#legendary thighs are my fav

[readychilledwine]

why do you like thighs so much?

I think dear anon, the question actually is, why don't you like thighs as much as I do? And the answer is a kind, my preferences are different than yours.

I just love thighs. Thick thighs on women, smooth thighs on women. Thighs with stretch marks. Thighs with cellulite. Muscular man thighs. Toned thighs. Thigh gaps, mermaid thighs. Rugby player thighs (they have THE BEST thighs.)

I just really love thighs. Some girls are arms girls, some are shoulder girls, and I'm a thigh girl. 🥴

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 27-30 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

I make these notes as I work on an episode, however, people have been so attentive and observant with their comments that I started a tag fragments feedback where we dive even deeper into themes and interactions in the comic. These comments are a blessing, often pointing out things that my own brain doesn't register.

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

Episode 27 begins with a chat about the original weapons that are merely a stylish-looking convenience for them ic and for me ooc, so that I don't have to draw them lugging their weapons around.

Essentia's just a name for Vivi's spear, not like the whole concept. I introduced it around the beginning of the ShB arc. Alisaie's weapons have no name yet, there's a possibility to do something cute referring to twins.. I shall think of it :3c

Look at this child being all smug for having been able to help recreating something previously thought unique, and, um, flirting.. In her own way.....

Vivi be like, sigh, "ah, back on her bs already... Better indulge her while she's still in a nice mood".

Alisaie's left arm's stronger than both Vivi's. As a dragoon he doesn't only use magic to amplify his jumps, if it works on legs, why not extend it to arms as well? Not unlike what monks do, minus the actual physical training. Basically he cheats with magic in real fights. A casual friendly duel isn't worth expending aether, so he only relies on his actual strength :'>

He also can't do friendly duels because his Echo only telegraphs hostile attacks. A friend would stop before his blade cuts him, so Vivi's kinda blind, only relying on his own average skill. A legendary hero that's no fun to spar with if you're remotely competent.

..Which has no negative effect on Exarch's fanboyism.

Several people said they look forward to said sparring session, and I felt like I failed them because I had no plans to follow through with this. Then I thought some more.. Do we mean every little thing we say or think? Sometimes it's just distracted nonsense. If every action and word were hooks/setups for the story, it'd feel artificial. This's just my opinion, but some scenes have to have idle chatter and musings for realism.

Vivi and Alphi look like door-to-door salesmen, yet the Chais are buying multiples of whatever they sell.

This's a looooooongg post, under the cut we go~

A random thing that thematically belongs here, but didn't make it in the comic: Vivi ended up being more freaked out by Eulmore than Amh Araeng.

Feo "privacy breach" Ul :> They greet each other so casually that it's clear, this's far from being the first time.

One of my personal fav panels so far. People loved the "crystal mystel" so much but I can't take credit for that! My brain's full of soup that's a mix of everything canon and my own generous additions, but I THINK one of the pixies calls him that ingame, sometime post 5.0.

You probably didn't know that you needed more Exarch and Feo Ul interactions till now, I've got you covered. Their scenes will take time to trickle in, but they EXIST and go back as far as their first meeting.

Exactly what happened.

One more episode where Vivi doesn't utter a word, but it doesn't feel like that.

Tank!Exarch fanclub, +1 member. Vivi's pleasantly surprised by the sudden shift in Exarch's demeanor. He genuinely admires him here. "Lead me anywhere daddy".

Ready for a guild wars 1 (one!) joke? No? I'm making it anyway. Lyna casts gaze of contempt (effect: removes enchantments on target foe)

She's such a good daughter with great intuition. She feels uneasy about this way before Vivi feels anything at all. He just looks. Perceives. He has eyes, dammit! And Exarch has those stupid sexy sandals and shiny crystal arm and stylish flowy robes and he's generally kinda cool? It's official, it has begun: Vivi's attracted to Exarch here.

Zooming in super close to bring your attention to his thigh gap <w<

A closeup for the hell of it C: His eyes have a natural faint glow that's just there, it doesn't mean anything, like, genuinely.

Vivi tries to appease Lyna. He has no idea why she keeps glaring at him, probably still not trusting a stranger. He uses his charm as a casual manipulation. Unfortunately, Lyna falls for it. For now.

As per msq, Exarch's kneeling, not collapsing (although that would've been just as fitting tbh). While still not trusting him too much, Vivi slowly begins to respect a reputable ruler and a skilled fighter, and WHY IS HE KNEELING MY LORD GET UP?! Vivi hates being treated like some sort of a messiah. That pushes him further inside the box of being a mythical figure, and denies his humanity.

Normal colors and lighting!! For one episode....

The scene on the left isn't meant to feel cozy and inviting, while the right one is. Sickly, cold, washed out colors vs darker and warmer ones. I'm putting a lot of thought into this, just wanted to celebrate it a lil C:

Episodes 28-29 show Vivi and Exarch's ways of handling unexpected personal hostility. Vivi casually whips out a V and a silly grin, while Exarch.....

He tried, okay?!

A thing on their positioning in this scene that I didn't plan consciously, it just happened: Exarch's framed by the Crystarium, appearing more aligned with it, while the elf pile's surrounded by an idyllic natural frame. Something something about the greenery meaning life, and Exarch looking a bit out of place here.

This's our first, but not last encounter of an imagination theater :>

The dragons are goofy on purpose. Well, sort of. I can count on one hand the amount of times I drew non-humanoid creatures, and the tone here doesn't demand anything super serious from me. Also it makes sense in-character, Exarch probably never saw a dragon up close.

Take a good look at this lil shit. I indulged in illustrating his badass moment before pointing the "camera" away for a while. We're heading into the Il Mheg arc that lasts for months and has no cats ;w;

Vivi's iconic Protagonist Grin >:D

Also, Ryne. Just to keep your expectations grounded: while I personally like her, she has no relevance in this story, and very little screentime. I'm currently having Eden raid brainworms, might write a scene or two related to that, but we're talking many years into the future. Until then, she doesn't do much.

ShB cast's diverse and extremely fun to explore, but if I went on tangents the comic would literally never progress. Gotta be honest, I'm already terrified that some readers might drift away before reaching the wolgraha part of this wolgraha comic. I don't wanna rush OR dilute the main plot too much, if that makes sense. Also, just like in real life, you probably don't form perfect connections with every member of your social circle, some people grow closer than others. Vivi has next to no connection to Minfilia/Ryne, he also stays away from little girls after one of those ended up becoming his lifelong problem *snorts and points at Alisaie*

Desires, and feasting on them? A dungeon meshi nod? More likely than you think.

Feo Ul, sprawled out on his chest like that, visually resembles a burning heart.

Emet antithesis :3c

Imagine loving your pet so much that you let him do this. Feo Ul isn't moved by the physical act AND the joking accusation.

While seemingly slacking for a dozen episodes, Vivi formed bonds with Feo Ul and Ardbert, and thus secured the future of the two stars. Now he has friends that aren't his coworkers first and foremost, that he genuinely wants to fight for. This's what makes him tick as a hero: a quiet plea of a friend, not even asking him directly, a stark contrast to being dragged around and cried at for help. If Vivi's introduction to an entity (person/group of people) is "they suffer, they need help", he shrugs it off. Everyone suffers and needs help, he can't split into thousands of vivis to please them all.

He's only truly motivated to help, or empathizes with those who he gets to know through other means. Take Ardbert, his strange behavior on the Source, then reintroduction that's confusion and companionable snark, but not wailing for help. And Feo Ul, they hang out with him just because, they're safe.

He may not run off to fight the local Lightwarden this instant, but when he gets around to it, he's earnest for a change.

This's all I have for now, thanks for reading!!

[thepocket221]

FAUST HEADCANONS BC I MISS THEM WHERE IS MY BABY MR VOICE BRING THEM B A C K

yes i have the faust liker disease

they are everything to me🫶🫶

they/them faust TRUTHERS WE STRIKE AT DAWN

not non-binary nor gnc, just kinda,, genderless??

doesn’t feel connected to anything gender related(it might be due to a lack of self identity)

average “clothes don’t have gender” truther

cannot cook nor bake for shit

idc what you saw this bitch cannot follow a recipe to save their life

fav place to eat out at is very unknown noodle bars

an average pho enjoyer (soup and noodles are their safe foods)

blocked the term “blue hair and pronouns” and it’s many variations from regular chat.

“super chat is just funnier” <- faust when they are lying

definitely has beef with charlie

my only evidence for this is that in the end of bittersweet chapter 3, charlie and auron clearly have a better relationship compared to that of auron and faust

definitely feels like their easily replaceable

“wow all that time i spent trying to get to know you and spend time with you just for your to like this blond bitch huh. okay. wow, love you too, brother.”

often in a very dissociative state

doesn’t feel like themself

(gives them horrendous short term memory loss bc it’s what i have)

arm is littered with reminders

also has facial blindness

remembers people based off of certain attributes(voice, hair color, style choices, etc.)

chronic migraine disorder haver

their head hurts so much, but they are being very brave about it

“most of my hcs for faust aren’t based off of angst that lives in my head” <- glenn when they lie

became a streamer bc their body hurts a lot all of the time (wow projecting again, huh glenn /s /lhj)

little walks around town bc they still gotta get that vitamin D💪

also gonna slip in that they have trouble taking pills (WOW, PROJECTING AGAIN, HUH GLENN /lhj)

also doesn’t have a lot of friends but this is more self-inflicted. they just don’t like talking to people

“no point of getting to know someone if i’m just gonna forget them”

“autistic” <- glenn when they tell the truth

SpeIn is tarot, mythology, and constellations

“i can’t tell you a thing about myself but i can tell you every little detail about the stars and they have such deep lore behind them”

we don’t see enough abt the witchy aspects of them and finn I NEED MORE (i am a practicing witch)

only added bells to the cat ears, tail, and collar because they like the sound

makes them go (:

despises almost every fabric so they have to get all of their clothes custom made

vocal stims:

phrases from games they’ve played

a meme/tiktok they have saved to their phone (“lemme get my cat on the mic.. MOOOWWW”, “get the fuck off my porch”, shit like that)

humming and/or singing

tactile stims:

swaying either while sitting or standing

finger taps

walks on the ball of their feet

also a camboy

collabs between them and alphonse are legendary

at least friendly acquaintances

they charlie despisers together

this isn’t charlie slander i promise, i love him dearly (i have a playlist abt him so obviously i’m telling the truth /lhj /s /pos)

canonical thick thighs

canonically saving lives!!

doodles on their thighs

makes little tattoo ideas for themself (never goes through with it bc their pain tolerance is very low and the ink pen looks like it would hurt a little)

the type of individual to keep the stuffed animal they had since they were a baby

okay that’s it, goodbye and stay safe🫡

[wienerbarnes]

Feel Good

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,817

Warnings: lots o drinking (its new years!), mentions to being nervous/self-doubt, drunk sam wilson, perhaps some smooching idk guess u gotta read it man

A/N: ngl I have like 4 cheek to cheek one shots that I wrote yesterday instead of working on school work or art commissions so lets enjoy this before that motivation spark dies okay enjoy my two fav ppl ever

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

“Agent 51, stay behind, please.”

You meet Sam’s eye, confused for two reasons - this was supposed to be a quick debriefing after a mission, and he’s never called you out specifically before. You give him a nod and obligatory Yes, Captain before making eyes with Sharon, who gives you a quick smile before exiting the room with the other agents. That doesn’t give you anything. Is there already another mission? But if there was another mission, wouldn’t Sharon have stayed? Wouldn’t Bucky be here? Does it involve Bucky? Does-

“I want you to start training with the other recruits when they begin next week.” Sam informs you once the door closes behind the last person.

Oh.

This Friday is New Year’s Eve, meaning Monday begins the seven-week training led by Sergeant Barnes for wannabe Avengers Agents, before whoever remains continues on to undercover and psychological training with Sharon and other legendary retired agents of the field.

