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sugrhigh · 8 months

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HOTBOX - ( m.s )

part two

summary- matt finally decides to smoke with his best friends for the first time, and he finds that it’s impossible to keep his eyes off of you

warnings- drug use, swearing, tiny bit suggestive

bff!matt x fem!reader

a/n: WOOOO finally a real piece of writing! i hope u guys enjoy. will possibly do a part two but idk, so if you have requests just ask!

he can’t stop drumming his fingers against the wheel as he steers the car along, desperately trying to relax a little bit and focus on the music that’s blaring through the speakers.

chris sits beside him in the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard as you guys speed toward your destination. he can hear you and nate conversing in the back, practically shouting at each other over the song.

the waterfront comes into view through his windshield a moment later, moonlight shimmering against the glassy surface. matt takes the next left, swerving across both lanes of traffic to pull into the deserted lot.

there’s nobody on the beach of course, considering it’s almost midnight in the middle of november. he throws the car into park and lowers the volume, shifting in his seat so he can actually see everyone.

“i think that’s the fastest i’ve ever seen you drive, grandpa.” you tease him, unbuckling so you can lean forward in your seat.

he rolls his eyes, though he never actually minds it when you’re the one chirping at him.

“you’re gonna wish it was me once nate gets behind the wheel, i promise.”

“wow, so i volunteer to stay sober and this is the thanks i get?” his friend asks, arms crossed over his chest defensively.

“thank you nate.” you reply in a sing-song voice.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.”

matt watches as you claw through your bag, finally digging out a small blue pouch after a few more seconds of searching.

the moment you unzip it, the all-too familiar smell of weed fills the interior of the car. chris cheers when he sees you pull out a perfectly packed joint, holding it in between your middle and pointer finger with precision.

“you know, it’s really upsetting that you can roll better than me.” nate shakes his head with a sigh.

“aw, you gonna cry about it?” you puff your bottom lip out at him.

“i swear i’ll fucking walk home and leave you guys stranded.”

“sure you will. hold this.” you pass the joint to him before retrieving the lighter.

matt tries to play down the smile that’s beginning to take over his face as you hold it in your palm. he got that one for you on your last birthday. it’s a silver zippo lighter with a big winding dragon engraved on the side.

it was kind of a gag gift just because he knows how much you smoke, but you ended up genuinely loving it way more than he had ever expected.

chris smacks him in the arm gently, and he finally tears his eyes away from you.

“you sure you want to?” his brother double checks, though he doesn’t do a very good job of containing his obvious excitement.

“yup.” matt replies simply, his gaze darting in your direction again.

he’s never once felt pressured to smoke before, but he’s always been a little curious. he’s hung out with the three of you while you’re all stoned enough times to realize that he at least wants to try it.

and sure, maybe a tiny part of him is doing this because he wants to impress you. but what’s the harm in that?

“i’ll start her off, but then it’s coming your way matty b.” you nod at him with a smile, taking the joint back from nate.

his heart is already pounding and all you did was look at him.

you put the filter between your lips and spark his lighter, holding the flame to the end. he watches it burn as you inhale, trying to figure out exactly how he’s supposed to do this when it’s his turn.

you blow the smoke over your shoulder, careful not to do it in anyone’s face. no cough. matt doesn’t even see you flinch.

you take one more quick drag, and he’s already entranced by your fluid movements.

then you stretch your hand out, offering him the next hit as you silently exhale once again. it’s impossible for him to ignore the way he fumbles with your hand before he finally pinches it between his fingers.

it feels awkward, like he’s somehow already doing it wrong.

“just put your lips on it, suck in, not for long though because that’s real shit. then hold it in your throat, inhale it, exhale it.” you instruct him, and his mouth is already dry from the way you’re talking.

there’s something about the commanding edge to your voice that’s driving him crazy. he kind of likes that you’re the know-it-all, the one in control.

“sounds dirty, but you get the point.” chris states with a shrug.

yeah, sounds fucking dirty.

“you got this, don’t even think about it too much.” nate adds encouragingly.

matt bites the bullet, curling his lips around the end and inhaling. he definitely feels the smoke fill his lungs, so he pulls the joint away quickly and practically tosses it to chris.

“exhale, exhale.” you instruct, and he does so all at once.

it fogs up the car, smoke flying back up in his face instantly. then he feels it. the burning in his throat. the desperate need to cough.

he sputters, and chris is already motioning to one of the waters in the cup holder.

“keep holding your breath and drink that.”

he tries to do as he’s told, but it’s impossible to hold it in. he lets out a loud hacking cough. then another, and another. matt tries to sip on the water in between them, though it’s hard.

you rub his arm gently as the cough attack begins to die down, and the feeling of your fingernails scratching him lightly through his sweatshirt almost makes him shiver.

“i personally like a good cough everyone once in a while. humbles me.” you joke, removing your hand and sitting back in your seat once you’re sure he’s alright.

he misses your touch immediately, and it’s embarrassing.

chris has been keeping it lit, so he passes it back to you once you’re ready. matt is left out for a moment, and he doesn’t mind the brief break.

the music stays on in the background, a curated playlist of stuff that you all like. he sees you bopping your head along to baby keem, and you turn to him with the joint still burning between your lips.

“you want more?” you say as the smoke curls around your face.

in many ways.

matt nods and reaches to grab it from you, trying to be careful where he positions his fingers. he repeats his actions from earlier, breathing out slowly this time.

he still coughs quite a bit, but it’s not nearly as bad. the high is definitely rushing straight to his head, and it makes him feel like a balloon full of helium.

his brother guides the joint out of his hand gently. even he wheezes a bit as he takes his fair share, which makes matt feel better.

“how do you feel bro?” nathan asks him through the haze that’s filled the car.

“good. i feel good.” that’s all he can think to say.

and it is nice. everything seems just a little bit lighter. his body feels…loose. matt blinks, and he swears he sees stars behind his eyelids.

you reach up to open the sunroof, letting some fresh air into the car. there’s not a cloud in the sky tonight, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore calms him.

“one more baby hit, then you’re done.” you pass it to him for the last rotation.

“so bossy.” matt smirks at you, and there’s a humorous glint in your eyes as you watch him take a drag.

he tries impossibly hard to make it look cool, despite almost hacking up a lung and choking on his water. you laugh, but matt somehow understands that you’re not making fun of him by doing so.

chris snatches it from of his hand. “gimme that, it’s almost out.”

it’s like a game of ping pong as matt watches the two of you bounce back and forth, hit after hit. the joint dwindles and finally dies a minute later. you toss the burnt remains into a dunkin bag from god knows how long ago before slipping the lighter back into the pouch.

“alright, matt. time for you to switch with me big boy.” nathan reminds him, turning to open his car door.

matt follows his lead. his body feels like it’s three feet behind his brain, like his consciousness is just a few seconds faster. his legs wobble as his feet hit the ground, but he manages to steady himself, hand against the car as he moves.

nate walks him to the door just in case, and matt stumbles into his new home in the back, laughing at himself under his breath. you help him sit upright in the middle seat, reaching across his body to get to the belt.

“lift your arm.” you tell him, and even though he doesn’t want to, he listens.

you pull the buckle around and click it into place so he’s properly strapped in, doing it for him like he’s a toddler or something.

this is an action he’d normally protest, but he’s solely focused on how close together you are. he can feel the heat radiating from your body as your shoulder presses against his, knees knocking together as he gets comfortable.

“how are you doing? everything okay?” you ask lowly, looking up at him through those long lashes.

he can see the red tinging your eyes, and his own feel droopy as he continues to stare. matt just can’t help it. you look so gorgeous, somehow even more so when you’re both faded.

“cat got your tongue?” you joke, head tilted back to rest against the seat as nate puts the car in reverse.

“you’re pretty.” it slips out before he can stop it, and yet he’s too high to care.

your eyes go a little wide, and your lips part slightly as you suck in a breath. he wants to kiss you so bad, to get rid of the centimeters of space between you and just press his mouth to yours.

“and you’re stoned.” you smile a bit and look away, trying to play it off.

“but i’m serious.” he doubles down, and you glance at him once more with those fucking bambi eyes.

you shake your head and place your hand on his thigh. “i promise you’re not.”

it ignites a fire in his stomach, one that won’t die down. he wants to move his hips, to feel some sort of friction against your palm. but he holds still, even despite how much he needs you.

“you don't know me.” matt hears his words slur together slightly as he speaks.

“i definitely do.” you argue.

“fine, but you can’t possibly guess what’s going on in my head.”

matt’s still not sure where any of this is coming from, or why he’s saying it to you now, but the word vomit won’t stop.

you shrug, squeezing his thigh lightly. he shifts a little bit, trying not to get too worked up over the pressure.

“i guess that’s true. so what are you thinking?”

matt glances up front at his brother and his best friend, and he knows neither of them are paying attention to the two of you. they’re too busy singing piña colada by yung pinch to care.

he hears you hum a little bit of the chorus under your breath as you wait for his response.

“i’m thinking about you.” he finally admits, leaning over so he can say it directly into your ear.

he can smell your rose shampoo, the fading hints of flowery perfume on your skin. it’s intoxicating, being near you like this.

you move your hand off his leg to shove his chest playfully. “shut up.”

the city blurs by as nate continues to drive, and matt admires the way the light from the street lamps dance across your face.

“why don’t you believe me?” he mumbles, barely audible over the combination of the breeze and the music.

“because you’re high as a kite, i can see it written all over your face.”

“doesn’t mean i’m lying.”

you study his face like you’re trying to find the truth in it. he can’t help but grin, because you’re so fucking clueless, and it makes you smile right back.

“touché.”

#matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #fanfic #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #youtube

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t4tozier · 2 months

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Hi are we still doing fuck nasty asks. Bc. I have two scenarios in my brain that I’ve been dying to talk about but haven’t had the courage.

1) sex pollen. Or aphrodisiac. No I don’t know how. WAIT THAT’S A LIE DEVIL HONEY IS A THING C’MON THERE’S SOMETHING THERE RIGHT???? RIGHT?????

2) Knife kink. Listen. If Porter so visibly marked Jace with his symbol I think Jace should have the right to do the same to Porter.

WOOOO love both of these. so i'm actually gonna start with number 2 because we have talked about this a little bit. if you want me to expand i can but i'll link those posts here: blood play, carving his name into porter, and the first time jace tries knife play

but sex pollen. oh boy. ohhhhh boy. jokes on you you've unlocked a new skill in ur skill tree it's getting t4tozier to talk about sex pollen. we've talked about ambrosia-laced blood getting jace high in the past, but none of those were my original posts and also not what this is about. so. sex pollen. this isn't canon compliant but idc. sorry.

jace and porter go on an adventure together. don't ask me why. maybe it's a faculty adventure to clear out a dungeon of most of the creatures so they can take students on a practical field trip and they split into pairs/groups and starbreaker just happens to be trapped in a lair with a creature that defends itself by spraying aphrodisiacs at its enemies, making them much more distracted with fucking each other than fighting it. and they're arguing the whole time about martial vs caster classes and the pros and cons and then they're confronted with the creature and porter whips out his maul and jace starts casting a spell but before they can act it expels some gross pink dust all over them. and jace goes to prestidigitate it off as like a bonus action--but then...why would he do that? it feels nice, warm and tingly as it settles into his skin, and suddenly he feels a lot hotter than he did before. he unwinds his scarf, casting it carelessly to the side, and blinks up at porter. has he always been this tall?

and porter sets down his maul, actually needing to lean on it for stability as he catches his bearings, because he's pretty sure he was supposed to fight, he was in a rage, but now all he can focus on is how fucking hard he is and the pretty half-elf standing right in front of him, and all of the energy from his rage immediately shifts to making sure he gives jace stardiamond the best godsdamn fuck of his life.

they both look at each other and, as if they have the same idea at the same time, practically launch themselves at each other and start tearing each other's clothes off. porter's rough and pays little attention to when jace's head knocks against a particularly sharp rock on the way down, but jace doesn't really care because then porter is tugging his pants down and fuck, his cock feels so much better when it's not trapped and he's really fucking wet, why is he dripping so much? and then porter's pulling off his shirt and jace's thoughts just kind of fuzz out because wow, this man has an impressive physique, and his cock looks really big even though he hasn't even taken his pants off yet and jace needs it in his mouth fucking yesterday.

they're still fucking when the others find them. they have to actually kill the creature that starbreaker failed their initial saves against before they can even think about stopping porter from fucking jace up against the nearest surface for the third time in twenty minutes because both of their refractory periods have been reduced to practically nothing. thankfully, none of the other faculty mention it--it's just one of those goofy adventuring effects--but if they exchange numbers after they return from the lair clear-out, that's nobody's business but theirs.

