#mind she's still sneaking a peek 👀👀👀

[queen-scribbles]

WELL since the screenshots I thought I got on Hoth didn't actually take, enjoy picturing Seth running around the ice ball of the galaxy dressed like this

while Vette is huddled up in the polar explorer parka and wondering why she's attracted to this crazy man😂

[lavishl0ve]

🩸Johnny Slaughter x Fem Reader 🩸

! Part 3 ! (This one contains smut 👀)

Another part/continuation of my story, these parts can always be individually read but I do recommend reading the others b4 hand as I make some references throughout. (They aren’t needed to understand though). Enjoy !!

(btw I finally figured out font and stuff! Yay! so hopefully this is more appealing. still tryna figure this out lol)

Part 3: Stars

3 months… It's been three months since the cellar. Since that day, that conversation. With each passing day, each talk, I find my heart warming toward Johnny. Why? I don’t know. He sneaks me around most of the time, mainly just trying to avoid The Cook. Sissy and I are on good terms now after her apology. Well I mean if you can call it that.

“Sorry, but chu’ deserved it.”

Yeah. But at least it was something. Life on the ranch isn’t terrible. As long as I ignore what happens behind closed doors. I try to at least, the last thing I want is Johnny changing his mind about me. I sit on the stool of the beaten up vanity in the small room they gave me. No widows, constant splinters from the wood floor, and major dust. But it’s better than the cellar. But not much different since he locks it every night. I guess he can’t trust me yet. I wouldn’t either. I slipped into the silk nightgown Sissy gave me, three light knocks emerged from the other side of the door. I began climbing into bed looking behind me, Johnny cracks the door open.

“Johnny..?” I ask, “Why are you still up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugs.

I give him a light nod as I pull my covers back. He sighs.

“Come with me?” He questions.

I looked behind to see him, leaned against the doorway. He just watches waiting for a response, I pull my covers back up putting my pillows back into place walking towards him and give him a small smile. He scoffs in amusement leaning off the doorframe and starts walking toward the backyard. He opens the creaking door, unfazed anyone could wake and see us. The cold air immediately envelops my body. The silk isn’t helping much either. Grass tickles between my feet with each step I take, he leads us towards his shed again. Walking toward the old, white chevy he puts the cargo bed down and motions from me to jump in the back. He follows me shortly, I lay flat staring at the night sky, clouds clear, the stars twinkle in unison. It’s such a sight. Something so beautifully far away. I wish I could touch them. Johnny leans against the back of the truck, lighting a cigarette. I look up towards him and scoot back as well. He puffs his cigarette, then motions it toward me. The tobacco coats the inside of my mouth. I'd never like smoking but every now and then it’s okay. You pass it back to him.

“Aren’t they so pretty?”

“Hm.?” Johnny asks, hitting the cigarette again.

“The stars.”

Silence lingers for a second, his eyes are on you.

“I suppose’.”

You look at him, your eyes lock. You can’t seem to look away, his dark eyes bore into your soul. He licks his lips.

“Ain’t prettier than you though’.”

You blush looking away, he always makes small little remarks that end up with you being flustered. Hopefully he couldn’t see it (he can). He laughs, moving a piece of your hair to see your face.

“Naw’ I’m serious.” He raises his eyebrows.

He makes me face him. Oh god. His eyes are brewing, so desperate they dig into your stomach leaving a settling pit. We just stare. The tension, unbreakable. I breathe deep.

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I stop at the door, lingering for a moment. I raise my fist knocking lightly. Three times. I wait for a response, nothin’. I unlock the door, she stands near the edge of her bed pulling the sheets back. Just in time. Her hair is brushed on one side, her eyes peek over.

“Johnny..?” she silently asks.

Fuck. Each time she says my name like that something turns inside me. So innocent, so blind.

“Why are you still up?”

“Mmm.” I growl, looking for an answer.

I only wanted to see her, be with her. Alone.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

She nods climbing into bed.

“Wanna come with me?”

She rises, the nightgown hugs her body, flowing like water as she approaches. No. Not yet.

“Cmon’.” I notion.

Walking down the corridor I hear her light steps behind me. I open the door towards the back. It’s cold tonight. I guide her towards the shed, unbuckling the cargo bed of my car that’s parked on the side. I climb in shortly after her. She lays there staring at the sky. I stare at her. The moon paints a perfect spotlight illuminating her face, the stars twinkle in her eyes. It only adds on more.

“Aren’t they so pretty?”

“Hm.?” I question.

Whatever she was saying before I hadn’t paid attention to. I get lost in her. What is happening to me?

“The stars.”

I don’t bother to look up, not like they could compare.

I give her slight agreement. She looks back towards me again. Those eyes, like a helpless deer. I can’t help but stare into them.

“But they ain’t prettier than you.”

She turns away flustered. I scoff. She becomes so affected by my words. I turn her face toward me. Her face painted red she stares at me in shock, like a lost bunny. A bunny that needs direction.

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Fuck it. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull his face into mine. Our lips collide harshly, he ravenges for me, forcing me to crawl back against the side of the truck. He’s aggressive and eager. Was he waiting for this? I gasp for fresh air, he tastes like whiskey and smoke, it invades all my senses. He groans into my lips, then bites, breaking skin. I gasp in shock, Johnny savors the droplets of red that bleed from my lips. He drags his lips towards the nape of my neck.

“You taste so fuckin’ good.” he whispers.

My chest heaves and falls heavily as he hovers over me and glides his lips toward my collarbone, warm on my cold skin. He breathes in my aroma. Breath cold as he breathes out. His hand travels up my nightgown twirling the fabric of my panties in his index finger, slowly pulling it down. Another deep breath. He works his way down, shoving the silk fabric upwards, giving him access to all of me. He coats me with his tongue, rubbing against all my sensitive parts, light moans escape from me. I feel his smirk upturning against me. He takes his fingers and starts to work them inside of me, curving them hitting the best parts. Fuck. He was experienced. He watches me squirm, smirking at my pleasure.

“Shit-“ I moan, “Johnny…”

He nudges his face back into the nape of my neck, his hot breath against my ear-

“Fuckin’ take it.”

He speeds up the movement of his digits, I lift myself off the bed, arching in bliss when he suddenly pulls out leaving an empty feeling. I gasp lightly.

“Not yet.” He growls.

I watch him crawl backward, hand cupping my face as he inserts his thumb into my mouth, the other undoing his belt buckle.

“You look so damn pretty under me Darlin’.”

He throws his belt on the far left side of us, I look up at him expectantly, almost pleading. He strokes himself under his black boxers.

“Beg for it.” His voice penetrates me.

“Johnny.” My heart drops.

He turns his head slightly, squinting his eyes. They turn black, growing red with passion, pride, hunger- like he was the wolf and I was the prey. That’s what it was wasn’t it? But I'd rather be devoured than continue my life in fear, defenseless.

“I need you- so bad.” I whine. “ All of you.”

That’s all it took for him to crash back into my neck, kissing, marking, this time he bites down harder, canines digging into me, I whimper as he teases my entrance. I feel the warm liquid running down towards my chest, him licking each drop. I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my nails into his back trying to counterfeit the pain. He thrusts into me hard. Gasping for air, I melt into him. I become a mess of pain and pleasure, Johnny relishes in it. He picks up his pace, pounding violently, and rapidly. His thick shaft stretches me out with each enter and exit he makes. Hitting my clit each time he re-enters.

“Fuck-“ He pants. “So tight for me sweetheart.”

Moans unconsciously voice from me, I cover my mouth hoping to avoid disturbance. Johnny reached his right hand to drag my palms away.

“I wanna hear you scream for me.”