“Are you... sure?” You didn’t think there was a problem with the training you were currently doing with Sam, in fact, you thought you were doing pretty good for someone who hasn't followed a strict workout regimen in ten years. This would be the first time being around so many people with a greater chance of interacting. All of the meetings you go to have made you a little more comfortable with larger crowds, but you haven’t actually spoken to anyone.

“You know your file well?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes, I’m sure.”

“I want you to continue your training with me on the weekends, though.” Sam adds.

Working out seven days a week? I might’ve considered prison if I knew this was a part of the deal.

“Won’t all of that all the time be hard?” You offer, suddenly scared for your biceps and hamstrings.

“Are you asking me if training to become a team member of the Avengers is hard?” Sam gives you a pointed look.

“...Right.” You stand, assuming that was all he had to tell you about.

“Also, there’s a little party Friday night. Nothing crazy, just me, Sharon, Bucky, Sharon and I are bringing some dates, maybe a few agents, but they usually go out and party. They don’t want to hang out with us more than they already have to around here.” He mentions as you reach the door.

Your hand pauses on the knob. A party. What if they pull some Carrie shit on you?

“A party?” You ask, eyebrows failing to conceal your silent fears as they tilt upward at him.

“I promise, it won’t be anything insane. I wouldn’t have mentioned it if I didn’t think it was something you could handle.” He reassures.

Friday comes sooner than you’d hoped, and your anxiety still lingers, as much as you’d hoped it’d go away by now. You glance at the time, 8:00 in the evening. This was the time Sam told you everything would more or less be starting, but that you could go whenever you wanted, if you wanted.

You’ve actually been ready for about an hour, just too scared to go to the common area where everything was taking place.

You feel like you’re a teenager again; being invited to an event where you feel as though you won’t belong. An event where you know that everyone is so drastically different than you. You wonder how you would feel if you were different; if you weren’t so fucked up with trauma. Would you be a party person? Drinking and dancing through your twenties? Hooking up with men and women, maybe even having relationships?

You’re dressed in a short lilac romper, layers of silky ruffles around the tops of your thighs, and thin straps across your shoulders that cross against your back. The neckline is a tad low, a complimenting V that you’ve filled with layers of necklaces. Nude platforms put you about two inches taller without the fear of a heel, and you’re nervously picking at your recently painted green fingernails in anticipation for what the night will bring.

It’s not too late to not go. You can just tell Sam you ended up not feeling well, tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. not to let anyone bother you. Just take all these clothes off and put on your pajamas, and we can pretend you haven’t been thinking about this night for the last three days and spent all day thinking about what you’re going to wear, how you’re going to act, reviewing your file just in case anyone asks you anything - we can just pretend you were going to be staying in the whole time.

You stand to begin slipping the straps from your shoulders, mind made up, when a knock sounds at the door.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., who is that?” You whisper out.

“It’s Sergeant Barnes, Agent.” The A.I. relays in an equally hushed voice.

You sigh and walk over to the door before opening it a few inches.

“Hey! You look so cute! Party’s getting started, let's go!” He steps back out to the hallway, an excited smile on his face which drops when he focuses more on the frown that decorates your own face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, immediately stepping back towards you.

“... I’m nervous.” You all but whimper out. Why do you have to be such a baby?

“Why are you nervous?” Bucky asks, his voice calm as he genuinely wants to know what’s troubling you, not an accusatory tone found in his voice.

“Because there’s going to be a lot of people, and I don’t know anyone, and I’ve never been to these kinds of parties, or at least I haven’t in, like, a decade.” You ramble, exasperated with yourself.

“Would it make you feel better if I stayed with you the whole night? Either here or down at the party?” He offers, ready to give up one of his favorite nights for you.

“Bucky, I’m not going to make you -”

“You’re not making me, I’m offering. Besides, Sam’s all over the girl he brought and Sharon’s halfway drunk with her little boyfriend; they’re not going to be much fun for me tonight.” Bucky justifies, sounding like the eldest of three having to deal with their younger siblings.

“C’mon, you’re really gonna waste a dress like that? And your hair looks all nice! And - wait a minute, are those new earrings?” Bucky butters you, showering you with compliments in a sweet tone, metal hand reaching out to touch at the earrings hanging from your ears, the small tink sounding right in your ear.

A girlish giggle escapes you at his teasing. “Alright, alright, you’ve convinced me. But you promise you don’t mind staying with me all night?”

“I promise, there’s no one else I’d rather spend the night with.”

The common area isn’t how you expected it to be; there’s definitely more people than Sam promised there’d be, but it’s not the thousands of strangers you’d imagined in your head.

“Let’s get a drink,” Bucky’s deep voice speaks in your ear, and you’re not sure if it's his voice that makes you shiver or his warm hand in yours, but the two of you make your way to the bar.

“What do you drink?” He asks you, after ordering the name of some drink for himself.

“Uhm - I don’t, I don’t know.” You mutter to him. He scans your face for a second before rattling off the name of some other drink to the person behind the bar.

You never really drank; sure, you had the shitty beer as a teenager or perhaps a celebratory shot during your time in the Navy, but nothing you remember explicitly. You weren’t even old enough to drink in the Navy, you had turned twenty-one when you were already with HYDRA.

“Are you excited?” Bucky interrupts your thoughts of lost childhood.

“Excited?”

“For the New Year!” Bucky exclaims, and you give him a smile even if you don't understand the hoop-lah.

“Sure?” You offer.

“C’mon! There’s so much opportunity and promise that comes with a new year! A million chances to grow, to experience things, to learn, to have fun. A new chapter for everyone.” He explains.

You smile at his positivity. A new year should be good for you based on his logic. A new chapter. You’d be starting your training. Getting ahead as an agent. Using your powers to help for good. Maybe making friends. Maybe getting closer to Bucky.

The drinks arrive and you appreciate that Bucky knows you so well; the drink in front of you is bright pink, different fruits crowded around the rim with a curly straw sticking out. His is a deeper brown, in a short, crystal glass, figures. Matches his whole dark and emo aesthetic. He stands before you in black jeans and a black buttoned shirt, black leather jacket to sit on top.

You take a sip of your drink and immediately have to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from spitting it out. Am I that much of a lightweight or is there actual gasoline in this?

“Sorry, maybe I should’ve warned you, babe,” Bucky chuckles, amused at your reaction to a mixed drink. “I think there’s, like, four different things in that.” He wants to cringe for you, but all he can do is look at you with a cheeky smile while you struggle to swallow the sip down.

“Christ, Bucky, I’ll blackout by ten at this rate, are all of the drinks like this?”

“Honestly? Probably. Everyone loves getting drunk on New Year’s.”

…

The night is not nearly as bad as you were thinking it was going to be. The room is lit up in different colored lights and screens; all of the TV’s display the annual countdown in Times Square but are muted so that music can be played the whole night. People are dancing, drinking, laughing, having the most fun you’ve seen people have in a long time. It’s 11:51 now, and everyone’s gathering closer and closer in anticipation for the countdown into the new year.

You and Bucky are gathered together with Sam and Sharon, and their respective dates. You don’t think you’ll let Sam live down how drunk he is; you never thought you’d feel so much joy seeing your Captain slurring his words while making jokes and telling stories.

Sharon leans over to you and whispers, a gentle hand on your arm, “Can you come to the bathroom with me?” A small giggle escaping her because she, too, is equally drunk. You give her a nod and hand your drink to Bucky to watch over while you’re gone.

The bathroom makes your ears buzz with the silence you encounter and Sharon walks over to the mirror to retouch her makeup.

“I just needed a little breather, have you tried the drinks at the bar?” She asks, and you laugh knowing that that’s the reason she, and everyone else at the party, is wasted.

“Yeah, Bucky proceeded to warn me after I had started drinking.” Laughs are shared as she reapplies her lipstick, a bright red shade.

“Do you know who you’re gonna kiss tonight?” She asks, smirk playing on her lips.

Shit, I forgot about that. How awkward would it be if you’re the only one not having a partner to kiss at midnight? Don’t worry, plenty of lame, single, psychotic basket cases that hear voices don’t kiss people on New Year’s Eve!

“Oh, uhm, I probably won’t be kissing anybody.” You inform her with a nervous laugh.

“I think you should kiss Bucky.” She states matter-of-factly.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, why not? He’s not here with a date and he surely won’t kiss a stranger. I think last year Sam ended up planting one on him at midnight.” She laughs, a few hiccups interrupting her as she remembers that night.

As much as you want to join her in laughing at the thought of Sam drunkenly grabbing Bucky cheeks at midnight and smooching him, a pit opens up in your stomach at the thought of kissing Bucky.

“C’mon, T-minus five minutes.” Sharon tells you, interlocking her fingers with yours as she drags you back out to the common room.

The two of you rejoin the group and Bucky hands you your drink back, though you don’t feel much like drinking anymore, stomach suddenly knotted up with nerves. You’re torn because you don’t necessarily have a problem not kissing anybody, but now all you can think about is the urge to press your lips against Bucky’s, new year or not.

A husky voice whispers in your ear, “You okay? You look a little pale, you wanna head up to your room?” Bucky looks at you with concerned eyes, willing to go up to your room two minutes before midnight to ensure your comfort and wellbeing.

“I’m… I’m fine.” You reassure him, giving him the most unconvincing smile ever, even you wouldn’t believe you. He silently pulls you away from the group and pulls you into a hallway.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

His pet names are, for once, not helping right now.

You take a large gulp of your drink, stinging a bit, but hopefully it’ll give you some courage and relax you a bit. Bucky chuckles and gently takes the glass from your hand, “Hey,”

“I’m fine, just have some jitters, is all.” You try and convince.

You take the drink back and grab his hand with your open one and take him back out to the open area, a sixty second countdown already starting.

You quickly down the rest of your drink and discard it on a nearby table as the entire room begins chanting. Sam is the loudest, one arm wrapped around the waist of his date and the other wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky’s smiling at his enthusiasm, yelling the numbers just as loud as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to bring you in closer to the group. Sharon is on the other side of you, but her focus is on her date as they look into each other’s eyes, just waiting for the clock to strike twelve so they can share a kiss.

The ball drops on the TV and the room erupts in cheers and “Happy New Year!”’s. Sam unhooks himself from Bucky and turns to grab his date's face as they share a laugh-filled kiss. You glance at Sharon and you suspect her and her date began sharing kisses a few seconds early. Bucky’s arm is still wrapped around your shoulders and he tugs you closer so you’re face to face.

His grin is wide, “Happy New Year -”

His excitement is interrupted as your courage finally kicks in, and with a hand on either side of his face, you pull him in and press your lips to his.

It takes him less than two seconds to reciprocate, dropping his hands to your waist and pulling you closer as your hands slide from his cheeks to his neck, wrapping themselves around.

There’s no more anxiety. No more nerves. No more doubts or second-thoughts. No more voices, no more people in the room, no more music; it’s just you and Bucky in that moment.

His lips are soft and sweet, a strong taste of the drinks he’s had tonight with a mix of sweetness that’s all him. He smells like man and like Bucky and your senses are overwhelmed in the best way possible. Tingles travel down your spine at the feeling of being so close to him.

You’re so, so, so good. Sure, Bucky’s imagined kissing you, but he never thought it’d feel like this. You’re sweet like cherries and you’re soft all over and your perfume is flooding his nose and it’s all he wants to breathe for the rest of time. Your skin sends sparks of fire through his fingertips as they rest on your bare back and slide down to your silk-covered waist.

You pull away and Bucky sneaks a few extra pecks before pulling away completely, not removing his eyes from yours.

“Happy New Year.” He wishes you with a love-sick smile.

“Happy New -”

“Happy New Year, Tinman!” Sam yelps in both of your ears, arms wrapping around Bucky and disconnecting him from you, but you can’t help but laugh at Sam trying to plant a kiss on Bucky’s cheek while he attempts to wrestle him off.

