lips.

“what do you mean you don’t know?” yeonjun laughed, patting his back.

“it smells familiar but somehow i don’t recall it? i can smell coffee for sure but other than that… i don’t know” he huffed, crossing his arms.

your lips parted. is there someone soobin likes?

you send him a soft smile, trying to look amused. only taehyun could read the sadness glinting in your eyes.

soobin was miserable. all he could think of is why the scent of amortentia was so similar? the only smell he recognised was coffee because, hello, it’s coffee. everyone drinks it!

it’s not like he didn’t know the other fragrances. he knew he knew what are those but just couldn’t recognise them and separate from the strong coffee smell. it was almost like a word that you have on the tip of your tongue.

he sighed and entered the library, hoping to find you. he had enough of the boys’ loud chatter and awful jokes, he needed some peace and quiet. which you were. and with you, he could always allow himself to loosen up and be himself – even without speaking a word.

he noticed you’ve been acting weird too; you also didn’t tell them what you smelled. he brushed it off, guessing you just probably didn’t smell a thing and didn’t want to admit it.

walking further into the quiet room, already spotting you at one of the tables, he took a deep breath. he liked this smell, of books and leathers.

“hi” he mumbled, plopping down next to you. you hummed in acknowledgment he’s here.

“smelled anything similar today?” you asked, a bit tauntingly. ever since that potions lesson, he’d go and sniff around everything and everyone like a dog.

“no…” soobin’s voice died in his throat when you placed a book next to him. he sniffed it and his eyes went wide. that’s it.

you looked at him, amused. he opened the book and took a whiff of the old pages.

“that’s… this! this is the–“ the hufflepuff boy yelped in excitement, causing you to move a hand to cover his mouth. blush dusted his cheeks in embarrassment (and maybe because of the prolixity).

“that’s a nice smell, i have to agree. one of the reasons why i like spending time in the library” you hummed, taking your hand back. he liked it too.

“there is still something missing, though” he sighed, watching you use the dried lavender flower as a bookmark.

“so coffee, books and something else?” taehyun asks, playful smile dancing on his lips. obviously it’s you. anyone would have known that – not even because of the ridiculously well known fact you are addicted to coffee and spend half of your life in library. but also because you and soobin are so painfully blind to the fact that you have crushes on each other. the way your hands brush, the way you blush when soobin compliments you, the way he stutters when you fix his tie… so on, so on.

anybody, apparently, except soobin.

“it’s driving me insane” the hufflepuff boy whined and smacked his books against his forehead. taehyun was curious what’s the smell, though. something connected to your shampoo? or perfume? or something completely different?

“where’s y/n, by the way?” soobin asked, blinking slowly.

“she went to pick some flowers and give them to hagrid” taehyun hummed, recalling your excitement this morning. “should we go find her? maybe the rest is there”

soobin nodded eagerly and they went into the direction of hagrid’s hut. they could spot you, rummaging through purple flowers. taehyun said he’ll go straight to the keeper, to ask him for some tea. soobin called you and started going your way.

as he got closer, a pleasant smell filled his nostrils. the purple flowers tickled his legs, he placed his steps careful not to destroy them.

“oh, soobin! hi” you breathed out and turned around, a full bouquet of hand picked lavenders in your hands. your smile was so bright that it outshined the sun behind you and that’s when it hit him.

lavender. that was the smell.

“–because it smells horribly in his hut, seriously. so it’s kind of a cover to sneak some flowers, especially those since their scent–“ you babbled, reassuming to pick the flowers.

so coffee, books and lavender. it’s funny, now that he thought about it.

you like coffee. he remembered the time when he visited you during summer and since your family enjoys the warm liquid too, you had some coffee beans in the kitchen. you popped one or two into your mouth and laughed at his disgusted face. while offering him to do the same and handing him the beans, all he could remember was the delicious smell lingering in the kitchen.

and the books too! he realised it when he was in the library… with you.

and now lavender. which you also said is your favourite flower. duh, you even use a dried one that he picked for you as a bookmark–

oh.

“–bin?” you asked, the hufflepuff boy’s eyes going wide almost as if he saw an acromantula.

“you” he breathed out, blinking slowly

“yeah?” you frowned, tilting your head. he definitely didn’t listen.

“it’s you!” soobin gasped, leaving you flabbergasted.

“soob, is it about the beans thing? i’m sorry i left you all the bad flavoured ones but taehyun just has this seventh sense when it comes to the bad ones and we thought–“ you started and soobin suddenly stepped closer, taking a sharp and deep inhale “huh?”

“it’s definitely you. i smelled vanilla and coffee in amortentia. and books too but it wasn’t that strong so… i didn’t figure it out at first” he said, pink dusting his cheeks. you almost dropped all the flowers.

“you smelled me in amortentia?” you asked, throat going dry. if he smelled you then that means… he likes you?

“yeah, i guess! weird, huh?” he giggled, scratching his neck. slowly his smile dropped, almost audible gears turning in his head

“wha… soobin” you stepped closer, heart thumping so hard against your ribcage you thought it may jump out any second.

“y/n” he said goofily, eyes pacing around nervously. everywhere but your eyes.

“soobin, does that mean you like me?” you asked, noticing taehyun and hagrid in the distance.

“well, i like you so…” he shrugged.

“soobin”

it was more stern this time so he looked up, noticing your flustered cheeks and anxious gaze.

“i think? maybe? i never knew! i always prefer to be with you than with the guys, you’re so sweet and funny. and so smart it’s driving me crazy… and beautiful too but… it would be kinda awkward, wouldn’t it?” he started rambling when you suddenly grabbed his hand.