I stare at him lost in euphoria, he moves his hand grasping my throat, squeezing harder he leans into my face.

“Scream.” He threatens.

With each continuation of his thrusts agitation grows deeper toward my stomach. His hand cutting off my airway- the stars double overlapping one another. Vision becomes foggy, pain seeps from his inflictions, pleasure runs through my veins and wetness drips from beneath me. Climax approaches and I can't contain myself, I sob for his satisfaction. Relief washes over me as he cures my cries continually thrusting. His pace becomes quicker than before, eager to dig deeper into me, to split me apart- I push against his chest, overstimulated hoping for escape. He smirks looking down upon me.

“I ain’t done with chu’ yet.”

Pounding once more- my eyes roll, back arching into him, I grip onto his wrist holding my throat down, marking him with my nails once more. With a final thrust he collapses on top of me, releasing his hand- I gasp for air. The scent of sex fills the cold night as we both pant heavily. I stare up into the stars, the beautiful things I wish I could have touched. I reach out stroking Johnny's hair as he catches his breath above me, but maybe the beautiful things are in front of me.

[gurugirl]

no good boy today? 😭

can you give us another sneak peek to give us something to hang on to until monday?

No not today my love! I'm still writing the final scene but I'm like 98% done and then I have to go back in and fill in some details and then edit, etc. It's just too much to finish today.

But I'm happy to give you another sneaky! This one's a little sweeter than the last one. Enjoy! 1.3k words below 👀

sneak peek from part 5 of A Good Boy below the cut

Y/n connected her cellphone to the speaker and put on music she had in her saved favorites. A random mix really.

Harry watched her walk across the stones to the outdoor mini fridge and pull out a bottle of beer before turning to him with a brow raised, “Want a beer?”

He nodded as he pulled himself out of the water and began to walk toward her.

She did well not to stare at his wet body as she handed him the cold bottle.

“Surprised you didn’t go out with Tyler. Seemed like you would have enjoyed seeing that girl tonight.” Y/n spoke as she sat down on the chair next to her book.

Harry took the lounge next to hers and put his feet up as he took a swig from the bottle.

“Yeah. I would have enjoyed seeing her. She was really nice.”

“So why didn’t you? This is your vacation, Harry. You should enjoy it.”

Harry leaned his head back into the chair and turned to look at Y/n, “I am enjoying it. Maybe another night I’ll go out. Last night was too much for me.”

They sat silently for a bit as Y/n picked her book back up and tried to concentrate on the words on the page but her mind was racing.

When the next song came on, it had changed the mood entirely. A slow song and the lyrics were maybe somewhat ironic given their circumstance.

Harry stood from his chair and stretched his arms overhead before taking down the last of his beer.

“You done with yours?” He gestured toward her bottle.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks, Harry.” She was about to pick up the bottle to hand to him but he reached across her and picked it up. Their faces coming within just inches. He’d done it on purpose. But she didn’t say anything as he straightened himself and took the bottles to the trash.

She looked back down at her book but the lyrics of the song and Harry’s fit body were far more interesting to her.

“You’re staring,” Harry spoke through his smile.

Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes, “No. No, I’m not.” But she didn’t remove her eyes from his frame as she grinned.

Harry kept his gaze set on hers as he adjusted his swim trunks, plucking at the fabric near his crotch where the lining was irritating his skin. He’d done that on purpose too. A reminder to her of what she was missing out on.

She tried not to imagine him without the shorts. She knew what he looked like underneath.

Blinking her eyes she looked down at her lap and took a breath.

“So, Tyler’s having fun. He brought that girl back yesterday and now he’s out with another tonight. Quite the ladies' man,” Y/n tried changing the subject or at least the trajectory of where her mind was beginning to wander.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Harry shrugged as he plopped back down onto the chair and stretched his arms behind his head. “Kind of funny…” Harry chuckled, not finishing his thought.

Y/n turned to look at him, “What’s funny?”

Harry’s bright eyes binged on her exposed skin, “Cause I should be out with him. Bambi was cute. Coulda had fun. Yet, here I am.”

Nodding she turned to face him, putting her feet onto the stone below the chair, “You should have gone. It would have been good. You can still go you know.” “Would it be? Is that what you want?” Harry mimicked her stance, turning himself and putting his feet onto the stone, their knees facing one another.

“What I want? What do you mean?”

Harry’s pink lips opened and then closed as he considered his words, “Want me to go out and have fun with someone else? Someone who’s not you?”

Y/n shook her head and looked away from his deep gaze. Of course, she didn’t want that. What she wanted wasn’t fair. Wasn’t right.

She stood up so she could pace. To put some distance between her and Harry because even though he was a couple of feet from her it was too close. But she didn’t get far when she felt his hand on her hip and he was standing over her, “That’s what you want?”

It wasn’t fair. Her feelings weren’t fair. The way he felt for her wasn’t fair. Nothing about their situation was fair.

She looked up at him and the slow riff of the new song made their proximity feel even more intense. It just wasn’t fair.

“Stop, Harry. You already know the answer.”

When his other hand landed on her hip and pulled her in so she couldn’t back away from him he shook his head, “I do know the answer. That’s why I’m here. With you. Because we want the same thing. Don’t we?”

She dropped her eyes toward his chest, just about where his heart would be. The heart she longed to keep for herself. The most tender heart she’d ever known.

She nodded but did not look up at him. Because it wasn’t fair. Her answer wasn’t fair. His feelings weren’t fair.

“See? You’re just torturing yourself, Y/n. Torturing me. I need you in a way I’ve never needed anything, and I know it’s the same for you. Please look at me.”

Harry didn’t know he could be so relentless about something. He was generally very easygoing and didn’t bother to push anyone in the way he did with Y/n. But it was different. Because he knew they had something special. Something rare.

Slowly she gave in and looked up at him again, bringing her hands up to his chest, palms flat. He looked down at her hands and then back up to her eyes, “Can you feel my heart?”

She nodded as Harry took one of his hands and pressed it over the back of hers to hold her palm in place. The unmistakable thudding of his muscular organ below vibrated against her skin, “It doesn’t do that with anyone else.”

She didn’t want to cry. Didn’t want to let her feelings overwhelm her like they had been since she broke it off. Wanted to keep strong. Didn’t want to give in. Didn’t want to not give in.

“I know you feel the same way. Why are you doing this?”

She let out a shaky breath and blinked her eyes, “Because we can’t.”

“Y/n… I’m…” he shook his head and took a deep breath, “I need you to be honest. Because I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’m going crazy. Tell me you don’t want me.”

“That’s not fair.” Her words were a whisper.

“If you can’t tell me you don’t want me I’m never gonna be able to move on from you, Y/n.”

Harry brought his hands up to her face, not allowing her the chance to look away from him.

“I can’t.”

“Y/n… there’s not a single part of me that doesn’t want every single part of you. It’s only going to get worse. Tell me now you don’t want me. Before I kiss you.” His nose was pressed into her cheekbone as he closed his eyes. He could tell her breath was deepening. Her fingers softly stroked the skin and hair of his chest.

“Harry… please… don’t…” she couldn’t ever tell him she didn’t want him. She should tell him so that they could put an end to all of it. Tell him she never wanted him. Tell him it never meant anything to her. But how could she when that was the furthest thing from the truth? Her heart couldn’t let her speak those things aloud to him. Couldn’t utter those lies.

“Say it and I’ll stop. Say it, Y/n. Put me out of misery. Let me move on if you don’t want me. Say it and I’ll leave you alone for good.”

What do you think will happen?

