#scout is ok i promise

[sol-the-otter]

~My Hero~

Self indulgent OC lore!

A story of a Jedi and his medic.

Sol wasn't his name then, but his prior name is lost to the sands of time.

The Jedi fingered the simple pendant that hung around his neck as he flew through hyperspace on their return to Utapau. It was one of a few necklaces that he never removed, and he would unconsciously play with it often. All of them bore an intense significance to Sol, but this was the most important thing he owned. He would sooner give up his saberstaff than this small shard of plastoid armor. He still wasn't sure where it had been obtained, but he had his ideas....

He rubbed his thumb once again across the rough carving in the pendant, a set of four numbers carved in painstakingly, that meant everything to the former jedi. 6116. As in CT-6116, the clone medic Kix, of the 501st battalion in the Grand Army of the Republic. His eyes closed, cutting off unshed tears as he again slipped back into memories.

~~ some years earlier~~

Ahkeema placed a hand gently on Sol's shoulder, "my padawn, you are ready for this. You've got the finest soldiers under your command, and you know how to lead. These boys would follow you into an active volcano if you let them"

Sol smiled at his master and friend. "Well let's hope it doesn't come to that, eh Master Sukrii? And be careful, don't jinx me!" They shared a laugh as he loaded onto the gunships that would take them to the front lines....

Sol had recently turned 18, and it was his first solo mission with the 413th Company. Scout, his soft spoken and trustworthy Lt, helped him lead and the fighting was fierce. They had been dispatched as back up to help supplement the 501st in this battle, and had helped to turn the tide.

Despite their efforts, the battle was still brutal and Sol and a dozen or so troopers had been separated from the main force of their company. Sol didn't know how they'd been separated, which was a problem in and of itself that he would worry about later. He pushed his growing shame and disappointment away and focused on keeping himself and his squad alive for the moment, as they were pushed farther and farther into the ravine.

As they were backed up against a far wall, Sol defended his beloved troopers with his saber, falling deep into the Force; as his boys fired from behind. The droids fell, but not fast enough. Somewhere behind, he felt the explosion of a grenade, and heard Scout cry out as the clone collapsed unceremoniously into a heap behind him. Sol screamed in rage, flinging his arm out, pushing back the front line of droids and disrupting the line, as he kept marching forward. Twitch, the squads medic ran to his side to make sure he was still breathing, shooting droids the entire time. Sol could distantly hear one of the men giving coordinates and calling for help, but it was drowned out by constant blaster fire.

The conflict must only have taken minutes, but it felt like hours as their strength and resolve flagged, and the droids seemed neverending. Sol was hit in the shoulder, and while the shot was blocked by armor, it hit hard enough to deaden his arm instantly, the impact shattering his collarbone, and his saber clattered to the dirt.

Falling to his knees, he grabbed the still lit saber with his left hand, and attempted to keep deflecting shots away from the troopers, but it was getting much harder to do through the pain. He took another shot to the side, and heard another of his troopers cry out. It was nearly over, but Sol', the Jedi and future Mandalorian, would fight to the death for his men if necessary.

"I am one with the force, the force is with me." He repeated the mantra that his master had taught them long ago, in what felt like a galaxy far far away.

Moments or perhaps hours later, the battle ended. Sol heard the sweet sounds of DC-17 fire coming in from behind the droids, and saw the bright white and blue of the 501st as they mowed down the opposition from behind. He sighed in deep relief, battered body shuddering in pain, saber lowering slowly to the ground before it deactivated, as he saw their knights in shining, scuffed armor coming to their aid, lead by the always impressive captain Rex. Sol's eyes glazed over as the adrenaline fled his body and the pain from his injuries took over, and he saw the medic dash forward, catching him before he hit the ground.

"My hero." His shaky voice whispered out, as his eyes slipped closed and his thoughts went dark.

Sol awoke some time later, in the medbay of the transport ship, sore and exhausted, but alive.

"Welcome back" said the soft voice of the medic, as he turned towards them, holding a datapad, and Sol was met with the warmest brown eyes he'd ever seen.

"I'm Kix, CT-6116" the man paused with a smile, "how are you feeling?"

(And then the Republic never fell and order 66 didnt happen and everyone lived happily ever after...... 🙃)

[gingerale13]

2 scenes from the fic where Scout gets stuck in a time loop -- Going Through The Motions by the wonderful @aussie-bookworm! GO READ IT ON AO3!!

+ Alt versions under the cut

[egoarc4de]

ant mill wip #1536 so i can talk in the tags

[lxghtbound]

“Y’know you don’t really realise the tension you have with someone ‘til you go through a life-changing raid op with them. Sometimes friendship blooms on the battlefield, other times it’s near Nezarec’s hole.”

[checkeredflagggs]

Friendly Banquet

Pairing: logan sargeant x american!fem!reader

logan gets chosen to host the end of the year dinner and that means the grid meets his girl

a/n: I’m firmly ignoring august 27th and choosing to live in my bubble of ignorance. this is my first ever smau so plz be nice - i also don’t have instagram or twitter so 🤷🏻‍♀️ doing my best with the format.

logansargeant

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logansargeant: honored to have been chosen to host this year's postseason dinner. can’t wait to welcome everyone to the farm!

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user1: HE’S GOT A GIRLFRIEND?!?

user2: HE LIVES ON A FARM?!

user1: ok but I can see the vision

oscarpiasti: it’s about time - I’ve been waiting to go back for months

logansargeant: like I’d invite you before I get my farm time in!

yourusername: don’t listen to him Oscar! You’re always welcome

oscarpiastri: you’re my favorite american

logansargeant: what?!

user3: oh i love her already

user4: what do you mean postseason dinner?!? EXPLAIN???

user5: if I find out this is an actual thing I’m gonna explode

user6: right?!? Just how long have these “dinners” been going on?

user7: brb just going to cry my eyes out

user8: why haven't we heard of this before

alexalbon: so when I have a pack of pets it’s weird but when you do it’s ok?

logansargeant: I live on a farm

alexalbon: so?

user9: I need photos stat. I need more evidence of past dinners

user10: right? Like you know these dinners be lit af

yourusername: I can’t wait either babe! But be warned - I’m putting you to work when you get home! 😘🩵

logansargeant: I’ve got my potato peeler locked and loaded ☺️

landonorris: you can cook? 🤨

logansargeant: unlike you? Yes

oscarpiastri: yeah he’s actually pretty good. but he had a great teacher

yourusername: awww thanks osc! 🧡

user11: oh my god. the emojis are gonna be the death of me

yourusername

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yourusername: the animals are primped, preened, and are ready to welcome the grid to dinner! They promise to be on their best behavior!🩵💙

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user12: omg they are so cute!!! Love them all!

user13: such photogenic pets 😍

maxverstappen1: I’m ready to meet them

logansargeant: they’re always ready to make new friends

yourusername: they do love to meet new people!!

charles_leclerc: how are they with new animals?

yourusername: they love them! All of our animals are extremely friendly

charles_leclerc: merveilleux!

oscarpiastri: is that scout and ranger in the second photo? they’ve gotten so big!

yourusername: it is! And time seems to fly with them in our lives now 😊

user14: oh are they new?

yourusername: they are! We’re a rescue farm and scout and her new puppy were surrendered to us when their family realized they couldn’t give them the care they needed. Ranger was just a newborn puppy — barely a week old

user14: omg that’s so sad and so cute 🥹

f1gossippage

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f1gossippage: It seems like the grid is on the move! Recently it has been revealed via an instagram post from logansargeant that the drivers attend a post-season dinner hosted by a fellow driver. This year it’s being held at farmname with logansargeant and apparent girlfriend yourusername hosting. And not only are current grid members invited — notably seen traveling to the United States are Arthur Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux as well as former driver Sebastian Vettel.