#starbreaker #nsft #jace stardiamond #porter cliffbreaker

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hanasnx · 6 months

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you think batman ever enters your room through the window so he can watch you sleep in the dead of night? (you're a smart girl, you should've bought better locks. this city's so dangerous. filled with villains, with enemies. don't you know there's a bunch of creeps out there? sleeping with a stupid, frilly little nightgown that is such a pathetic excuse of a sleep asset. with how easily he managed to break through, i mean, anyone could've done it, especially people with way worse intentions than he has. you should be grateful, really.)

'cause if he ever did, i think i'd end up with his cock abusing your pussy, fucking the hole raw like using a violence he usually only reserves for fights. (he won't have a confrontation with anyone tonight other than your cunt, and that's an easy win for him, because even in the hounds of unconsciousness you're such a sweet thing that submits so, so easily, he'll add up fun on his own since you won't be able to provide it. a hand pins your arms to your back while gloved fingers press over your mouth, he makes a mission to fuck as mercilessly as he can without waking you up.)

you know what else i think??? i think he's disappointed (and a tad amused, at the same) with how quickly wet the dry fuck becomes. i think he feels the most power when his cum drips out on your sheets after hours of pounding, getting the opening loose and aching. (when you do wake up, you will be grateful. and you'll also have a really weird, hot dream to tell bruce when he gets home)

(my batman experience consists of a little ben affleck and a lot of lego batman so this is probably reeeeallyyy out of character but i wanted to play too!! the asks were fun!! woooo!!) – 🌟

i don’t really care for lego batman nor affleck batman, neither characterization are true to what batman is so i can see why you’d feel confused. if you want any batman recs lmk i’ll give you a list of my favorites :)

as for the ask i did enjoy reading it even if it didn’t fit him. very impressed you managed to make me enjoy it. especially when the first paragraph was about him sneaking in (i loved that and thought it fit) and then followed by: “'cause if he ever did, i think i'd end up with his cock abusing your pussy, fucking the hole raw” very very hot.

i love the idea of batman in your room at night and fucking you in the suit <33

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon: 🌟#ch: bruce #bruce wayne prompt #tw somno

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riacte · 9 months

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i never really paid attention to it but wow false and ren. they really do hover around each other huh. they r like bugs

Hiii anon thanks for the ask <3 I'll use this to talk about them and them in fanon because I have thoughts woooo (and I'm vibrating with excitement because I'm listening to the HC Grand Prix at the same time)

You said it exactly— like we all know they're buddies and stick together, but most of the times, we don't really notice it because it's just natural. Nondescript even. Like of course their pixels are next to each other in the background. Of course they're hanging out. It's not flashy or anything, they're just there.

[long and winding analysis that goes off in a Direction, will definitely not be maintagged, mentions of shipping and the fandom's worst enemy (comphet / heteronormativity)]

Pairing up

They're like those anime characters who are fully fleshed out individually, but for some reason, their screentime is tied together and they're always shown next to each other. That was actually my first impression of them back when I only watched Grian in HC6 lmao, every time Grian flew over the fantasy district he would casually go "that's False and Ren's bases" and my brain was like "hmm new names :) idk who they are but they stick together :)". Like you know when you're new to an unknown cast of people so you try to comprehend and memorise them as efficiently as possible? And so you start sorting the cast into duos / groups so it's easier to remember them? That was me trying to compartmentalize the hermits in HC6. Grian + Mumbo. Iskall + Stress. Scar + Cub. Joe + Cleo. ZIT. False + Ren.

It did not help that from Grian's POV, there was a part in the civil war arc when he collabed with False to prank Ren because they thought he'd pranked her and so my brain was like "weeewoooo I still don't know who False and Ren are but they continue stick together, and that's convenient for my internal sorting :)))". And that mutual association genuinely never stopped lmao (it only got worse).

Shared audiences?

I've talked about this on privtwt: False+Ren as a fanon duo (like duo Duo as in desert duo) is strangely niche even though they do stuff together all the time and they're both fairly popular on their own. And there is so much intermingling between their audiences— I know this is the case for all hermits' audiences, but it seems especially obvious between their audiences. I know in a stream Ren said he met up with False and they had a discussion like years ago about the two of them hosting a meet and greet with fans in a restaurant (that didn't happen) and internally I was like "yeah, that'll only work if they have a solidly integrated fanbase so no one feels left out in the restaurant WAIT. That's literally what's going on here".

Funny how when I was writing this, an anon sent an ask about Ren's chat basically being full of False emotes LOL. Integrated audience kinda real <3 like, even if you only watch one of them and don't actively watch the other, you still know and think of the other fondly.

Different styles? And sticking together

Actually outside of yayyy fun minigames, to me at least they have quite different styles + ways of presentation? Which feels slightly different from the above duos I mentioned? So I totally understand why people only main one of them and don’t watch the other (but still aware of the other obviously). In terms of taste and personal preference, I’ve been here long enough to know what loyal False mains generally like and what loyal Ren mains generally like. (Like, very verrrry generally.) Ren’s the dramatic roleplay storyteller and False is like, sneaky and shifty and has a wry sense of humour. They’re both funny and charming in different ways. I would say Iskall and Stress have similar presentations (“aha? AHA?”) even though they excel at different things. Cub and False are also similar to me— competent and cool people who are nonchalantly chaotic. And we all know Ren and Martyn’s instant chemistry and their similarities. It’s why a lot of Ren fans gravitated to Renchanting and Rendoc for their dramatics and flirting in the way some False fans gravitate to Fress and Falseren for the fun/mildly hysterical/teasing/sweet/pranking moments.

BUT

False and Ren bounce off each other well— it’s the playful tension and the sudden mutual whiny energy like “noooo don’t leave me🥺” but they start hitting each other 0.5 seconds later. And of course the mutual clinginess. I know people have made jokes about how they’re both smart and competent people individually but when they get together they suddenly become the silliest sillies and share one braincell <3 and I know people (read: mutuals in my DMs) have joked about Ren’s currently extremely obvious bias for her (it's as big as the BRR sign I swear 😭) and the usual “orbiting around each other group recordings”. Compared to other duos, they don’t get paired together bc of similar presentations / style. They get paired together because of the chemistry and they share so many moments lol.

Tldr: they make for entertaining on-screen interactions. It’s fun watching them rotate around each other and punch each other off things. And they do this so much that 1) everyone’s aware of it 2) everyone’s used to it.

Branding? (Or the lack of it)

Last I checked, their tag has 46 fics on Ao3 and 16 of those fics are from me (I love being spiders georg). As with every pair that's not the juggernaut pair, realistically the actual number of fics that actually focus on them is less than what we see. And you know how sometimes for the "niche" pairs, there's more ship fic than platonic fic? (Actually I think for most pairs, there's more ship fic than platonic fic.) That's also not it, they don't even have 20 ship fics. Like clearly, the current fanon interest in them is not ship motivated versus *gestures to whatever is happening in the general shipping chaos post 2021*.

What I concluded is that they lack the kind of branding that for example Convex possesses. I think it's kind of because... they're an ubiquitous constant throughout the years. They don't need a storyline or a named group to tie themselves together. No matter what they're doing, no matter what characters they're playing, no matter which servers they're on— they just kind of stay in each other's orbits. But they don't play it up or anything like hashtag SHIPrendoc or Renskall or whatever. They don't even have a proper fanon name ffs (outside of fairy pirate grotto or whatever in HC6).

(Although imo this is likely to avoid comphet irl shipping because God forbid a man and a woman are friends :))))) heteronormative irl shipping / truthing was an annoyance for years (pre the HC6 boom). But strangely enough, modern anti hermitshippers on Twitter rarely bring up the real problem of truthing in public comments and instead target people making Scarian fanart in a small corner or whatever. When many cases of Compulsory Heterosexuality literally exist in YouTube comments. But I digress.)

Ren and False are just there, pranking each other and basing together and playing five million minigames and being casually supportive of each other. Like, their biggest shared "storyline" that left a strong impression on fans / converted fans was probably MCC9. We all still talk about it today the way Ren and Martyn still talk about 3L Renchanting. And MCC9 was in 2020 when they'd already done a lot of stuff together prior to that (eg. literally being neighbours in HC6).

And the thing is, they do collab semi-frequently. In like every Hermitcraft season. In recent memory, we've got the Blue River Raceway of course, but we also get those pranks and minigames and random silly interactions like Ren breaking into False's eagle and False pranking him at her elytra race. It doesn't need to be big and theatrical in classic Ren fashion (I remember the Renbob / Falsewell storyline in HC6; her nonchalance and confusion was so funny in contrast to Renbob's hippie demeanor).

And I kind of like the way they've kind of (?? or not???) escaped from the intense duo-ification from the fandom. Okay, to be fair, I know I am the worst offender of the duo-ification of them (with my desperate do not separate agenda), and maybe I've had a negative effect on the fandom, so feel free to throw me off my soap box. I remember how hermitblr as a collective suddenly lost it when they split in MCC17. We took them for granted, we all got to used to them being together, we got used to seeing them in the background, and then suddenly they’re not??

So we’re all kind of aware of them. But it’s not a terribly big thing…. until it is.

It's the same on the M/CC Reddit. Everyone knows they're iconic. But nobody makes a post about how we need more False and Ren duo interactions because they already interact a lot. It's just a natural constant. They don't really need a spotlight because they're just... here doing funky cute friendship stuff.

But if they ever, for some reason, become a mainstream duo on twt in its mainstream duo way with some [insert random noun] duo name, I will be so 🫠😒🔥💥🔥💥. But I literally cannot see this happening unless they team with Grian / Grian adjacent people in Life series. But even then I think they’re kinda exempt because everyone’s so used to them lol. It’s not like a shiny new uwu duo. It’s like how Stresskall is just Stresskall. Or Jleo.

(Actually, speaking of Stresskall, the entire Stress-Iskall-Ren-False group would make for an interesting fanon discussion bc it’s essentially made out of very solid and fan favourite duos. But not now. Team FRIS my absolute beloved though.)