You feel electricity all over watching him, butterflies not only in your stomach, but all over your body, in every organ, in your bloodstream, in your head, everywhere. But as much as you feel as though you’ve been struck by lightning, you feel good; you feel really good.

A few months ago, you wouldn't have imagined that this is how you were going to be starting the new year. But here you are, and you feel good.

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2020 - Day 7

This trope is one of my favs. Also we get Lance whump this time (in addition to Keith, of course), and a hopeful ending! Check the warnings and enjoy!

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Day 7 - Carrying/Support

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: broken bones, mild gore, death mention, mild blood, fever, scorpion mention, venomous creatures, vomit, seizures

The creature was gone. Dead. Keith had made doubly sure of that. It was dead, which was good, but that didn’t change the state that it had left them in.

“Lance?” he called out uncertainly. The Blue Paladin had taken a bad hit from one of the monster’s wildly swinging arms during the fight, flying across the tiny clearing and slamming into the trunk of a tree. He hadn’t moved since.

He’s dead, a cynical voice in Keith’s head sneered. He’s dead and it’s your fault. You got your own teammate killed.

He shook the unwanted thoughts away and took a step closer, hissing as the wound in his side pulled. Lance wasn’t dead. He wouldn’t allow himself to even consider such a thing until he saw for himself. It was bad enough that Keith hadn’t been able to protect him from getting hurt, so he couldn’t possibly be dead.

Slowly he made his way over, one hand wrapped around his middle and applying pressure to the bleeding hole left by the creature’s sharp tail. The first thing he noticed about Lance was the blood on the side of his head. The second was the unnatural twist of his left leg.

“Quiznak,” he whispered, then louder, “Lance. Lance, can you hear me?” Reaching out with his free hand, he hesitantly placed two fingers against his pulse point.

There. A steady heartbeat. He released his breath in a whoosh, wincing at the pain that shot through his abdomen. Lance wasn’t dead. Just unconscious, which frankly, wasn’t a whole lot better in their situation.

They were in the middle of the jungle, just the two of them, with their Lions, their team, the Castle, any hope of help miles and miles away. Something about the density or the material of the trees was blocking their comms signal. And clearly, the jungle was not a safe place to be. Staying here left them as sitting ducks, a nice, injured and helpless snack for the next alien creature that came along. So staying was not really a choice at all, but leaving would be a whole lot easier if Lance was awake.

“Lance. Hey.” He used the hand that had checked for a pulse to lightly pat his cheek. “Time to wake up. We gotta go.”

Nothing. He patted harder, falling just short of a slap, and dropped his hand to shake Lance’s shoulder. “Hey. come on. Let’s go.” Still nothing. “You. Cargo Pilot.” Not even the nickname he knew Lance couldn’t stand brought a reaction.

Keith swallowed hard. His head injury must be really bad if he couldn’t be roused at all. What if he had internal bleeding? What if there was brain damage? What if he never woke up?

Stop it. Stop worrying and just deal with the situation. Clearly he was going to have to carry him, no matter how much his side protested that idea. First things first, he needed to try to stabilize both their injuries. Thank goodness for his knife. A couple of branches and both his sleeves later, Lance’s head was wrapped and his leg in a splint of sorts - not perfectly set, but held still so that it wouldn’t bounce too much while walking - and Keith’s waist was bandaged.

Now came the hard part, and he was already exhausted. Maybe it was blood loss, but the wound seemed to be sapping the energy straight out of him. Didn’t matter, though. He had to get Lance out of there. Had to get them both back to safety, back to the team. As gently as possible, he pulled Lance up by his arms to a sitting position, then turned and draped the arms over his shoulders, trying to make sure his head was resting against one of them in a comfortable position. When he was satisfied, he reached back and hooked his hands underneath his thighs.

The sound that came out of him when he struggled up to his feet was somewhere between a whine and a groan, and he was glad that Lance wasn’t awake to hear it. Straining like that hurt. He took a moment to breathe, to let the pain ease and get used to the weight on his back. It was a good thing that Lance was skinny, and not quite as muscular as Keith. Being taller was bad enough. His legs were so quiznaking long, he could barely keep them from dragging the ground.

Alright. One step at a time. Slowly, he began to trudge forward. His side twinged with every step, but after a minute or two he found a bit of a rhythm, was able to ignore the pain and the way his chest was heaving for breaths already, at least for a while. He tried his best to keep his mind on the task and his surroundings, not on how creepily, unnaturally still Lance was, or how any tree could be hiding a new threat, or how at this rate it was going to take him twice the couple of vargas the trip out had taken.

Just one foot in front of the other.

Ignore the pain, it’s not getting worse, that’s just your imagination.

Don’t trip on that root.

It’s definitely not spreading, those are just muscles you aren’t used to using.

Gotta get over the log. Don’t drop Lance.

You’re just dizzy because you haven’t had food or water in a while.

He wanted to stop far sooner than he allowed himself to. How long he had been walking, he had no idea, but was hoping it was at least a varga. He had a feeling it was less. Putting Lance down almost wasn’t worth it, thinking about how he’d have to get them both back up in a few minutes, but he knew he had to rest and at least drink a little water from his canteen. It wouldn’t do Lance any good if he keeled over from dehydration or exhaustion before he got them out of there.

A quick check of his bandages told him that the bleeding had at least slowed down, if not stopped, which was good. What wasn’t good was the cold that had creeped in from out of nowhere and seized his flesh. The jungle was warm and humid, so it certainly wasn’t atmospheric. Keith shivered, pulling his legs in closer to his body and laying his forehead on his knees. A fever? It kinda felt like it, but it was far too soon for an infection to have set in.

Shaking off the concern, he took one last sip of water and set about getting Lance onto his back. Exertion should keep him plenty warm.

Just keep walking. Just keep walking. Just keep - great, now he was singing it like that stupid blue fish on that stupid movie the team had made him watch.

Exertion was doing nothing for his body temperature. Pretty soon he was shivering, his eyelids burning in that tell-tale way that meant he most definitely had a fever. His throat felt as if it was stuffed full of cotton balls, leaving only the tiniest of holes for him to breathe and swallow through.

A moan from near his ear brought him to a stumbling halt. “Lance?”

Another moan, this one accompanied by movement. “Wha-...ow.”

Keith shut his eyes in relief, then opened them quickly when he realized he was listing to one side. “Lance.”

“Keith? What...what’s goin’ on?”

“We’re on our...way back. T-to the city.” Speaking it out loud reminded him that he should still be walking, so he gritted his teeth and stepped out again.

“What...happened? My head…”

“Yeah, you...you hit it...pretty good. Broke your...leg...too. M-monster...remember?”

Lance shifted against his back, seeming to become a bit more alert. “Oh, yeah. I do remember that.” He sucked in a breath through his teeth as one or the other of his injuries flared.

“Take...it easy. Don’t...don’t…” Keith stumbled, almost falling, losing what he wanted to say in the meantime.

“Hey, you okay? Why don’t you stop and rest a minute? It can’t be easy for a shorty like you to carry me for long.”

“Can’t. Just...stopped. Gotta...get…”

“Yeah, but you don’t sound so good. Come on, Mullet, just for a minute.”

His body and mind were at war over the idea, but his body and Lance’s pestering won out in the end. Getting down proved much easier with Lance awake and able to stand on one leg and support himself against a tree. Once he was sure that Lance was sitting comfortably, he nearly collapsed to the ground, curling in on himself again.

“Geez, you look even worse than you sounded.” Lance leaned in, brushing the hair off of Keith’s forehead with one hand. “Dude, you’re burning up! What happened to you?”

Keith shook his head. “His tail...got me. Don’t know...why...fever…”

Lance raised one eyebrow at him. “You mean the tail that looked a lot like a scorpion’s? Oh gee, Mullet, I dunno, how ever could that have given you a fever?”

The cotton from his throat had moved into his brain now, causing him to just stare at Lance with a blank gaze. Seeing this, his friend seemed to take pity on him and softened his tone.

“It was probably venomous, bud.”

Venom. Right. That would make sense. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead. “We gotta...we gotta keep goin’. Not...safe. You n-need…” Suddenly remembering the head injury, he looked up and grabbed Lance’s chin, turning his face to the side. “Gotta...get help. Could be…” The words floated away again, leaving him shaking his head in confusion.

“Hey.” Lance took his hand and lowered it. “I’m okay. I’m more worried about you right now. You’re right, we should get going, though. We need to get you back to the Castle, stat.”

Keith nodded, then struggled up to a crouch and turned his back to Lance, waiting for arms to be thrown around his neck.

“Oh, no. No way am I letting you carry me. Just help me up and we’ll walk together.”

Keith glared at him over his shoulder. “Your leg...is broken.”

“Yep, and you’re gonna be my crutch.” He gripped the tree trunk and started trying to pull himself up, leaving Keith no choice but to stand and help him before he hurt himself even worse.

With Lance’s arm across his shoulders and his hand gripping Lance’s belt on the opposite side, they were able to get started again, going even slower than before but going, regardless. Keith would never admit that he was grateful for the new position, since he still thought Lance shouldn’t be walking, but he honestly wasn’t sure how much longer he would have made it otherwise. Even as it was, his body felt like it was burning from the inside out, his vision kept going spotty, and he definitely felt like Lance was supporting him just as much as the other way around. They had to stop to rest far too often, and more than once they had to pause and let Keith throw up, or at least attempt to.

It was nearing dark by the time they finally broke out of the jungle and saw the city where the team was waiting for them in the distance. Lance gave a quiet, tired cheer. Keith celebrated by dropping to the ground, nearly dragging Lance down with him, every muscle in his body spasming involuntarily.

Vaguely, over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, he could hear Lance screaming his name before slipping into Spanish for several sentences. It felt like an eternity before the convulsions stopped. Eventually, he became aware that his head was pillowed on Lance’s good leg, and the blue paladin was looking down at him with wet eyes.

“S-sorry,” he slurred. “I don’t...I...wanted...to get you...back. But…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” Lance whispered. “You got me this far. I’ll get you the rest of the way. Somehow.” He tore his gaze away from Keith’s face to stare off at the lights of the city. “I’m just...not sure how, yet.”

“Your...leg’s broken.”

Lance huffed. “Yeah. I know. You keep reminding me of that.”

There was a sudden explosion of presence in Keith’s mind, and he let his eyes slip shut with a smile. “Red’s comin’.”

“Red’s...wait, what? She is?”

A roar filled the air, and Keith relaxed for the first time since morning.

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Silver for Monsters... (Geralt x fem!Witcher, Part 1.)

Description: The Butcher of Blaviken has a long and famous past, thanks to his friend Jaskier. Yet, neither of those dies easily and it still lurks behind Geralt like a shadow after all those years. History, neither unfriendly relationships, doesn't die easily.

Part summary: A lonely witchress in the woods can mean only one thing - a monster is lurking through the woods and a contract has been pinned up on a local village's board.

Warnings: A bit of gore, magic, Witchress, a werewolf being a bich, Sigimund Dijkstra appeareaing in a mention (if you do not know who Dijkstra is, look him up, he honestly is one of my fav Witcher game characters).

A/N: This one is purely based on my wish to see at least one female witcher, but knowing that the trial of grass doesn't allow that. Because boy? They would tear Geralt’s ass in half.

Word count: 4.4 K

Tagging: (tell me and I will add you :)) @osgon-azure​ @davnwillcome​

Master list: H E R E

Many of you know me. You’ve seen my face, heard my name, or my tales - maybe you even threw your rotten vegetables at me for what I know. It doesn’t matter to me. Such details aren't important in my stories. But no matter how you might hate me - the poet, the bard, the most beautiful man you'd ever seen -, you love my tales.