“soob, you dork. i smelled you in amortentia too. but the difference is that i have a crush on you for a while now. and you are driving me crazy too! with your stupid dimples and how clueless you are… and with your pretty eyes and…” you stopped, looking how his eyes widened even more “soobin?”

“you. you have a crush on me?” he stuttered, pointing at himself. as if there was another choi soobin.

“yes” you laughed, letting go of his hand. “if you don’t want anything happening between us, i’ll understand”

“are you crazy?!” he yelled out, causing you to frown “i could never ever dream of even going out with you and you think i’d deny it?”

“well…” you chuckled nervously. soobin stepped closer and placed a quick, shy peck on your lips. freezing in shock, you tightened the grip on the lavenders. the aroma of citrus and vanilla filled your nostrils pleasantly.

he pulled away, blinking in awe. he just did that.

“i… i wanna be yours. but please for the love of merlin, don’t feed me the bad flavoured beans” the hufflepuff boy mumbled, causing you to laugh out loud. oh, soobin.

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ikkosu · 11 days

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About mermaids hihi JUST FOR YA POOKIE

Lost light crash in the middle of the ocean, but they need to get out of there bc yeah they will rust slowly bc of salty water.

Your bot is alone in his crashing aera, but the aera is your home. So when they wake up, the first thing they see is a lil curious mermaid swimming around their form.

You notice their opened optics and starts poking at their nose.

When the bot move, you flee quickly, scared, but stays close. You bring them later some colorfull shells and fish, and try to make them eat.

The bot try gently to move you over so they can continue on their journee and try to get out of there (i headcanon them as being unable to swim because way too heavy).

"Shoo, little whatever-you-are, please, i have to find my crewmates"

But even with that you stay with them, very curious and playfull. You poke their nose, tug on their digit, brush their form with yours to discover more strange things. They are weird. But really funny.

"No, no tugging on my head chevron"

"Is that for me? Why, thank you (what am i gonna do with this?)"

"What- hey, that's my wheel! You're very curious are you, little cutie?"

Long story short, the bot manage to go back to the surface with a lot of rust on their frame, systems dammaged but they're still alive, and you remained by their side all the way out. So the bot learned to like you. And don't want to leave you here. They send an SOS signal and wait on the beach for anybot to save them. And there, surprise, you get out of the water (he has a spark attack because like, you need water ???) and they see your tail becoming legs (with scales, ur not skin naked lmao).

You just cuddle his servo or hips, not showing any signs you were gonna leave. Bring them food, shells, plenty of gifts and making a nest all around you two.

After some times, they understand that it's because they reciprocated your little games you were pulling on him, like special dances, giving each other food, mimicking some of your gestures, because you always seem so happy when they were doing so. Turns out it was a mating ritual. They're accidentally mated to you. You didn't even care he was not even organic.

Regrets? Not really. Just, we are not gonna show you to Brainstorm...

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I HOPE MY MERMAID TAKES ARE GOOD FOR U POOKIE 🙏🙏🙏

YOUR TAKES ARE VALID!! THATS SO CUTE OMG

The bots sinking in like seven feet down into the ocean because they crashed and having those itty mermaids flutter around them, poking their nose and curling around their neck, purring.

Rodimus would be the most active bot interacting with the mermaids. If it was Megatron, I'd doubt he'd prefer to mingle — but he doesn't mind the close proximity. A few rub of his digit on their small head or a small smile is all he could muster.

Nautica would ecstatic to see one! Blushing when one of the mers would nuzzle her neck (they find that spot strangely warm and the gentle vibration is a comfortable lull to sleep.) She also made a mental note of hiding the mers if Brainstorm were ever to find out....

Luckily, he's trapped in the debris. Along, with the others.

I can imagine the small group of mermaids would help to pull aside the chunks of metal. Trilling happily when they're rewarded with a prim tousle of their head. Rodimus had already gotten so attached to the little things.

Maybe, Magnus wouldn't mind if they were to stay here a few days...

"In the ocean?" He balks. "Out of the question. The salt is going to purge through our processors and turn our insides to rust! Do you want that to happen?''

Rodimus huffs.

...Or not.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #ikkoasks #rodimus x reader #mtmte rodimus x reader #nautica x reader #mtmte nautica x reader #megatron x reader #mtmte Megatron x reader #Ultra Magnus x reader #mtmte Ultra Magnus x reader

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nightssideblogofshame · 6 months

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Honestly, i respect the hell out of just how involved the game forces you to be with seeking mr eaten

Like, when i first started playing, i was having a good time, yknow? Then i discovered u could seek mr eaten, and like, im curious, of course im curious, but theres piles of warnings on that story and when i went to look it up as like, idk risk investigation, i found out that (spoilers btw) it would lose me my character, like my character would just be gone, idk how or why and i dont want to know without seeing it myself, but i knew my character would be for all practical purposes gone if i did it

And like, by this point i was already attached, yknow? I liked this character, i was doing my best, i was being a slut down in veilgarden and trying to become a master criminal on the side, i was having fun and way too emotionally attached to this character to sacrifice them, yknow

But the mystery, the intrigue, what in the name of the masters happened in the seeking mr eaten story???? I had to know

So what i did, was i made a seperate account, a sacrificial lamb, if you will, specifically to seek mr eaten with, i thought that id just dive directly into seeking mr eaten and like, kill off this character or condemn them or whatever horrid fate would happen to them, and I'd get to know the mr eaten story without risking my emotionally invested account, pretty standard strat in these kinds of risk storyline yknow, just make a throwaway to experience it with

Except! Except! That didn't work!