Also, thinking about the ensemble HC fics I've read and how they're just casually kind of chilling in the background. Ren is usually paired with Doc (both platonic / romantic) but False is usually somehow mentioned in a passing comment. Same with False who's usually with the Hermitgals in ensemble fics, but there's also passing comments about her hanging out with Ren. Again, it's just a natural part of the background. Trivia that's sprinkled in between.

And that's why I think I'm so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 because it doesn't need to be big and grand... it's all the little moments <3 they have such a fun and playful dynamic and all the love for minigames <3

I don’t know if this is comprehensible or I’m just going crazy and overthinking things no one thinks about. But writing this was fun at least <3 If at least one person gets maybe 30% of this post (whatever it is), I'll be happy haha.

Post sponsored by the three people who liked my tweet from months ago 🥹

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kaitolovebot · 11 months

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hi!! could you do a drabble about nondespair oumota on their first date 🥺

WOOOO YES!! Most of it is under the cut to stop it from clogging up the dash. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! <3

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Come on, come on. One more chance…

It’s been a long time since Momota has been this sweaty. He can feel it dripping down the back of his neck and pooling underneath his shoulder blades, making the back of his shirt sticky and damp. It’s not even hot outside, either; it’s late autumn, comfortably cool enough for Ouma to be donning a scarf. Momota can feel his oversized eyes searching the back of his head, peeking out from the dense wool.

So it’s not the temperature that’s making Momota sweat. It’s the rows of empty bottles in front of him, the massive plushie that Ouma’s eyeing, and the fact that he’s down to one shitty little plastic ring, nestled in the palm of his hand.

Oh, and that it’s their first date. That’s probably playing a role.

Momota tightens his hand around the ring, smoothing his fingertips over the grooves in the synthetic silicone. It’s old and vaguely damaged — Momota is neither the first, nor the last person, to be personally victimized by a carnival game. The glass bottles are motionless in front of him, and their near-identical openings give Momota the impression of being watched by a thousand eyes.

The only differences between them are that one of them — set firmly in the middle, too close to the others for any reasonable chance of victory — has a gold rim. This is the bottle that Momota has to land on to get Ouma his stuffed animal. He settles his gaze upon it, and winds his arm up, like he’s preparing to throw a frisbee. Time is running out; now is his chance.

Three… two… one…

“Jeez, Momota-chan, are you ever gonna throw that thing? We’ve been here so long that I’m getting wrinkles!”

Momota’s arm is halfway through his throw when Ouma speaks, and the ring slips from his sweaty hand, shooting towards the array of bottles. He knows from the second he’s let go of it that it’s over; the ring ricochets against the glass, clinking violently against the necks of the bottles. It skips over the entire middle of the square, with such precision that Momota feels like he’s being mocked, and tumbles between two upper-left bottles, clattering onto the floor.

“Fuck!” Momota groans. “Ouma! Come on, man!”

He whips around to confront Ouma, who looks so innocent that Momota almost believes he didn’t set him up to fail. He’s halfway through a funnel cake, which he’s eating with his hands, having long-since discarded his plastic fork. Momota would like to think he threw it away, but it’s probably on the pavement somewhere. Ouma flutters his eyelashes and sucks the powdered sugar off of one of his fingers.

“What did I do? Don’t take your shitty ring toss skills out on me, Momota-chan! Maybe try not sweating like a pig next time!”

“Sorry, man. Looks like you lost,” The carnie says, with a tone that doesn’t imply much sympathy at all. Momota silently wonders if anyone’s ever won this game. “You want to try again? It’s only 1500 yen.”

Well, 1500 yen isn’t that bad. Momota eyes the stuffed animal hanging from the ceiling of the stand, trying to gauge how much he’s willing to spend on this thing. But really, it isn’t even about the plushie anymore. This is about Momota’s pride. It’s also about the fact that if he fails miserably here, this date — and any future it would have — could very well be over. Really, it’s not even a question.

Momota’s hand is halfway into his wallet when Ouma’s hand lands on his arm.

“Hey, Momota-chan promised we’d go get lunch after this!” Ouma stuffs the last bite of crunchy fried batter into his mouth, and folds up the paper plate in his hands. “I’m starving to death! Just look at me!”

“I thought you wanted the plush —“ Momota starts. Ouma squeezes his arm hard enough to make him grimace, and Momota gets the sense that he should shut his mouth.

“Now, Momota-chan, before I turn into skin and bones!”

Ouma is already skin and bones, somehow, despite the massive amount of junk he eats on a daily basis. But Momota doesn’t want to say no, so he stuffs his wallet back into his pocket — in the front, so Ouma can’t snatch it when he turns around — and lets Ouma hang onto his sleeve. His skin is warm, heated from his meal. It makes Momota feel pretty warm, too.

The carnival music is loud, even as they wander away from the stand, but Ouma is suspiciously quiet. Momota lasts about thirty seconds before he pries.

“You were pretty insistent about the stuffed animal before,” Momota says. “What the hell changed your mind? And I could have gotten it that time, you know! If you had let me try again!”

“Okay, no. Momota-chan never would have won that game, and he knows it,” Ouma says. Momota scowls. “But that’s not the point! Cause the point never was to win! Dummy!”

“What —“

Ouma yanks Momota behind one of the stands. This one involves picking up a plastic duck from a pool of water, and looking at the bottom of it. It’s the dumbest, most inane game that Momota can think of, but Ouma doesn’t seem to want to play it. He crouches down and yanks off one of his shoes.

Momota’s about to ask him what the hell he’s doing when he unzips a small compartment in the side, and pulls out something small and soft.

“The point was to get this!”

Ouma pulls his shoes on, stands back up, and presents the item to Momota. It’s a small stuffed toy, shaped like a rocket ship. Ouma holds it by the little chain and ring attached to the nose cone. It takes Momota a second to remember where he knows it from; it was one of the small prizes, the reward for hitting any bottle, not just the gold one.

“Where’d you—“

“I stole it!” Ouma announces. “And you helped by distracting the carnie! Thanks, Momota-chan!”

“I didn’t mean to help you steal something!” Momota reaches for the stuffed rocket, and Ouma doesn’t stop him; in fact, he kind of pushes it into his palm. It’s cheap-looking, like all carnival prizes are, but it’s cute. And it’s a rocket. Momota looks up at Ouma, suddenly getting it.

“But it was in the name of romance!” Ouma zips his shoe back up; Momota holds onto his shoulder to prevent him from tripping. “Cause I got it for you. I thought you would like it! You know what space nerds always say; have your idiot date shoot for the big plushie, and even if you miss, you’ll land among the little ones.”

Momota squeezes the plushie, gently. Practically, you could definitely buy this exact thing for less than the cost of playing the game. But despite that, he’s touched. He wants to hang it on his backpack, but more than that, he wants to show his appreciation. He looks up at Ouma, and opens his mouth.

“Oh, God,” Ouma crinkles his nose. “Don’t get sappy. I can see that look on your face! I also just took it ‘cause taking things is fun. So don’t let it get to your head.”

“Right,” Momota says. “Got it.” His tone does not convey that he’s got it, but he’s not going to make Ouma backpedal further. He tucks the rocket into his pocket, very gently, like he’s holding a small animal. More than that, like he’s holding a token of affection — rare, coming from Ouma. It’s a little 1500 yen treasure. “Uh, thanks.”

“Whatever,” Ouma says. He suddenly seems somewhat bashful. “I wasn’t lying about starving, you know! If you don’t get me to a hot dog stand now, you’re gonna have to carry me. Chop chop, Momota-chan! Let’s get going!”

“Sure.” Momota says, instead of saying what he wants to say. He reaches for Ouma’s hand, again; their fingers interlace. Momota squeezes, tenderly, and Ouma doesn’t make fun of him for it.

Momota will figure out a way to return the favor later, whether Ouma thinks it’s sappy or not. Right now, though, lunch awaits.

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I’m still taking oumota drabble requests! If anyone has a short & sweet sfw oumota idea, pls send it in my inbox and I’ll see if I can make it happen!! <3

#oumota #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #drv3 #danganronpa #this took me so long because i was so busy this week… hope it is cute and satisfies anyway <3 #thank you anon!

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Driving

Chapter 2 of the Methodical Tim Rockford Fan Fic series

Master list

Chapter 1

This was never going to be a series at all, but Tim has always come high in my polls & so many of you loved the soft Thinking chapter that it made sense. I had never intended to do more than just that, but soft Tim makes my heart flutter I’m not going to lie. & it’s nice to write something soft & not as intense. So here we are with chapter 2

Synopsis: Your rota at the police station has changed so seeing Tim for anything is hard, but being on later night traffic duty comes with some surprises.

Word count:2600

Warnings: mainly fluff & soft & sweet, Teasing, pining, breaking the speed limit, possible police bribery, mentions of oral sex & wanting to do other things to peoples bodies, swearing. But yea this is still very soft & tame.

As always thank you all for the read it’s always appreciated. I have no idea when chapter 3 will be done. All feedback is welcome peoples.

Tim sits behind the wheel of the new unmarked Audi that the police have. He knows where to take this for a spin safely to test its breaks & that it can get up to the maximum speed. He’s had the vehicle a few days to use this but he’s not done it, but tonight he will & he’s worried he might get in trouble for it.

As much as Tim Rockford is now a detective, he does miss his days of car chases & stealth driving. Flying up & down the motorways catching the culprit. He doesn’t get to do that so much any more, but he’s always kept his licence up to date, just in case & he’s always allowed to take the new unmarked cars out for a spin, just to clear his mind. He has picked tonight for a reason. He turns on the ignition & revs up the engine. “I must be crazy” he says to himself, as he puts it in gear “I’ve got to get her attention again somehow though, I need to know if I did something wrong”. Tim pulls out of the garage at the station & drives off into the dark night.

Your coffee date with Tim had been nice & you did it once a week for about a month just getting to know each other. Just as friends you kept telling yourself. But then he was on assignment for a month, working a hard case & you were also put on a different rota to him. No more meetings looking at the back of his neck as his hand graced around it. Every time you’ve gone to his office, it’s been locked & he’s not in or he’s in the middle of explaining something really complex to someone. He has no locker either because he has an office. You never swapped phone number or followed each other on social media, so you just hope to bump into him again. You two had a good connection & you were just waiting for him to ask you out for dinner or give you a kiss, but since that last coffee you’ve not even said hi to each other. You’re too busy both being over thinkers, thinking you’ve blown it with each other.

“I tell you what…” Winslow says as the speed gun reads 65mph as you sit there waiting to catch the fly races who like to bomb up & down this road, it’s always a good place to get fines on a Thursday night “…should he ever ask you out, I bet he’s got a whole plan to do it, in fact knowing how methodical he is, he probably has already planned everything out including the wedding & christening of any future…”

“That’s enough Winslow” you sigh eating your biscuits “& besides we now have a different rota, I don’t even get to just tap him on the shoulder at the meeting now, he’s a lost cause” you’ve resigned yourself to finding romance else where. Those few special coffees with Tim now a treasured memory.

68mph & 62mph are the next two vehicles to fly past you both as you eat your biscuits, chatting about life. But the next vehicle you didn’t need the speed gun to check it out. It flew by the two of you & you’ve put on your blues & twos in a second & are chasing after the car. Your reactions faster than the speed gun that read 89mph.

“Woooo” Winslow was not ready, they should always be ready for your driving though. It’s impressive, that’s why you’re on traffic, no one on the force can drive like you. “I almost lost my coffee” they say as they put the number plate through the system & it comes up unknown.