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[sisterofficerlucychen]

me looking at the clock like 👀  because will i get this valentine's day one shot posted that is literally a year late up in time? we shall see alksdjfsdla lmao.

here's a little sneak peek 😉 

“What did Noah mean when he said that Bradford?” “Hmm?” Lucy stirs against his chest. Dark eyes flutter lazily as a soft sigh leaves her lips still half asleep as Tim draws circles mindlessly against her bare shoulder blade.  His touch almost rhythmic, just enough to threaten to lull her back to sleep if he doesn’t stop soon. She’s in that perfect state of blissed, completely sated but worn out enough to easily need a few more hours of sleep and she blames him completely for it. It was hands down the best Valentine’s Day ever. The gold plated necklace, a fancy (and romantic) dinner, the continuation of the mind blowing sex. Lucy had been left without words when he warned she’d “need that fuel for later” but she underestimated how much he meant it.  Judging by how fragments of light sneak in through the curtains she’d guess that she’s gotten some sleep. Though not quite enough as a sleepy yawn leaves her lips and she reluctantly opens her eyes. What started in the backseat of his truck continued to her bedroom which then carried on to the shower. She mistakingly thought that being pinned against the cold shower tiles as Tim’s hands explored every inch of her body while hot water fell on them was the cap to the perfect night but then his lips trailed up her thigh and she quickly realized he wasn’t quite done yet once they made their way back to bed.  A vague memory exists in her mind of it being a little past three by the time she came down from the euphoric high. Her body as exhausted as her mind as Tim rolled off of her, limbs still intertwined as they both settled in each others arms and drifted off to sleep. While a few hours ago, it feels like only minutes as if she’d just shut her eyes to try and get some rest. Sleep that has clearly come to an end as he asks again and she shifts, propping herself up on an elbow as she looks at him, gazed narrowed as she debates the question while chewing on her bottom lip. “Nothing,” she settles in the most nonchalant answer she can give. “Nothing?” he repeats with a sly smirk knowing better, “you’re lying.”

[velneer]

A night visit.

What happens if Crimp decides to visit?

I swear it isn't what it sounds like. Also, Crimp, just keep quiet and you'll be fine 👀

Characters: Velvet x Veneer

Warnings: brother/sister relationship, incest, there's definitely incest in there, p in v, a lil bit of cursing from our fav twins.

Masterlist

Velvet and Veneer are always busy. An interview here and a photoshoot there, both their schedules full of promotional shoots and activities give them little time for themselves.

As much as Crimp tried her best to lessen the twins' burden, Velvet would never let her, saying that the more interviews and photoshoots they had the better and faster their ratings would go up.

Veneer would whine about the overtime they have to do but in the end, he would let Velvet do what she wants. He knows how much his sister loves the spotlight, and he knows that even without the talent of singing, she works her hardest in other areas to grow their fame and popularity.

Since they were always busy, Crimp would think of ways to try and help lessen the twins' burdens without getting on Velvet and Veneer's nerves. That's why right now, early in god knows what time before the sun gets up, Crimp decided to sneak into the twins' home to make them breakfast. A good breakfast to start the day and all that.

The thought of Velvet and Veneer praising her for good work lightened up her steps as she got deeper into the quiet house. But as soon as she got closer to the stairs, she heard voices.

They weren't loud. The voices were close to the sounds of whispering and...

whimpering?

Crimp stopped to listen, and as her curiosity grew, she silently moved closer to the sounds coming from one of the twin's rooms.

Peeking at the door crack, Crimp almost gasped loudly at what she saw. Both in bed, Velvet and Veneer looked to be resting. Bodies facing the same side in sleep.

If they were asleep, both the twins would have been silent or snoring, they wouldn't be whimpering and breathing hard. The sheets on top of them moved, rustling back and forth rather than staying still.

Crimp knew they weren't asleep but her mind couldn't process what they were up to until Veneer breathlessly whispered Velvet's name with a sentence that caused Crimp to cover her mouth to stop another gasp.

"Vel, keep going. It feels so good."

Groaning, Velvet sat up and took off the covers. Crimp could now see that they had little clothes on with Velvet's top missing and her shorts only hanging on to one leg that Veneer reached out to throw somewhere in the room.

Pushing Veneer down on his back, Velvet lined herself up with Veneer's cock, slowly sinking causing the twins to moan in harmony.

"Fuck, Vel." Veneer moaned, reaching out to hold his sister's hips. Pausing any movements to stop himself from cumming too fast.

For a while, they stayed connected. Their breathing and heartbeats were the only things they could hear in the room.

When Veneer squeezed Velvet's hips, she took it as a sign to move. Slowly at first, getting faster and faster until Veneer couldn't keep down his voice.

Velvet tried to stay quiet, biting her lips to keep in the moans that wanted to crawl out of her throat.

Veneer, on the other hand, didn't care. But what he didn't dare do is move. He's letting his sister use him, wanting Velvet to take the pleasure she wanted from him.

As fucked up as it is, it turned him on. He knows that being the one in control was a big ego boost for his sister and since his sister was on top of him at the moment with pleasure and a small smirk plastered on her face, he'd give her all the ego boost she wants until she tells him to take back control.

Velvet's movements grew faster and faster, and her moans got harder and harder to hide.

She kept slowing down just to get her breathing back. She even tried to cover her mouth with a hand but Veneer couldn't take her teasing anymore. He was close and she kept fucking teasing him.

No more, he thought. He needed to feel her. He needed to hear her.

Before she could get her hand past her chest to cover her mouth, Veneer took hold and pulled it down along with her other arm to her side. And as much as he tried to control himself, he could stop his hips from thrusting up. His hold on his sister not softening, pinning her in the position above him.

Velvet screamed in pleasure as Veneer took the lead. Her back arched, head rolling back as Veneer continued to thrust his hips up to reach her wet and tight core.

"Fuckkkk! Veneerrr!" She screamed. Her moans and cries of pleasure now fill up the room along with her brothers.

Faster and faster Veneer went. His hands now take hold of Velvet's hips, pushing her up and down along with his thrusts. He took this chance to thrust deeper causing Velvet to bend down in pleasure, arms now on Veneer's chest as she tried to stay on top of her brother.

"So close—I'm so close, Vel!"

"AUGH!" She screamed, voice breaking and eyes rolling back in pleasure. Velvet's legs were shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. The pleasure shot up all over her body, clouding her mind from any thoughts but the pleasure and her brother. Veneer feeling his sister's release around him found his soon after. He wanted to reach out and hug her but stopped when he saw how mesmerizing it was to watch his sister come undone on top of him.

Both siblings moaned in contentment as they came down from their high. Velvet fell ungracefully beside her twin with an oof.

"Okay?" Veneer asked breathlessly. Turning his head to look at Velvet. A silly smirk on his lips to see her so relaxed because of him.

Looking back at her brother, she got closer and kissed his forehead as an answer to his question. Veneer couldn't help but giggle and sigh happily in Velvet's arms.

"Now, sleep. We have two interviews today and a dress rehearsal later." She said, turning her back while reaching out to grab the covers. Veneer followed her under and snuggled up close to her, not minding the list of things Velvet said that they had to do today in favor of prolonging the calmness and peace they both had at the moment.

Sleep first, stress later.

For a little while, small movements happened under. Annoyed groans and harsh whispers came out from the two as they tried to find a comfortable position. In the end, they did find one. Velvet was half lying on her brother's chest as Veneer's arms became her pillow. Veneer didn't mind, not until his arm fell asleep underneath his sister's head. Now he can't do anything unless he wakes her up which wasn't a choice unless he wants Velvet to bite his head off.

As the sun slowly came up both twins were now fast asleep. They were very much clueless about their assistant who was frozen, looking in at the crack of the door, scared shitless to even breathe.

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"Sis, did you make breakfast?" Veneer asked, confusion plastered on his face as he looked at the table.