See, to seek mr eaten, you need high stats, you need resources, you need knowledge, you need a large variety of things that u just dont have and dont have the ability to get in the early game, i didnt get anywhere at all by trying to jump right in, my sacrificial lamb could not be sacrificed

So i start playing with her, and playing, and im choosing choices i didnt in my first go and focusing on stats i hadnt on my other account, and suddenly im invested in this character too, they arent a sacrificial lamb anymore, they came down to the neath to hunt down their nemesis, they were a mother whose child was murdered, she was ruthless and practical, cruel at points but not without reason, had a soft spot for children, i had like a whole mental storyline for her

And i went oh. Oh.

Fallen london absolutely forces you to get invested in your characters before youre allowed to seek mr eaten, they will not allow you to remain distant, the really extremely common strat that works in any other game to experience the 'bad route' by making a stupid trash character just wont work, is absolutely foiled!, by fallen london

Fallen london gives you a route it says will take everything from you, and then forces you to gather things to lose if you want to experience it, and i respect the hell out of that

#fallen london #like they say youre going to lose everything so they wont let you experience it until you have something to lose #they absolutely force u to experience the agony of the losses no matter fucking what #its incredible #seeking mr eaten's name

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taintedcigs · 1 year

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My request is more reader teasing dom Eddie until he breaks hehe

✦ SUCH A TEASE | e. munson x reader ✦

wc: 3.4k

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! p in v, dom/sub elements, dom!eddie, sub!reader, bj, or*l (both receiving), use of the nickname 'master' lmaoo, kind of a breeding kink??, praising, degradation (name-calling etc), mean!soft!eddie JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you tease dom!eddie to the point where he snaps and fcks u till u see the stars.

authors note: HERE U GO NONNIE!! hope i did ur request justice <33 also tthank u guys for getting my other hc to 2k notes!!! ily all, and i love this concept so i'd love to do more!! lmk if u want more like this or all ur requests and any of ur feedbacks pls send me an ask abt anything ily all <3

You had been teasing him all day, all fucking day, and you knew he would snap soon enough.

It started with you holding his gaze as you licked your ice cream, whining as it spilled all over your fingers, and you sucked your fingers, hollowing your cheeks while looking up innocently at him, but knowing your intentions were anything but.

You could feel him tense up, especially his pants tightened when you offered him your finger to try some of your ice cream, giggling innocently when his eyes darkened at your actions.

It got worse when you sat on his lap when the two of you were hanging out with Steve and Robin, Scoops Ahoy booth offered you enough space to sit on, but you preferred Eddie’s lap to make sure you could tease him beyond his point.

You giggled and shifted in your place, a lot, that Eddie kept clearing his throat to make you stop, but you paid no mind, keeping your movements, as you turned your attention to him. “Is everything okay, Eds?” You hummed sweetly, your eyes were soft as you hid your smirk, and his gaze was intense, you knew you were getting to him.

He couldn’t hold his reactions when you kept rubbing on him, and he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear when you started soaking him through his pants, his mind went blank after that, he needed to get you home, as soon as possible, so he could fuck the brat out of you.

He almost groaned when you shifted your ass against his cock, still taking kitten licks from the ice cream and acting as if you couldn’t feel the way his hard cock was pressing up against your folds and your ass, you just giggled, turning your attention to Steve and Robin.

But Eddie was really close to losing it, he couldn’t handle your teasing anymore, and he was getting annoyed with your bratty attitude, he needed to teach you a lesson, and he needed to do it now.

His breaking point wasn’t when you bent down extra low to pick up something you had dropped, giving Eddie a full view of your ass and your pussy, and he looked around to make sure no one had seen what he just saw, he started stuttering when he cleared his throat, you were going way out of line and he was ready to drag you home.

So when he harshly pulled you back to sit on his lap, you gasped innocently, “You okay, Eds?” You murmured sweetly, giving him doe eyes as your hands rested on his face.

He knew what you were up to, and he would make sure you would get punished for this, so his gaze was dark and filled with lust as he just murmured. “Wait till we get home, sweets.” And you could feel your thighs dampening with the excitement of what he would do to you.

A few moments passed after your last teasing and you knew Eddie needed that final little push to drag your ass back to his trailer and fuck you into oblivion.

You hid your smirk when the idea popped into your head, Eddie just slowly eyed you as he did this entire day, he was curious about what you were about to do next.

“Stevie, what flavor is your ice cream?” You hummed sweetly, gazing up at Steve and Eddie’s grip on you tightens with just the nickname of ‘Stevie’ alone, you know you have him right where you wanted.

“Mint Chocolate Chip.” Steve almost stutters over his words when you’re giving him those eyes, he knows you are Eddie’s girl but he also knows how gorgeous you are, and he can’t help but be flustered.

Eddie’s gaze is more than intense as he gives Steve deathly stares. “Mmmm, I love mint chocolate chip.” You giggle, but you make sure to rub your ass further in Eddie’s hard-on, which earns you a little slap on your thighs from Eddie, who is telling you that you are trying his luck.

You still pay no mind, as Steve offers you his ice cream, you nod excitedly, but as Steve is about to hand you his cup, you offer something that you know will drive Eddie crazy.

“Nooo…” You whine, Eddie’s grip on your waist is so tight that the pain brings you pleasure now. “Can you feed it to me, Stevie?” You bat your eyelashes at him on purpose, and Steve is left stunned, he blinks twice to make sure, and he gulps as he tries to hand you a spoon of ice cream.

Eddie grip tightens further and the look he is giving Steve could kill him. “Alright, Stevie boy.” His voice is louder than before and you almost flinch, and Steve stands frozen. “Don’t you two have some work to do, you know considering all of those customers.” Eddie points towards people who are impatiently waiting.

“Oh, shit.” Robin and Steve curse at the same time as they quickly get up. “You two work whatever it is you got going on.” Robin almost chuckles as she points between the two of you. “And Steve stop flirting with Y/N, let’s goo…” She drags Steve out before he can respond to what she just said.