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user15: farm seb? Farm Seb? FARM SEB?!?

user16: we get more Sebastian content? Plz plz plz!! Post! More! Photos!

user17: I’m gonna cry if this is all we get. Please yourusername logansargeant post more photos when everyone arrives!

user18: the more I learn about this event the more fomo I get…

user19: user18 gets me. Cause what do you mean I’m not invited to this dinner…

user20: god what I would give to get a full list of everyone going?

user21: right? Like really?

user22: I’d bet money on jenson going! Like that’s his grid kid

logansargeant

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logansargeant: dinner prep starts early

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user23: god that looks so good 😋

yourusername: don’t forget about the grill babe!

logansargeant: like you’d ever let me hun

yourusername: 🤨?

logansargeant: I mean, yes dear. Whatever you say 🩵🩵

lilymunhe: you’ve got him well trained!

yourusername: right?

lilymunhe: teach me your ways!

alexalbon: what?

user24: im so jealous right? All of that looks so good and it’s just the prep?

user25: I need more photos of this dinner stat. Most of the gossip pages have the grid already at the farm! Who’s helping? Who’s banned?

yourusername: gonna be honest - most of the current grid is banned. I’ve seen the videos and have heard the stories. Not risking my le creuset

user25: oh god I feel that!

landonorris: hey! We’re not that bad!

charles_leclerc:…

carlossainz55:…

alexalbon:…

georgerussell63:…

landonorris: yeah ok that’s fair

yourusername

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yourusername: oscarpiastri is giving a tour of the farm and its animals

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user26: I’ve never wanted to be an animal more in my life

user27: nurse she’s out again! (I completely agree)

oscarpiastri: ok but you’ve definitely downplayed how many animals you have

logansargeant: dear?

yourusername: 🥹

logansargeant: 🙄

oscarpiastri: 🙄

yourusername: 😊☺️

danielricciardo: what stallions you guys have!

yourusername: they are gentle queens 👑

yukitsunoda0511: I love them. Thank you for having them and letting us ride them!

yourusername: of course!

user28: ok but what is happening Alex and Lily in the fifth pic? Like what is Alex doing???

lilymunhe: his best…

alexalbon: hey!

user29: ok but i love how both Lando and George got cornered by some animals in the 4th and 6th pictures

landonorris: they followed me! Everywhere!

oscarpiastri: this just in! Goats scare lando!

landonorris: you muppet! They’re creepy…

yourusername: 🥹 they just like you lando!

landonorris: if they could like me from a distance I’d prefer that

logansargeant

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logansargeant: I’d classify dinner as a success! Big thanks to yourusername for everything you do and have done - I wouldn’t be where I am without you and can no longer imagine a life without you. It was a dream to host this dinner with you 🩵

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user30: im? crying?

user31: oh my god same. Like I didn’t expect to open instagram to see such loving words

yourusername: babe 🥹 … I love you so much and there is literally nowhere else I’d rather be then cooking dinner and washing dishes with you

logansargeant: even the most simple of chores sound like a dream if I can do them with you

user32: ok I’ve just been called single in about 12 different ways 😭

oscarpiastri: well I was gonna tease you a little but now…I had a great time on farmname with you guys. Thanks for the wonderful memories

logansargeant: you know you’re always welcome Oscar

yourusername: we’ll keep the lights on and your bedroom prepared

user33: brb just going to cry my eyes out

alexalbon: thank you yourusername and logansargeant - it was a fitting end to the season

yourusername: it was a pleasure to have you! You’re always welcome as well

alexalbon: will definitely take you up on that. Logan mentioned sheep cuddle parties and I need to experience that

logansargeant: it’s definitely something else!

user34: oh my god it looks so pretty! All those fairy lights…

user35: lights? I’m just focused on how much food is apparently there. That’s like 3 different tables…

yourusername: I wasn’t taking any chances. No one goes hungry at my table

charles_leclerc: we definitely didn’t! It really was very good!

maxverstappen1: definitely the best grid dinner I’ve been too!

landonorris: hey!

carlossainz55: mate…4 people got food poisoning last year

landonorris: who said it was cause of my dinner?

georgerussell63: We aren’t taking any chances and you’ve been officially banned from hosting any future dinners

yourusername: im sure it wasn’t that bad landonorris

landonorris: oh no it was. Best not let me host again

user36: who let you host in the first place?!?

georgerussell63: It’s a random draw chosen before summer break and it’s now GPDA policy that landonorris doesn’t have a chance again

lewishamilton: thank you for the invite and for the truly delicious vegan food

yourusername: it was an absolute pleasure! And im glad those dishes came out good 😌 first time cooking vegan so I wasn’t sure…

lewishamilton: really? I definitely couldn’t tell. They were spectacular

yourusername: make sure you take some home then!

[brokenmenswhore]

HI I luv ur writing 🫶🏻 I have a request for jace x fem dragonrider reader. And I just rlly wanna read abt a dragonrider reader whose hella impulsive and fiery. I was thinking abt the scene where baela was scouting and she chased cole, but with reader. And reader was also close with Lucerys so his death just fuels her rage and desire for revenge. So she just goes ahead and burns them despite being told not to engage. But ofc reader gets reprimaded at the council but then explodes abt not regretting what she did becos it was for Luc 🥺.

Feel free to add more angst, fluff, etc. hehe i would just like to read more abt jace x dragonrider reader (who isnt afraid to use her dragon and is basically another fem daemon🤣)

THANK YOU FOR EVER CONSIDERING THIS💕

writing a daemon-level female is my favorite thing on this planet ok

cautious / careless | jacaerys velaryon

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

warnings: language, this isn’t as much jace x reader as it is just the reader fuckin around

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“Okay, so naturally I’m the best choice.”

The men of the council, along with Rhaenyra, all sighed in unison. The True Queen had suggested a dragonrider to fly near King’s Landing and scout the area, and you immediately suggested yourself. The argument had lasted a total of ten minutes so far.

“Moondancer is a much more discreet flyer-“

“I really don’t care about being discreet, and neither should any of you. If you want to know what the Green Army is up to, send me. You know I’m the most capable here. My dragon is quick, as am I. I’m going.”

“It is not safe,” Jacaerys said from his position standing beside you, his voice low as if he was trying to calm you down and bargain with you.

“I appreciate your concern, truly,” you responded, turning to address the council again, “but I’m going. Do any of the men on this council dare to contest? You may do so on dragonback, if you say yes.”

The council looked around at one another, and no one said a word. You smiled triumphantly.

When the meeting ended, you began to exit the room, Jacaerys hot on your heels.

“You know this is not safe,” he spoke, catching up to your side, “what are you thinking?”

You stopped in your tracks. “I will not engage, as I told your mother. What could possibly be the harm? Besides, any harm they try to inflict upon me will only in turn befall them.“

“You are too angry over Lucerys to do this,” Jacaerys said, fighting to stay in your eye line as you threw your head backward in frustration and annoyance.

“And you are not?”

Jacaerys had also suggested himself to go, but did not contest for a second when his mother said no.

“I am more level-headed than you.”

“And that is perhaps your least fun trait,” you responded, standing your ground.

“Will you please just promise you will be cautious?” he pleaded, taking your hands in his.

You rested your forehead against his, taking a deep breath. “Only because you wish it so.”

Jacaerys smiled, tilting his head upward to give you a soft kiss. He remained with you until he saw you off, watching your dragon take flight as you disappeared into the horizon.