Indeed, my name is Julian Alfred Pankratz. But when you'd meet me, I would introduce myself as Jaskier or Dandelion. And my most famous tales are going hand in hand with my friend, the legend, Geralt of Rivia. He is the man coming from Kaedwen, the coldest Northern Kingdom, born and raised at Kaer Morhen, the notorious School of the Wolf. And I have already written tales, ballads, and books about him.

You heard many stories and legends about this man - about the romance of his with the mightiest sorceress Yennefer of Vengenberg, the story of how he was bound to the Cintran princess Cirilla by destiny, about how he had outwitted the Wild Hunt itself. Yet I have one more for you. Sit down, have a pint of ale or a cup of wine, and hear my telling of how... Not one, but two witchers traveled day and night to reach the Redenian mountains and how they discovered a horrifying monster there. But have in mind that one of them was a woman.

Our story begins on one stormy night in the Mire West amidst the rampage of the Nightmare...

The place around you was completely dark and lifeless, only sounds of wind howling and grass dancing in it along with heavy rain could be heard. The moon just started slowly rising in the sky, but it was too cloudy up there. That could be a slight problem in your perfect plan. How were you supposed to lure a werewolf out of its lair if there won't be a full moon? These bitches came out of the lair only under those specific circumstances - moon shining on the ground, nonstop.

The lamb meat filled with cursed oil was neatly prepared in the middle of a road and your silver sword was ready as well, laying on your thighs as you were meditating to pass the time somehow - you let the potions in your vascular system starting to work, making an extremely dangerous weapon out of your very own body. You used Cat potion, so your eyes could perfectly see in the night and a Blizzard potion, shorting the time of reactions and sharpening reflexes to the monster's attacks.

A low chuckle came out of your lips. Meditations were never your strength - Vesemir was always bitching you down for whispering to the others while they sat on their knees, and tried to completely leave their body with their minds. You learned how to pretend to meditate, just to shut Vesemir up, but you accomplished the state only a few times. More than meditating, you were in a light sleep while you still could bring your body to sit at least a bit straight.

You had the suspicion that Vesemir knew that the whole time, but he never said anything since you at least shut up and didn't disturb the other kids who were brought to the School of the Wolf in Kaedwen to become witchers and witchresses.

The memories you had bonding to that place weren't all happy, but not all of them were bad. There was a lot of pain you had to endure, yes, but you had some fun in the process. And you still had a witcher family you could always count on - your best pal Lambert and a grumpy brother Eskel, there was Leo, your baby boy, and Vesemir, who was something like your father. There was Coën too, but unfortunately, he was far gone. And then, there was... Well... There was also him.

The greatest fucker... You meant to say the greatest of your kind - the legendary White Wolf, a man called Geralt of Rivia. It wasn't that you exactly hated him, no, you could count on him and his help when you met him on the road just as he could count on you, but you two never really got along in the first place. You never gave him a chance to start a friendship. And to say the least, he was outshining all of you, always getting the best contracts and money. And you weren't even talking about the fame he got in the process.

On the bright side, Geralt was a source of your motivation to become better and better - you both passed the trail of grasses, finishing it in better shape than all of the other kids that were trained on Kaer Morhen. You were already special - while three males out of ten survived, only one female out of fifty survived the trial. But that just wasn't enough of you, was it? You had better reflexes, reactions, senses, and you could cast the signs better than the other two girls who passed the trial. Even though that, it was too risky to send you on additional trials and Vesemir told you a million times.

For an unknown reason, there was a high rivalry between you and Geralt since the day you met for the first time. And when you heard that he's going to endure some more experiments, you demanded them as well, no matter the costs. You didn't care if it costs you your life, you wanted to be the best.

Vesemir and Lambert tried to change your mind for months, but you weren't planning on letting Geralt win the game. You went through another five mutations under the supervision of druids residing in Kaer Morhen, the fourth almost killing you in the process.

For the first time during a trial, you screamed in pain the whole time as you felt the serums and potions crawling through your skin and veins. When you got up, your skin tone almost matched alabaster, melanin almost completely disappearing out of your body, your hair was completely white and your eyes were no longer only golden - they were glowing. When Geralt walked out of the second chamber, he looked the same. But he has done something you would never expect - he asked you about your well-being and if you want to stop the trials. But you just chuckled and left him in the hall.

Lambert was enough of a friend to you. He was quite a normal witcher with a good sense of humor. You could drink and laugh evenings away with your witcher brother and never be bothered with thoughts about the incoming morning. He saved your life many times before and you knew, that the last time wasn't exactly the last. To repay him, you saved his ass from the revenge of former lust subjects, pretending to be his girlfriend and being extremely mad at him.

With Eskel, you had a more reserved relationship, since he was more of a reserved person - he didn't exactly make friendships, he was just a person you could count on any time you needed to. But you got along at the end of the day.

A sharp howling threw you out of your thoughts about your witcher brothers. Both your eyelids flew open, showing the golden, glowing eyes with a cat-like iris shape underneath. The werewolf was set to go on a hunt - and so were you. You opened up the last bottle with your teeth, drinking the potion in one swing, making your blood hazardous for the monster.

After that, you slowly walked to the path where your trap was laid, finding the creature sniffing it. It was rather cautious with it, wanting to eat it, but not quite trusting it. Werewolves were huge beasts with fur, every one of them growing to the height of two meters and more after the transformation.

They might be looking skinny, but their strength was almost overshadowing yours for good. Hunting a werewolf all alone? What were you thinking? That was exactly what was happening since Geralt wielded the tiara of the best witcher in the world. Shitty contracts for a laughable amount of coin. But work was work - humans, monsters, animals, it didn't exactly mean anything to you. You came, did the job and left, always repeating and never breaking the circle. Although to stay true to the codex of Kaer Morhen, you never killed an innocent being - monster, neither a human. If they proved their innocence, you let them go, taking the money anyway.

But this werewolf, boy, wasn't he something different? This bitch was off the chains, suffocating, hunting, and eating alive at least thirteen girls just this year alone. And you couldn't wait to get your dirty little hands on its throat and chop his fucking head off. You hated motherfuckers. And he sure was one.

"This is a nice, cute attempt to poison me, witcher!" - The werewolf rose his head and looked around, showing you its ugly face, which was half-wolf and half-human. Its claws were strong, which could cause trouble as well - he could scratch you without hurting himself, not tasting your blood. God damn it. - "But I ain't no idiot! I know ya poisoned it! Come out! Face the mighty Nightmare of Mire West!"

So it was an intelligent one. That was a bonus point - you knew that murdering him will cause you way more enjoyment than killing a normal beast would. It was probably only a human when there wasn't a full moon, living in their small, stinky cage, all alone in the wilderness. But if the man changed into such a beast which was able to stalk and murder young gals in such gruesome ways, you knew that your sword was the right thing to put end to his ruling over Mire West.

"I like me an intelligent foe." - You growled in a cruel voice, adding a burst of short, dark laughter at the end. You confused the werewolf a bit - he wasn't able to track where you were at the moment. There was no visible movement in the bushes, your voice seemed to come out of a few different directions at one time and your footsteps didn't break a single branch on the ground, making you almost impossible to track based on sounds in the slowly ending heavy rain. - "Feels better when I slice their throats. They beg like little girls to let them live - but you know something about that, don't you? You enjoy murdering girls and letting them beg, don't you?"

The beast was moving its muzzle quickly as he tried to sniff you. The wet air made it almost impossible. The time was ticking too fast - soon, you knew that the air will clean up and starts to transmit your scent. This needed to be done quickly.

"Are ya a woman, witcher? Ye a witchress? I like women, did ya hear that?" - Werewolf tested the waters, seeing a bush next to his right move. He didn't know that it was an animal coming through here, thinking it was you hiding in the bushes. In the next moment, the monster roared with a raw, animalish growl as it attacked the bush. - “I like to snap their necks and taste their meat, I like their voices begging me to stop, the scent of their hair and the skin. Come here, to my claws, don't try to play with me.”

The werewolf then turned around, his completely darkened eyes were scanning the surroundings in search of you. He kneeled a bit, grunting like a pig as spit was dripping out of his mouth full of sharp teeth.

“You atone to all of those murders? You don't even try to clean your name, try to tell me that you are innocent? I might let you go.” - You knew that this fucker isn't innocent but you needed more time to look around the meadow, now seeing every small detail in it thanks to the Cat potion. You planned various attacks, different scenarios, trying to imagine him overpowering you. What would you do then?

“I know that ya been sniffing around Velen for a while now, crawling through sewers like a rat, looking at every shit I made. I know ya heard stories about the Nightmare of Mire West. Ya a witchress, ya know how to recognize a werewolf in comparison to a different monster.” - The werewolf laughed and crawled on all fours, bearing more similarity to a wolf than a human at the moment. His laughter was similar to a hyena.

Then you jumped out of your hideout and cut him with your sword smeared with a cursed oil. The werewolf wasn't expecting you, so you hit your spot, but not in the range you planned on. The beast roared, sounding like a swine, catching its leg as it watched the blood dripping from the cut.

“Look at ya!” - It laughed, its teeth showing again. Your eyes were jumping on various spots on its body - from its lower paws dugs into the muddy ground as he was charging for a jump. - “Ya look like a cat, ya hair white, ya smug arrogant. Come to me.”

You jumped at the same time the werewolf did, but you turned around and swung your sword towards it, hitting it into its ribs. Sword fights were always like a dancing lesson - male witchers preferred different fighting styles, sometimes heavier and more aggressive than you could ever archive. You could move quicker than them, yet your hits were lighter. You danced on the toes of your feet, the top of your sword carefully drawing eight again and again. Your hits were maybe lighter than male witchers’, but you were able to hit the spot more often with clean cuts.

“Ya can move, I need to say. A second cut on my body.” - The beast growled, suddenly spinning the other way, its claws hitting your stomach. The hit made you fall, he hit exactly the liver and stomach, which could hurt like hell. Yet it was not a hit that would stop a witchress.

You made a rollover your shoulders, stopping on your feet. While you stood up, the werewolf almost scratched your face. That was a no-no. Witchers and witchresses maybe were known for long, dark pink cuts and huge scars over their faces, but you knew that a pretty face always means a half of the deal sealed. Thanking all the Gods and angels out there, Blizzard made you able to get out of its way.

Again, you swung your sword to meet its stomach, but again, it jumped at you in a matter of seconds, aiming for your neck. Its claws tore apart your chainmail armor, cutting your skin. But you didn't move a single inch away, no, you held its arm with a firm grip, looking the beast in the eyes.

First, it didn't know why are you looking at it the way you did, pressing the arm on your stomach, letting the blood drip directly on it. Soon, it felt how the skin is burning as the acid was slowly decomposing it. It was looking you in your cat eyes and saw your lips slowly turning to a violent smile.

Next second, it pushed you away, whining like a little puppy, licking the acid off. But it didn't know that it will only make the matters worse.

“What now? Don't you want to taste my blood and meat? Don't you want to sniff me and hear me beg for my life? Are you backing off?” - You rolled the sword in your palm and prepared into the fighting position again. - “The fun has just started, you pussy.”

With a quick move, you made the gesture of Igni sign, sending fire its way, then throwing a Moon Dust bomb at it. The bomb blew up, springling small pieces of silver everywhere its range was. The werewolf was now screaming like a child - it was burned by the Igni sign, silver was burning its skin alive, he was cut - so the silver got into its vascular system and that was perfect torture in your opinion. It tried to run away into the safety of its cave, but it was just to try to lure you in - in the small space of a cavern could be its brutal strength fatal for you.

It was time to use the Aard sign. You were quick, almost violent with it, pushing the werewolf next to the cave entrance. It bumped its head onto a sharp rock, blood was dripping out of that bruise pretty quickly. That was a moment he might start to believe that you were there to truly kill him like a swine. Indeed, you were there for that.

When it laid on its back, it started howling at the moon - that was a tactic used by a werewolf when the things got out of their control. They tried to call for help from wolves living in the woods. But you only laughed as you walked to him, preparing for one last final blow, still holding the place on your stomach where it hit you.