Robin’s words alone make Eddie’s jaw clench, he knows what you are doing is on purpose, to get him to fill you to the brim, make you cum till you see the stars. But Steve flirting back makes him want to fuck you right on this booth as you repeat Eddie’s name like a mantra, he wants you to tell Steve, that you are Eddie’s and his only. He wants Steve to see when you cry out on his cock, begging for more, begging to cum.

He stands up suddenly, after gently pushing you to aside, even when he’s supposed to be angry at you, he can’t help but be gentle with you.

“We’re going.” He announces a little loudly, and you gulp, knowing that you got him right where you wanted.

He doesn’t turn back to face you when he gets to his car. The ride is silent and you do your best to suck up to him, to make sure he doesn’t edge you too far today. “Your hair looks good, Eds.” You murmur expecting him to at least reply with a grunted “Thanks.” But he doesn’t he just gives you a harsh look and then focuses back on the road.

You pout as you try to keep complimenting him, but he never replies, growing frustrated you huff again.

Then, you know something that will get his attention again, you hum quietly as your hand makes its way toward Eddie’s pants, at first, he doesn’t even give you a glance, his eyes are on the road, and you start rubbing his bulge through his pants, and you swear you hear him groan a few times, but then you slip your hands inside of his pants, getting past the way of his boxers, and when your soft hands gently rub his hard cock, he utters his first words.

“Y/N.” His voice is stern, he turns his attention to you and you continue pouting at him. “Hmm?” You hum gently, and pick up your pace as you give his cock a few jerks, swiping the pre-cum on his red tip. He hisses. “Stop with the fucking teasing, Y/N.” He turns his attention to you, his beautiful brown eyes are fully darkened, and you can feel yourself growing wetter just at the thought.

Without saying anything you suddenly bent over to his side, lowering his pants more to get better access to his aching cock, your mouth almost waters at the sight, without thinking you take his thick cock into your mouth, and Eddie curses, groans leaving his lips.

“Shit, Y/N, yes princess, you’re doing so good.” He praises as he holds down your hair, he’s still making sure that you’ll get the punishment you deserve when you go back to his trailer, but he’s enjoying you sucking him off to make sure he will make you cum later.

Your mouth takes him all in as you hollow your cheeks, looking up at him. Eddie’s trying his best to focus on the road, making sure he got to the trailer as fast as possible, but he can’t help but enjoy the idea of you wanting his cock, anywhere and everywhere.

“Fuck, sweets. Do you think that little stunt of yours back there would go unpunished when you gave me head? No, princess. No fucking way.” His tone is as intense as his gaze, you bat your eyelashes at him further, still trying to take all of him in your mouth.

He groans again but shakes his head, signaling you that your punishment would end up in him edging you for hours.

When he pulls up to his trailer, you are still salivating on his cock, making sure you had all of him. It kills him to tell you to stop, but he does. And his tone is so serious that you nod eagerly, giving it a few kitten licks before you quietly huff, wanting to be filled by his cock always.

He guides you to the house once again, his cold demeanor returning as you follow him inside like a little puppy. He slams the door shut after you enter, and pins you against the door, making your insides explode from excitement.

“What you did back there have some consequences, you know that don’t you, sweetheart?” His voice is low now and you nod quickly, enjoying the way his figure crashed against yours.

“’M sorry, Eds.” You murmur looking up at him apologetically. He just tsks, and cups your cheeks with his rough hands, the coldness of his rings making you more excited.

“Baby, sorry isn’t going to cut it this time.” His voice was icy as he crashed his lips onto yours, and you whined into the kiss, the way his lips explored yours made you tingly.

“Gonna fuck you so hard that all you’ll be thinking about is how good my huge cock is milking your tight cunt, doll.” You whined. “You want that, doll? You wanna be my little cock slut, hmm?” He hummed, a devilish grin forming on his face.

“Please, please Eds, need you so badly…” You whined again and he chuckled, moving to kissing your neck, nibbling, biting, as he was sure to mark you.

His hands make their way to your blouse, he groans as he feels your perky tits perfectly, realizing that you have no bra, either. “Take all of this off.” His voice is demanding and you’re more than happy to oblige as you take your blouse off in a swift motion. Eddie takes his time, slowly rubbing them, pinching your nipples to make you gasp. He smirks as he realizes the effects he has on you.

He rips your skirt suddenly making you gasp again. “The whole skirt thing was genius, I could barely hold myself not to fuck you on that booth where that Stevie fucker could see, see who really owned this cunt.” You whined at his words, practically dripping down your thighs.

Eddie’s hands made their way over your thighs, teasing you as he leaned down to kiss and trace each part of your thighs, always getting close to your pussy but never actually fully touching it.

“Eds…” You whine wanting more. He smirks into your thighs, still placing sloppy kisses. “Hmm, sweetheart?” He mumbles. “More please, more…” Your voice is pleading. “I don’t think you earned that by flirting with Stevie.” He air-quoted the nickname, and you pouted.

“Aww… does my little slut want my cock, hmm?” He mocked you, but you nodded pleadingly. “What do you want, sweets? You want my mouth?” He questions, now his hands are toying with your clit, as he nibbles on your thighs. You nod eagerly, “Please…”

He pinched your clit, giving it a few licks, and you whimpered just at the sensation, and now Eddie had you wrapped around his finger, you were soaking and wanted nothing more than Eddie.

“Does that feel good, angel?” You nodded squeezing your eyes shut, you wanted more of him. “I need you, Eds. Only you.” You mumbled and he grinned. “Please, I need your mouth, then I need you to fuck me, need your huge cock inside of me, only you, Eds.” Your words were like music to his ears, he was ready to give you anything you needed because he wouldn’t let you cum at the end.