“That’s impossible” you protest “we need to find out who’s in this car asap” you’ve caught up with it very quickly. There isn’t much traffic about & you do the triple flash to say pull onto the hard shoulder which the car does & you park behind it.

“You can talk to this one” Winslow says as they dust their biscuit crumbs off them “you haven’t spoken to one of these people in a while & I like watching you get all stressed about there stupid excuse, that’s the only reason you’ve not been promoted yea”

“Yada yada… anything else you want to say?” You sarcastically say back to them As you grab your hat & badge to go & talk to this irresponsible driver. You know you need to work on your people skills, it is holding you back but you knew if everyone saw your driving you’d be earning at least 6 grand more a year. But you like being on traffic & being behind the wheel. You don’t really want that taken away from you.

You check the stopped car, which looks relatively new. The tyres are in good condition & there’s no scratches on it at all. This isn’t your typical boy racer car, this thing is built to move. Whoever owns it must have felt lucky tonight, but is now about to feel unlucky. You’ve not noticed the driver is beaming inside the car as he sees you walk towards his window & do the double knock as he roles his window down.

“Licence’s & registration please?” You stick your hand in as the window glides down. You don’t like to look at their face until you’ve seen the documentation. You hand grips around stuff that is more than just a driving licence & you turn on the torch on top of your uniform to read what been handed to you when a voice pops up that makes you gasp & makes the driver happy.

“It’s a company car, it’s being registered as we speak”

“TIM!!!” You shout startled almost dropping his personal licences, his advanced licence & his police documents in the middle of the road. Your suddenly all a fluster. “What are you doing here & why are you racing up & down this road way above the speed limit? You know there’s a dedicated place to do this right?” You are trying to calm you excitement at seeing Tim for the first time in weeks but you’re also trying to work out what the hell is going on.

“Well I still get to test these new unmarked cars when we get them, it’s a privilege of my position…”he’s smiling like the Cheshire Cat looking at you being all flustered before you interrupt him.

“But you’re meant to test them 8miles the other way, what if someone finds out? Wait are you after someone?” You suddenly think about Tim’s case which was mentioned in meeting about how there’s been vehicles involved & you kneel down next to the open window, lean on it & face him, his lips just inches aways. Those puppy dog eyes looking so lost & longing.

“Yes I was…” Tim starts you see his eyes dance & dazzle, could they get anymore beautiful.”… but not anymore because I’ve found you” you gasp a little because of his words & his hand running around his neck.

“Me…me?” You seem startled & jolt back slightly “why what have I…”

“Shhhh it’s okay, this wasn’t my original way i though I’d ask you to dinner, but assignments & Rotas have kept us apart” his face is genuine “& I am so going to get in trouble with the chief for doing this” he chuckles desperately hoping you heard in your over thinking mind that he just asked you to dinner.

“Yes you are Tim, but you’re Detective Rockford, the golden boy on the force. You’ll get a slap on the wrist, that’s all.” Your brain hasn’t registered that Tim has asked you out. It’s just over thinking everything & trying to process that Tim is even here at all, while trying everything in its power, to stop you from making out with the man who’s often telling you how special you are in your dreams. You can now also see Winslow walking over to see why the suspect isn’t out of the car yet. Clearly Winslow is concerned with how this is going. Usually the person is out of the car right now explaining & you’ve not asked them to do a background check on the driver. So them being concerned is justified.

“Excuse me” you turn as Winslow walks towards the car. “Would you please get out of the car so we….” Winslow then sees your smile before you step back & Tim exits the vehicle.

“Evening Winslow”

“Ahhh that explains it, but why are you…”

“Reasons” you & Tim say at the same time & in tone, before giggling at each other. Both of you love your shy giggles, it makes your hearts flutter.

“I’ll just run this back through the system then, say it was an exercise” Winslow wants to give you all the space in the world to speak with Tim. They can see how happy you are in his presence, even if they joke how how much you long for the detective.

“I’d love to stay & chat Tim, but I am on the clock, traffic won’t police itself.” You say with a big sigh as he puts his documentation on the passenger seat.

“We do need to catch up, I have to say my day no longer starts right with out your little gasps in the meeting.” You blush & roll your shoulders slightly like a shy little school girl, looking into his big brown beautiful eyes, through your own fluttering lashes.

“Yes Tim but I’m not sure…”

“What are you doing Saturday night?” It’s abrupt his question. You’d hate to be someone he interrogated if that is how he gets to the point with you, someone he likes. Those murderers have no chance.

“I need to check my schedule but I think I’m free” you bashfully say.

“Let me have your phone, your actual phone I know you have it on you, you always do.” As you get it out of your pocket, you see that large hand run its way around his neck & your lips curl in anticipation of what those hands one day might do to you. You hand over the phone after unlocking it & Tim calls his own phone from it. “There, now you have my number & I have yours. Because I don’t want you to be a stranger again” he says before making eye contact handing back your phone. Your phone is large but it looks so small in Tim’s hands.

“I’d like to take you out to dinner, as an apology for the last month of not buying you coffee” Tim eventually says out loud, finally having the courage to act on his instincts as a man not just a detective.

“I’d like that Tim, I’d like that a lot” is your response as you both take an unintentional step forward being in the others personal space. His cologne which you inhale, now a scent which you will always associate with him. “I’m sorry I didn’t…”

“Shhhhhh” Tim’s thumb is pressed against your lips as he shh you & he sees all the anticipation building up inside your body, which would so easily be released with just a kiss on the lips, & longing embrace, holding each other to sooth the collective wanting you both have.

“Tim��” it’s barely audible

“I… I…I know baby” Tim moves his head down as his thumb leaves your lips. He’s looking at how plump they are ready to engulf his own for something so smooth & soft & will set out in both your minds a life you both dream of having with each other. It’s going to be a beautiful cherished kiss. A moment in years to come that when people ask you about how you got together, you will both fondly recount this night. Your eyes close in anticipation this is finally happening.

Tim is almost there, his lips puckered, his hand now lightly around the top of your neck, ready to take the plunge. The soft sensation of a kiss you both need & want, it’s no longer going to be a fantasy. But Winslow has other ideas. They turn on the blues & twos & lights loudly & say through their loud speaker to empty road “nothing to see here drivers, keep driving”. You collectively leave your trance & the embrace is broken as you both jumped before laughing & you give Winslow the finger.

“I’ll kill them” you joke.

“Well if you do make, sure I get the case, so I can interrogate you & see you more” Tim chuckles in his reply, his hand still hasn’t left your shoulder, but the moment for a kiss on the lips has now passed.

“You know what Tim, I think I might” You stand on your tip toes & kiss his cheek, you feel his beard prickle against your chin, before you go back into your feet flat on the ground & the two of you hold each other & hug in a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“I should probably go actually test this car, I’m technically wasting police time”Tim says, his large hand had been stroking your hair while the other held you close. He, like you are too him, is now addicted to you scent, Cherry blossoms will now always remind him of you.

“That you are Tim. But I will text you later once I’ve checked my schedule for the weekend” you say eventually letting go. You think of going in for the kiss goodbye but this little moment has been perfect. A kiss can wait for another day, you are sure there will be many more to have with your handsome detective.

“So I’m not gonna get a fine for speeding?” He raises as an eyebrow as he steps back to get into his car.

“I mean technically you asked a police officer out on a date, that’s almost bribery & much worse than a speeding ticket” you joke & shut the car door with him.

“Well it’s a good thing, I know this police office who can back me up, because she means the world to me” He takes your hand which is on the open widow & kisses each of your knuckles. You turn bright red & savour each touch between your hand & his lips, the goosebumps on your body going into overdrive, each hair standing to attention.

“So…” Winslow says as you get back into the car & do a few heavy breathes after Tim drives off.

“Shut up Winslow”

“What!?” they say as they put into the system that stop was a training exercise “I just need to know if I need an outfit for the wedding that’s all” you playfully slap them “what… oh come on, please don’t tell me that for all these months, that you’ve not once imagined Detective Rockford lapping your pussy on your wedding night”

“WINSLOW” you shout & put the speed camera back on & not face them as they laugh. You then after a few minutes trying to be moody & not smile at them, turn you head to face them & say “who says that it can’t be before the wedding night?” The smug look on both your faces as you sit there waiting for more racers to fly up the road, confirms that you want Tim, & you desperately need to feel his lips on every part of your body .

Chapter 3

#fanfic #my fics #pedro pascal #fluff #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal fan fic #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #detective tim rockford #tim rockford #tim rockford fic #tim rockford fanfic #tim rockford fanfiction #soft

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sukipershipper · 8 months

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Behind every ruler comes a successor, with a greatness of his own. For the regal Grand King, Hadithi, it comes in the form of his eldest son. Prince Jabori is a visionary, a wonder of the Farasian world. He loves to create and invent, always finding solutions to problems within the community of Grevy's Keep. Throughout the generations of the Royal Family, Jabori also inherited a special ability from his father, but his most impressive trait is the abundant knowledge he possesses of magic and potion making, making him a very valuable member of the Royal Family and a very special part of his father's life.

In Kingdom of The Sun, Jabori goes through a very important change, as you can see here, but how he gets there at this point is yet to be revealed.

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WOOOO YESSSS!! HERE HE IS!! THE BOY, MY BABY!! THE ONE I LOVE SM

I love Jabori with all my heart, literally. When I first designed the Farasian Royals, Jabori was the first one I did. I love him very much and the growth he goes through in this story is quite big in my eyes. All I knew when I designed him was that I wanted him to have a golden mane, and originally he was going to be a golden Zebra, but I thought it would've been cooler to have a contrast where his coat was darker than his mane and it really works him him.

Anyways, Yes! The Farasian Royals are rounded up, and thus the first half of the characters from beyond Equestria that I have set up! We have 5 more to go! So stay tuned!

#mlp g5 #mlp mym #mlp make your mark #mlp tyt #mlp tell your tale #mlp a new generation #mlp oc #mlp zebra

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acaplaya-musings · 6 months

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Voiceplay Visuals: Valhalla Calling

This could be a bit of a long one (though still probably not as long as my post for Hide And Seek/Ding Dong)

Valhalla Calling was released on the 8th of April, 2023, and is kinda-sorta a sister video to My Mother Told Me. But Voiceplay didn't restrict themselves to just standing in front of greenscreen backgrounds this time, no no no! They worked together with some production studios/group called Vū, and usually I give credit shoutouts as I go through the video, but I think it might just be easier this time if I show you the credits in the description instead:

Yeah, this one was massive. (And wow Eli did a lot for this one! Shoutout to Eli!)

Voiceplay didn't see a return of Jose Rosario Jr for this one, but we got J None back for it! Woooo! So anyway, let's get into this!

I will get to everyone individually, but check out the set! I like the shields in the background.

J None! The man, the myth, the legend.

J has got the same kind of rune/symbol on his forehead as he did in My Mother Told Me (I'm using the video thumbnail for MMTM for comparison purposes), but brighter white on his cheeks, and of course a fresh new haircut. His shirt(?)/top is the same as well I believe, but the fur is different to that of his original costume.

Cesar of course didn't join Voiceplay till sometime after My Mother Told Me (fun fact: Valhalla Calling was release just a couple weeks shy of when My Mother Told Me was released, two years' prior), so nothing to compare against, but I love his makeup here!

Appreciation for the visual effects/design!

Geoff has swapped out the grey fur over one shoulder for a brown fur cloak/cape thing, and ditched the purple-ish lipstick he was wearing in My Mother Told Me as well, making him look a bit less terrifying 😝 (also, his hair in this one has a bit more fluff/volume to it (love that for him <3)). He does however have the same/similar tattoo designs on his face that he had in My Mother Told Me.