"Ye going to die, Witchress, why is ya laughing?" - The beast growled out with visible and hearable problems, which made your smile bigger.

"Because I killed every pack in the radius of ten kilometers, you dumb shit. I sold the furs and meat for a fair coin, even got something to brew potions from. A valuable deal." - You laughed and swung your sword one last time - piercing its chest with it. After that, as you heard it choking on its blood and scream awfully, you sat next to it into the mud.

It was maybe just a short fight, but it made you cast two signs and to move at an incredibly fast pace. And the hit into your stomach was almost precise, hurting like a living fuck. The fight took its cost in the form of incredible tiredness. Also, the potions were still circling through your body, drawing energy out of it. You thanked Gods that you had the idea to track down and eliminate all the packs in the area. The contract could've turned out much differently than it did in the end.

You waited a while, the rain started to fall from the sky again, before cutting the beast's head off. You used an old dwarven axe for that since it was durable and almost unbreakable.

Not an hour after that, your camp was packed up and you were ready to leave the woods, riding horseback to the city again. The werewolf's head was pinned on your saddle to be seen by any bandit. You weren't in a mood for jokes, you didn't want to mess around with some lousy bandit just to be dirty from their blood.

You changed into a fresh shirt and made a hairstyle so tight that not even the smallest baby hair had the chance to fly in front of your face.

It was a while after three o'clock in the early morning when you knocked on the contractor's door - his name was Stjepan, male about thirty years old with a wife and two small daughters. That was the main reason why he wanted the werewolf dead. He was also a local innkeeper, so you at least had a hope that you will sleep in an actual bed instead of the woodland full of bugs and branches poking your ass and back.

"Who the hell is knocking my damn door at night?!" - You heard his angry yell just seconds before he opened up the door. You stood there, soaked from the rain, only in trousers and shirt, holding the head in the level of his eyes. He yelled and threw up just centimeters from your shoes, but you kept the straight face.

"Monster's dead. I want my money." - You growled, throwing the head in. You could hear the small girls and woman yelling, but you didn't care at all. Stjepan disappeared for a small moment, appearing after a while with a small sack of gold.

"Now leave and never come back, ya filthy creature. I can see the devil in ya eyes. I will pray for ya soul." - Stjepan hissed at you, trying to close the door, but your arm stopped it. Stjepan tried to shut it one more time, but your arm didn't even move out of the wood.

Geralt would've most likely just shook his head and leave the man - but you were a lot of things, pussy not being on your list.

Witchers, since they were males, had enhanced strength of the strongest human men. Since you were a woman, you were as strong as a really strong man - those who had almost two meters, one hundred kilograms, and muscles all over their body. When Stjepan realized that he isn't able to close the door, he opened it once again, your hand finally leaving it.

"This is less than we agreed on. I want my money." - You hissed back at the man, stepping into his house. Oh, you would give anything just to see him spraying holy water on the spot where you were standing.

"I don't have more, now fuck off!" - Stjepan yelled and tried to push you out of his door, but he was pushed back as soon as his palm touched your shoulder. Some wall pushed him back so hard, that he stumbled and fell right on his ass.

"Stjepan, Stjepan, Stjepan... Do you remember when your sweet little girls asked me why I have two swords?" - Your eyes slowly looked through the opened door, last drops of Cat potions still making your night vision sharp. These two girls were sitting on the bed and hugged their dolls extremely tight, both of them shaking, hoping you can't see them.

But you could. And Stjepan's wife was standing next to the stove, holding a pan as if it could do any harm to you. With your stare still on the children, you slowly walked through their lovely, little house.

"Ya told them that the long, elegant, silver one with the runes is for monsters." - Stjepan stuttered out and covered the door with his laying body so you would have a harder time getting to the room.

"And that the other one is for even worse monsters." - You told him and kneeled in front of him, tugging the sword from the leather strap on your back. The steel was making cold notice as you tugged it even slower. - "Monsters called humans. The worst of them all."

"Ye a witchress!" - Stjepan's wife yelled at you, raising the pan to her hip, ready to hit you. - "Ya meant to help and protect folk! Not to kill 'em!"

You would never hurt these children. They were just children, for fuck's sake - their life hasn't even started and anyone, let alone a monster hunter like, had the right to hurt them and end their life. No witcher nor witchress had the right to take an innocent person's life.

But you weren't playing clean games, oh boy, you weren't. When you had to be dirty, you planned to be dirty as hell. You needed to keep your face straight if you wanted to scare that dick off.

"You better give me my money or I swear that I will kidnap your children and make them witchresses. After all, that's what witchers do when people refuse to pay their debts." - You hissed, walking over Stjepan directly to the bed, almost dragging the two girls out.

Just seconds before you touched them, Stjepan threw another sack to your feet, crawling in front of his small girls. - "Now go! Leave the fucking town and never come back! Fuck off!"

You straightened up and looked at the two small girls which slowly disappeared in the darkness as Cat finally stopped working. Only after that, you finally left their room. - "Pleasure doing businesses with you, Stjepan." - You added with a sour, ironic tone and walked off into the night.

Well, your plan with sleeping at his inn didn't exactly work out. At least you had the money he promised, even if you had to scare a few little kids. You walked to your horse, gently smoothing its forehead. Well, the only thing you could do was to ride to another city so you could find another job.

Well, that was the plan, until a man came across you. He was dressed up in a long cloak, covered in the darkness, almost sneaking up on you. You chuckled from shoving the money into on me of the bags on the saddle, not looking at the person. They must've known that you know about them the whole time.

"I won't give you a single coin, don't even bother asking me." - Your mumbling could be heard in the cold, silent night.

"Oh, I don't need your money, witchress. I want to speak to ya." - The person said, putting an envelope into the saddle looking you in the eyes. First, you checked the person to see if they mean any harm - it was a short man, pretty underweight, his arms looked very weak. He couldn't attack you if his mind was bright - he would die after one of your blows. - "Not me, pretty lady, but a friend of mine. Told me to say hi once I find ye."

With that, the caped person turned on their heels and disappeared into the darkness again. You watched him quietly for a second before you couldn't see him - then you looked at the envelope and grinned when you recognized the seal. That old, ugly bastard, Sigi Reuven.

Or, as the others knew, Sigismund Dijkstra. One of the most dangerous spies on the whole Continent. And that old son of a bitch wanted to talk to you.

[sendgays]

Hi Legendary! I’d love to see your response if you had time and inclination to do this :3

You’re too sweet! 😭💙🧡

1. How many fics? AO3 says 28 which seems fake since I don’t remember even writing that much! 

2. Average length? Oh I have no idea, I don’t actually want to do the math of it! I’m going to guess like 6k-8k? Most of them are under 10k I think.

3. Fav trop to write?  Probably pwp because they are the easiest! 

4. Fav part of writing? When I can really get in the zone and my story takes a direction I hadn’t planned but feels natural to do so in the moment. I love when they breathe on their own without me forcing it to stay on track.

5. Easiest part of writing? I think coming up with the core concept and thinking of scenarios. Actually sitting still and writing it is hard for me. I like editing as well though.

6. Writing pet peeves? In my own writing? When I use the same word too close together bothers me, besides a name of course. I have to change it right away when I see it!

7. Writing Habits? Is getting distracted a habit?? Listening to music? Or something like starting sentences with adjectives?

8. A line from a WIP? I feel called out! There’s so many! I’ll pick one I actually want to finish. 

“Not fighin’! I meant I wanna have sex with her!” He winked and chuckled at Piccolo. 

“Oh. Is that, uh, how you normally feel after you fight?” Was this a normal conversation? Goku wouldn’t have brought it up if it wasn’t okay to talk about, right?

9. An idea for fic? There’s one I’ve always really wanted to write but I didn’t think anyone would be interested lol! Basically it’s waaay in the future where Vegeta and Goku have become gods but are super lazy and Whis becomes a villian to spur them back into action.

10. Fav line from a fic? I think when Vegeta got upset over Goku asking him for marriage instead of a date in A Fresh Start? 

“No, I will not fucking marry you! There’s an order to things, you imbecile!” Vegeta shouted.

11. Fav scene? From mine? Hmm. I think in my What Happened Inside after Goku and Vegeta have sex because the mental image of Buu cracks me up every time. 

“Buu?! Did ya swallow yerself too?” Kakarot remained seated, legs spread and cock resting against his thigh.

“This is my body. I can do anything here. More important is what you two did in my body. Would you do that in someone else’s home?”

Vegeta remained silent, the situation beyond awkward and unstable.

12. Fav fic? Of mine I think The Woodsman because I had a lot of fun writing it and I love AUs. 

13. Writing Methods? My first method is putting off writing so jot that down. After that I try to get into the headspace of whichever character I’m writing for and then try to make it stay true to what I think they would be feeling in the moment. My plot outlines are usually very ague and then get developed as the characters interact.

14. Fav character? Vegeta always! Though Goku is fun to write!

15.  Fav title? That I came up with?! I’m so bad at titles! Let me find the dumbest one and that’ll be my fav...omg A FEW FIRSTS because I wanted it to be like a few fists...ToT I’m sorry I’m like this!

16. Most used tag? Looks like it’s “rimming”. I’ll show myself out now. 

17. Most used rating? E!

18. Something all my fics have? Hmm, good question. It’s not smut sadly. I think they all have happy or implied happy endings? I don’t like to end on a sad note. 

19. Most important part of writing? I think just actually doing it! Just writing lots and re-reading your work and others to see where you can improve. 

20. Fic that most represents me? Oh my how to choose? I’m going to say What Happened Inside because it never took itself too seriously but it was secretly soft and that’s how I am. 

Woo! I made it through! Thank you for asking! You’re the sweetest! 🦭💙🧡💜🐙

[looney-loser131]

About Me!

- my worst/death spots are my!

Thighs!

Hips!

Knees!

Palms!

- I live in America (ew)

- I am a part of the LGBT+ community!

- I have a boyfriend of 1 year!

- I'm a lee (meaning I'm usually the one being tickled)

- My fandoms are!

Voltron: Legendary Defender

MHA

Umbrella Academy (I simp for Five okay-)

Harry Potter

IT (I love Reddie! And I mainly like to talk about Chapter 1 tho-)

Marvel

Twilight (I love Renesmee! I kin her HARDCORE)

Disney (my fav is Beauty and The Beast! The newer one with Emma Watson is my favorite!)

Stranger Things (I kin Eleven)

- My main kins!

Renesmee (Twilight: Breaking Dawn)

Belle (Beauty and The Beast)

Merida (Brave)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter)

Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Pidge Holt (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Eleven Hopper (Stranger Things)

Beverly Marsh (IT: Chapter 1)

Ochako Uraraka (MHA)

MJ (Spider-Man Homecoming)

Ask me anything you guys want to know! Just nothing too personal!

[starbuck09256]

Because you are my fav writer in this fandom and because you always write the shit out of prompts I thought I would prompt you some smut from the xfpornbattle August list 🤗 number 74 please 💛 U are the best !!!

Omg I’m so freaking flattered! As you know I’m not a smut person. But I had to give this at least a try right? 

This is super NSFW

prompt was Mulder and a dildo, bonus if the dildo is Mulder sized.