You moaned loudly as Eddie buried his head between your legs, his hand still toying with your clit.

He started sucking on your clit, humming softly at the way your pretty pussy tasted. He had missed you, and he had missed the way your tight little cunt tasted.

You whimpered under his touch, the way his tongue worked wonders. “S’good, s’good, thank you, Eds.” You mumbled and he looked up to see your fucked out face, he felt glorious.

He kept teasing your cunt, sucking and licking your clit as you couldn’t handle it, your legs were starting to tremble and both of you knew you were about to come. When you let out a broken moan, he knew you were getting close, so he immediately stopped his movements.

You whined loudly, pleading for him to fuck you with his cock, or continue with his mouth, you were a blabbering mess, crying out for more as he watched you amusingly. “My dirty little slut wants my cock fillin’ her up?” He asked.

“Please, master, please…” You cried out, wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim. He finally gave you what you wanted, dragging his cock through your wet folds, which made you groan loudly. You wanted him, thrusting into you until you see the stars.

With your begging, he pushed into you without a warning, you gasped at the feeling and then your gasps turned into pretty moans, and Eddie swears he’s in heaven. “That’s right, doll. Speak up.” He holds your chin up as your thighs hold onto his back tighter.

“Needed you, Eds… Needed that huge cock fillin’ me up.” You whimper and he groans at your words, happy that you’re being a good girl again. “Such a good girl, hmm? Takin’ my cock so well.” He praises.

“Fuck, baby, your tight little cunt feels s’good.” He grunted and he nibbled on your neck, his next thrusts hitting your sweet spot as you moan loudly. “Please… please faster, Eds.” You beg, and Eddie’s pace is agonizingly slow now. “Pleaseee…” You whine but he just shakes his head.

You try your best to move and create more friction, but Eddie holds you in your place, giving you a stern look. “Please, master, please.” You whine, almost crying as Eddie mocks you.

“Hmm, are you crying, doll? After all that shit you pulled, I’m giving you what you want but my little crybaby is still crying?” He pouts mockingly, and you sniffle a bit, wanting to be stuffed by Eddie’s cock fully, while he is thrusting into you as deep as possible.

“Please, master, need to be filled by your huge cock.” You beg, and Eddie loves the way the word ‘master’ rolls off your lips, he gives you a quick peck on your lips as he pushes deeper inside of you, hitting that one spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Eds, so good, thank you, Eddie.” You murmur sweetly and he grins.

“Would Stevie be able to fuck you this good, sweetheart?” He mocked, and you shook your head quickly. “No- no, never. Only you, Eds.” You look at him proudly, but you were a pleading mess.

“Then tell me, princess, who do you belong to?” His voice was dark and he was going faster now, the way his cock stretched your cunt had your lips trembling, you were getting closer, especially after the way Eddie teased you with his plump lips.

“You, Eddie. I belong to you…” You babbled sweetly, still so cockdrunk. He gave you a smirk, “Is my little cock slut close, huh? Can feel your tight cunt squeezing me, you gonna come for me, sweets?” You nodded eagerly, which made Eddie chuckle.

“Not so fast sweetheart, the way you were all over Stevie today doesn’t make you seem like such a good girl.” He mocked as he held your cheeks between his fingers, his cold rings were always a nice addition.

“I’m a good girl.” You protested but he shook his head. “I promise! Eds, I only want you, and I belong to you, I don’t want anyone else.” You pleaded, your eyes were soft and glimmery as they rested on Eddie’s harsh gaze.

He didn’t answer as he filled you further, inch by inch, thrusting at a fast pace. “S’fucking tight for me angel…” He murmured.

“Please, Eds.” You murmured, your cunt clamping on his cock harder than before, and he knows you are really going to cum. He tssks, “No coming until I say so, my bratty baby.” He disapproves and you huff.

“’M sorry for today, Eds! Won’t happen again, I promise, I just wanted your cock- I just wanted you inside of me!” You whined and Eddie’s gaze was more sympathetic now. He gave you a harsh kiss on your lips, tasting you once again.

“Such a dumb little cock slut, doing everything to try to get my attention just so that I will fuck this tight little cunt, just so that I can make you cum more and more, hmm?” You nod eagerly.

“Yes, please, Eds, please…” You whined again. “’M sorry, I won’t tease you again, I promise.” You begged, as Eddie’s thrusting in and out of you was getting you closer to the edge, your sorry’s had now become a blabbering mess, and Eddie wanted to see your pretty face when you came.

“Won’t be a little brat anymore, I promise.” You pouted again.

“Next time, you just ask nicely, won’t you princess?” He asked as you hummed, nodding eagerly. “I will, master, please, just let me cum.” You begged.

And he chuckled, enjoying the way you begged him to let you cum around his cock. Eddie buried himself inside of you, getting as close as possible so he could feel every inch inside of you. He groaned as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, he can feel the way you squeeze around him, you wait for him to finally let you release.

“Cum for me, angel, cream my cock.” His dirty words are enough to get you over the edge, you come as your legs tremble, and your lips let out a long whine as you make a mess on your thighs.

Your whimpers alone are enough to make him spill over the edge, but what makes him finally release his sticky warm load into you is when your cunt starts to convulse around his cock, as you praise him with how good he was, and that you only belonged to him and him only.

He releases his warm seed into you. “Fuck, angel, take it all. Take all of my fucking cum like a good girl.” He grunts as his movements slowly start to fade away, you can feel his cock pumping into your awaiting cunt, making you feel full, so full of his cum that you feel content.

“There you go, my pretty little girl is taking me so well.” He hums as he tries to even his breathing.

Not even a second later, the two of you try to come down from your highs, but Eddie slowly carries you to the couch, and you gasp as he does so, he never exits outside of your cunt, as his now soft cock rests inside of you.