(Also I know I'm meant to be sticking to just the visuals, but you can't just expect me to talk about Valhalla Calling without talking about the B0 subharmonic that Geoff holds for 15 seconds!!!)

Layne seems to be wearing almost exactly the same (if not the exact same) outfit as he did in My Mother Told Me (see the first screencap above), and the same kind of face designs as well

Eli still has tattoo designs on his head like in My Mother Told Me (though whether they're the same or not I'm not sure), but the makeup around his eyes is darker, and of course, he now has a full beard and mustache! (Very impressive, might I add)

"shields and s p e a r s"

(For someone who is ridiculously modest when talking about himself ("baritone with a bass range" I mean REALLY), Geoff sure knows how to look incredibly smug in videos when he wants to be 😅😂)

Actually scratch what I said about nothing to compare Cesar's outfit against - the cloak he's wearing is the same one (or at least very very similar to) the one that Jose wore in My Mother Told Me!

Also shoutout to Cesar for being able to do literally anything when it comes to characters, acting, and performances! Multifaceted is an understatement honestly (and yes I will be talking about Creep, eventually)

He's coming!!!

He is here!!!

(Love Geoff raising his alehorn(?) to J in greeting here)

Outside group shot! Makes costume comparisons a heck of a ton easier.

Layne is basically the only one that stuck with basically his whole original outfit. J kept parts of his and still stuck close to the original concept (with the fur and stuff), Eli definitely got an outfit upgrade (though his tunic/shirt is a pretty similar green colour to what he was wearing in MMTM, and Geoff just basically went with a brand new look (Good For Him). He's still got one arm uncovered/exposed like in MMTM, but it's the right arm this time, not the left! (And J none has more of his arms exposed than he originally did!)

Very smooth hood flip! (which somehow I never noticed before this)

More appreciation for Cesar's makeup!

Everyone of course gave this performance 110%, and J None absolutely killed it with his original rap solo (hey, it was a visual performance too!), but also look at Geoff, looking like some sort of powerful and intimidating sorcerer while delivering another B0 subharmonic held note!

J None trying to rival Layne in Hoist The Colours with his Fierce/Crazy Eyes look I see!

Also whoops I think I just spotted a minor editing/continuity mistake. See Cesar in the background in the above shot here? With the hood off? Well this is the next frame:

Cesar with the hood still on. I shan't hold it against them (editing this must have been a nightmare, at least partially), but I am here to talk about visuals, and so if I see something of note, then I will mention it!

A very small and very blink-and-you-miss-it eyebrow quirk/raise from Geoff (y'know, just to kill us further 😆)

The original creator of the song, Miracle Of Sound, commented on this video, saying "Well done, lads. Definitely one of the more creative covers I've heard! I rate it ten raised alehorns out of ten." And the video currently sits at 4.2 million views on YouTube, which is pretty dang impressive considering the video isn't even a year old yet (UPDATE: as of the 20th of March, it's now at 4.6 million! Goddamn!)

Incredible video, incredible arrangement, incredible vocals, it's honestly peak Voiceplay (but not Voiceplay at it's peak! They don't have one!). I have a good handful of videos to keep going through, so stay tuned!

#voiceplay #acapella #valhalla calling #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #j none #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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deathbxnny · 3 months

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BXNNY! I FINALLY GOT FURINA!!!!

After sooo long and doing everything i could to get primogems and such, I GOT THE LOVELY FURINA AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!! But then the 4.8 trailer came out and Navia is literally next on the wish banner. So while i did get my Furina, i might have to skip Navia.. I mean i’ll still keep trying but it’s very unlikely i would get her due to being guranteed for Furina earlier. Regardless if i do get her or not, im still gonna farm for Navia’s materials.

Btw any thoughts on the recent Natlan teaser? I really love the new Natlan characters and im for sure saving for the Dendro boy one but.. is it bad that i felt a bit peeved that their skins are not darker? Like Natlan is based of countries that are part of the Ring of Fire and people there mostly have darker skins. I mean the three characters we saw do still have dark skin i guess? but i dont know how to explain it. It feels like the Sumeru thing all over again but im not sure tbh. I mean i havent seen anyone talking about it but then again, i dont have twitter due to how toxic the enviroment is.

Also i hope you dont mind me adding more to my analysis on Wriothesley (on the dead child thing) but the more i reread that post, the more i feel like Wriothesley sees the reader’s existence as a mockery made by the universe to him. The first time he had a family, it turns out to be fake, the second time he had a family in his kid, it was taken away from him way too soon, and then years later, the reader appears as a mocking reminder of the what he could have right now if it werent for his child’s untimely death. Like the part where you explain his confused temper, it feels like he’s in a mix of denial, bargaining, and anger from seeing the reader. He’s obviously grieving but he’s just stuck on those three parts. My guess on how his grief in stages are like would be first Depression, then it quickly turn into Denial, then after a few years and seeing the reader, it went to a mix of a small part of denial and a huge amount of anger and bargaining. And he might be stuck in that mix possibly forever. Like i said in my analysis post, to not think about his child means that he’ll be stuck grieving for a long time unless he finally decides to move on and process it all in a healthly way.. which is kinda unlikely. (Also also im glad you like my in depth analysis ^_^)

So yeah that’s all.. hope you a great day/night and get some rest if you need it.

- Flower Anon 🌸

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Woooo! Congrats on getting Furina, Flower Anon!!<33

I really hope you get Navia as well, because she's extremely strong. I'm always in awe when mine casually hits over 100k with her E skill lol.

Regarding my thoughts on Natlan... ah tbh, I honestly have non to share. I have yet to really connect to it, and from what I've seen, time will tell if I'll be impressed. The skin color part is another whole thing on its own, and I won't get into it too much, as I feel like Twitter hell is doing that enough for me lmao. But I agree that it's quite odd and may be the reason as to why I don't like the character designs that much either. I also don't like how... bright, everything seems either, but that's just personal preference, lol.

Your analysis is really spot on, btw, Flower Anon!! Wriothesleys' part is extra tragic because different than the others, he has no way of getting help or coping in a healthy manner due to being in prison. So yeah, his fate is far more depressing, as he will never even be able to escape the place his child died in to begin with.

With that said, however, thank you for your ask and I hope you have a great day/night yourself!!<33

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#bxnny-talks

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ssreeder · 2 years

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SREEDIE MY GORGEOUS EX-WUSBAND

(this one is possibly my longest comment ever so uhh good luck)

no fr I saw the update I was like fucking FINALLY I’m getting some good enrichment in my enclosure how do you always have perfect timing???

and just like.. 30k?? IS IT MY BIRTHDAY ALREADY WTF you’re honestly insane ilysm

fuck you I don’t love you “zuko didn’t return that night” looking ass >:(

okay ik this is a sad emotional scene but the spirits not giving a fuck about sokka is like so ironic lmao bc in the show they never leave him alone even tho he tries to avoid them at all costs T-T

bruh not sokka thinking hakoda is annoying for breathing- he’s finally experiencing a normal teenager experience :’)

oh nooooo sokka if you tell hakoda you’re in love with zuko and hakoda reacts badly fuuuuuuck

YES SOKKA SOB OUT THE SADNESS EXPERIENCE SOME CATHARSIS BESTIE WOOOO

hakoda said toxic masculinity get rekt that’s so girlboss of him

THANK YOU BATO FOR BEARING THE BRUNT IF HAKODAS ACCIDENTAL HOMOPHOBIA SO SOKKA DOESNT HAVE TO SUFFER ANY MORE THAN HE ALREADY HAS YOURE DOING THE LORDS WORK TRULY

idk how you intended this to be read but I’m picturing hakoda saying “no.. not the watch tower” like this:

but also not hakoda doing reconnaissance on zukka-

yes sokka when it’s a question of how information gets spread the answer is always fucking reho (and I love him for that how else is anyone supposed to get anything done with everyone else being too emotionally constipated to talk to each other)

I cannot express to you how fucking frustrated I am by the communication being compromised bc of the fucking dai li bc ykw??? it’s such an incredible plot point by you since it is 100% in character for the dai li to interrupt messages bUT I HATE IT SO MUCH I’m literally going to have the time of my life when Somebody finally gets a clue about what’s going on

lmao katara something really did happen after you left but lucky for you it was a good thing!! and a bad thing bc everything always goes to shit but oh wellllll

katara you moron why did you tell them you’re leaving T-T

uh yeah no I can promise you jet is anything BUT bored jet is scheming jet is raging jet is challenging firebenders to duals he can’t win JET IS MAKING FRIENDS (well one friend and he doesn’t want to admit they’re friends but reho still counts)

oh fuck. jet you’ve really done it now.

BUT ALSO I FUCKING CALLED IT I KNEW ZUKO WOULD LEAVE JUST IN TIME IM SCREAMING THE STARS ARE ALIGNING THE PLOT US UNFOLDING THE DAI LIS PLANS ARE RUINED

oh hakoda I love how smart you are we really need a good tactician and here you are saving the day <3

also quon is a fuckinf asshole I hope he gets decked at some point xx (but it’s kinda a slay too that he just has so much audacity like it’s honestly lowkey impressive ngl)

yes bato act dumb and pretty we fully support lying and trickery in this household

also I’m placing my bets on zuko returning at the most inconvenient time in the most dramatic way possible fyi (and I’m going to eat it up bc I live for dramatic zuko)

uh yeah jet bby you’re definitely ashamed of what you did hate to break it to you HOWEVER I really do get why jet did do what he did bc he’s traumatised and also a teenager and so he was never going to think maturely and rationally (which like yes obvi that means he caused the problem BUT ALSO it’s not his fault he’s problematic) I just really need him to get some therapy dude

OKAY can I just say I love you showing toph as being affectionate outside of playful physical aggression?? it’s been ages since I’ve read a fic where toph has shown some form of affection that hasn’t been a punch in the arm! and I feel like that’s so important bc in the show most of the female characters are insanely talented in the art of combat and so often they then get reduce to Just being aggressive (like toph) or being overly emotional (like katara which is super ironic considering the ember island players tragic performance and how that was supposed to actively argue against katara being so one dimensional) WHEN REALLY they ARE BOTH tough and have feelings bc they’re literally human beings

yeah I have many opinions oops

I FEEL SO VINDICATED I LOVE YOU KATARA AND YOUR BIG SMART BRAIN she’s such a good actor my heart is squeezing in satisfaction oh lordy

shit. appa. fuck. goddamnit. REALLY?

omg this is so not gonna happen but imagine if zuko turned up in ba sing se and then all communication Issues are solved and he can help find appa like in the show :D

well not all communication issues but a fuck ton of them

YES RASU he’s such an icon I actually love him with my whole entire heart my flirty baby boy

lmao zuko had a crush on rasu

same.

shit. idk why but it’s so jarring to have be explicitly said that zukos death (even tho it’s fake news) is a casualty of war. like OBVIOUSLY but to have it put so bluntly is like damn. it’s like as a casualty of war, it matters fuck all that he was a prince or why he was hunting the avatar and everything that made (makes) him integral to the war effort bc in reality he really just is another kid who died in the war. and then THAT just makes you think, yeah he’s not all that special because the horrific reality is that so many people were casualties of the war and while they’re anonymous numbers on a large scale, in life they Mattered and now it’s all for naught. jesus crispy sreedie you’ve really got me grieving

FUCK YEHA QUON IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HES DISMISSING JETS INTEL ALL BY HIMSELF THIS IS A WIN TEAM

sokkaaaa now is not the time to be bad at readying facial cues T-T

aang has so much more emotional maturity than people give him credit for fr. like there’s no way in hell I would’ve been able to regulate my emotions half as well as aang when I was 12 even WITHOUT factoring in the genocide of his nation

holy shit reho DESERVES SO MUCH FUCKING LOVE I WILL PERSONALLY FIGHT EVERYONE WHO DARES TO INSULT HIM AFTER THIS

also he’s so fucking wise “evil people don’t only belong to one nation, they are everywhere” LIKE PREACH they really fucking are war provides a platform for the worst people to shine

real talk if shen dies I’m gonna be devastated

ohoho nice like fic name drop right here

omg not zuko popping up at the MOST convenient time in the least dramatic way possible??? shocked but also not surprised bc it’s making perfect sense narrative wise

wheezing at zuko being consistently unpredictable bc ykw the only reason nobody can figure out what he’s planning is bc my boy simply does not have one!! ever!! and it’s legend behaviour actually I think it might be the reason he’s my fav character

okay okay okay at least sokka and zuko have bato with them for child wrangling purposes bc they need an adult. but oh no hakoda is aloooone

zuko you dumbass motherfucker did you just SURRENDER YOURSELF

ykw I take back what I said about him never having a plan being my fav thing about him I have come to my senses and have reconsidered.