You paid intent attention to movements beneath the treetops for the better part of three hours, scanning every inch of ground you could see. Finally, you spotted the shine of silver armor in the distance.

You smiled to yourself and flew even closer to the ground, swirling around the group of men as a warning. Upon closer inspection, you saw Aegon’s Hand, and Lord Commander of The King’s Guard, Ser Criston Cole. Seeing such a prominent face from The Greens alongside an army of men fighting to keep Aegon on the throne, despite everything it had already cost, set something ablaze within you.

Do not engage. The words from your queen rang in your ears, but you could not help it. Jacaerys was right, you were angry, and you were impulsive. Every Targaryen was made of fire, but yours tended to burn hotter than most.

“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself, commanding your dragon to fly even closer to the ground, nearly knocking some of the men over from the wind gust of her wings.

“Dracarys!” you shouted, watching as your dragon opened her mouth, fueling before spitting fire across the entire field, drowning your enemies in flames.

You watched the men fall, scream, run in terror, and all eventually give up as you commanded your dragon to retreat, flying back to Dragonstone. You had done your part, and you were happy with it.

You decided halfway along your journey home to stay in the sky, enjoying the warm air of the breeze that hit your face. Your dragon enjoyed herself, flying in circular dives and grazing her wing against any large enough open body of water. You did not want to return before the news reached Rhaenyra. You wanted her to know, and you wanted to let it marinate before she saw you again. She needed time to calm down.

Come nightfall, you had reached Dragonstone. The moment you dismounted your dragon’s saddle, Jacaerys stomped toward you.

“Gods, what were you thinking? You promised me you would be cautious,” he bellowed.

“I was cautious,” you replied nonchalantly.

“You were careless,” he spoke, matter-of-factly.

“Ouch, Jace,” you responded, beginning to walk, “I was not careless. I was rather deliberate, I dare say.”

“Why would you do such a thing when my mother specifically asked you not to?”

You sighed. “She is not my mother.”

“She is your queen.”

“The only person in this realm who’s desires and opinions matter to me, is you. Now, are you truly mad at me, or is this an extension of your mother?”

Jacaerys took a deep breath. “I was worried. I just cannot understand why you would endanger yourself, why you would do against your queen’s wishes, why you would-“

“They murdered Luc, Jace.”

You exchanged a glance, understanding emanating from one another’s eyes. Though Lucerys was not related to you by blood, you still felt the sharp dagger of pain that followed his death, and your heart ached for his brother, who was handling it better, but perhaps in even more pain than you.

A tear escaped onto Jacaerys’s cheek. “The doubt that the one responsible would ride horseback with an army of men fighting for his brother’s claim.”

“Aemond is lucky for his absence. I would have done much worse had he been present.”

Jacaerys sighed. “You know you must face my mother at some point.”

“She does not scare me,” you responded, holding Jacaerys’s hand as you entered the castle.

A member of Rhaenyra’s guard approached you as soon as you entered a corridor. “The Queen requests your presence in the council room, My Lady.”

You smiled. “I would expect nothing less.”

When you entered the council room, you saw that Rhaenyra called the council to convene, but no one was seated or professional. Everyone was scattered around the room in whispers.

Rhaenyra turned toward the sound of the grand door swinging shut behind your confident frame.

“What were you thinking?” she spat.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I was thinking that Criston Cole would look better burnt to a crisp. Hotter, at least,” you jested, and Jacaerys snickered behind you. His mother’s features remained stoic.

“You had no right. You were under my orders to remain high and to not engage. What would persuade you to so blatantly disobey your queen?”

You sat down in one of the chairs, propping your feet up on the table. “Do you mean to speak that they did not deserve it?”

The men in the room turned their attention to Rhaenyra, who was taken aback by your question.

“There is a method in which we must handle these things,” she spoke, trying to breathe through her words and keep calm, “I understand that you clearly do not understand strategy, or politics, but you cannot simply go around on your dragon and do whatever it is that you wish. Do you hold no retrospective contempt toward your actions? No regret?”

“Regret?” you spat, slamming your feet down on the floor and standing so abruptly that the chair scraped backward against the floor.

“No, Your Grace, I do not regret my actions. Those fucking cunts are responsible for the death of your son. Your son. Or have you forgotten? I merely did what should have been done the moment Vhagar shut her jaw. What I did was for you. What I did was for Jacaerys. Most importantly, what I did was for Lucerys. It was about fucking time that someone did something! So no, I do not regret my actions.”

You huffed, nearly losing your breath from your intense rant. You calmed down and sat back in the chair, nostrils flaring as you glared at Rhaenyra.

“I understand your frustrations, believe me,” she spoke, “but you cannot just do as you wish, not when you act as an extension of my cause. Do you understand?”

“I am not an extension of your cause, Your Grace, I am my own cause,” you spoke, beginning to leave the room. When you reached the door, you pivoted, turning back to her. “I apologize that this has caused you strife. But I do not apologize for what I did. I simply gave them a peek of what is to come.”

You left the room, and you could hear Jacaerys running to catch up to you.

“What is it, Jace?” you sighed, turning around to watch his final few steps as he finally reached you.

Jace stilled himself. “Thank you.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “For?”

“For sticking up for myself and my brother when even I cannot.”

You smiled, finally calming down and pulling Jacaerys into a hug. When he pulled away, it was only to hold your face in his hands and kiss you, his favorite way of thanking you.

“If you like it when I burn people for you, I have an entire list of worthy individuals.”

Jacaerys giggled. “I don’t want to picture burning men when I’m kissing you.”

You shrugged. “Sorry, too late.”

Jacaerys made a jokingly disgusted noise as he intertwined his fingers with your own, accompanying you on your exit.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

when was the first time peter and bug kissed???? was it before she went to a game or was it like after a game and he’s super hyped he doesn’t realize he kissed her ?

i need to know everything 😭

Good Luck Charm

✰ college!hockey!peter parker x f!reader

✰ word count: 0.3

✰ summary: sometimes a kiss is all peter needs to put his nerves away.

✰ warnings: pure fluff, a kissy kiss.

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main m.list ⋆ peter parker m.list ⋆ college!hockey!peter m.list

not my gif. credits to the owner.

Peter was rarely nervous, but something about this game made his palms sweaty and his heart beat a little faster. Maybe it was because it was senior night, or maybe it was because scouts from the NHL were in the stands tonight, watching Peter’s every move. 

You could tell throughout this week that Peter’s head wasn’t focused on school. The way he fiddled with your fingers whenever he held your hand was his dead giveaway. 

And now as you’re standing at the rink's entrance, he was silent. Silence was never a common thing between the two of you. You brought your hand up to his back and moved it up and down, offering some sort of comfort.

He could tell you were concerned for him even though you hadn’t spoken a word for the past few hours. Throwing his arm around your shoulders, he sighed, “I’m fine, I promise.” His eyes never leave the glass doors leading to the stands. 

“Okay,” you begin to walk away from him, his hands still holding his as his teammates begin to funnel into the building, “I’ll be inside. You’re going to do great, yeah?” 

He nodded before pulling you back, the sudden motion almost making you trip over your own feet. Peter pulled you in close, his heart was racing, and you could feel it through his chest. You’re about to open your mouth to ask him if he is okay again, but his lips interrupted you. 

You tense at the contact before melting into the kiss. Your hand reaches up to hold his face, stabilizing yourself as the kiss begins to deepen. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. 

A few seconds pass before you pull away, the sudden feeling of eyes on the two of you making you self-aware of your surroundings. You’re baffled as you ask, “What was that for?”

“Good luck charm,” he responds, smiling, as he walks away to his team. 

✰ author's note: thank you anon for the ask!!! if you want to send in your own, my ask box is open!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! ok, ily byeee !!!