With a few whines, you try to create some friction, but Eddie harshly holds your hips in place, and you groan as his cock hardens and sinks fully against you, you huff.

“Need more.” You mumble but Eddie just mocks you, holding you tighter when you try to move. “You didn’t think you could get away with flirting Stevie with just that, did you princess?” He grinned and you pouted.

“Need you to move, Eds. Please…” You gave him your prettiest eyes but he wasn’t falling for it. He shook his head. “You’re just going to sit still, princess. And not move until I say so.” He demanded and you nodded, sighing, waiting for Eddie to fuck you into oblivion again as his hard cock filled you to the brim.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #dom!eddie munson #stranger things imagine

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pix3lplays · 9 months

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Ok since my other ask got eaten by Tumblr I'll write it again (screw u tumblrrr I'm gonna eat u for eating asks)

Dan Feng IL purposely "making" a Vidyadhara child using his DNA. We all know canonically Vidyadharas can't have an offspring, but Dan Feng was desperate for one. He conducts many illegal experiment to produce one offspring of Vidyadhara of his own.

He was beyond thrilled when he succeed, but then realize there's no way he can possibly bring his child to the outside world since she's literally a replica of himself in any way, only slightly different horn color.

But when shit goes down, when he resorts to giving immortality to Yingxing and both of them get banished from Luofu, he has no choice but to leave his daughter behind.

She was being left there in Dan Feng's basement for who knows how long until Jing Yuan finds her.

Jing Yuan took pity on the poor kid and took her under his wings so she won't be used for other experiments.

But because she's a 'product', she 'reset' way faster than normal Vidyadhara (I'd say she reset every 200-300 years instead of 700).

Imagine Dan Heng's reaction knowing this fact. Jing Yuan probably asked him if he wanted to take her, since it would be safer for her anyways to be in Astral Express instead of Xianzhou.

Dan Heng probably wanted to refuse, but he can't since technically he's her father. She's just another victim of Dan Feng's shenanigans 😔.

Especially if Dan Heng is already in a relationship with the reader, imagine him trying to explain to everyone.

Do you mind making the astral express crew reaction to the kid? If somehow Dan Heng brought her back lol. You don't need to do it right away btw, since you are still playing sea of stars.

I will do this now because I feel bad I missed it because it got eaten!

And because you wrote out such an interesting idea TWICE to me (so sorry you had to do that) I will make an exception and write Himeko and March for you! (I don’t write the female characters)

Anyways, let’s get to it!

-The Astral Express Crew’s Reaction to Dan Feng’s daughter joining the crew-

Dan Heng and reader: well. You’re certainly surprised to find out that, in a way, your boyfriend has a daughter. So that kinda makes her your daughter now too right? Dan Heng was expecting you to be more hesitant when he introduced Dan Feng’s daughter to you, but you welcomed her with open arms. She was family to you. Dan Heng is hesitant about this whole situation, but he didn’t see a choice. He had to take her. And maybe with time he’ll end up being a good father to her.

Welt Yang: he’s welcoming but cautious. Who knows what kind of life she lived with Dan Feng, and what that did to her. Welt wants her to be able to live a good life, of course, though he’s careful around her. He wants to make sure she’s influenced in a Positive way now that her life is back on track, in a way.

Himeko: you know Himeko…I have no doubt in my mind that she’s very welcoming to having Dan Feng’s child join the express. She is warm and friendly with the girl, and almost like a mother figure to her. (Who am I kidding? She’s Definitely a mother figure to her).

Trailblazer: The Trailblazer is very curious about their new companion. I think the Trailblazer would be very welcoming, but sure to be careful around the daughter of Dan Feng.

March 7th: March is SO excited! For her, it’s like getting a new little sister!! The two hang out a Lot, and they became fast friends, and Dan Heng is relieved that his daughter found someone she could be close to…

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail spoilers #Dan heng #Dan Heng x reader #Hsr Dan Heng x reader #honkai star rail Dan Heng x reader

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socstudies · 9 months

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Hi, as someone who is going to be in their first year of college this fall, I'm curious about the note taking part

Is physical or digital note taking easier?

Is spending money on a laptop nessesary?

What is something you wish you would've done differently during your first year?

Do you have any advice?

If by any chance you see this, your blog and your aesthetic are amazing!

I'm wishing you a wonderful day/night.

If you do decide to reply, thank you in advance <3

helloo! sorry for the late reply & thank u for the ask! :)

ive tried both and i think i prefer handwritten notes, however they both have their pros and cons:

handwritten pros

proven to be better for retaining information

can't get distracted by other tabs

lighter to carry

costs less than a laptop

i've had some classes where we weren't allowed to use laptops so it's good to already be used to taking notes this way

cons:

much slower. sometimes i find im missing stuff and i have to go back to it at the end

have to print out diagrams etc if u want to include them

could possibly lose them, spill something etc

not enough space on desk for both laptop and notebook so u can't get slides up or google something

digital pros:

much quicker

easier to organise & pull up different notes at any time - u don't need to carry around or find older notebooks to be able to study or refer back to past classes

some people make notes directly onto the slides which u would have to print out if u wanted to do by hand

can also use for research and writing essays which u will need a computer for at some point so might as well do everything in one place

cons:

expensive

more stressful if u lose or break it

if u forget to charge it and u don't have paper .......

this upcoming year, im using a combination. most of the time i'll handwrite my notes, but for classes where they talk too quickly i'll type them (it's not worth the stress & extra time having to go back to recordings after). my notes for readings will be annotated straight onto the pdf. i'll be taking pictures of notes to put them all together.