Yawning, Velvet walked into the kitchen still half asleep as she followed behind Veneer. "We got up at the same time, what do you think?" She replied, going straight for the coffee machine.

"Well, it's either you or me or a ghost because there's bacon and eggs already cooked on the table."

"What?"

The twins looked at the table and then at each other, eyes going wide.

"You don't think..." "Crimp!"

They both said at the same time.

Velvet couldn't believe it, "She made us bacon and eggs but forgot coffee? Augh! I'm so done with her."

Veneer sighed in disappointment, "Totally. She even forgot my orange juice!"

Crimp is scared for (her) life. Find this on ao3

[lexosaurus]

Was wondering with the holidays coming up if we could get a little sneak peak of the Christmas EWW chptr ? (If you have any of your ideas for it down yet I mean) If it's too spoilery I understand, not trying to pester or anything, just was giving it a re read recently and I'd be lying if I said I'm not super curious (and excited) lol.

Oh ppl are totally allowed to pester me about EWW in fact I encourage it.

Also I'm all good now so ppl are back to being allowed to pester me about my other fics too haha.

X-mas chapter bit below the cut in case people don't want to be spoiled! Keep in mind it's only in its first draft, but I think this is pretty decent and also a good preview of what's to come 👀

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The door swung open with enough force to plow through the wall. 

Or, that’s what Danny was imagining, at least. But despite the loud bang of the door, the scrambling feet, and overwhelming voices, the door stayed perfectly intact on its hinges.

“Aunt Alicia!” Jazz popped up from the couch. “Welcome!”

“Jazz!” Alicia stepped through the interior, her suitcase in hand. A green coat had been thrown over her overalls and plaid T-shirt, and she shed it as soon as she stepped through the threshold of the door. 

Jazz hugged her. “Good to see you! You haven’t changed a bit!”

It was true. No matter how old Alicia got, she still wouldn’t be remiss without her red mullet and bulldog-like features.

“I can’t say the same about you!” Alicia said, slapping her hand on Jazz’s back. She pulled Jazz away, surveying her up and down with a grin. “Look at you, your hair’s so long now. And have you grown?”

“Not since I was like thirteen!” Jazz laughed. 

Maddie peeked over their shoulders. “I can take your suitcase to the guest room.”

“Nonsense!” Alicia barked. “It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been here. I remember where it is just fine!”

“Don’t worry, Alicia,” Jack said, getting up from the couch. “Go catch up with the kids! I’ll bring your stuff upstairs.”

As usual, Alicia hesitated at Jack’s offer, looking him over as if he were three feet tall and made of fool’s gold.

“Thank you, Jack!” Maddie snatched the suitcase and coat from her sister’s arms and passed them off to Jack who quickly disappeared upstairs. She ushered Alicia into the living room with a, “Come, sit. It was a long flight. Would you like anything to drink? We have both red and white wine somewhere in the cabinets—oh, the white hasn’t been chilled.”

Danny sat rigid on the couch, the cushions suddenly feeling hard underneath him. His brain registered a vague pressure on his thighs, and he glanced down to see his hands gripping his legs. It was still strange to feel only pressure where his brain expected more, and he let his legs go. His arms fell awkwardly to his sides, and then he realized that Alicia was slow to sit down on the armchair, her eyes looking over him like he was some sort of alien at Area 51.

That wasn’t even a far comparison to make. He was the alien at Area 51. Only, instead of being located in the desert, Area 51 was his damn living room.

[onlyhereforangst]

am i insane? probably. moving on.

slide 1: first day(s)??? same fits for terra & flora in that sneak peek, all in the winx suite together and yet at the stone circle musa & bloom have changed but the others haven’t?? and also can’t find flora to save my life in the crowd so maybe that’s beforehand and then we meet flora? also stella is def spying on sky & riv in what is maybe the war room area at some point that day?? idk all this feels like a definite time jump and i am READY to be shown the changes via the girls plotting away.

slide 2: feels like it’s early after the first slide because bloom is unhappy with controlling her emotions (does she get embarrassed by marco in the stone circle???) also i *think* bloom is wearing the same thing here aaaand musa is still close with the girls (more on this to come)

slide 3: it’s A Lot but bare with me. this is where i think musa starts to drift apart. highly recommend watching the clip of them all using their magic together because you’ll see aisha give musa a very concerned look and question her (someone who can lip read help me out) and musa is clearly Not Happy about this all, which makes sense considering her little magic beam is practically nonexistent. is this all after the talk with riven and training and totally being like you know what he’s fucking right i don’t want to be a mind fairy look i’m not even good at this fuck it (you know, getting in her *head* about it all and therefore weakening her powers). or is the training with riven after she realizes she’s not as strong as the other girls and she’s like fuck ill go to the one guy who may just get being an outsider/cast and she then gets vulnerable with him???? fuck me either way. NOT TO MENTION bloom is somehow off campus during the day at this diner, back on campus in the room to do magic beam circle, back off campus or at least away from the group when they’re with sky at the barrier??? color me v intrigued.

slide 4: THE GRAPEVINE PUB AKA THE CLUB. v excited for this one because musa is doing a lot. you can see the green tan under that jacket in the bus, then its the same things shes wearing while dancing with flora and then she’s also running away on stairs that SUSPICIOUSLY look like the ones at the DUBLIN HELLFIRE CLUB???? oh lordy. should be a fun outing fam 👀

slide 5: the official “musa is off doing her own thing” timeframe. allllll wearing the same outfits we see here and guess what? musa is off training with specialists while the rest of the winx suite is off at the barrier doing little spins and twirls to what? break the reinforced barrier??? and then aisha’s new boo comes in to play here too??? v excited to see how musa denies her powers and the other girls continue to get stronger. GIMME ANGST NOW.

slide 6: random scenes as of rn where bloom is in the same graphic tee +/- blazer that i *think* may be the same look as where she’s kissing sky here???? so unsure but don’t think it’s bea/riv there because heights as well as bea wears different boots in the one boots + skirt combo we’ve seen (re: slide 1)

slide 7: the formal/banquet/whatever they looking fancy ok? loving all these looks, very excited for whatever comes of this banquet. mad i can’t see musa, stella & terra’s getup yet.

slide 8: angry bea gets ragey in an office and lights it UP UP UP fun times.

slide 9: stella & bea having some lovely one on one time at some point in the series and probably find the stumbling fairy who’s been drained of magic??? while they were chitchatting. also pretty sure this is the same outfit on bea as when we see this threesome? and i’m just??? did you skip out on them bea? did you go there after? did you get interrupted? so lost. and playing “i do not see” because rivusa supremacy lmao

slide 10 (& 11 not pictured - stella in the lavendar floral print crop top with terra in a denim button down): random AF fits that make no sense with anything else we’ve seen lol. lmk if something comes to you with that halloween nonsense bloom is sporting.

OFFICIALLY DONE MY UNHINGED SYNOPSIS OF THE TRAILER, DATE ANNOUNCEMENT, AND ANY BTS I COULD FIND. you are welcome. 

[a-lonely-dunedain]

"Don't touch me!" From the angst/hurt/comfort prompts 👀

Hehehe I’m using Margim and Celeair for this bc I was actually planning to write this interaction in Bitter Ash and Stubborn Flowers SO! You get a sneak peek of the chapter after next! (I think? That’s probably where it’ll fit in)

also I edited the inflection on the initial prompt just bc I think it sounded more natural in the context that way

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“Don’t touch me.” Margim commands, grasping my hand tightly –though not enough to hurt– and pulling it away from the wound on her shoulder. Her voice was stern, and though it seemed devoid of fear or anger, I am still startled by it and do not know the words to respond.