[spacebarbarianweird]

I know you probably have a deluge of requests, but may I add Astarion/Male Drow Tav headcannons to the list? SFW or NSFW, either one!

Ok, I usually don't do M!Tav but I think it would be a nice change since I mostly write fem!Tav (and especially OC Tav). Besides, relationship with a Drow is always an interesting gender dynamics!

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion x M!Drow!Tav

You are that third son who is up to be killed since you can't be used even for giving your mother-matriarch more female descendants.

You were spared though and given to serve Lolth.

The day of your iniciation approaches and you know one thing for sure.

You will fail the Lolth test. You will be turned into a deranged monster, a Drider, and suffer from madness and pain till your long elven days come to an end.

You decide to run.

Besides, there are rumors about drow men who have managed to do that.

It takes you almost a year to find your way to the surface and you immediately get blinded by the sun.

You don't know how to make decisions for yourself, you are afraid of the Lolth curse, and you see spies and scouts in every Drow you encounter.

And you have no fucking clue how to lead this small party of weirdos you end up with.

You still try - you are so desperate to make it work, that you become a leader (and even think your mother would have been proud of you, after all)

Even though you are the smallest in the group (what, 5.2 is absolutely normal for a male drow! You are even called 'tall as a woman'!)

Astarion tries to play on your own insecurities, your fears, your anxieties.

Sweet words, praise. You don't need much to seduce a young drow.

But Astarion has one trait he hates to admit.

He enjoys taking care of others.

And he enjoys taking care of you - and he is actually ready to fight drows should they come for you.

It takes him some time to realize he, indeed, loves you. And he isn't sure how you'd take his confession.

Well, he expected anything but not tears.

But in the end, you forgive him and you end up together, promising to protect each other from evil.

Though, Astarion almost decides to ascend. Mostly because he isn't sure if a spawn can protect his beloved from Lolth.

He still makes a choice not to ascend and you end up cradling him through the night since he needs to mourn all the decades he's lost.

Once it's all over, return to the Underdark is out of the question. And you decide to get somewhere far enough not to think of your clan coming for your soul.

And somewhere Astarion can walk freely.

NSFW undercut

You are at the bottom. It wasn't actually something you'd discussed, you just ended up on your fourth in the clearance while having your ass pounded.

Sometimes Astarion is tender, sometimes he's rough - and you don't actually know what to expect from your lover.

Ever since his vampiric strength has returned, he often makes love to you standing. And the session can last for a very long period because he can't get exhausted.

Probably, the most embarrassing moment for you was when Astarion offered to give you a head (since you didn't finish).

The way your cock disappeared in his mouth and the way he maintained eye contact were unexpected, that's for sure.

Later, you asked Astarion to teach you how to give a blowjob, and you enjoyed the process much more than you initially thought.

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[faithshouseofchaos]

Tony the turtle — Adelaide Beaufort x Logan sargeant

Smau fic

Mentions of Rob Dyerdek and The Tony hawk

Fluff

@strugglingyetvibing @crispysoup318

Tony-the-turtle has posted

Caption— Tony hawk who?? I only know of Tony the Turtle

Like by— Logan_sargeant, Daniel_Ricciardo and 18392 others

Logan_sargeant — please be careful Tony

Scout-Beaufort— Logan i as Tony’s mother promises you that he’s ok 👌🏻

OfficialTonyHawk — the student becomes the master

User 1 — scout out here taking shots at one of the world’s most influential skateboarders

OfficialTonyHawk— oh no it’s an honor really

User 2– OMG HE REPLIED!!!!

Tony-the-turtle — Mom says I was named after you

Scout-Beaufort— it’s true I named my son after my favorite professional skateboarder

TheRobDyrdek— what about me??

Tony-the-turtle— can I be a guest star on ridiculousness???

TheRobDyredek— no

Tony-the-turtle— wooow ok then

Scout-Beaufort— I see how it is 🙄

User 3 — never did I think I would see the Rob dyredek have beef with a turtle 🤣

User 4 — more like Tony the turtle having beef with Rob Dyredek

User 5 — Logan is in his worried dad phase

Tony-the-turtle has posted

Caption— uncle Danny got me this cute hat

Liked by Daniel_Ricciardo Logan_sargeant Scout-Beaufort and 102 others

Daniel_Ricciardo— what would you say if I said I had a toy horse to go with that hat???

Scout-Beaufort— bring it over NOW!!!

Tony-the-turtle— you heard my mom bring it NOW!!!

Daniel_Ricciardo — OTW 🏃‍♂️💨😰

User 6— I need to see tony on the toy horse

User7 —you and me both!!!

Logan_Sargeant — ok he does look cute with the hat on

User 8— a tiny Tony the turtle helmet when????

*Liked by Logan_sargeant and Scout-Beaufort

Tony-the-turtle has posted

Caption— once a upon a time my brother Spunky didn’t like me but now we both snuggle up in moms arms together

Liked by —Max_Verstappen1 Logan_Sargeant and 1928 others

Max_Verstappen— KITTY!!!

User 9— Max has his priorities right!

User 10— the second picture is so cute

Scout-Beaufort— agreed

User 11 — oh my god hi 👋

User 12 — spunky was shook by Tony

Logan_sargeant— spunky was not pleased by me or Tony’s presence

Scout-Beaufort — what did you expect I told you that spunky was a mamas boy

Spunky-the-Cat— l love my little brother now

Tony-the-turtle has posted

Caption— I love strawberries 🍓 liked by Logan_Sargeant and 8272 others

Scout-Beaufort— my son is such a messy eater

Logan_Sargeant — he needs a bath 😭

Tony-the-turtle— 😰😰😰

User 13— the only turtle in existence who doesn’t like baths 😭

User 14 — it’s okay Tony I too am a messy eater 😔

User 15 — he’s so cute tho look at that face

Tony-the turtle has posted

Caption— riding around in Aunt Lilys hoodie and uncle Alex has the audacity to call me spoiled 🙄

Liked by — Logan_Sargeant, Lilymunhie Alex_albon and 1924 others

Alex_albon— he is spoiled!!

Tony-the-turtle — and to think you were one of my favorite uncles

Alex_albon — who is your favorite uncle?

Tony-the-turtle— definitely uncle Danny ric he gives me tiny little hats and outfits to wear

Daniel_Ricciardo — I take it that Tony loves his present?

Scout-Beaufort— he loves it!!!

Scout-Beaufort— @lilyMunhe dump him 🤭

LillyMunhe— I’m considering it 💋

Alex_albon — @logan_sargent come get your girlfriend!!!

Logan_sargeant — I fear it’s too late for us mate

User 16— Tony was not happy with Alex at all 🤣🤣

User — Tony looks annoyed by Alex’s presence

Tony-the-turtle has posted

Caption— mom wanted some cute photos of me in the grass but I wanted to eat dandelions instead

Liked by Logan_Sargeant, Scout-Beaufort and 922 others

Scout-Beaufort— even when being a menace to society Tony manages to look cute

User 17 — he really wanted that dandelion

Scout-Beaufort— he did

User 18— now I want a turtle 🐢

User 19 — if you can then go for it they are very animated

* liked by scout-Beaufort

lilymunhie— oh he’s so cute!!!!

Logan_sargeant — I know right

Scout—Beaufort — my son could be a model

Tony-the-turtle has posted to their story

Caption — waiting for dad to come home

Logan — hold on Tony I’m coming 🏃‍♂️💨

Tony— hurry up dad

Scout — yeah hurry up Logan the kids and I miss you

Logan— I’m going as fast as I can without breaking the law.