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unfortunately, i think it is because you'll need computer access to research and write ur essays, as well as to find course information etc. HOWEVER some universities (most?) have laptops that u can borrow and computers in the library, so if u know that you'll be motivated enough to get up and do all of ur work on campus, you could save this cost - bare in mind when u move off campus after first year it might be even harder. definitely look into this if cost is an issue for you! it doesn't need to be a fancy one if u do buy a laptop though, just remember u'll be carrying it around so don't get a super heavy one!

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as for something i wish i'd done differently: as a sociology student, none of my classes have exams where i have to memorise things, instead it's all essay based. this led me to not 'study' i guess ??? like the stuff that i wrote my essays on, i knew like the back of my hand, but everything else i couldn't remember well. so if ur taking an essay based subject, remember that u still need to study a little & remember these things !! i was so overwhelmed tbh that i forgot about this oopsie!

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extra advice:

when people say that after u skip one class, u'll skip the rest THEY. MEAN. IT. literally try so hard not to miss class bc you will never go again if u do. my classes would start off with not enough seats for everybody and end up with just a handful of us by the end of term.....

make time for urself !! it can become all consuming, especially if u live on campus, but pls make some dedicated time away from studying !!

u will find ur friends eventually. pls remember that it won't last or be that fun if u stick with friends who u don't have that much in common with just bc they were the first u met. tell me why i was going to bars and clubs with people in first term bc that;s what they wanted to do ????? it's ok to move onto different people bc u will eventually get tired of doing these things u don't like just to be able to hang out with people !! now i go to bookstores and cafes with my new friends and i love it!! don't settle !!

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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hello!! Ü

i stumbled upon your blog *today* and have probably read, devoured, and inhaled every single poly fic you have! 😭 they're too good!! feysand and rowaelin especially. i could cry. so badly want to live in those worlds you create!!! so special and so cozy and so REAL agh it kills me

i see that you've been absolutely cranking out writing pieces and dont wanna add any pressure to ya! just curious if you'd be interested in writing another poly/feysand-and/or-rowaelin where f!reader and feyre/aelin are having a drunken wine night and rhys/rowan walks in on them 😇 ???

im imagining lots of drunk giggles and the girls being extremely touchy/needy when tipsy ((:

thank you so much! you're amazing!! thank you for blessing us with ur words, u goddess

fae wine

Rowaelin x Reader

Summary: Aelin and reader discover an old bottle of wine.

Warnings: drinking, not proofread

A/N: you are SO sweet and kind thank you so much! honestly I'd give a ridiculous amount to go drinking with Aelin. did I finish writing this with a glass of wine at 5 a.m.? I absolutely did

Aelin found an old bottle of wine. A very old one. At least 200-300 years old, the date mostly rubbed out, and no idea how strong it actually would be. Still, neither of you could resist the temptation. You knew it wasn’t poisoned, you’d be able to sniff that out, and Aelin always tested. Fenrys walked in after you each had a glass or two, and were already well on your way to drunk.

“Where’s the other bottles?” He frowned, looking at your state. Both of you, being northerners, could drink most people under the table. You pointed to the dark bottle on the side table.

“Just that one,” you grinned.

He eyed both of you cautiously, stalking over towards the bottle. Apparently, being old as dirt he recognized it and his eyes glinted in amusement. “Fae wine,” he announced as if he’d solved some great puzzle.

Aelin snatched it out of his hands, filling up your glasses again. “It’s delicious.”

After she’d finished, Fenrys stole it back and poured himself a tall glass before either of you could protest.

Eventually, you gave up the glasses, and passed it back and forth between the two of you - keeping it out of Fenrys’s reach.

“Why aren’t you sharing?” You could see he was fighting a pout.

“Grapes are poisonous to dogs.” Aelin drawled. It was an absolutely horrible joke, but the two of you broke out into laughter. You saw the amusement in the male’s eyes, even as he tried to keep a stoic mask.

“Is there any more?” You asked Aelin, swirling the empty bottle, barely gripping it by its neck. It nearly dropped from between your fingers before Fenrys caught it, carefully placing it on the coffee table, and out of your reaches. You felt the small draft flow through the room, and heard the quiet opening of the door.

“I think you two have had enough.” He heard Fenrys drawl. The male gave him a look as if to say ‘they’re you’re problem now.’ He ignored him as he darted out the door, leaving him with Aelin and you.

Aelin lounged across the couch, her head in your lap. You were trying to braid her hair - only making a mess of it. He could smell the wine leaking from both of you, and spotted the empty bottle on the table. Only one bottle.

“Where are the others?” The two of you, together, could drink half of the bane under the table.

“Rowan,” Aelin almost screamed, as if she’d just registered his presence.

“That’s the bottle,” you pointed towards the one he’d seen. He nearly rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” he said patiently, “where are the others?”

“That’s it.” A goofy grin filled your face, and he couldn’t hide how his lips turned up at the corners, seeing both of you relaxed and care-free.

He sniffed the bottle. Fae wine. That explains a lot.

Aelin shot you a glance as Rowan was distracted inspecting the bottle. Fussy Buzzard. Tackle him? Her eyes glinted.

You gave a small nod and you both crept to your feet. It didn’t work as planned as you both crashed into him from either side. But, you did manage to knock him slightly off balance. Your arms locked around him, pinning his arms to his sides. He could easily shake them off if he wanted to.

“I missed you too.” He murmured instead, wiggling his arms out to pull each of them closer to his chest.

Aelin reached up and pinched one cheek. He nipped at her hand, but she pulled her fingers back quickly, laughing at him. You pinched the other one, but he caught your wrist, lowering it back down to your side. You gave him a sheepish smile, and pinched his side instead. He didn’t move or flinch and you frowned. Right, not ticklish. Your disappointment must’ve amused him, because a small chuckle escaped his lips.