ZUKKA KISS??? it’s tragic.

it’s so fucked up that ara and sokka are gonna become friends again bc their bfs got taken hostage but I’m here for it

HOLY FUCK SHIT YEAH SUKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

MAI AND TY-LEE OMG MY GIRLS ALL MY GIRLS ARE COMING ITS HAPPENING ITS NOT A DRILL OMG SREEDIE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND IM GOING FERAL

A Z U L A

okay so obviously appa is under lake lagoli right

and yes I’m very relieved that shen and zuko are together at least BC NOW WE CAN GET SOME MORE QUALITY BANTER AND THATS ENOUGH COMPENSATION FOR THE TRAUMA RIGHT

RIGHT??

reunion soon :3

anyways why did I think this would actually end okay with zukka and bato off frolicking to ba sing se?? how am I that delusional?? it’s like I don’t know you

I HOPE YOU TAKE A REFRESHING NAP AND RECOVER FROM THIS DOOZY OF A FINALE BUT ALSO I AM WAITING IN ANXIOUS ANTICIPATION FOR THE NEXT BOOK ITS GOING TO BE THE LONGEST AND MOST HORRIFIC JOURNEY TO A ZUKKA REUNION EVER AND I CANNOT WAIT also bc you don’t write zuko pov that means we’re gonna get a lot more shen pov?? which I think will be really fun so that’s exciting too

LOVE YOU TO BITS AND PIECES

leekie <3

OH MY GOSH, if you keep flirting with me we might just have to tear up our divorce papers and move in together.

Hahah Hakoda’s reaction to the watchtower is exactly how I envisioned it. Sarcastic & pretend shock lol.

Katara’s honesty is finally catching up with her, getting her in trouble with the Dai Li that is. But she is a strong girl and she can hold her own, I know she’ll be ok!

Ok I love that you brought up toph because sometimes I feel like fics make her out to be a lie detecting, punching, sarcastic person and just leave it at that. But she is so much more than that, all the female characters are! I hope I can do them justice.

Zuko does have a plan!!! “Don’t let Sokka get hurt” - that’s it, that’s the plan. Haha.

I hope Shen doesn’t die… but also, I can’t make any promises.

SUKI IS ON THE WAY TO HELP SOKKA!!! & azula is on the way to bomb him lol.

Im sure it’ll be fine, I love you! You’re amazing. But I also hate you because we are divorced and GRRRRRRR, but secretly we’re still hooking up and it pretty obvious but shhhh don’t tell anyone. ;)

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jashne-bahaaraa · 3 years

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hi hello

#i've come to scream about the ending of u/tsukushii kare #IT WAS SO CUTE I WANNA CRY #i really really liked it so much aaaaaaa #ngl i thought it'd have a super sad ending for some reason but i'm so happy it didn't end the way it did #can we talk about ep 6 tho???#like damN #and just ep 5 anf 6 in general #we got to see k/iyoi's pov and i was???#i saw someone say that he actually likes h/ira more than h/ira likes him and tbis was before ep 5 #and i was like no wayyy #but then ep 5 happened and BOOM #gosh the ending of the drama tho 😭😭😭#i really wish there would be a s2 #also i love how there's only 6 24-minute eps but nothing feels rushed or missing #really impressed with how they did that woooo #i'm kinda satisfied with the fact that it'll be the last drama i'll watch this year #man this year ending doesn't even feel real sighhh #ny.dramas

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this time, i come without the fear of perishing.

however.

omg.

i headcanon that isabel is overly protective of her older brother (levi), so she would naturally not be happy with the idea of him getting a s/o. like shes so standoffish. she thinks that the s/o will not last. she watches a lot of disney movies LMFAOOO. like she would believe that the s/o is actually a secret villain in disguise *audible gasp*

as for furlan, he is definitely awkward around levi's s/o. *audible fear*

pls add on omg <3 ill love u forever i promise *audible love*

like like basically (shouldve just started with this but): headcanons of levi s/o meeting isabel and furlan in modern au

yas slay

for isabel, i actually think the opposite, i personally think that she'd be so excited for levi-bro and would not leave his s/o alone. ever. however, i do kinda agree that she'd be a liiiittle suspicious just because of their environment n shit, but nonetheless i think she'd be very hopeful that levi and his s/o last because of how intrigued she is

furlan? yeah. awkward 1000%. would not know how to hold a conversation with them. furlan is very much a man of business, and i don't think levi's s/o would be very much business-oriented, so it'd be kinda awkward. that doesn't mean he wouldn't be nice, though! he'd truly try his best to befriend levi's s/o and would definitely act kindly towards them

ok headcanon time (in this specific case, levi's s/o, aka you, is feminine and identifies as female)

- you weren't sure how comfortable you were knowing one of levi's roommates was a girl tbh

- levi was pretty understanding of that, but he assured you that isabel is literally like a baby sister to him

- him using the term "baby sister" was honestly very reassuring

- as soon as you walked through the door, any and all of your leftover suspicious of isabel were gone. she literally was like levi's baby sister and you were able to see that immediately

- "oh shit, you gotta be y/n! LEVI BRO! WHERE DID YOU FIND HER? I WANT ONE LIKE HER!" and then she grabs your hand and drags you over to the couch

- isabel asked more or less 47 questions about you in the span of like an hour

- "you're so pretty, what's your skincare routine?" "what's your favorite kind of flower? has levi ever gotten you those flowers? if he hasn't, i will." "is it hard dealing with levi sometimes? 'cause i know it is." "soooo, have the two of you... ya know... ;D"

- that's when levi would intervene LMAO

- "isabel, shut the fuck up. leave y/n alone."

"hey, would you rather me show no interest?"

"in this case, yes."

- you were really fond of isabel. even though she caught you off-guard with some of her curiosity, you still found her amusing and fun to be around

- furlan was fine. like, there was no genuine interaction like there was with isabel. just casual small talk, asking how your day was, all that kinda stuff

- you began to understand why levi and furlan were so close. both of them were very reserved and serious about what they spent their lives doing, and you respected furlan for that

- he was just a lot less intimidating than levi tho LMAO

- "so uh, y/n... y/n, right?"

"yeah, that's my name."

"alright, got it... are you ever gonna move in with us?"

"O_o"

- yeah so furlan's first impression was kinda weird, but you still thought he was great guy with just an awkward personality

- you really enjoyed spending time with isabel and furlan and were so happy to see that these were the people that surrounded levi. they seemed to have pretty optimistic attitudes, which you know levi needed

- when levi sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, isabel fucking screamed and scared both of you shitless

- "THAT'S SO CUTE!!!! NO, LEVI, PUT YOUR ARM BACK! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!"

- you and levi looked at each other with these goofy ass smiles and decided you had nothing to lose. so, you kissed

- "WOOOO HOO! YEAH, LEVI!"

"isabel, i will smack the shit out of you."

- overall, you absolutely loved levi's roommates and couldn't wait to see them more often. and, to answer furlan's off-putting question, yes, you talked about it with levi and would want to move in soon <3

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot #snk #levi ackerman #furlan church #farlan church #isabel magnolia #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi x you #levi headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #shingeki no kyojin headcanons #aot headcanons #snk headcanons

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soradragon · 3 years

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You Got Mail Pt 1 Thorin Is A What!?

~summary~

Never thought that what had started as just delivering some packages would get you a family and friends you could only dream about.

It's hard to travel one point to another when they are far apart. Especially when danger is around every corner! Which is why you decided to help the people out by offering your service to help deliver packages or mail that a bird can't carry.

Only problem?

Most people are afraid of you. Your tall, broad and terrifying with that huge axe on your back. It causes quite a few misconceptions, like when that one person screamed at you not to kill him when you approached. Or that one time you knocked at a round green door and met waist to face with a hobbit, who fainted as soon as he saw you.

Whoops.

At least you gained a friend out that whole fiasco.

And now he has sent you with some packages to deliver to a friend of his far over the Misty mountains. Maybe you can find a place of belonging there?

You shall see.

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warnings: little bit of angst but afterwards none!

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You hurried up the stone stairs of Erebor, muttering pardon to every dwarf you almost bumped into. The packages in your hands blocked most of your view.

You were so far behind your estimated arrival. Those stupid orcs, holding you back from delivering these packages.

They didn't stand a chance. Your years of training into becoming a well-fleshed warrior paid off. Those scums were not going to stand between you and your quest to deliver these packages to a dwarf called Thorin.

You had no clue who that was.

This is why you were here, going up the many, many stairs towards what you assumed would be the throne room.

At least you hoped this was the right way. The kind dwarf had pointed you the way after you had accidentally scared him to death by suddenly appearing behind him.

You really hoped your size didn't give the kind lad the wrong impression of you...

You often left some sort of daunting opinion on the people you tried to talk to or offer your service to. Your intimidating stature was the main reason, like how you met good mister Bilbo Baggins!

It was a funny story now, according to Bilbo, though you had a completely different view on things.

The poor hobbit had fainted when he unsuspectingly opened the door of his hobbit-hole when there was a knock on the door and came face to waist with you. He fainted on the spot.

Now, you didn't want to be rude and just leave the poor hobbit lying in the doorway, so you did what any gentle person would do and carried him inside. Wiping your feet before going inside - you weren't a barbarian - You set him on the first stool you could find.

You waited at a distance, crouching down so you wouldn't scare him again when he would wake up.

After a while, mister Bilbo came to his senses. He was kind enough to listen to your apology and attempt to explain the accident.

The good hobbit apologized in return for fainting on his guest, which was a 'very impolite thing to do.'

Bilbo’s words. Not yours.

He had offered some tea to make up for his rudeness, which you humbly accepted.

And that's how your friendship began.

It had been months since that accident, and mister Bilbo still knowingly tells you he didn't hold a grudge and to forget it. That smart lad, he could read you like a book. Knowing when the nagging guilt of your tall, intimidating stature would resurface again and bring you down.

You were taller and broader than an average human, standing two or three heads bigger than the average person. Dwarves reached just above your stomach, hobbits stood even lower.