Scout— Tony says it’s not fast enough

Tony-the-turtle has posted to their story

Caption— dad tried holding me but but he called me awkward so I hissed at him

Logan Sargeant— I’m sorry but you were being awkward why were you kicking your legs out like that??? 😭😭

Tony-the-turtle— Im a turtle you really can’t be criticizing me

Logan_sargeant— SCOUT KNOCK IT OFF!!!

Scout-Beaufort— what I’m not doing anything

Tony-the-turtle has posted

Caption— we made up 😇☺️

Logan_Sargeant— Tony and I are now best friends 😄

Tony-the-turtle— the piece of lettuce was a good call but strawberries would have been better.

Logan_Sargeant— I can’t win can I can 😔

Tony-the-turtle— Nope 🙂‍↔️

User 20– Logan bribing his girlfriends turtle was not on my 2024 bingo card

User 21–mine either

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢 • 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

🕯️𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: for a date Jude takes you ice skating. You don't know how to skate so Jude teaches you... Kinda

🕯️𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: fluff

🕯️𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: none

🕯️𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Jude Bellingham x reader

🕯️𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this is a blurb. I didn't really try here

Jude Bellingham masterlist

🕯️❄️💍🦭🌲☃️

“I can’t believe you don’t know how to skate.”

Jude pulled into the skating rink Parking lot, parking the car in the far back. “You just seem like someone who knows how to skate.”

“My parent never taught me.” I whined. I unbuckled my seatbelt ready to get out. “I wish they did because I know I’m going to embarrass myself out there.”

“well I’m going to have to teach you.” Jude unbuckled his seat belt smiling at me.

I opened the door rolling my eyes at him. I know he’s going to have a field day watching me embarrass myself.

-

Me and Jude go out of the car and walked to the rink. Once in, we put on our ice skates.

“I’m ready.” I tried to stand up, but failed to do miserably resulting in me falling back onto the bench

“ok maybe I need help getting up.” I turned to Jude to see his eyebrows raised.

“ already off to a bad start.”

Jude stood up with a sigh putting out his hands for me to grab. I grabbed onto him standing up the best I could.

A bit of scooting later and we were finally on the ice. I could barely hold myself up right, but luckily Jude was holding me up.

“baby, you need to stand up right.” Jude tried so hard not to laugh as said that.

“I’m trying but I feel like Im going fall .” I said, full of embarrassment.

“I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

I believed Jude’s words, slowly standing up straight. After a million years and a few wobbles I was finally standing up straight.

“See I promised I wouldn’t let you fall.” Jude leaned over placing a kiss on my cheek making me smile.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

I was very wrong. I kept trying and trying but simply couldn’t get it right. Everyone time I tried to skate I ended up on my ass.

Jude was no help despite saying he would be. Instead of teaching me He laughed every time I fell onto the ice. Everyone passing by us gave us weird looks from his laughing.

After 30 minutes I was done trying. Out of air, I scouted back over to the bench and plopped myself on it. Jude sat beside me with a smirk on his face

“You did very good. You were like Bambi out there.”

My mouth fell open. “Bambi?”

Jude nodded while he untied his skates. “Yep! You were exactly like Bambi. Falling on your ass every few seconds.”

I sucked my teeth trying my best to hide my smirk. "you’re an asshole.”

Jude laughed. He leaned over and kissed my temple. “It’s ok. You’re my Bambi though I love that.”

I smiled starting to untie my own skates. "I love it too."

[emperor-palpaminty]

In which Keegan is a badass and rescues us, the girlies

F!Reader (Vanguard/Van)x Keegan

Because we deserve more of this man. Also SUPER indulgent ok. i need this because fuck this week, i need a big strong scary masked man to hold me and cuddle me for warmth

The snow fell and in the sea of white, Van had never felt so alone. She wheezed and curled up tight, trying her very best to keep her breaths steady, lest any scouts see the puffs of air desperately clawing their way out of her throat and into the air.

She huddled into herself. Fuck, it was cold.

The battery on her radio had long gone out. Van cursed herself for not bringing extras or charging it, but there wasn't signal all the way out here anyway. Van was told it was an easy mission, an in and out. Of course, the quickly changing and unpredictable weather of the mountains came in the way.

She closed her eyes and sunk into sleep. Perhaps this was her last mission, but Van knew it was a job well done.

---

Jolts stirred her in and out of sleep. Someone wrapping arms around her. The cold biting her cheeks. A deep voice.

Finally, warmth. Or whatever warmth was in negative temperatures.

---

Her head lulled to the side, and she leaned back into the source of warmth, eyes blinking. "Ugh."

"Shh." The voice came from the heat enveloping her. "Don't speak, sweetheart."

Vanguard blinked. "Russ?"

A pause. A chuckle. "Yeah, Van. Had us worried sick."

She hummed, but said nothing. She didn't want to move, to stir. Oddly enough, she was rather comfortable. "Sorry."

"Yeah, you should be." The fabric of his mask brushed on her head, and he tugged her closer. "Body heat-"

"I know." She shivered, and it resulted in him pulling her closer. It had been involuntary, but she liked the outcome. "Warmer." She paused briefly. "Am I dying?"

He sighed, and she could practically see him rolling his eyes behind her back. "No. Now shut up. Talking takes energy. And you don't have a lot of it."

She exhaled shakily, eyes adjusting to the orange of the lamp. It didn't give off heat, but the image made her feel warmer. "Okay," She said, because that was all she really had the energy to say. She had questions- the fear in his voice between carrying her, what she could recollect.

Don't fucking do it, Van. Don't die on me. Damnit. You still owe me a drink.

"I owe you a drink." She verbalized, and his chin brushed her head.

"Nah. You don't," He whispered. "If you live you'll never owe me again. Promise." His fingers tightened around her, keeping her close to him. "I'll get the next round."

She mumbled something, her brain still fuzzy. The fondness in his voice and the softness in his words were for questions tomorrow. He said something about pickup coming soon, that they would be picked up soon.

But until then, she decided, she would lay with him, enjoy it, and not question the feelings unfreezing her heart.

[normal-internet-user]

shaking at a frequency that could shatter glass I know I've been here not too long ago, but. please.

h—headcanons..,, maybe...?? f-for.

Peepaw/Dad!Leo with an adopted child!reader...,, please...,... i-i need some Dad fluff with this tortuga. this overgrown hard-shell melon. this- this. (gestures vaguely) y'get me?

he's so Dad shaped. he's so fond and just radiates safety and warmth and affection and ugghhhghhh i just KNOW he'd be the best dad EVER. nay, he IS the best dad. (pseudo) sibling Casey attests to it.

(⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠) i think i'm actually going to lose my mind . the Clan as uncles/godparents/aunties. grandpa splinter. sweet brother Casey. it takes a village to raise a kid, they say.

do you see my vision here mate? as always, only if you want to ☜⁠ ⁠(⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) & if you do? just .. go ham. if anything strikes you, PUT IT IN THERE. I NEED TO HEAR IT FROM OTHER PEOPLE TOO . (/lh)

This seems appropriate to celebrate me finishing the Rise movie (I am still emotionally unwell this is me coping) I shall grant you headcanons my dearest darling /p

PEEPAW LEO AS AN ADOPTIVE FATHER

....................................

Let me start this off by saying that this man-

This man is best dad.

He finds a lost child?

'Tis his child now.

You are his child now.

Casey?

He's ecstatic.

NEW SIBLING LES GO

Especially since you're younger than him,

(Not by much, maybe afew months)

Casey makes it his life mission to protect you at all costs.

His favorite thing to do is hold your hand and lead you around.

Leo is so so good at being a dad.

I mean look as CJ,

He's got this ok?

Feeling clingy?