CALL ME INSPIRED

MSR NSFW S7

tagging @today-in-fic @xfpornbattle

His breath is hot against my ear, I’m sitting on his lap with a bunched  skirt, he’s undone several buttons on my blouse.  This intensity with us, has always been there lying beneath our arguments and identities. My fingers are tangled in his hair as he starts to move me down on his old worn out couch. The leather feels slick against my back as I struggle to remove my blouse for him. His hand immediately goes to my lace covered breast and I moan into his tongue as it dances with my own. I skirm slightly as his remote control digs into my ass. The tv flicks on and the room is filled with the sound of another woman moaning obnoxiously. I can’t help but chuckle at him. The woman on the film is a small red head and as Mulder ignores the tv moving his lips down to my collar bones as he reaches to take off my lace bra. I can’t help but look at the mesmerizing screen. The man is tall with dark hair and I can’t help but see the parallels to us. Mulders teeth lock onto my nipple and I can’t help but move my head back and whimper as his hard cock presses into my soaked panties. The movie continues and the sounds however over the top they might be, end up turning me on. But then as with most of these movies, it gets a little weird. The dark haired man pulls out a dildo lathering it with lub and then starts to use it on his partner while he is still inside her. I gasp, I’m not a prude to sex, nor am I unknown to the different methods. I’ve had anal sex before in college, and I know my blow job skills are legendary. But this, this idea hadn’t really ever occured to me to try. Mulder stops and looks at me, I barely see him as my eyes are locked to the screen. I suddenly am covered in goosebumps. 

“Scully?” his voice is full of concern, my eyes turn to him wild and alive. 

I want to try this with him, soon. 

“I’m sorry, I .. just” he motions towards the tv. I raise my hand up 

“No, I ..like it.” I stroke his cheek. 

I reach down to unbuckle his belt, he grins in response and in a few mere moments he is filling me so completely. My back arches up and Mulder captures my nipple again in his mouth as he moves his hips against mine. God he feels so amazing, everytime I wonder how we went so long without doing this every moment. He moans and I move my hips back just a bit so he can go deeper as I clench my internal muscles around him.

 “Fuck, Scully.” 

His lips capture my own as my hand goes down in between us to stroke my clit. God between the incredible sensation of this angle that he is pumping into me, my hand and the sounds of the porno in the background I come hard around him. He groans heavily as he pulls up grabbing my hips and pounding into me with abandoned. His thrusts become erratic chasing his own release. I see the woman on the screen come apart as her partner continues pumping into her with his dick and the dildo at once. I can’t help but come again as Mulder surges inside of me. 

After as I lay cuddle into his side. He is stroking my hair, as my hands trails across his broad chest. I lean up on him. He smiles lazily with a warm hand on my arm. 

“Mulder I want to try sex with a dildo too.” 

He looks confused for a second. Turns thinking of the video. 

“Oh, ..umm have you ever done anal?” he isn’t saying it to be condescending, he is saying it because of the level of trust it takes. 

I look at him with a mischievous chin across my face. 

“Fuck,” he says. 

He chuckles pulling me in closer. 

“You are fuckling amazing,” he says laughing. I can’t help but laugh. 

“Do you umm, have a dildo on hand?” I bite my lip and grin again.

 “Please tell me it’s at least a little dusty?” he asks, I can’t help the loud laugh that comes from my body. 

“Yes, you have done more than an adequate job of making sure it is not needed as of late.” I reply he chuckles pulls my lips to his and mutters “good” before kissing me again. 

The next night at my apartment I get everything laid out. The Mulder sized dildo is planted on the bed, my intentions are cleared. We are making dinner together tonight and I’m a little giddy in anticipation, we have had some adventurous sexual escapades in the past but it’s been positions no toys or anything else. He finally arrives and as we stand side by side working on a meal together there is no mention of the events of yesterday. Our comfortable coexistence blends so easily into our new relationship. The dishes get done and sure enough afterwards Mulder pushes me against the counter kissing me senseless my damp hands push against his shirt as he drops the dish towel on the floor, I moan against his mouth as he reaches down to lift me up on the counter, his lips find my ear lobe his other hand reaches in to cup my breast and pinches my nipple. “You’re so incredible, the food was amazing.” he whispers as his lips travel across my neck. He helped me cut up everything, seriously, the only thing I really did was pull up a recipe and turn on the oven. Yet he tries to make it equal, give and take, it's a relationship unlike any I’ve ever had, the equality between us. It’s probably why I fell so in love with him. He is willing to put in the work just like me, and while our expectations may be high, both of us have always exceeded them.  “I’m ready for dessert,” I tell him taking his hand and hopping off the counter. Pulling him with me to my bedroom. The soft street lights flutter through the blinds and his hands still rest on my hips even as I move us to the bed, even from behind, I can feel him pressed into my back. 

“So you seem to have something in mind.” he mutters into my ear placing kisses along my sensitive neck. I can’t help but grin wildly. 

“I do, that video was very inspiring Mulder.” I say as I turn to face him my arms linking around his neck as I pull him down. 

“Scully as you know you have to be very very relaxed for this.” he says sobering up with a serious look on his face. 

I trace his chin reveling in the feel of his chin hairs against the tips of my fingers. 

“I know just the way to start,” my eyes meet his and the golden flakes in his dark brown eyes sparkle through. 

He chuckles and it’s a sound that I’ve come to love over the years. Mulder happy is one of the few things that can make anything seem better. Lately the happiness we have shared as fought back the darkness so much we are a little afraid of what the future holds. What terrible endeavour is on the horizon to make us pay for believing that we can truly just be together.  I slowly trace my fingers along his neck pulling his tie off with delicate precision. I’m undoing the buttons while Mulder still stares at the bed. 

“That's umm a pretty big piece there” he says gulping some air in concern.

 “Humm?” I turn looking back to the bed. 

I remember when I bought the dildo, after that case in Commity, when detective white made it clear to me that I needed to work on releasing the tension in my body in more productive ways. That fantasizing about Mulder needed to include a realistic item. I remember spending a good 20 minutes comparing different ones and sizes, wanting to find one that would match him the closest, which I know is a tad bit fucked up. But god I wanted him then so much. I knew I couldn’t jeopardize everything for us, didn’t think he really felt the same. Even if he knew then would we have been able to handle it? Over the last 3 years we have made huge strides in our partnership. Ones where before would have been demands of changing who we fundamentally are as people, but now those idoscrinies are something that we cherish about the other. A mutual acceptance of the other, this is who I am and it is a take it or leave it, and we both know we want to take it as far for as long as we can. I lean up on my tiptoes brushing my lips under his ear. 

“I wanted one that would match you” as I slide back down resumming unbuttoning his shirt the smirk on my face can’t be missed. 

He groans as he reaches forward slipping my skirt down along with my panties, I struggle with my blouse for just a second before he is unclasping my bra. He lifts me up in his arms, so effortlessly. Normally I would hate a man doing this, but with him it shows his love and devotion. He places my naked body on the bed and starts to let his lips decent on a path of his choosing. He knows exactly how to suck bite and tease every part of me, even if it’s only been a few months together. His body is also naked against mine, the hairs on his legs brushing against mine and I sigh in contentment. His fingers find my inner thighs and he takes his time massaging the skin, his lips find home sucking and biting both of my nipples alternating between them and then his tongue is slowly moving down to my stomach while his fingers brush my center. He parts me and I moan and wither a bit beneath him. The anticipation of this always shudders me to the core. He is of course wonderful at this, and as he smiles at me right before his head disappears between my thighs I want to scream as he licks me and sucks my clit into his mouth. He strokes me and it doesn’t take long before I’m panting and begging him not to stop. My release is fast and I’m practically gushing into his mouth while he moves his hand to gather my juices as he presses his fingers into my ass, god the pressure with the pleasure of his mouth still on me is euphoric. I’m panting his name as he pulls me to be on top of him. He is covering the dildo in lube and making sure to cover my ass as well. He is moving slowly, he double checks with me again as he holds his cock in one hand at my entrance. I nod eagerly awaiting him. I am not disappointed in any way he is smooth in a solid up stroke he is completely engulfed in me. I sigh happily. He pumps in and out at a slow pace, letting me feel every ridge of his cock as he slides in and out. He is waiting for just a moment for me to relax against him as he slides just the tip of the dildo into my ass. I whimper at the pressure but between his cock and the dildo the pleasure that is shooting through my body is undeniable. I’ve already come once for him, and the building of the second might be the best one I’ve ever experienced. He pushes just a little more of the dildo inside and I moan his name into the hair. Because he spent so much time getting me ready all that fills my brain is intense pleasure. When I did this in college it wasn’t nearly this good. Sure it was still fun, the man I was with teased my clit while he pumped my ass. But I’ve never had both a dildo and a cock before and while I am definitely enjoying every moment of this, the intensity is almost overwhelming. Mulder seems to notice my discomfort and slows his thrusts down. He is panting and I can tell from the way he has stretched me he is pretty close, he is still moving slowly in and out but has stopped moving the dildo. 

“Are you? Should I..?” 

I look at him and shift slightly sending the dildo deeper into me and I can’t help the scream that bubbles to the surface. My eyes go wide for a second and I slam myself down on Mulders cock as I come so hard I think I might pass out. Mulder is a little stunned and groans deeply before he lets himself go, pumping into me without mercy as he moves the dildo back and forth at a slower pace. I can’t help put dig my nails into his shoulder as my orgasm takes hold and clenches down like a vice on his cock. I’m moaning his name incoherently and I feel him pound one last time and release into me. I want to lay back and recover and I squeeze his shoulder so he can take the dildo out as I collapse back onto the bed. Sweat is shining on both our skins and I’m still seeing spots. I pull him into my arms moving my body so that I can be cradled in his side. 

“Mulder,” I mutter barely able to move as I feel the stickiness between my legs. 

“Jesus, Scully.. We can’t.. That was just a little too intense…” I nod eagerly against him. 

“I enjoyed it but it’s definitely not something I think we should do a lot of,” he rubs his face 

“at the end.. I just I didn’t have enough control.. And fuck I could have really hurt you.” 

he looks at me with a level of fear I have seen only a few times in the years together. I lean up and kiss him 

“Mulder,” I turn his face to meet mine.

 “I wanted this, and you could never hurt me,” he cups my cheek the loving man as he leans forward and kisses me nice and slow. As our heart beats race down to a sedated level. 

“Any other porn type activity that I need to worry about Scully?” 

I can’t help but bite my lip and grin. 

“You know we do have handcuffs,” his eyes shoot up to mine. 

I can’t help the cheshire cat grin. He swallows hard, 

“I don’t know if I can cuff you scully,” I scoff at him. 

“Oh no Mulder, those cuffs are for you.” 

My wicked smile gets a bubbled up laugh from him. 

“You always keep me guessing Scully.” 

I leaned forward tracing the scar on his shoulder from the bullet I put through him. “I always will.”