“The last time you tried to do that you looked like you were about to drop dead afterwards,” she continues in a matter of fact tone, releasing my hand “do not waste your strength on a wound so small, save it for dire need.” she looks at me plainly, “I have survived worse with less care.”

I must reluctantly admit that she has a point. I had been trying to block out the memory of the grasping shadows I encountered the last time I tried to call upon the healing arts, but perhaps that was foolish of me. It is dangerous to open my mind here, in this land so dead and cruel, yet I still instinctively tried to do so. It feels just, so wrong, to see an injury and refuse it care– even if it is for my own safety. It feels selfish. Still, Margim told me to do so, and I cannot tend to it without her permission.

“Alright, I will not use any of my strength on it,” I concede “but you are still hurt. The wound may not be serious now, but it may become so if I simply ignore it. At least let me try to clean it, so that it will not become a dire need in the future.”

“...what future?” she mutters quietly, a question that did not seem directed at me, spoken as if she already knew the answer.

“The future outside of Mordor, in Ithilien and beyond.” I answer anyway.

Margim is quiet for a long moment, her expression unreadable. “Tell me, Celeair,” she eventually says, “was any of that real? What you told me about your homeland?”

“Of course it was. What reason did I have to lie to you?”

“None that I know of, but a madman needs no reason.”

“You think me mad?”

“A little bit.” She says flatly “I do not know what else to make of you.” I do not take offense at her words. I guess my descriptions of the outside world would sound a little mad to someone who has only known this blasted and evil land.

She pauses, a conflicted look on her face “…I hope you are not mad, though.” she quietly adds.

“Well, you have humored me this far, will you allow me to tend to that cut at least? So that you might survive long enough to see for yourself whether or not I am a madman.”

“I still think it unnecessary.” She sighs, almost sounding defeated “but… I will allow it. I have humored you this long, after all. What difference will another day make…”

“Maybe everything.” Or maybe nothing, but I will not speak of that possibility.

[five-bi-five-mind]

Are you still accepting 🌹 for sneak peeks?

If you are, 🌹 for JJ

🤤🤤🤤🤤

Uhhh here’s a kind of suggestive one for the JJ fic that’s coming next. Didn’t wanna give too much away 👀

“JJ, what are you-” You stopped when your mind finally connected the dots on what you were feeling as JJ started to grind her hips into your ass. You knew exactly what was going on now.

Fuck, did she hear you? Either way, it seems JJ had you figured out.

[queenviserra]

Sneak peek from the new chapter of Ooh, deep and wild, hungry sea. What shall Corlys ask Aemon? 💭🤔👀

"So this is the princess's favorite yard? I have walked most of the castle during my stay here, but rarely come across her in the gardens." It was not a true lie, although he remembered again in his mind their first meeting.

"Because she prefers to see her gardens from above, my Lord." Aemon showed him a point, high in the sky, that was bright red and pink in the light of a ray of sun coming out of the feathery clouds.

"Is there another garden for the princess?" He asked curiously, feeling nearly insane. This is all Rhaenys, you fool. And you're here for an entirely different reason.

"I thought your lordship had held me up for some other important reason, not for my daughter's gardens." Aemon said tired, while the cry of Caraxes was still sound loudly and fiercely. "Is there anything you'd like to talk to me about, my Lord?"

"I... Humbly request the......

[mandiemegatron]

SNEAK PEEK FOR MY LOVELIES BECAUSE I CANT KEEP QUIET 🎊🎊🎊🎊

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"Sora, warrior of the sea... neat."

Law watched with surprised eyes as she treated his treasure with gentle hands, her fingers just dancing over the pages as she skimmed his favorite comic.

"You ever read it?"

He frowned to himself as the tips of his ears started burning, not noticing that his cheeks were also dusted pink. Mandie glanced up and he felt the inexplicable urge to rip out his heart as she smiled at him, the back of his mind screaming so loud that he didn't hear her reply.

"Sorry?"

Mandie gave a laugh and shook her head, pink dyed hairs falling in front of her eyes.

"I said, 'No, but I'm definitely interested. This looks pretty neat.'" She gave a huff upwards to blow the hairs away, only causing them to move slightly. She then tugged them back with her free hand with an annoyed murmur, still holding the comic like it was made of glass.

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TO BE CONTINUED 👀

[acollectionofficsandshit]

can you give us a sneak peek from the next chapter of three of us 👀

Yes! I can I’ll pop it below! Y’all may have seen some snippets of this

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“She’s alive, I’m alive… everyone is alive,” Max confirms with venom in his voice, a chill stealing through you as he continues, “but if you ask me, the fucker responsible doesn’t even deserve to still be breathing.”

“I’m glad no one was hurt,” you say honestly, too focused on getting more detailed information out of him about Kaia’s status to care about the inherent morality of what he’d just said, “Can I talk to Kaia or-”

“He put my daughter in the hospital but there’s not a scratch on the bastard,” he says sourly, not bothering to even acknowledge what you’d said in the slightest, “but yeah, I just thought you should know. Sorry to wake you.”

“Wait-” you panic, the sudden awareness that he’d already made his mind up, that’d he’d already decided that the conversation was over, and that there wasn’t a single thing you could do to stop him, bringing yet another wave of that same helplessness from before crashing down over you, flooding your senses and drowning out what remained of your rationality, “wait, Max, wait! Not yet, not yet-”

Because this one, this one is ridiculously, pathetically, inexplicably worse than those that had preceded it– leaving you frantic and cursing the selfish desperation that takes sets in, taking hold of your mind and your tongue, systematically silencing every thought in your head that counseled restraint in the same deft stroke that severs the last tether you’d had on your self-restraint.

Because now, the rising tide of emotion does not recede, it does not lessen, it does not retreat and unlike before, the waters do not ebb, instead only continuing to rise, to strengthen, to deepen… until, for the first time, the possibility of being pulled under by the current of your fear for Kaia, for Max, even for yourself, is no longer a simple threat but a guarantee that promises what is to come.

“Don’t hang up! I’m not- you still haven’t explained-” it’s pointless, an exercise in futility but you keep talking all the same, knowing that you could stop the words from coming about as much as you could force Max to listen to them, “baby, please-”

Well… fuckkkk. Fuck me– baby? Baby?! Of all things, baby? Really? Just why in God’s name-

That had certainly been a choice… and unfortunately, it had been one that there was absolutely no undoing, regardless of however much you wished there was. That being said, you reasoned things could have been worse, there could have been the silence of an ended call coming from the other side of the phone still pressed to one side of your head, where instead there was only the silence of a man evidently at a loss for words.

And that quiet could be a good thing or a bad thing, there was really no telling when it came to Max.

“Uh, well… I’ll just talk to you later-” he doesn’t seem to be breathing as his tongue gets tripped up by its own words, “um, alright, I’ll talk to you later… I—- Love you! Bye!”

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

So usually when I get to this point, I have a fic ready to go and post. However, this one is a little different. Based on the nature of this fic, I’m not going to reveal it until October. 👀

BUT!! Just like I have all week long, I’ll give you guys a VERY TINY sneak peek (because I’m still tweaking), and feel free to scroll down to see some AWESOME MIND-BLOWING ART that @mysandwichranaway​ did for me earlier this summer for this fic. 😍

Otherwise, don’t forget the previous six plot bunnies can be found here, and you have til SATURDAY to make sure your favorite fic remains in the lead and becomes my next major project!!

Thank you for making this another awesome year of BPB!!

Summary: When Tauriel asked Bilbo whom she jokingly calls her “work dad” to walk her down the aisle at her wedding, he honestly thought that would be the most surprised he’d be that week. Showing up to meet the groom and his family and discovering that he actually knows her uncle-in-law-to-be intimately well, nearly sent him into shock. And then, of course, there’s all the ghosts because why not get married in a haunted hotel?? 