You had to crouch down to accept the packages mister Bilbo had asked you to deliver to a friend one day.

Which coincidentally was the same day you were so down in the dumps, muttering degrading stuff about yourself. Of course, Bilbo overheard it. And being the goodhearted, stubborn hobbit that he is, he had come up with a solution.

He had sent you off towards Erebor with his packages, promising you would find your place, believing it would be there.

Even now, as you walked up the stone stairs of Erebor, you had no clue what this had to do with discovering the place where you belonged, but knowing Bilbo, he had a plan.

You trusted mister Bilbo with your life. Surely he knew what he was doing. He was a wise hobbit. Having gone on his many adventures, he had learnt some things you couldn't imagine.

You smiled, thinking about the stories of mister Bilbo's adventure - carefully balancing the packages in your hands as you walked up the stairs - talking in many details about the journey:

How they faced the nasty trolls, confronted the dangers of the spiders and much more.

But what stuck with you the most was the way dear mister Bilbo spoke so fondly of his companions:

About Bomburto's delicious cooking. The two princes pranks, Borur's jokes and songs and many more. (You've forgotten most of the names of the companions, only remembering some of the names partly)

But mister Bilbo talked about one companion the most; Thorin Oakenshield.

It was clear how mister Bilbo thought about this fellow with affection.

Was Thorin his lover, perhaps?

It was not your business, you reminded yourself.

You only had to deliver these packages to Thorin Oakenshield. Heck, you had no idea who he was. Who knows how many Thorin Oakenshields there were in Erebor?

Bilbo told you you would recognize Thorin when you meet him.

You really hoped that was the case, since going off with just a name did not really help finding the right person.

You cursed with panic in your voice as you reached the ends of the stairs, tripping over the last step, which was crooked and broken.

One of the packages slipped from your grasp. In a panic, you reached an arm out, throwing your body forward. Your fingers slightly graced the wrapping paper making it possible to slap it up into the air again. Gaining the momentum you hoped was enough.

Sadly, it soared way too much to the side, right out of your reach.

Maybe the deities from above had pity on you at that moment, for someone caught the package before it could hit the ground.

Your soul almost left your body with relief.

"Not a bad catch if I do say so myself," a smooth voice chuckled from above you. You glanced up. Before you stood a dwarf with a smirk on his face. He offers you the packages as he spoke up again.

"Where are you off to, in such a hurry that you dropped this, my dear traveller?"

You didn't know how to respond, taken aback by this handsome fellow before you. Reaching out your hands, you accepted the packages from him, hands slightly brushing against his.

They felt rough, like they've been through a lot. They were warm and much smaller than yours. It enchanted you.

You cleared your throat after a moment of awkward silence, hiding your face behind one of the packages in embarrassment. Raising back to your full height, the kind dwarf had to crane his neck to look at you.

"I've...I've been told...I've got some packages for a Thorin Oakenshield from… from Bilbo Baggings, and I've been told that he would be in the throne room." You said, trying not to stumble on your words too much, feeling quite flustered by the recent predicament.

The kind Dwarf's face lit up when you mentioned mister Bilbo Baggings.

"Mister Boggings send uncle some packages? Why didn't you say so earlier, my dear traveller? Follow me, uncle will love to hear about our beloved burglar!"

The dwarf grabbed you by the arm and led you to what you assumed was the throne room.

To say you were baffled and speechless was an understatement.

The dwarf didn't seem to be affected by your stature, dragging you along like you weighed nothing. (Which wasn't true. You just let him lead the way) But he also called mister Bilbo, Boggings and a burglar!

Which wasn't like mister Baggings at all.

And uncle!?

You tried to wrack your brain for any clues as to who this very handsome dwarf was. No name nor idea came to your mind.

"Oh!"

The dwarf suddenly exclaimed, stopping in his tracks so suddenly that you bumped into his back. You took a step back immediately out of politeness.

He turned to you. Letting your arm go, he clapped his hands together with a smirk on his face. You still felt the lingering warmth on your arm.

"Oh, dearie me! I completely forgot to introduce myself. How terribly rude of me!" He scolded himself. Tapping his hand against his forehead. You would have thought he was genuinely apologetic, but his grin and eyes told you he wasn't sorry at all. It was as if he had planned this, and it had worked in the best way possible.

"Fili at your service, my dear traveller."

He spoke in a lowered voice as he bowed, never taking his eyes off your face. It was uttered in a way that made it sound like it was only meant for your ears.

It was a simple sentence, yet it left a strange feeling in its wake.

Like a wave of warmth flowed through your body from the toes to your head.

You resisted the urge to shiver.

You managed to calm your racing heart enough to respond to him, "Y/N at yours."

Fili repeated your name, trying it out for the first time. His smirk shifted into a soft endearing smile as he reached for your back, leading you forward once again. "Well then, Y/N, how did you meet good old Bilbo Boggings?"

And that's how you began telling the tale of how you met mister Bilbo. Fili seemed to cling to every word you mumbled. Face lighting up in a smirk or kind smile as you talked. He even gave his own opinion at any chance that presented itself. Most were teasing words to fluster you, but some were sincere and serious. Like, how he reacted with a scoff when you told him that people often are intimidated by your stature. Scaring them off before you could ever offer any kind of greetings.

It wasn't long when you suddenly realized something: Thorin was one of mister Bilbo's companions on his adventure. Fili here mentioned Thorin being his uncle, and not to forget Fili knew mister Bilbo personally... Not to forget, the name Fili did sound somehow familiar to you.

The wheels were turning inside your head.

The two of you reached the throne room without you noticing it. Still deep in your thoughts as you wandered in.

Why would Thorin be in the throne room if he were a civilian? Was he a guard or something? A scholar, maybe...? No, all of those don't match the image mister Bilbo had created for Thorin at all.

The way mister Bilbo always described Thorin was one of grace and strength. A stubborn dwarf with a passionate heart and in possession of great loyalty to his companions. He led the company with might and experience, a person who demonstrated nobility with every move he took and with every word he uttered.

Your head snapped up when a deep voice spoke, your eyes meeting crystal blue ones. And just like that, everything clicked in place.

How could you have forgotten? Bilbo had often talked about Thorin Oakenshield, about his deeds and image, but also about his nephews:

Fili and Kili. The mischievous brothers would often cause troubles for poor mister Bilbo. Though somehow, in all those tales he told you time and time again, he never once mentioned that they were royalty. Not to mention Thorin being the actual king Under the mountain!

"Greetings, traveller. I welcome you here in Erebor. For what purpose have you presented yourself before me?"

Thorin's voice sounded like a true leader. It was strong. And authoritative and carried clearly throughout the throne room. If you hadn't known of him from mister Bilbo's stories, you would've been too intimidated to speak. (Still slightly intimidated, were you supposed to bow? Kiss his hand? Something?)

Fili spoke up when you stayed silent for too long, "I believe this traveller, Y/N, has come from far to deliver some presents to you, uncle."

Thorin had opened his mouth to ask further but was interrupted by a dwarf who popped up next to you. You startled, flinching from the sudden closeness. You managed to stop yourself from hitting the dwarf on the head in reflex. The dwarf didn't seem to mind, ignoring your noise of surprise, standing on his toes to look at the packages in your hands. "My oh my, look what we have here!" The dwarf exclaimed, snatching the first package out of your hands to look at it better.

"Kili," Fili said through clenched teeth, glaring at his brother, who rolled his eyes at him.

"He's such a killjoy sometimes, that dear brother of mine," Kili complained to you in a low voice and gave you a wink. After Fili cleared his throat, Kili gave the box back and twirled around, bounding over towards Fili with a cheeky grin on his face. He threw his arm over Fili's shoulder, using his entire weight to lean against him. Fili sighed at Kili's antics.

"Presents from our dear burglar from the Shire. Oh, I wonder what kind of gifts master Boggings has for our dear uncle~" Kili said in a singing voice smirking towards Thorin. From what you could see, you noticed Thorin's eyes widened slightly. He shifted in the seat of his throne as though he wanted to leap down and snatch the packages out of your hands.

Thorin had uttered something you couldn't catch, but you guessed he asked you to confirm Kili's words, so you nodded.

"Um, yes, master Bilbo has sent me to deliver these packages to you."

You felt so awkward as you spoke. You had no idea what else to say or do, for that matter.

Master Bilbo did not give you any instructions to approach this whatsoever.

Thorin rose up from the throne, making his way towards you with purpose in his every step. It was hard to look away. You felt your body tense up underneath his piercing gaze. Thorin stopped at the start of the stairs, waiting. Unsure what to do, you glanced towards Fili, who gave you an encouraging look. Motioning with his head for you to go towards his uncle. Swallowing, you took a hesitant step, then another, and another, till you met Thorin halfway. His eyes seemed to twinkle as you gave the packages to him. He nodded gratefully to you, glancing at the note atop of the boxes.

You don't know what master Bilbo has written on it (you didn't want to be rude and peek) but, it seemed to make Thorin quite satisfied.

"I thank you, traveller," Thorin said, glancing up at you before looking back at the note. You managed to find your voice and smiled. "It's my pleasure, master Bilbo is a good friend of mine. I'm glad I was able to be of service to him." You said, mentally patting yourself on the back for finally finding your courage to talk to him.

Thorin looked at you this time, he didn't avert his eyes again. "You know Bilbo personally?" He asked. And did you just mistake it? Or did the corners of his lips tilt upwards a little? And his eyes seemed to twinkle.

"Ah, yes, I do. Master Bilbo let me stay at his house for a while. He often talked about his adventures with the company. He really makes some delicious tea."

Were you the only one who was feeling awkward in this conversation? You had no idea where this was going, but apparently, you were going to go along with it.

"I am glad to hear it's going well with our burglar," Thorin said, smiling softly to himself.

"Dear traveller, I must ask you to stay here for quite a while longer before you go on your travels again. For you see, the entire company - me included - would love to hear more about how our dear burglar is faring. You see, Bilbo does not always mention the details about how he is doing in his letters he sends us. We would love to hear it from someone who knows him. It's far more comforting reading it on a piece of paper, don't you think so too?"

Okay, what's going on?

Thorin turned to address a guardsman. "Could you lead this dear traveller to their temporary stay? Take a special guestroom nearby. They must be tired from the journey. You are dismissed."

The guard nodded and turned to lead you out of the throne room. Before you made your way to leave, Thorin turned to you with a smile. "May you have a good night's rest, Y/N."

"U-um, yeah...sure..." You just nodded and let the guard lead you. You were out of it. All of it happened way too fast for you to wrap your head around.

Fili and Kili requested their dismissal before following after you. Kili eagerly walked next to you. "So...You really know our dear burglar?" Kili asked, his eyes glancing towards you before averting again and so on. He was smiling, but his eyes were focused as if he was thinking of something.

"Uh...Apparently...?" You internally cringed at the words that tumbled out of your mouth. It sounded more like an uncertain question instead of an answer.

Oh, that did not go smoothly at all.

Before Kili could reply, you started to backtrack. "Well, if you mean burglar....as-as in master Bilbo Baggings...Then, sorta...? I-I mean...I never knew master Bilbo is a burglar... Not that I'm saying that he never steals or anything. He has snatched a couple of Lobelia's silverware. But it was originally his...so I don't know if that counts...Not that he should steal stuff! Stealing stuff is bad!"

And, you have started rambling. Nice...

You cleared your throat before muttering. "What I meant to say was: If you mean master Bilbo, then yes...I do know him..." You were staring at the floor now.