[serendipityswift]

first impressions of lover

ok i’m going to write down my first impressions to each of the songs; mostly for my own good and to get some of these feelings out 

i forgot that you existed: bop! girl is over everything that’s happened to her. it truly feels like her moving on from reputation. she’s still singing about what she sang about in rep, but it just feels lighter? she’s no longer hurting, she truly can’t give a shit about people who fucked her over anymore. 

fav lyric: in my feelings more than drake, so yeah 

cruel summer: single material if i’ve ever heard one! i swear to god if this is another getaway car situation omg... i fucking love this song so fucking much. like, it doesn’t sound sad, but once you hear the lyrics, damn it hurts. she still thinks she’s bad news, like her loving someone will only hurt that person... yeah, ouch. i think sometimes we forget how hard it must’ve been for her to get together with joe, to allow herself to open up again, but this song really shows it. definitely teared up knowing, even just half, of the situation she was in. 

fav lyric: i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you / devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes 

lover: one of my immediate favs on the album. for obvious reasons. my first impression was literally just sobbing lmfao, and being happier for her than i’ve ever really been for myself. 

fav lyric: with every guitar string scar on my hand i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover 

the man: this was one of the song i was most excited for! and she absolutely did not disappoint. like, honestly, looking at her career and the way the media and people perceive her... just imagine if she was a man. look at how fucking successful she is, and the hate she gets, just imagine if she was a man? and it’s things every woman fears, it’s thoughts we all have. the lyrics are so smart and powerful and so, incredibly, true - even if society refuses to admit it. it’s like blank space, but even more mature and just so, insanely smart. also, her use of ‘bitch’ in this song? absolute genius. 

fav lyric: i’m so sick of running as fast as i can, wondering if i’d get there quicker if i was a man / if i was flashing out my dollars, i’d be a bitch not a baller 

the archer: immediately one of my favourite songs she’s ever put out, and still one of my favourites on this album. i’ve never related to a song so much before tbh, like, it may not seem like her saddest song ever, but when it describes everything you’ve been feeling for the last 4 years... it hurts more than any breakup song. the buildup and structure of this song is incredible, and i can’t stress how important it is to me enough. i want to cry every single time i listen to this song sigh, but i’m so grateful to finally have it into words. 

fav lyric: who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay? / all my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you / they see right through me, can you see right through me? / all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again / all of my enemies started out friends / cruelty wins in the movies, i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you 

i think he knows: what a fucking bop omg. the sexual innuendos? yes. combined with the innocence? incredible. a little tongue and cheek, makes me smile and bop along to it. the lust and attraction and just all the cute feelings towards someone that we all know. 

fav lyric: lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh, we can follow the sparks, i’ll drive

miss americana and the heartbreak prince: ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS ON THE ALBUM, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS OF ALL TIME. i sobbed my eyes out listening to it, sobbing listening to it again. it describes the fear we all felt in 2016, even someone living hours and hours and hours away in nz. the fear we felt for the world and those around us, the anger and fear we still feel every single day. it’s the pain we don’t know how to vocalise, scared we’ll say something wrong and literally get hurt. she’s so brave, this song is so brave. this song is metaphorically, lyrically and sonically incredible. it’s just insane. 

fav lyric: the whole school is rolling fake dice, you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes / i’m feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed. boys will be boys then, where are the wise men?  

paper rings: what. a. fucking. bop. i can’t stop smiling and singing along even though idk the lyrics yet. also, all the references to old songs? and lowkey get fearless vibes but idk if i’m just too tired from it being almost 1am. i adore every single thing about this song. it’s realising you feel more for someone than you thought you did, then realising they’re the person you want to be with for the rest of your life. it’s literally everything. also, the stalking on the internet line? as relatable as any deepcut lyric she’s ever written. 

fav lyric: i like shiny things, but i’ll marry you with paper rings / i’m with you even if it makes me blue

cornelia street: i already knew this was coming, but this is 500% one of my favourite fucking songs of all time. sobbed my eyes out. still crying listening to this again for the second time. the references to other songs, the story of us? god. it describes everything you fucking feel when you just feel so damn much for a person. loving someone so much that a city becomes them, the city that she first arrived in single and represented her freedom. it now is him. when you love someone so fucking much that you know if, just if, they leave you; you’ll be broken forever. and it isn’t like every other time, it’s harder and they hold more of you than you ever thought someone could. it’s running because you’re so scared they’ll leave and you’ll lose everything, then coming back because you trust them enough to think that they’ll stay. but you’re still so fucking scared because they truly have all of you. 

fav lyric: i hope i never lose you, hope it never ends, i’d never work cornelia street again / sacred new beginnings that became my religion, listen 

death by a thousand cuts: i was mesmerised by this song. it’s a ‘happy’ sounding sad song. which i love. the juxtaposition of it all. also the entire second verse is literally one of my favourite things i’ve ever heard so tbh that entire verse is my favourite lyric. also, i kind of want someone to sing this as a sad ballad and see what it’s like ahahha 

fav lyric: my heart, my hips, my body, my love, trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch / our country, guess it was a lawless land / why are my fears at the touch of your hands? / paper cut stains from my paper-thin plans / my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust, trying to find a part of me you didn't take up / gave you so much, but it wasn't enough / i'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts

london boy: ALL THE LONDON AND ENGLISH REFERENCES I CAN’T. as someone that lives in nz, the language she uses is so fucking funny and cute i can’t. also i keep thinking how ed taught her some of these things ahahha. and the nod to p!atd with “don’t threaten me with a good time” is so amazing. her reference to rugby? i’m taking all this luck by taylor and sending it to the all blacks thanks 

fav lyric: doesn't have to be louis v up on bond street just wanna be with you

soon you’ll get better: i already knew what this song was going to be about, but that didn’t stop my heart from literally shattering into a million pieces. andrea is so important to each of us, i cherish the day i met her and held her hand like no other, just imagine what she means to taylor. she was there when taylor had no one, when she felt so alone. andrea is so special, and it is just so fucking unfair that she needs to go through this. i hope, pray, anything that andrea can get better soon, make a full recovery. and i hope her entire family is okay. they’re all so loved, so incredibly loved. but, cancer, i just wish i knew how to beat it and can take all this pain away. i can’t even listen to it a second time right now because i’m too much of a wreck. that’s how much it hurts. i love taylor for sharing this with us. i love that taylor loves us enough to share this with us. 

fav lyric: but who am i supposed to talk to? what am i supposed to do if there is no you? / i’ll paint the kitchen neon, i’ll brighten up the sky, i know i’ll never get it, there’s not a day i don’t try 

false god: this is one of my favourite songs. it’s so perfectly simple. it’s exactly what this album needs. the religious references throughout this album is incredible, and the idea that their love itself is a greater force is so beautiful and incredible. it’s knowing that even though their love isn’t perfect, it’s what they choose. 

fav lyric: and i can't talk to you when you're like this, staring out the window like i’m not your favorite town. i'm new york city. i'd still do it for you, babe / and you can't talk to me when I'm like this, daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you. you’re the west village. you still do it for me, babe 

you need to calm down: this beat cannot get unstuck from my head once it’s in there. and the music video is one of my favourites of all time, the amount of gay power? legendary. it’s not just about the lgbtq+ community though, it’s about everyone and acceptance and not caring about the shitty views around us, because they’re wrong and they don’t matter. it’s so wonderfully patronising to the ignorant people in the world and i love it. 

fav lyric: you would rather be in the dark ages making that sign, must’ve taken all night 

afterglow: i love this song, and i love how this is at the latter part of the album. it’s fighting knowing they’re the one for you, after knowing they’re your lover and paper rings. it’s taking responsibility for when you fuck up because you can’t stop your mind from spiralling. you can hear the anxiety in the lyrics and the pain knowing you’re hurting someone you love, but you can also hear the surety in the song that they’ll be okay, and that’s so fucking beautiful. 

fav lyric: why’d i have to break what i love so much?

ME!: taylor + panic i’m- they’re two of my favourite artists. this song by itself isn’t my favourite, but in the album, it suddenly all makes sense. this song is actually so catchy and uplifting and makes me smile. and it’s so weird listening to it without the “hey kids! spelling is fun!” ahhaha 

fav lyric: babydoll when it comes to a lover, i promise that you’ll never find another like me 

it’s nice to have a friend: this is so fucking cute i can’t even. i live for the simplicity of this. it’s just everything to me. the instrumental in the middle, the church bell sounds in the back, everything has changed mv vibes. mary’s song vibes. it’s so incredibly unique and special i love it. 

fav lyric: light pink sky up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew. 20 questions, we tell the truth

daylight: i’m so fucking proud of her. another song i sobbed my way through. she managed to write 3 years of experiences into less than 5 minutes. the references to red? she knew exactly how that will cut us, and how she once had this idealised, dramatic version of love. when she finally found the real deal, she realised it’s just golden. it’s light and different to anything she could’ve ever even imagined. it reminds me that there’s light at the end of the tunnel, even if i can’t always believe it. even though the darkness felt like 20 years for her, now she only sees daylight. not because things are perfect, but things are better. i can’t imagine a more perfect way for the album to end. 

fav lyric: i’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye / you are what you love / i once believed love would be burning red but it’s golden 

i can’t say whether lover is my favourite album yet, but it’s a special album that’s for sure. every song belongs there, and it tells a story unlike any she’s told before. there’s every spectrum of love on here, and everything just feels so real and personal; because she’s finally found the love she’s been writing about her whole life.  

[readychilledwine]

thick thighs with stretch marks and cellulite?...

You mean thighs so delicious tights get runs in them?

Thighs so thick that fishnets have to be ordered with pre-made cut outs or they'll be ruined quickly?

Thighs so yummy I think about why I don't have wife instead of a baby daddy.

Again. I am better than no man. Your thick thighs with cellulite and stretch marks have my attention.

[ongnable]

Okay I think I need your help! I started following Wanna One few weeks ago and I don't know what to watch to know them better! (I discovered them after being forced by my friend to watch Master Key 😂) so yeah I went around YouTube but if you can direct me to "worthy" content I'll be glad! ((especially with Ong cause it was kinda love at first sight 💕)) thanks and love your blog ✨✨✨

Ong being loved is honestly such a mood

I’ll put everything in order so it’s easy to go through, and list mainly the OT11 stuff + links to eng sub! ^^

M/Vs

Energetic

Burn It Up

Beautiful (Movie ver.)this is not the full version which is almost 15 minutes long (and i’m still salty about the unequal screen-time); to fully understand the story - watch the ’prologue’ too!

Beautiful (Perf. ver.)

I Promise You (I.P.U.)a personal favourite; it’s honestly such a blessing for soft stans!

Boomerang

Shows (2017-8)

Broduce –is definitely more than ‘worthy’ since we not only got to meet W1 in their pre-debut states, but also a bunch of talented boys/men. I think that the main reason our ‘core’ fandom is so strongly bound is mainly because of PD101 and how well you get to know them since it’s filmed over such a long period. you can only fall deeper in love, and appreciate their hard work more and more each time you (re-)watch broduce~

Mnet Present –this was kind of an ‘intro to W1′ type of thing from Mnet before unveiling Energetic, but it’s kinda precious how you can tell that the boys were still a little awkward with some of the others they didn’t perform with during broduce and how being in W1 still hasn’t really hit them since it was filmed before they started promotions. not a must-watch but it’s lovely to look back on.

Wanna One Go S1 –season 1 only has 2 episodes, but it quenched the thirst for content before they’re debut! XD if you’ve seen the legendary ongniel date gifs, this is where it’s from!! the boys were paired with their ‘main ships’ from back in Broduce. This is also where we were first introduced to the legend that is Sungwoon’s grandpa!

Return of Superman! 194-195 –not OT11, but i love boys that play well with kids, so it can’t be helped XD be prepared to melt into a puddle of goo watching the kids play with mom-Jisung, the uncles, and big bro-Jihoonie~

Weekly Idol 315-316 –gave birth a myriad of inside jokes (including the X-thigh dance which brought out all the Nu’est W x W1 broduce feels). Daehwi also cemented his status as a girl group dance machine whilst the boys were just their normal meme-worthy selves

Happy Together (510-512) (521-522) (531-?)–this wasn’t OT11, but there are sooo many moments from HT (Minhyun’s text-hwang status and Ongniel making headlines for their ‘couple drama’? yaaaas)

Wanna City –Mnet knows that variety shows are very much where W1 belong, so of course between Wanna One Go S1 and S2 we get a lil something special XD Hyung vs. Maknae line interactions are always hilarious, and Ong’s losing streak from Master Key basically begun here X’D If there’s one cut to watch from this it’s ‘Annyeong Cleopatra’! 

Wanna One Go S2 –the one true mecca of W1-variety. the ‘must-watch’! if theres one thing on the list to watch it’s W1 Go S2!! Most of the gifs/moment videos you’ll see floating around will be from this~

Amigo TV –just the boys being their normal memey-selves with a lot of food involved!! (Dan was busy with It’s Dangerous Outside of the Blankets while this was filmed - which is also a must-watch for soft-Dan)

Outrageous Roommates –only ongnielhwan, but since you like Ong I’m rec-ing this!!!! Justice League team interactions are my fav and when you put the ultimate comedic trio of W1 together with other hilarious people (aka. Yook joongwan from Rose Motel); it’s just a great ‘feel good’ show to watch after a long day!