He'll hold you until you want him to put you down.

Nightmares?

That's ok kiddo, come curl up next to Papa, he'll keep all those monsters away.

When you get older, you are not going anywhere without him, Casey, or anyone else.

It's not safe, and the same rule applies to CJ.

So you guys go on lots of scouting missions together.

You two may as well be twins, you never go anywhere without the other.

Sometimes, you and Casey will be sent to scout really last minute,

And Leo won't be notified until you two are gone.

Whenever this happens he gets super pissed off and worried because those are his kids,

He should be the one to give them clearence to leave,

Not some random officer who decided to send you two out.

If one of you ever comes back hurt,

God speed to whomever sent the two of you out.

Leo is mad.

Like, mad-mad.

So are April, Mikey, and Donnie.

Leo would literally fall apart if he lost you or Casey.

He swore to Cass that he'd protect Casey, and he promised himself he would keep you safe.

If he lost either of you he just might completely fall apart.

Leo's busy, he's running a resistance afterall,

So he can't keep eyes on you all the time.

That's why the Hamato's take turns.

Leo's in a meeting?

Let's meditate with Master Michelangelo.

Oh he's busy too?

Time to visit Uncle Tello's lab.

Can't find him?

Well where's Commander O'neil?

Can't find her either?

Welp, enjoy the meeting, cause you're stuck there now.

Play rock paper scissors or somethin idk.

If you're around before Splinter passes, he spends alot of time around you.

He's always wanted grandchildren, and he's going to cherish you,

Especially with the world in anarchy.

When you start losing people, it get's hard.

First it was Grandpa Splints,

Then it was Uncle Tello,

Then Auntie April...

Through it all Leo made sure you were ok.

You're just a kid, and you have to grow up in this hellscape?

You've never seen the blue sky, or normal rain,

And everyone you hold close is being ripped away.

That's not fair.

So he does everything he can to make sure you grow up safe and happy.

One of his favorite things to do was tell you and Casey stories of what the world used to be like.

Your favorite is when he describes the stars.

It sounds so amazingly beautiful, shimming lights like glitter sitting up in a blackish blue abyss.

Wow...

After the events of the movie, (you knew it was coming goddammit)

Your first request is to see the stars.

Which is pretty hard since New York is really bright like all the time.

So they took you and Casey to the docks where you would be able to see them best.

You looked up at the sky in absolute awe,

Papa's words would never do the stars justice.

After a minute, you broke down in tears.

It hurt, he promised to be the one to point out the constellations and his younger self doing it just wasn't the same.

Griefing is going to be a really big thing post movie.

In the future, you never really had the chance.

Everything happened so quickly and anytime wasted on griefing could have been a death sentence.

But now, you don't have to watch every corner, you don't have to wake up in fear you'll be alone.

So you grief.

You grief your family, and Casey does too.

Sure, technically they're right outside your room.

But it's not them.

They didn't raise you.

When Leo sends you and Casey back in time,

You took it much worse than Casey, who was focused on completeing the mission.

Sure, you wanted to stop the Kraang too,

But you missed your dad...

So when you find your family's past selves,

And Leo is being so...

Reckless,

You're angry.

Really angry.

Never in your life had your father acted this way, and Casey needlessly boosting his ego 30 seconds into knowing him wasn't helping.

Through out the movie, Casey needs to remind himself that this Leo isn't your Leo.

You have absolutely no trouble with that.

You come across as cold and angry, which worries your brother since you've never been like this before.

The others just assume you're always that way.

But you're not,

And acting like this makes you hate yourself.

You're grappling with the loss of your dad, and the fact that you might fail to do what you were sent here to in the first place.

Casey pulls you aside and gives you a talk.

He understands that your hurting,

He is too,

But this isn't about the two of you.

This is about saving the world and stopping the Kraang.

After that, you can hurt all you want.

That talk ended with you sobbing into Casey's shoulder, practically collapsing to the ground while you clinged to him and begged him not to leave you too.

Aight imma hit ya with the sandwich technique.

Fluff, angst, fluff.

Boom.

When you were a kid,

You had a habit of collecting anything shiny.

Old coins, jewelry, even just shiny rocks.

If it glimmered, you wanted it.

So whenever Leo had to leave the base, he always came back with something shiny for you to add to your hoarde.

He liked to compare you to a crow, and you asked what a crow was.

Right, raised in the apocolypse.

Sure there were plenty of birds around,

But they weren't.... normal.

So Leo explained what a crow was, and that they liked to collect shiny things.

You understood, but you wanted to know what one looked like,

So you went to Uncle Tello and asked if he could show you what a crow looks like.

He showed you, and immediatly you took to the comparison proudly.

You were like a crow!

Mikey liked to put on little shows for you and all the other children that lived in the base.

Making animals and such out of his ninpo.

Your favorite were the birds, the rabbits too.

But the best was the butterflies, which he also used to help you and Casey fall asleep.

They'd flutter around you room kinda like a nightlight.

I also like to imagine that when you and Casey start scouting, you get in trouble for fucking around.

Mostly making stupid bets for your shiny things.

Casey would collect shiny things just to make these bets.

Usually it was simple stuff, like who can throw a rock the farthest,

But even stuff like that could get both of you killed.

Neither of you really listened until one day,

You're making your bet like usual,

And the building you were scouting out wasn't as empty as you thought.

The two of you nearly fell to your deaths, luckily Casey managed to grapple the two of you to safety.

But after that, you had a major fear of heights, and Leo didn't let the two of you out of his sight for a while.

He made sure to scold the two of you when you returned that day,

Before hugging you and telling you how scared he was for a second.

Leo has no problem with you and Casey being included in meetings,

Honestly he prefers it.

If you two are gonna go running around scouting, you should know what's going on.

You'll have the occasional adult who thinks you and Casey are incompitent because of your age,

And that you shouldn't participate in meetings.

But Leo puts that to rest pretty quickly.

"If they can go out, and risk their lives on missions, they can attend the meetings." He'd say.

Leo loves you with his heart and soul.

If anything happened to you, he'd fall apart.

Sometimes he just needs you to have little sleepovers with him, that way he knows you're safe and sound.

He just wants to protect you.

You're his kid,

And he loves you

....................................

I wrote this while listening to anarchy by egg, and damn that song fits.

This one is LONG that's my bad, I got alittle carried away :^

[horanghater]

Give Me 20

Summary: If Mingyu learns anything from this experience, it’s that you have 2 ears and 1 mouth because you’re supposed to listen more than you speak. Or something like that.

▸ Pairing: Mingyu x NB!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+, pwp, smut, established relationship

▸ Warnings: oral (m! receiving)

▸ Word Count: 1.2k

▸ A/N: It’s summer! I got my hat on backwards and it’s fuckin time to party. 🎉🧢 @shuadotcom is serving a lifetime sentence as my beta - thank you! <3 Stoked to be participating in KBCS’s Bon Voyage Bingo event! Prompt: 40 - “I’m sunburnt and dying, so you have to be nice to me.”

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One thing about Mingyu? He’s stunning - particularly when he’s stripped down to just his swim trunks and the warm undertones of his skin make him glow in the summer sun. Another thing about Mingyu? The man doesn’t listen - particularly when he’s with his friends and they play hackysack with a single brain cell. 

You’ve finished your drink, the plot of the book you’ve been reading has reached a lull, and it’s been long enough that the gentle beachy breeze isn’t all that cooling anymore. Your beachside day with your boyfriend (and 12 plus 1s) has definitely peaked, but you can think of a much more relaxing way to occupy your time as Mingyu sprints across the sand to your shaded chair during a long-awaited break from the longest game of volleyball you’ve ever witnessed.