Aelin wiggled out of his grasp, dragging you with her. “We’re going to find another,” she yelled over her shoulder, heading towards the door. A shield of wind blocked the exit.

“I think you’ve had enough,” he mused, and was met with twin glares.

#throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader #poly!rowaelin #rowaelin x reader #rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x reader #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader

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thekidsarentalright · 19 days

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Idk if you have talked about this (you probably already did) but I'm just curious, in your opinion what is the kids aren't alright about? Have you done any analysis on the song?

i probably Have analyzed it but i can't find it and its been so long so. will Happily ramble here about what i think its about <3 tbh this is the most beautiful ask i could ever get thank u <3

since you asked what i think tkaa is about, i'm not gonna do this in the normal way i analyze songs, which is a more line-by-line style to paint a picture of the whole story of the song, but instead just wanna like. ramble fksjdnf about it and what it means to me

i think the entire meaning of the song can be summed up by the line, "and in the end, i'd do it all again / i think you're my best friend", which really is to mean that i think that the overarching theme of the song is that life can be worth repeating and going through again for the people that you go through it with. connection and relationships give life incredible meaning, even with the bad things, even with sorrow and darkness, love makes it worth it- i'm yours, when it rains it pours, stay thirsty like before, as the song goes. when the storm comes, as the rain starts pouring and destruction closes in on you, wouldn't it be more comforting to have somebody beside you? facing the chaos with their hands in yours? wouldn't it be worth going through the storm again (stay thirsty like before) just to have those moments with the people you love?

and normally when i analyze songs, i very much try to stay away from analyzing them in a way that is very personal to pete/the members of the band just because... i don't wanna be presumptive! but, this song feels like one of the few that i Can't look at separate from pete and the band. no song feels more like a love letter to the band, and even to the fans, than the kids aren't alright. this band has known each other for over half their lives, they have been best friends and brothers for longer than they haven't been. every up and down each of them have gone through since they met each other, they have gone through together, they have seen their darkest sides and deepest depressions and through it all have Still chosen to love each other and stick together. as the rain has come and poured on them, as the storm that is life shipwrecked the band and sent them stranded in seemingly opposite directions, the love remained. the found each other again, because they were willing to do it all again for each other. their love and friendship is the purest embodiment of the song, and is the thesis of fall out boy as a band, to me. even through destruction and overbearing egos and inner turmoil each of them were experiencing that we are likely to never know the depths of- they Chose that their bonds were worth it, their bonds made life worth living and fighting for.

i feel that spirit, that life is worth fighting for if you have someone/something you love to Live for, is perfectly encapsulated by the lyrics, "and it's our time now if you want it to be / maul the world like the carnival bear set free"- if you want, life is ours for the taking regardless of the rest of the world. carnival bears were often mistreated and repressed, beaten down for acting in their nature, if one were set free they would finally truly be Free to be how they wish to be. in the context of the song, because we have each other, we can take the world on how We want, we can be who We want to be, Together. This is also something that i think is the thesis of fall out boy- the band of underdogs for underdogs, fighting for a space in the world to be safe and express themselves how they want to, and because they've found each other and an audience that Understands them, they can maul the world like the carnival bear set free. they are mauling the world, with every song released and show performed, they're taking on the world on their terms as a united band of best friends. and with their fans behind them, that spirit is embodied tenfold, making this song not only feel like a song for the band, about the band, but Also about the fans and for the fans.

before coming to any sweeping conclusion, i wanna talk about the bridge, because i feel like it is the last piece that does fully show what i think the song is about in totality. The bridge goes, "sometimes i just want to sit around and gaze at my shoes / and let your dirty sadness fill me up just like a balloon"- other than the carnival bear line, i believe this might be my favorite lyric of the song (which is saying a lot in a song of banger after banger line), as i feel the imagery it paints is just so heartaching and melancholy in such a beautiful way. there's a lot here in these lyrics, from how in the genius annotations pete annotated this line with a still of someone's shoes and a bunch of guitar pedals on the ground- something he would no doubt gaze down at when gazing down at his shoes while recording or performing, hammering home the meaning of this song being about/for the band and the fans. they share their sadness with each other, with the fans (to an extent), and the fans share their sadness back- music is always a reminder of the bond we all share in our heaviest moments, as is the guitar pedals being present when gazing down at your shoes in sorrow or guilt. another point i want to make is about "gaze at my shoes" perhaps being a play on words about "shoegaze" as a genre of music defined by guitar distortion and effects and a dreamy/ethereal feel- connecting the picture, the lyrics, the meaning of the band and fans always being there and music being a connection between us all, in a way. essentially, i feel this lyric is just a very melancholy, beautiful way to say sometimes its very easy to just wallow in your feelings, but having somebody with you to help take on your sadness, having these connections and these bonds, can make it lighter.

to try and find a way to summarize it, i really do just think the kids aren't alright is about love. in its purest form, it's about love. loving other people enough to live for them, finding the bonds and connections that give meaning to a meaningless existence, allowing yourself to feel pain in equal measure with pleasure. these are things that make life what it is, without these things life would be numb, meaningless nothingness. in the purest way, i believe the kids aren't alright is about what it is to be human and to love with reckless abandon, to be free to be and feel and love even if pain is present. Because pain doesn't diminish the love or light you can experience in life, and allowing yourself to believe anything less is to deny yourself a instrumental piece of the human experience.

#i truthfully did not mean to ramble this much but i simply cannot overstate how much this song means to me and how important it is #like it is my ethos as a human being it is my guiding light it is everything to me and putting it into words is!!!!! very important to me #anyways. thanks again for sending this writing this all out was a joy <3 #asks #anon #analysis.txt

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