Excerpt from Chapter 1: Father of the Bride

Bilbo couldn’t even begin to believe what he was hearing. A breathless laugh left him as he turned the corner, shaking his head. 

“Oh please, Bilbo!” Tauriel pleaded.

She had taken to trailing after him like a puppy as he removed binders of old case files from his arms to place back on the shelves in the archives. Every once in a while when he couldn’t quite reach, she effortlessly plucked it from his hands and put it away for him. He thanked her, moving on as if ignoring her outlandish request would make it disappear.

“I mean, I know we’re just work friends, but I’ve always thought of you as a sort of work dad.” She remarked.

Bilbo shot her a look. “It was the dumb jokes, wasn’t it?”

She grinned widely. “You are well versed in them.”

“‘A man sued an airline company after it lost his luggage, and sadly he lost his case’? It was clever.” Bilbo tried to argue.

“It’s very telling that you think so.” She teased. “But on a more serious note, Bilbo. You sort of took me under your wing when I first started at the firm. Showed me the ropes while the rest were…”

“Intimidated?” Bilbo filled in for her.

“I was going to say wary of a young red-haired woman wanting to make it big as a lawyer, but sure.”

Bilbo snorted, placing his last file away.

“I don’t think being ‘kind’ is enough qualification for what you’re asking. I mean, walking you down the aisle at your wedding…that’s a bit…personal.”

Bilbo finally gave her his attention, and he rather wished he hadn’t as her expressive eyes seemed to pin him with repressed sorrow. She shifted on her feet, before ducking her chin to stare at the ground between them with her arms crossed.

“My foster father refused to do it. He has…history with Kili’s family, and basically disowned me when I refused to call off the wedding.”

Bilbo crossed the distance to lay his hand on her shoulder.

“Oh Tauriel, I’m so sorry.”

She shrugged and tilted her head, but the tears she stubbornly held onto that caused her eyes to shine were far too telling of her true feelings. And with five simple words, the flood was released.

“I don’t have anyone else.” She whispered hoarsely.

Bilbo handed over his handkerchief before awkwardly pulling her down into a hug. It was a challenge when your female coworker was almost a foot taller than you, but if the way she sunk into the embrace was any indicator, he could tell Tauriel appreciated it. His right hand slowly reached back to play with his golden hoop earring. A nervous gesture of his that he jokingly blamed on why he stayed in the background as a paralegal rather than taking on cases like a true lawyer.

After a few more minutes, she finally released Bilbo, carefully wiping away the streaks of mascara under her eyes and blowing her nose. Bilbo silently mourned the death of that handkerchief, feeling guilty for the thought. He opened his mouth, ready to deny her request in the most gentle way possible, but instead all that came out was a heavy sigh. He gave her a little half-grin before taking hold of her free hand with both of his.

“I think you could do better than a stuffy old fool like me, but yes. Yes, I would be honored to walk you down the aisle on your wedding day.”

A squeal, reminding him of just how young Tauriel was despite how she acted in the office, was released and he found himself with a mouth full of red hair as she practically crushed him against her.

“Thank you, Bilbo. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Bilbo gave a huff all in good fun as he pat her back. 

“It is absolutely the least I could do.”

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Excerpt from Chapter 2: Touring the Venue

“And we can consider this as place for the reception.”

Bilbo looked out across the decent sized wooden gazebo, appreciating the way the trees framed the shot, and the small string of lights delicately hung around the inside edge of the structure.

“It’s beautiful.” Bilbo breathed.

Tauriel grinned and nodded in agreement which made Kili want to take it right then and there.

“We’ll consider it.” Dis was quick to step in. “Let’s look around at some other some of the other locations on the property first. Because if it’s raining like it was this morning, an outdoor reception might not be the best idea.”

The wedding planner was quick to agree as she started to steer them back inside to show them alternatives. Bilbo, who was quite frankly, worn down already by wedding preparations decided to hang back and admire the beauty of the property a little bit longer. Placing his hands on the railing in the back, he could just make out the slope of the river and the gardens before it. He closed his eyes, basking in the beauty of it all. This place was almost his paradise.

“It’s too bad Dis isn’t a fan of outdoor weddings.”

Bilbo spun around, his heart hammering in his chest as he narrowed his eyes at Thorin. The man was almost sheepish if it wasn’t for the rather conspicuously innocent smile and way he had his hands tucked in his pockets. Much like Bilbo’s initial impression of him from their uni days, the man truly was too handsome for his own good.

“It’s the bugs.” He continued.

Bilbo raised an eyebrow, which finally got him faltering a bit.

“Dis!” He quickly explained. “It’s why she’s not going to okay this spot. She doesn’t like bugs.”

“Fascinating.” Bilbo drawled, deciding now was the best time to make his exit.

“It’s too bad.” Thorin shrugged, purposely brushing up against him. “It really would be the perfect place for a dance.”

With the flip of a switch, the lights blazed to life, giving the gazebo a soft warm glow. Bilbo stopped, his appreciation for the display stronger than his desire to escape the other man. As he turned a circle to really get a feel for the ambiance, he was flummoxed by the hand suddenly before him.

“Don’t you think?”

“Don’t I think what?” Bilbo repeated dumbly staring from the large palm before him and back to Thorin’s impossibly blue eyes.

“That we should dance.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! I don’t dance.” He explained trying to back away.

Thorin, however, was unfortunately persistent. He raised an eyebrow, but made no move to chase Bilbo, always leaving the choice with him.

“Will you not have to dance the father-daughter dance with Tauriel?”

Well, damn. Bilbo had certainly not thought of that when he agreed to this.

“Just think of it as...practice.” Thorin shrugged.

Bilbo pursed his lips. He should be thinking of it as practice saying no to Thorin bloody Oakenshield. Instead, he stepped forward with a sigh, putting his hand in Thorin’s.

“Fine. I will dance with you to no music in this public space. Idiot.”

Thorin only grinned as he spun Bilbo around before his hand found its way onto Bilbo’s waist. Honestly, it was awkward relinquishing control to Thorin when there was no beat to go off of, and the man was unabashedly staring right at him.

“You have always been my greatest regret.” Thorin admitted softly.

Bilbo scoffed, even as he tried to ignore his burning cheeks at the confession.

“That’s so cliché.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Really?” Bilbo finally turned his head to look at him properly. “Because I’ve always thought of you as just another mistake.”

Thorin looked stricken, almost making Bilbo regret his tone, if not his words. They stopped swaying, but hadn’t quite moved away from each other. 

“I didn’t know how to handle it. I thought in a drunken stupor I had just let myself be another notch on Bilbo Baggins belt.”

Another notch on his belt? The nerve.

“So you ran.” Bilbo remarked quietly. “And I never got the chance to find out why I wasn’t good enough for the great Thorin Oakenshield.”

The other man’s shoulders slumped and his eyes gazed down upon him mournfully. However, that didn’t stop him from pressing closer. His countenance almost imploring. Bilbo could feel his palm start to sweat inside the other man’s as his gaze flickered between Thorin’s eyes, his lips, and the little hint of his raven tattoo poking out of his shirt at the neck. So. Damn. Hot. Bilbo thought for a moment, Thorin might try to kiss him, and he raged silently over whether he would let him, when a light exploded overhead. 

Bilbo jumped, pushing himself into Thorin’s chest as another exploded before the whole string went dark. His arms wrapped tightly around Thorin’s waist while the other man had his around Bilbo’s back, the smaller took the time to remark on the whole ordeal.

“Well that was...odd.”