“Hey handsome,” you greet weakly, squinting up at Mingyu as he unsuccessfully tries to crowd himself under your umbrella. “Ready to go?” Mingyu smiles sheepishly, hands already clasped together pleadingly as you groan at his body language. “Just a few more rounds, I promise. Please?” “You said that like an hour ago!”

“I know, babe, but we’re playing to see who pays for dinner!” he explains. “And my team is winning!”

You look up at Mingyu over your sunglasses knowingly. “Mingyu, this is an all-inclusive resort. Dinner’s included. Besides, I’ve got something for you to win right here."You spread your legs just a little in your lounge chair, just enough for Mingyu to see. His expression is unreadable save for a puppy-like spark in his eyes.

But alas, even the promise of sex can’t pry Mingyu away from his single-minded shenanigans. The two of you crane your necks when someone yells in the distance to see Jeonghan and Soonyoung slowly burying Chan in the center of the volleyball court. “Gimme 20 minutes, I swe–sshh, I swear! I’ll meet you in the room.”

“20 minutes and that’s it?” “That’s it, scout’s honor! You can sip on something nice, run a li’l bath,” Mingyu offers, hips swaying suggestively for extra effect. “Slip into something….comfortable?”

Annoyed as you want to be about having to wait, you just can’t stay mad at him. You feign a loud sigh. “Fiiine. 20 minutes, though! Pinky promise?” “Pinky promise!” Mingyu’s invisible tail is practically wagging already. When you reach up to lock pinkies, though, someone calls for “Mingyu-hyung” and your boyfriend hastily fistbumps you instead. “Coming!” he calls back, turning on his heel with one last “love you” as you sigh for real this time.

“Mingyu! At least put on some more sunscreen! You’re kinda red!” you call after him.

Mingyu calls back, though somewhat absently, “Sunscreen, got it!”

You roll your eyes, body lazily stretching as you prepare to gather your things and return to your shared room. “Ok then, we’ll see.”

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An entire 40 minutes later, you hear Mingyu grunt his way through the door. You’re already showered and dressed in pajamas, playing a word game on your phone. “Y/N,” he cries pitifully, “I’m dying! Looook!” 

You keep your eyes trained on the screen, tone indifferent but just icy enough to let him know he’s in trouble. “It’s been 40 minutes, Gyu.”

Mingyu goes to sit on the edge of the bed, but you swat him away, citing “no outside clothes on the bed”. He stands back up, but shuffles in place pathetically, clearly wanting to be babied. “I know, babe, I’m sorry! I swear I was going to come right up, but we were trying to do something about my sunburn first.” When you finally do look at Mingyu, you see that your adonis has become more of a lobster. He’s terribly sunburned on his chest and back with his shoulders being especially burned like deep red pauldrons atop his typically golden shade. Hissing, you sit up to get a closer look. “Oh, Gyu, that looks pretty nasty.” 

Satisfied with your response, Mingyu wails and continues his performance. “And it is! It hurts so bad I don’t know what to do!”

Just as you’re about to search your bag for aloe, you remember the last thing you said to your boyfriend before his late arrival. “Did you at least start with more sunscreen like I said?”

Mingyu looks at you and you look at him and he keeps looking at you and you point at him accusingly. “You didn’t! Mingyu, what did I say?” The man only gets whinier now that he’s riled you up, grabbing your hand and kissing it mournfully in hopes that it’ll lessen your fussing (it doesn’t). “I know, I know,” Mingyu gripes between kisses. “I was going to and just lost track of time.”

Snatching your hand away dramatically, you scold him. “You sure did! And you got what you deserved!”

Mingyu gingerly perches on the edge of one of the room’s bistro chairs and puts on his biggest pout. “Yeah, I did. Haven’t I suffered enough, baby?”

For what it’s worth, Mingyu genuinely does look pained. You’ve never seen him with sunburn this bad and it’s clear that the travel-sized bottle of obligatory aloe in your vacation bag won’t be enough to soothe him. Seeing your boyfriend in such a delicate state pulls at your heartstrings even though the petty part of you wants to keep saying “I told you so”. “Yeah,” you agree finally, crossing the room to stand in front of him and carefully place his hands on your hips. “I suppose you have. Want me to make you feel better?” Suddenly Mingyu’s patheticness visibly decreases just a little, invisible tail wagging again. “You gonna soothe me?” You grin in response, sinking to your knees as you tug on the hem of his trunks, urging your boyfriend to lift his hips enough to slide them down to his thighs. Mingyu huffs with the effort, but settles quickly on the edge of the chair once more as he places a gentle hand on your head expectantly.

Yet another thing about Mingyu? What he lacks in punctuality, he makes up for with general predictability. It only takes a minute or two of pumping to grow his dick from a modest half chub to an intimidating full mast. You waste no time fitting your mouth over the swollen head of his cock and are rewarded with a contended exhale as Mingyu genty scratches the top of your head appreciatively. 

The two of you fall into a familiar rhythm of you bobbing your head and Mingyu thrusting into your mouth shallowly. The angle’s a little off because he can’t position himself the way he wants to, but your talents have him worked up all the same. Mingyu’s pre hits your tongue with each bob now, coating your tongue with a preview of what’s to come. His pace is getting sloppier and the pads of his fingers are pressing into your scalp insistently now. You can hear him whimpering praises above you, the obscene sounds of your slurping a fitting soundtrack for how prettily he cries from your ministrations. 

Just as suddenly as you forgave Mingyu, you’re punishing him again, pulling away from his grasp with a ‘pop’ and leaving his cock upright in the cold hotel air.

You can tell from his voice that Mingyu’s next sentence was going to be another moan. “Y/N~ I’m sunburnt and dying, so you have to be nice to me!”

“Have to?” Even without looking at him as you stand, you know Mingyu’s internally flinching at your warning tone.

“Please?” he corrects.

“Aww, Gyu. But you’re sunburnt and dying. You shouldn’t strain yourself. I’ll check on you in 40 minutes. Sound good?”

[silly-lil-scribbles]

Introduction post!!

freeeeeeee

status: eurgh

current chance of a response if you dm me*: 4%

* does not apply to mousie cuz its my emotional support friend

- My name is Finn! You can also call me scribbles, soup, or really any dumb nickname will do. it/he <3

woah look at that.. its me.. on another website!! slight flash warning for spacehey btw ^^

if you havent read this in a while, i would suggest reading again cuz i update it a lot <3

- im oriented aroace! and graysexual (i think? idk man i just work here.)

- im boyflux but also im just a creechur

- I MADE A JAIL ACCOUNT SO IF IM JAILED I MIGHT BE OVER THERE ‼️ @soup-has-been-imprisoned-noooooo

- I post about the magnus archives/protocol and my chem frequently, though I also just reblog a ton of random shit. may be nsfw but never anything explicit. Also I forget to tag for spoilers a lot so just know that there are magpod spoilers in general on my blog.

- Music artists I like: Cavetown, MCR, Mother Mother, Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Dazey and the Scouts, FOB, Nova Twins, p!atd, Noahfinnce, qbomb, Gum Disease, Sparkbird, Mischief Brew, Poppy, Be Your Own Pet, Pierce the Veil, Chloe moriondo, Faetooth, IDKHOW, the mechs, rabbitology, madalyn mei, scene queen, MARINA, she/her/hers, femtanyl, leathermouth, baby queen, pansy division, the spook school, specimen, egg, the crane wives, and of monsters and men

- Shows/Podcasts/Other Media that I like! DANGER DAYSS, Malevolent, The Magnus Archives, Stranger Things, Welcome to Nightvale (though I haven’t finished it yet), the Osemanverse, Nimona, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, ATLA, LOK, It, Hilda, Camp Here and There, Radio Rental, warrior cats, the silt verses,,,, there’s probably more but my memory is shit

- my blog is super messy so all of my art is under the tag #scribbles draws a thing and my original text posts (not the short personal ones typically, just the one i actually want people to see) are under #scribbles says shit.