Other OT11 shows:I Can See Your Voice (OT11) // SNL (personally not a fan of SNL, i just get loads of second-hand embarrassment from their skits >

A few other recent shows with Ong:K-RUSH // Radio Star // Hello Counselor

Comeback-shows (+ debut)

1x1=1 (To Be One) Premier Showcon –a legendary debut showcase~ they debuted in Gocheok Sky Dome which is a first! they made history just by debuting

1-1=0 (Nothing Without You) Comeback Show –basically we watch the boys eat at the beginning, do a hidden camera and then we appreciate all the hard work they put into filming Beautiful even though so many of them got so little screen-time T^T

0+1=1 (I Promise You) Comeback Show –another bts of m/v filming as all comeback shows require~ W1 also prepared an event for fans (even tho Ong was Mc-ing and unable to attend the same time as others); which was super super sweet. Also- Wanna One karaoke + more Sungwoon’s adorable grandpa! XD

Other Performances

A Summer Story x Nayanahonestly speaking I’m not the biggest fan of this mix, but it’s OT11 and they looked really cute and the summery outfits suited them well since it was reminiscent of their 1x1 album Pink ver. outfits ~

Jaehwan’s Immortal Song Perfs (20170930) (20171118) –I have a weak spot for rocker!Jaehwan so I personally like the November perf more, but Mnet likes promoting ballad!Jaehwan >

“Comes And Goes” - Terius (aka. Hwang Minhyun) –woop, the mask fooled no one, naver blew up as soon as this ep (and the ep before) aired cuz everyone knew if was Minhyun X’D it’s even funnier because Daniel was on the panel!

La Dolce Vita –is a recent cover they did on Sugarman 2, and to me it is definitely worth watching if for nothing but them saying ‘señorita’

[fandomsimaginationstation]

L from death note, Haruhi from Ouran and Dagger and Doll from Black butler with a S/o who feels as though they aren't good enough or pretty enough for them? Like no one ever liked them before ajd they're just surprised someone likes them

This request has like all my favs?? A request with both Doll, Haruhi, Dagger, and L? SIGN ME UP. Hope you enjoy, babe!

The look on his partner’s face spoke more truth than their words would. They were captivated by something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, in a daze as they slouched uncomfortably, reminding him of a haze. L frowned, his thumb brushing his bottom lip as he edged closer to them, silently observing them for the past few moments and they still hadn’t bothered to notice.

Sure, he was endeavoring in his work for the past hour or so, but he still kept them close by to ensure they didn’t feel lonely. He even went as far to tell his significant other how he enjoyed their company, that it made him feel safe. L, in all his life, hadn’t felt safe. Not even before he was the legendary L. He spent his childhood only focused on furthering his gift that was recognized by many, but treated as an outcast to others. It made him feel insecure, and as he thought back to that feeling he came to the realization.

They didn’t feel safe with him - no, no, Y/N did feel safe with him, they didn’t feel secure. They didn’t feel secure in themselves.  But for what reason?

His thought process came to a halt as Y/N’s eyes shot a confused glossed over stare, asking the question in itself.

“Dear…” His arms dropped, hanging at his sides, knees at his chest in his default position, “Why are you insecure?”

By the look on their face, if his partner had been drinking something, they would’ve spat it out. They silently knew there was no way getting around the question would solve anything, as he was the great L. Master of all deductions. And he found it out without so much as a clue.

A drawn in sigh left their forehead in deep wrinkles, frown deepening, and the bags under their eyes creasing as they offered a soft murmur.

“I don’t know… I just am, and I just feel like. . L, don’t you want someone else? You know someone a little prettier, a little smarter? Someone who’s worthy of you?”

What a stupid question, L thought. Why would he need someone smarter, or prettier, when he had Y/N? If anything, at times he believed he was the lucky one for finding such a keeper, but unfortunately they felt so low about themselves not to see that.

“Y/N, I don’t like to repeat myself so please keep this in mind if this issue arises again. . You have thoroughly showed me how genuinely amazing you are, time and time again, you’re far too beautiful in both personality and physically for me to want someone else, and half the time you outsmart me. Now how am I ever going to find someone better than Y/N?”

And with that, the issue was never brought up again as it was proven just how L feels about that sentiment.

~

Haruhi’s hair was neatly combed back, but more thoroughly than usual to expose those big brown eyes that were so adored by Y/N. For such a long time, Y/N had admired the beauty of the girl, loving the way Haruhi was gifted with such a spectacular talent at accepting people no matter what they looked like or identified themselves as. She was more blase about certain topics but the way her eyes brightened when standing up for those she cared about was what really got Y/N going.

The small female then cleared her throat, her hands nervously clasped together as she finished her sentiment, “And that is exactly how I feel about you, Y/N-chan.” A forced smile was given on her end, giving Y/N the signal she was over.

You were utterly speechless. Haruhi Fujioka, a girl who dressed as the opposite sex without a care to give about it, having charmed multiple girls and a few of the Hosts along with that, had just confessed to you. By the looks of it, she even had gotten dolled up for you, as she wore an ironed skirt and a button up dress shirt, making her even more captivating looking. You had been in love with her for as long as you could remember, only falling more deeply once you found out her true gender, but here she was.

It felt surreal and made you feel sick.

You felt sick because it was like a dream come true, but like it was supposed to be some kind of sick joke. Your hands shook as you avoided eye contact, your bottom lip trembling and scared tears were going to run down your face.

Luckily, that didn’t happen.

Knowing you were driving Haruhi crazy not knowing your answer, you quietly asked, “Is this a joke, Fujioka?”

“What? No! What kind of person do you think I am- I just really care about you, Y/N. You make me happy and I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

Your eyes narrowed, as you turned to gaze at her, “Really? But everyone loves you, you’re so pretty and classy, even the Hosts like you. You deserve someone who’s good enough for you. No one likes me. No one’s ever liked me. You deserve someone everyone likes.” You concluded your speech confidently, fully prepared for her to agree and come to her senses, but instead you felt a small hand clasp your own and you met the eyes that made you melt.

“You don’t get it, do you, L/N-chan? It doesn’t matter who likes me, or who likes you, or what your social standing is, or what mine is. All that matters is that we’re two people who care about each other and are fully ready to make each other happy. Can I make you happy?”

Biting your lip, you nodded eagerly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you murmured, “You already have.”

~

The audience roared in applause as Beast finished up her act with Betty, the act that she could tame a tiger was truly magnificent, but you weren’t focused on that. Instead, you felt yourself becoming more and more jealous as you watched her. Her thighs proportionate with her body, falling in beautiful curves and skin an olive color, while her tummy was flat and her bust large. Her lips were vibrant and classic, her hair falling in perfect curls and eyes that struck you as something out of a dream. You weren’t thinking these things out of love, but more of jealousy. As much you appreciated Beast and her friendship, at times you felt that Dagger did deserve someone like her.

Someone as pretty and extraordinary as her, right? After all, he did give up on trying to get her to like him and settled for you. When he first confessed you were shocked, but happy, but overtime your happiness shifted into that of guilt. You felt as though you were keeping him from his happiness.

After all, maybe Beast could be harboring feelings for him this whole time and the two of them didn’t even know. Maybe she was keeping it a secret since you were his significant other, you weren’t sure. Your imagination wandered more and more as you stared at the girl you deemed worthy for Dagger, before two arms snaked around your waist, shuffling you closer as a head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Hey blondie,” you murmured, your tone sounding nothing less than exasperated, “How you doin’?”

“Doin’ mighty fine, suga’, s’pecially since I gotta ‘uch a cute brod with me.” As he muttered that statement into your ear, you found yourself frowning before quickly changing the subject.

“Isn’t she just amazing?” You urged Dagger, eying the dark haired female that he once proclaimed love to, trying to get him to agree with you so once and for all you knew that he deserved and longed for someone much better than you.

“She sure is somethin’,” Sighed the blonde, toying with his tinged streak of navy, “But not somethin’ I want. I got me you and that’s all I’ll ever need.”

You gently nudged him off of you at that statement, your brows furrowed, perplexed by the statement. You were slightly agitated he didn’t just do you a favor and tell you the truth.

Noticing your change in behavior, he gently began to rub circles into your shoulder with the tips of his fingers; all in an attempt to soothe the internal conflict you were going through.

“Did I say somethin’ wrong, Y/N?”

He was just so darn sweet, wasn’t he? Constantly worrying if he was managing to please you, when you should be focused on pleasing him. You were to your wits end with him most of the time only because of how perfect he could be. He had unremarkable beauty, and talent, and you couldn’t help but feel he deserved someone who matched that.

“No, no, it’s not you. It’s not you at all.” You started in. “Something has been on my mind lately though, I need to get it off my chest. I’ve been thinking, and… maybe we’re not right for each other–”

“What?!” Melodrama ensues instantly from in, tears already beginning to form.

“No, Dagger, wait until I–”

“No, Y/N! No! I love you more than anything! Please, I-I’ll try to be a better boyfriend! I’m sorry for not treating you as good as you shoul–”

“Dammit, Dagger, will you just listen to me? It has nothing to do with you. I just think you deserve someone who’s good enough for you. Much prettier, and smarter, and actually, y’know, talented. That would be for the best.”

Dagger’s stunned by your words, but perplexed at the same time. He turns from your gaze, before tears roll down his cheeks and he stares at the ground for a long time before knowing he had gathered everything he wanted to say. He feels like the guilty one now, knowing that his partner has felt this way all this time and he hasn’t done enough to convince them otherwise.

“Y/N, now I see why ya been mentionin’ Beast so much lately, I been thinking you were ready to leave me for ‘er. This makes a lot more sense. . You’re hardly ever wrong, but this time you’re the farthest from the truth. I’ve never had anythin’ to call my own, or anyone who wanted to call me their own. But every since I met you, and you made me feel wanted and I wanted you so very badly, I knew that I could never lose that feelin’ again, you hear me? I’m not going to lose it, and I won’t lose you. I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.”

~

“You’re not good enough for her. You know it, don’t you? She’s been blessed with beauty I can’t describe and she’s got a laugh that makes me so happy I think I might cry. She claims to love you, but she shouldn’t love you. She deserves someone better. Everyone’s repulsed by you, she doesn’t deserve someone like that. She’s going to realize it soon.” You said these words without thought to your reflection, twisting and squeezing sides of your body you thought were too big and harbored too much fat in some areas, while jabbing at areas that lacked enough balance and you grimaced entirely. Your face you hardly bothered to look at, there was too much in that area to dislike.

You whole heartedly believed that this was true. Why would Doll want someone like you? You had been confused ever since the confession that spilled out, all in an accident while the other crew members laughed and teased her as her face shined brighter than a Christmas ornament. You remember the warmness and embarrassment that washed in you all at once after that moment. But even then you were plagued with a yearning for her. A yearning for her to have her happiness fulfilled.

“You really think that’s going to happen? Why do you say that about yourself?” Tears streaked Doll’s face as you turned, ashamed to face her and bewildered all at once.

You hadn’t thought she was going to hear it. You needed someone to vent to about it, and since you had no one besides Doll, you talked to your reflection. You immediately regretted the words as you saw how much misery it brought the angel-like trapeze artist.

“It’s… It’s true!” You broke down into sobs now, the both of you crying due to the fact you couldn’t stand seeing the sight of each other in pain.

Doll allowed her emotions to seep down her cheeks, before she eventually closed the space between the two of you in a hug. It remained like that for what felt like hours until the both of you calmed.

She rubbed your back as she began to reply in a much more somber and saddened tone, “I had no idea ya ‘elt like ‘at. Y’re so kind, and sweet, and cute, and I’d never see why anyone would be repulsed by ya. Y’re everything I coulda hoped for. Please don’t think that way of ya’self. Please.”

[readychilledwine]

Who doesnt like thighs tf🤣😌😌

Thighs are just an amazing part of the human body.

They're powerful, they're sexy, they look good in tight jeans, skirts, dresses, etc. They look great with or without tattoos.

Thighs are unrated. We should all love them more.