[eureka-its-zico]

Hi, I'm back with another essay 😂

I've had a busy week at work and I thank the heavens it is Friday because I need to just sit and stare at a wall for a while and decompress 😂 Also, my week's been fully thrown off since Monday as I did not sleep at all that night so I've been all over the place. HOWEVER, it's been a fairly alright week!

I thought I'd send in an ask to mainly talk video games because Dragon Age, ME AND Baldur's Gate? Especially ME?! I don't get to talk about ME enough!

Okay, so I have to admit that for most of the game, my party was Shadowheart, Karlach and the gith chick, Lae'zel, that you don't like 😂 And I have to admit that at first I was on the fence about her, but she quickly grew on me and even more so as the story progressed. Larian Studios gave each of their characters a great background and amazing personalities. And majority of them have great character progression as the game progresses, imo! (there's some things that happen in that game that I cannot comment about yet, but honestly, Larian Studios are creative geniuses lol)

In regards to Lae'zel, I will definitely want to hear more of your thoughts as you progress through the game!

Also, I cackled at the fact you restarted the game because you found out you missed Gale! 😂 I have to admit though - I would absolutely do the same! Let me know what you decide on him, because I went through the whole game and my opinion about him didn't change 😂

How are you finding the game so far? What do you think of the story and the characters you encountered? Both, the characters you can have in your party and NPC's? Have you tried to speak with any animals yet? 😂

Coming up to Dragon Age and Mass Effect… It's been years since I touched a Dragon Age game, but I remember the first and second games fondly. But Mass Effect… Oh boy, haha. I played the games… I don't even know how many times. ME2 still to this day holds a special part in my heart so when they announced an ME Legendary Edition with all three games reworked, all shiny and pretty?? You bet I got them and played through all three games :D And it felt like playing them for the first time again. Also, Garrus? Yes, please!

Have to admit, I was disappointed at the ending on ME3, both because of the ending they gave Commander Shepard and also because the ending that they originally came out with was… a flop and unsatisfying, though they gave longer endings after a patch because of fan disappointment. And I will forever think that the "secret ending" of Commander Shepard's N7 logo in those ruins actually means they aren't dead (there should also be a new ME game???! And they showed Liara in the trailer??!).

The universe that ME has, with the story and characters is just absolutely mind blowing and those games are beautiful ��� And personally, I look for games that have a rich and deep story so the fact that we are talking about DA, ME and Baldur's Gate right now? My heart is singing and I am just all warm and happy haha

Another one of my favourites is Witcher 3. AND it was a fave before Henry Cavill became a live action Geralt 😂 I spent a lot of hours on that game... One could even say too many, but if anyone does - they're wrong 😂

But of course, I have to take a moment and scream about "Violent Delights", because excuse me? Where has Enishi Yukishiro been and why have I not seen him?? 👀 I know what I'm watching over the weekend lol I need to find time to go through your whole master list because your writing is like nourishment and it does unexplainable things to me!

And that sneak peek for chapter 7..? Oh fuck. These two petty fools will be the end of me 😂

On a personal note, thank you for your kind words in your reply. I appreciate you for taking the time to reply and share your lovely words with me because they mean a lot ❤

I hope your week has been great, Jenn! And I hope you will have a lovely, restful weekend! Sending you lots of virtual hugs! ❤

Okay so I KNOW you just sent me a brand new ask but I need to answer this one first! I am so sorry it took me so long to reply 😩

How have your weeks been going? It’s been a while since we’ve checked in with one another! I sincerely hope that no technology has been acting up and that your days have been peaceful and content 🖤

DID YOU BY CHANCE WATCH RUROUNI KENSHIN: THE FINAL WITH ENISHI YUKISHIRO?!!??? I legit wrote that thinking it would get him out of my system but it actually did not lol and I’m already just planning on continuing it but it’s just going to be filth. Pure smutty filth and I refuse to apologize 🤣🤣

Right now Karlach is still currently my fav! Her character is just so FUN. She has such a good attitude, and she is definitely the type of person I would want in a real-life crew. I’m torn on the love interest part of it because like…so far I like none of them lol. Astarion is in the lead, but barely, just because he’s a vampire and I’m a whore for love bites 😈 lol but I have noticed that he does have these soft moments through the indifference he conveys. He’s just different from who I usually pick in games. Although, in Cyberpunk I picked Judy but if I could’ve picked Johnny (absolutely LOVE Keanu) I would’ve lol. I love broody men.

I agree with you on ME3!! I’m so glad they went back and added more to it. I think it allowed a lot of us to get the closer we needed when it came to our Commander Shepherds. And yeah, if you chose the destroy option, they hinted that he/she was still alive, but I could never choose that one. I’m such a paragon lol I wanted everyone to get along and if my character had to sacrifice herself to do it, I did it every time (I can’t do that to Eve) 😩😩 except the one time to see if the destroy ending was worth it. I won’t hold my breath about the new DA and ME trailers they showcased a couple years ago, because Andromeda was not a fav lol. I think trying to bring in a new character to take over for shepherd is going to be incredibly hard, but I am interested to see if the continue with the storyline of inquisition for DA!

Baldur’s Gate 3 is just such a breathe of fresh air because I’m such a whore for a good storyline. I LOVE them. It makes it so much more immersive and makes you care about the outcomes of those in your party and your character. Witcher 3 was sooooo good at that too!

I’m still waiting to replay Cyberpunk 2077 from the beginning because of the Sons of Liberty DLC. I’ve heard amazing things about it, and I’m hyped but I got 2 weeks left of Uni work and then I graduate and I’m DONE! I’m so ready lol 🤣🤣

Thank you for always being such an absolute joy to talk to and for the essays lol. For being one of the sweetest humans alive. I hope your weekend is treating you well 🖤🖤 much love

[marypsue]

how's former heroes coming along? 👀

Halfway through chapter six of a planned fourteen, babey! Have a sneak peek:

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“I’m pretty sure Mike took El to the mall yesterday.”

Joyce glances up from the shelf of office supplies she’s marking down. “And I’m guessing that wasn’t on the list of approved activities?”

Hopper just scowls into the face of her teasing. “The mall, Joyce. It’s everything that was dangerous about school or downtown, but ten times worse.”

“I know. I know, but – they’re kids, Hop. If sneaking out to the mall is the worst they get up to -”

Hopper’s voice is grim as he interrupts her. “It’s not what those kids might get up to that I’m worried about, and you know it.”

Unfortunately, Joyce knows it just a little too well.

She focuses on the rolls of Scotch tape she’s slapping new price stickers onto for a moment, while she tries to collect her thoughts. Something she thinks might be a whiff of smoke drifts past her nose, and she nearly drops the sticker gun. When she places it and the cardboard box of tape she was holding carefully back on the shelf, though, she doesn’t see any scorch marks. Thankfully.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” she offers, trying to pull her mind back to the subject at hand.

Hopper lets out a snort that’s a little too sarcastic to be a laugh. “Tried. Kid just stonewalled me like a pro. Half expected her to ask for a lawyer.” He huffs, leaning an elbow against the shelf Joyce is working on. “Not that she needs one, with Sara around. You know, after all the stupid shit I was scared of before she came back here, the one thing I never thought to worry about was her turning out to be a bad influence.”

“Oh, come on.” Joyce picks the sticker gun back up, brandishing it in Hopper’s direction before turning to check where in the boxes of tape she’d got to. “That sweet girl? It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s not you they’re ganging up on.”

Joyce has to concede that point, with a shrug and a slap of sticker onto cardboard.

“So anyway. I was thinking. Maybe you would talk to El? About the sneaking around?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Joyce says, as she prices one, two, three more boxes. “It sounds like you’re managing pretty well so far.”