- my body hates me very much (probably fibromyalgia but like doctors suck so undiagnosed)

- surprise, my brain also hates me very much! And yes also undiagnosed!

- tone tags are appreciated <3

boundaries n stuff:

- not ok with sexual or romantic comments

- platonic flirting is ok if we’re moots

- sex averse, feelings on romance fluctuate a lot but usually indifferent

continued:

- my feeling are really fucking wonky so 80% of the time i dont/barely feel emotions. please be patient and if i sound like i dont mean what im saying, i promise you that i do. but since i know how i would feel if i could, but i still cant feel anything, im trying my best to react accordingly so it may seem like its not genuine but it is. like. imagine youre writing. youre writing your characters reactions to everything, despite not actually being able to feel it. but since you know your character, you can judge hiw they feel in the situation you make them react accordingly even though you arent actually experiencing it yourself. now replace the character with you, thats kinda how i feel. sorry i know that probably didnt make sense but trying my best here lol

- i have a tmagp fic i just starting writing! If you wanna know more, posts related to that are under #electric desires have unraveled all my wires :(

- I have 4 cats and a dog, also a gecko

- i have a queerplatonic partner!! hes awesome and swaggy and writes so much. so. much writing. wow. not saying wow in a bad way im just genuinely impressed. chou if ur reading this i love you <3

- i also have a lovely best friend named zero whos super fun and cool and pathetic /vpos. my favorite excitable soggy cardboard box ilysm <3

- coyotekin therian !!

- My favorite colors are purple, cyan, neon green, and red

- I love interacting with mutuals and getting asks! plspls send me random shit in asks im begging

- I’m creating an animated series called Catlantis (still in progress)

- I have a love hate relationship with writing but i do it anyways so oh well

- Frogs.

other tags i use a lot are:

#soup poorly draws gay people out of obligation; my series of promised dyhard drawings.

#soup gets pathetic abouut friendship; me when im a sappy bitch about my friends or partner

#objectives list; save file for when i say im gonna do something so i dont forget about it

#catlantis save; hoarding info for catlantis

#insomnia induced rambles; i cant sleep and im making it your problem

#our lady of sorrows; not the song, my mcr inspired goddess i made up for my dnd character to worship

#scribbles asks; asks

#info save; good to know

#scribbles liveblogging tmagp; exactly what it sounds like

#art save; resources for doing art

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cdnb prompt: after his first encounter with ctechno, cdream uses high heels shoes bc doesn't want to look so short next to him and in the middle of doomsday ctechno finds out about this

OK. Let me see if I still got it.

He doesn't notice, at first. There's too much more things going on in his life to even begin to think about it.

Dream's sudden growing sprout is one of those things that he misses in the middle of everything, but still takes notes, waiting for the second he can finally go hibernate and think about it. In fact, he was waiting for that little retrive to capture everything about Dream and just shove it in a box and stop having to take note of everything that Dream does.

He is not repressed, chat. Shut up.

He doesn't notice, and he plans on not noticing, until Dream's little grubby, greedy, slender and surprisingly well cared for hands--until Dream gets him involved like the meddlesome man he is. Suddenly they were walking towards L'manberg's demise as Dream has wanted since basically forever, and Techno realizes --only the slightless bit regretfully-- that he played right into his hand. With horror, he finds himself anything but angry at being so easily led to a solution that benefits Dream and only Dream; rather, he thinks it's a little endearing, and that cannot be possible.

He tried to remind himself about how terrible Dream is as they walk, but the man is anything but subtle, there's a pep to his step--hes practically walking without his soles touching the ground from how excited he is, and he's talking Techno's ear off about how he plans to build the platform for the bombs, and he can hear his shit-eating grin as he discusses how little of L'manberg there will be left.

He's only a pig, after all. So he takes note of all of it, and tries his best to ignore it. He ignores, too, the way they're basically the same size, towering over Philza who's actually doing his job at scouting the terrain so they're undetected at dawn. He pretends he just trusts Philza's judgement, and not that he's terribly charmed by the other man.

This wasn't always the case. Once upon a time, Dream was at least a foot shorter, and more irritating than lovely, and he didn't talk about destruction. There was a hesitancy that Techno recognized as human. He had overcome doubt, and thus, humanity--while remaining mortal. Techno... was intrigued by that. (He'll only stop denying this fleeting crush once it's efficiently death and the recipient of his current adoration is long gone, he promises.)

Now, he's tall and regal, and as deathly as ever. He's a wildfire, a burning lamp. Techno is better than a moth.

His eyes still rake over the figure as he starts towering up, occupying only the faint morning lights as guide. Techno notes the possible enchanted nature of his mask, and hates himself for it.

It's as he's watching, that he notices.

"Bro, are those high heels?" And all at once Dream's height makes sense, even though it shouldn't matter to Techno. He's still gawking at the man who's--blushing. That's a blush on the edge of his ears, not covered by a hoodie for once.

"That's--shut up, don't be an idiot." He hisses, his mask suddenly pointing towards Philza as if scared he'll hear. Oh, this is fascinating.

"Nothin' wrong with being fashionista, I tell you." Techno says, smug, leaning the faintest bit down to look at Dream directly. "But a man that's, ah, homeless... you would think he had better priorities than heels."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I HAVE A HOUSE!" Dream shrills, effectively making Techno lean away. Then his arms cross on front of his torso, the picture of a diva. The heels are a deep green, and they click as he steps back. Oh, how didn't Techno notice?

You were trying hard not to notice, chat whispers. Then, of course, it notices it has Techno's attention. eee, EEE, DREAMSIMP, dream dream dream, Dream in chat, hi techno :), eeeE, STOP SIMPING.

"Not denying the fashionista allegations, I see." Techno replicates. His companion huffs, and then turns back to finally get to tower up. And this time Techno allows himself to notice the shape of his legs--and no, he's not being weird, Dream's ass is on the way okay-- and the way it curls with the distinct form of a trained heel wearer. Techno has no thoughts about Dream's skintight pants nor the way the heels are beautifully integrated into his body, to the clear attention to detail Dream used to pride in, that he still has.

Something in Techno's chest aches. But it's barely morning, and they have a job to do.

"If you wanted to see how it felt to be tall," he calls back, placing a lazy hand around to make his voice sound louder. "You could've just asked for me to carry you."

SHUT THE FUCK UP, Dream whispered in chat.

[renguro]

ok last one i promise stupid gloomy emo elf canary in disguise. he scouts out dungeons with his team to see if they need to send in the bigger canary units

also he is a frog beastman

Wanting to secure a better future for his struggling lowborn family, Loscan fell into dark magic as a way to quickly make money. However, his naivety ended up putting him in serious debt with the wrong people, ending with his unwilling transformation into an artificial beastman. Though he was intended to make money and work off his debt as either a spectacle or a fighter, Loscan cut and ran. Only stopping long enough to apologize to his family, they were horrified with his transformation. In quiet combination with the people that had done this to him, he was further sold out and arrested. Eventually, he landed with the Canaries for his prowess, not only as a beastman, but as an assassin.

True Name: Loscan Rani Age: 92 Race/Gender: Elf (Beastman) / Male Birthplace: Southern Central Continent Family: Mother, Sister Physique: 152 cm / BMI 18 Likes: Crunchy foods Dislikes: Frog legs