It was quiet for a second before Kili started to snicker. Glancing up, you saw him smile brightly at you. He pointed a finger at you, "I like you. You'll be fun to be around." Mischief sparkled in his eyes. You glanced towards Fili, who rolled his eyes at Kili before giving you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I won't let him prank you too much while you stay here."

Though the comment wasn't as reassuring as his smile, it did, however, soothe your nerves quite a bit.

And in an instant, you slightly felt like you really were a part of them.

You were glad the two brothers accompanied you to your chamber. The guard did not speak once. She just walked ahead without showing any emotions. It would've been a very awkward walk if it wasn't for the two brothers. For that, you were very grateful.

Kili kept talking animatedly while Fili jumped into the conversation every now and again. Mostly making jokes with his Kili, which made you smile every now and again.

This place didn't seem so bad.

Once you reached the door of your chamber - it was definitely your chamber since the guard opened the door and said: 'Your room.' Before taking off. - You turned to face the dwarves. With a bright smile on your face, you spoke to them. "Thank you for leading me here. I think I can find my way into my chamber on my own," both of them chuckled at that. "So, I think I'll be seeing you tomorrow again?" Before Kili could open his mouth, Fili had already spoken up, "indeed, dear traveller. We suggest you rest early for tomorrow, for you shall get to meet the rest of the company."

Kili pushed Fili a bit to the side, "indeed! And we'll come to guide you to the meeting hall! So no sleeping in - or do, I'm curious how my newest gag will play out." He said while his eyes sparkled with mischief.

You rose up to the challenge, "then I will just have to be awake before you come to get me."

Fili smirked. "Don't give him any ideas." He said. Kili shushed him. After giving Kili a playful glare, Fili turned back to you. "Well, we need to be going. Dwalin is waiting for us in the training hall." Fili said, giving a bow as a goodbye before walking off with Kili, who groaned.

"He's gonna kick my butt."

"That's your fault for getting caught."

"Next time I'm not gonna cover for you, I will drag you with me."

Their bickering could be heard muffled as they walked away. It brought a smile to your face. You closed the door behind you once you couldn't hear the two of them anymore.

And for once, you didn't feel as heavy anymore.

*(*)*(*)*

"Did you just see the same thing I did?"

"I sure did, Kee."

"They seemed so comfortable and happy at that moment. Not at all awkward like in the throne room. You met them first. Have they smiled like that before?"

"No, they didn't, nor were they as confident."

"...They did seem kind of solemn when they entered the throne room."

"They were like that the whole way."

The two brothers stayed quiet for a moment before Kili met Fili's eyes, and both of them lit up. "You thinking what I'm thinking, Fee?"

"Oh, you know it, Kee."

The two looked at each other with a big grin, and with a silent promise, they decided to make sure that Y/N's stay would be one they will fondly remember.

"Don't think I didn't see you, ogling at them the entire time when they weren't looking. You are not as subtle as you think, you know."

Kili said with a smug grin on his face, leaning on Fili, who pushed him off. "Don't think I didn't see you, trying to make them laugh the moment they stepped into the room. You don't try that hard when you don't have a purpose for doing it." Fili rebutted, smirking back. "You are not as subtle as you think, you know." He mimicked.

The two princes kept bickering as they went to the training hall, where Dwalin would be waiting for them. They held their heads up high as they went in. Their eyes shone with determination, for they had something to look forward to.

*(*)*(*)*

At the same time, Thorin had, after handling the last meetings of the day, taken the packages and the letter to his resting chambers. And now, he sat at his desk with the contents of Bilbo's gifts sprawled over the desk. With each gift came a letter. Explaining the reason and intent of said gifts.

But Thorin wasn't paying those letters nor gifts any attention.

Instead, he was looking intently at the little thick notebook in his hands.

It was rather small for his big hands. But definitely big enough for the hands of a hobbit. As Thorin read the pages full of cursive words, it became apparent to him that these notes were created on the journey back to the Shire till very recent. It was like a diary.

Every couple of pages talked about how Bilbo was doing. What he was up to at that time and what he was thinking about.

It was written in such a way that made Thorin feel like Bilbo was actually here, here right next to him, with his expressional hand motions as he talked. Explaining all those little discoveries and thoughts which floated inside that curly head of his.

Thorin couldn't help his smile tugging at his lips when he read the page of Bilbo talking about the little acorn sprout that had started to peek out of the dirt. And how it made him think of Thorin.

Little notes like this made a feeling of warmth and fluttering emerge from his stomach, spreading to his chest.

In the last chunk of pages, Bilbo had started talking about meeting and befriending a human of tall stature. He talked about how awkward yet kind the person was. Not two pages into this new development, Thorin had found the name of this new person; Y/N.

They were happy to hear about Bilbo's stories, unlike most of Shire. Happy to help out with any chores to repay Bilbo's kindness and hospitality. Happy to stay with Bilbo and enjoy his company, unlike most of Shire who would rather stay away, only meeting up with him out of politeness.

Bilbo even mentioned that he would love for Y/N to meet the company. But the happy notes turned quite glum when Bilbo discovered the demons, which tormented the confidence and enhanced the insecurities deep inside of Y/N.

Thorin stopped at the last page of the book. It was addressed to him.

Dear Thorin, it read.

I have sent Y/N over to you with some gifts to deliver to you. If you are reading this, then that means that they have found you well.

Please listen to my request.

I ask you to house and take care of Y/N for me. Now you may be wondering. Why? And I will explain why.

I care for them like a parent would for their child. I want them to be happy. But I know they will not find that happiness here in the Shire.

They have no feelings of belonging here. The others shun them and are afraid of them. Sadly, they were not welcomed anywhere, nor do they feel like they belong anywhere, for that matter.

Thus I have hoped that they will find a place of belonging here in Erebor as I did some time ago.

They think that I have just sent them to deliver these gifts, so do not withhold them from leaving if they want to. And please, do not let them know I asked you of this, they would be terribly hurt.

I will be forever grateful for your help if you accept this request of mine.

May we meet each other once again soon.

Yours truly, Bilbo Baggins.

Thorin reread the page a couple of times intently before making up his mind, eyes shining with determination. It was only natural that Thorin would take good care of his guests, but a friend of Bilbo was a friend of the company.

Thank you for reading, and keep soaring high!

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The Obey Me! men, but they get kabedoned by a strong Male MC

(WARNING: Some NSFW references)

Lucifer

- Shock and awe at first, then the lecturing, and THEN the smug reverse card where he tells the MC that he's the one who must perform the kabedon on them. Not the other way around. Either way, the MC may have struck a special nerve because once the two of them walk away, he does sense a feeling of amusement from being pinned by such a strong man in such a way.

Mammon

- "WOAH?! Oi, what are you doing!? Is this about the money you asked me to lend you back after I borrowed some of yours?.. D-Don't be so close to my face like that, i-idiot!.." Also shocked at first, but he can't really kabedon the MC back unless he really has the nerve for it (and if he can handle the bashfulness he gets when the two are so close together). Once the MC pulls away and laughs it off to let him know it's just for fun, he'll still be a fairly flustered mess but will shake it off as well, just letting it go with a quick "Geez, don't scare me like that!" before giving him a small chuckle as well.. Even though in his mind he was kind of hoping for a little extra contact.

Leviathan

- "WOOOO-!?!" Okay but for real, this guy is going to be as red as a perfectly ripe summer tomato from head to toe. He never thought this would happen to him, but the fact it's happening by the big, strong man in the house that he's been developing some serious feelings for? Is this a dream? Because whether it is or not, this is the best day of his life. Even if he can't exactly say it out loud unless the MC can understand him through his sputtering.

Satan

- Gets wide eyed and defensive at first from the impact against the wall, but then when he sees who had slammed him there he couldn't resist a smug expression either. The large male MC is performing what he recalled was the "kabedon" on him? Part of him felt rather turned on and also daring to switch the position at that moment to pin the towering man against the wall instead. But since they were in a mostly public location, he could only tease the MC with a "Watch your step or I'll have to punish you~."

Asmodeus

- "Ah!! Oh, MC! Please be gentle!.." Gets a bit pouty or even just plain upset at first. But when the MC offers him an apology and a soft stroke to the cheek to make him focus on him, he just couldn't stay mad for long and lets it go with a giggle and a peck to the lips after a short lecturing. He wouldn't be lying either if he said that he would love having the MC pin him onto his bed with all that strength of his.

Beelzebub

- Big man against a big man? It would probably be hard to tell if the MC was doing a kabedon on Beel or wanting to wrestle with him with all the strength he has to put into pressing him onto a wall. At first, Beel would even be confused until the MC quietly refers to what he is doing. Once he understands, the two would just laugh it off until the MC pulls away... And then while he is distracted, he wouldn't be expecting the large gluttonous demon to grab his wrists and have his turn pinning him to the wall. "As fun as this 'kabedon' seems, I think I like it better seeing such a big guy like you pinned like this~..."

Belphegor

- If he's really tired, he would either take a while to process what the MC is doing, or become wide awake at the sudden contact. For a moment he would also be defensive too, thinking the MC wants to threaten him or fight. But when the MC briefly explains his motives, he calms down enough to just be confused before telling him off not to frighten him in such a way or else he would've hurt him. Of course though, the snide little devil would also admit that he wouldn't mind the MC doing such an action when they have much more privacy together.

Diavolo

- "Oh! What are you doing, MC? Is this a special game~?" Kind of oblivious to the action at first, but based on the smile curling onto the MC's lips along with the quiet snickers slipping out from them, he knew it must've been a little joke they wanted to pull off on him. He was still impressed though that the man in front of him could pin him so hard against the wall due to his own personal strength causing a struggle for some who wanted to fight him in the past. But eventually he also finds amusement, and tells the MC before they pull away that he would enjoy them doing the action more often on him.

Barbatos

- Before the MC even managed to slam his hands on each side of Barbatos and pin him to a wall close by, the butler would do a swift sidestep and remain poise even with the surprised male looking at him with their hands against the wall. "Nice try, MC. I could sense your mischief before I even reached you at the end of the hall." Even though the plan didn't work, he does give them a more sly looking smile as he whispers into their ear that he could offer them a much more exciting way to be pinned down when he was off-duty.

Solomon

- He's heard about this action, and seen it a lot from Levi's animes whenever they spent a day together, but he wasn't expecting it to happen to him. Much less by the tall, masculine MC their selves. Although the impact against the wall seemed forceful, he still remained calm enough to chuckle and question the MC's reasoning behind their plan. Once he understood that it was just for fun and curiosity of his reaction, he lets the situation go and shakes his head at the MC's childishness. Maybe next time he'll think up a spell that could increase his strength to get back at him.

Simeon

- "*Gasp!* Ah, MC! You scared me, eheh~!.." Would be pretty flustered and confused at first as well, but after the large male in front of him meant no harm he calms down as well and presses his hands on his chest to gently push him away for room to breathe after a near heart attack. The angel has never dealt with an experience like this in his life, so he didn't know how to react on the morality of it. But he did know that as shocking as it was at first being pushed into the wall in such a forceful way by the MC, he also found it.. exciting?.. Uh oh...

Luke

- Male MC: *One handed kabedon!*

Luke: AH!?! What was that for-?!

Male MC: Shhh, I got the stuff for you kiddo. *Hands him one of those Zebra Cake snacks.*

Luke: O-Oh, um, thanks MC!.. *Takes it thankfully but still looks at him all shocked.*

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