“Thanks.” Hopper pauses, significantly, before adding, “I think.” His voice is flatly sarcastic and unimpressed, but when Joyce darts a glance in his direction, she thinks he’s trying not to smile.

Joyce slaps stickers onto a few more boxes as he says, ruefully, “It sure doesn’t feel like it. Sara’s just not helping, and – you’ve done this before. And you know I…haven’t.”

“You’re doing just fine. Give yourself a little credit. Teenagers are hard for everyone.” Joyce doesn’t even try to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “As Will and Jonathan keep finding new ways to remind me.”

“I just don’t know what to do with her,” Hopper says, and it sounds like a painful admission. Joyce pauses, looking up to give him her full attention, but his eyes are fixed on a box of tape he’s pulled down from the shelf and started turning over and over in his hands. “Either of them, I guess. But especially Sara. I just – eleven years, Joyce. I missed all the important stuff -”

“Not all of it,” Joyce tries, but Hopper pushes on like he hasn’t heard her, still not looking at her.

“I just don’t know her anymore. Not like I used to. I mean, I know she’s a teenager, I wasn’t exactly expecting gratitude or anything, but…I really did think she’d be happier about the whole high school thing.”

“More like El?” Joyce asks the little bottles of correction fluid she’s moved on to pricing.

She doesn’t think Hopper hears her, though, since he just keeps staring at the box of tape in his hands without so much as a word. “Hop?”

Hopper darts her a look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, before shaking his head.

Joyce pauses, putting down the bottle of correction fluid in her hand, so she can look him in the eye. “Hop.”

Hopper gives his head another shake, turning the box in his hands over twice before settling it back on the shelf. He seems to be pouring all his attention into making sure the boxes of tape that Joyce just finished pricing are perfectly lined up as he says, very casually, “Still haven’t said anything to her.”

Joyce huffs out a breath through her nose instead of saying any of the things she wants to say to that. “It’s already July, Hopper. There’s only two more months until September -”

“I know. I know. But – I still don’t like it, Joyce. I don’t think she’s ready. Not with the school stuff, I know between us and the boys and Max she’s nearly caught up, but now, this sneaking around with Mike -”

“I thought we already talked about this. Already agreed on this. Now that they both have documents, now that things have settled down a little, it’s as safe as it’s ever going to be. And those girls are going to have to live their own lives eventually. It can’t hurt to give El a chance to get a little experience in the real world -”

Hopper sounds annoyed, when he cuts her off, and Joyce can’t entirely blame him. She’s annoyed, too. This isn’t the first time they’ve gone around this particular circle of a conversation. But she’d thought they’d finally put it to bed for good. “I know. I know. But you know how much it took for me to even consider it. I will get there, okay? I will tell her she’s gonna be starting school in the fall. I just…”

He lets out a huge gust of a sigh. “Now that I got Sara back, I’m…having a tough time figuring out how to let go again.”

That, Joyce can more than understand.

[blorbologist]

first of all! congratulations on completing one for sorrow, that's an amazing accomplishment! second of all! I wanted to ask, which chapter or moment in particular was your favorite over all and which one was the hardest to write?

(also...sneak peek on what you have planned for the sequel 👀👀👀🥺)

THANKYOUUU 💕💕💕

Favorite I think... hmmm, I'd say the Ripley fight + aftermath of Percy's first death - I had a lot of fun with the scenery (desert sand made glass at SUNSET!), how fast-paced it was, Vex's wings, and then that horrible twist to how Percy dies and all the emotional turmoil after. Tons of my favorite things together!

Hardest were the argument Vex and Percy had on the ship and that fight between Percy and the party at the end. For the first one, Vex initially did NOT want to admit to him why she had been avoiding him (given what Cass had said), but Percy was smart enough to notice she wasn't being forthright and felt hurt and frustrated as a result. @soul-of-sin (<333) suggested I reframe it to be more about Vex struggling with having someone really important to her being dead (Grog was only dead briefly) for the first time in a while and confronting that loss and fear. Then Vex blurted out the truth a lil later in the conversation anyways, so! It worked out <3

For the final fight... @rightpastnowhere helped me with this one <333 I had so much to juggle

Percy and Scanlan initially kept getting very pissed far too quickly. Trying to steadily ramp up to the point of shitty things being said was hard.

I wanted to minimize how much each twin was speaking - Vax because he's trying not to intervene and just ease the process, Vex because she’s in shock and every time she DID speak I wanted Percy to react immediately...

Which lead to Percy needing to carry a lot of this convo on justifying himself, which he keeps using as a shield that the twins could usually dart around more easily, but Keyleth and Grog struggle to.

Underlining how this was different to what Pike does on the regular was hard for Percy to spit out and thus me vjvjvjvj

It might be hard to tell, because Scanlan, but managing him was also testy because he *knows* what Percy's feeling, because he was considering leaving too. But he wanted to leave both for his daughter and because VM always sidelined his needs, when they mended that issue in this AU and have consistently always dropped everything for Percy and Whitestone. Percy making it about Whitestone and not the young woman that needs him had him very angry (But that doesn't solve the Kaylie/Cass side of things - Scanlan still wants to be there for her and respects Percy for being there for Cass... even if now there's no chance in hell Scanlan can do the same for a bit bc Percy fucked it up so bad).

Keyleth's first reaction was to want to help him, and then she's really floundering and hurt because her best friend is dismissing her responsibilities as unimportant.

Finding a way to lead into the relationship convo at the end from all this was tough too.

It was a lot! But I think I pulled it off well enough, if perhaps lacking the punch Bard's Lament did. Not bad for a Gunslinger’s Lament, though ;p

Now... a sneak peek after all that;

“You there!”

Vex pauses, hand on the doorknob to the Debt’s Respite. It whines when she removes pressure to glance at the source of the voice. 

There’s a humanoid being, of metal and cold hard edges and scuffmarks and a placid sort of face, clutching a book. 

Her first thought is oh, Percy would be besotted by this thing, and she stomps its head beneath her heel to glare at the armored man minding the machine. Gold gold gold, wearing his wealth on his sleeve quite literally. 

Vex hates him on sight.

She spies everyone (bar her brother and the boy) catching up from the corner of her eye. “Oy?” Scanlan says, near her hip, and the glowing buffoon downright beams at the cast now assembled before him. 

“You lot! Hello! Wow! Who are you all?” He gestures them up in down while his mouth keeps moving, eyes keep stomping all over them. “Look at this! Magical items from head to toe. Why, I've never seen anything quite like it.”

Bombastic and rehearsed, the mustachioed stranger describes the events to his construct before directing his attention back to Vox Machina. 

“My friends just call me Tary-” 

“We’re not your friends,” Keyleth points out lightly.

“- and I'm a bit of an adventurer. I've been traveling around this continent for a while, trying to tick off things off of my list, and I've had a few scraps and scrapes. And I'm looking for-”

“No.”

He pauses.

“What do you mean, little elf girl? You are denying the opportunity of a -”

“No.” Vex is in his face now, pointed chin a dagger to his throat. “We have things to do, and whatever fucking errand you’ll have us run isn’t worth it.”

He blusters. “I simply wish to accompany - to join you on the adventure that surely awaits! I - I can assure you, I have coin to spare to pay a retainer fee-”

“Don’t care.” Vex sees Keyleth’s jaw drop. “Vox Machina has a limit of one stupid boy to babysit at a time. Find someone with fucks to give.”

(There WILL be Tary, I love him my golden genius my mustachioed moron, but he doesn't join the party in Ank’Harel! Given he's so Sam a character - Scanlan dips later, when tensions have cooled, and then they run into Tary again. Vex, not being pissed as hell and missing *her* tinkerer, will actually give him a shot, then.)