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[tokkiwrites]

ᘓ ♡‌ ꣒ ׄ ONE SHOT, NO LIME. ⏜ 🍋‍🟩 ◌

a Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x f!reader fic

summary: A group of (very attractive) men walks into the small bar where you work as a bartender. One of them, in particular, has caught your eye, and it seems like he's noticed you too.

tags: pwp, one night stand (but they live happily ever after in my mind!!!), afab/f! reader, dom Santiago but also soft kind of, sir kink (muehehhehe >:] ) he kind of likes to be worshiped ig, p in v unprotected ( you get a condom, theu get a condom, everyone gets condoms!!!! ), positions that idk the name of, Santiago manhandles reader, hair pulling, slapping, choking, head m and f receiving, throat fucking, pet names, creampie, Santiago is in love w reader by the end of it teehee. lmk if i missed anything!!

ㅤ↪ㅤtokki's ۫ 𐑺 𝚜𝚞ׂ𝚐𝚊𝚛 ࣭ note ˑ ⌕ ࣭ ּ ➭ is it obvious im obsessing over oscar isaac?!?! :D HAHA. I need a fix every day but im p sure i saw all the content about him available on this app. this has 3.5k words and is not proofread so if u see any weird spellings no u dont. OKAY ENJOY !!!

The dim lighting of the small bar casts a cozy, intimate glow over the room. The low hum of conversation mingles with the soft strains of a jazz band playing in the corner. Behind the bar, you expertly mix a cocktail, the clinking of ice and the swirl of liquid a familiar rhythm.The door swings open, and a group of five, very attractive men stride in, immediately drawing the attention of the patrons. They exude an easy confidence, their laughter and banter filling the space. As you look up, your eyes are drawn to one man in particular. He seems to be leading the rest, at least thats what his presence gives off, with a chiseled, bearded jaw, curly, dark hair and eyes that seem to scan the room with sharp, yet relaxed precision.He catches your gaze, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you.

There's a spark, a silent acknowledgment that both of you feel the magnetic pull. He smiles, a slow, knowing curve of his lips, and you can't help but return it, feeling your heartbeat just a little faster.They make their way to the bar, and as he approaches, you can feel his eyes on you, a tangible presence even amidst the crowd. He leans on the counter, close enough that you catch a whiff of his cologne, something rich and woody. "Evening," he says, his voice smooth and warm. "What do you recommend."

You offer him a smile, feeling a rush of excitement at the chance to engage with him. "Depends on what you're in the mood for," you reply, your voice betraying a hint of playfulness. "Something strong and bold, like a whiskey sour, or perhaps something smoother, like a classic martini?" his gaze holds yours, a flicker of intrigue dancing in his eyes. "I'll trust your judgment," he says, his tone suggesting a willingness to let go of control, if only for a moment.

With a nod, you set to work, your mind racing with possibilities. As you craft their drinks, your fingers move with practiced precision, but your thoughts are elsewhere, caught up in the mystery of the man before you. The other men in the group engage in lively conversation, their laughter filling the air. your attention is focused solely on him, on the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, on the way his presence fills the room with an undeniable energy.

You decide to play a little game of your own. While the others receive their beers and cocktails, you pour the mystery man one large shot of strong tequila, no lime, because he seems like the kind of guy who can handle it. As you slide the shot glass across the counter, your fingers brush against his ever so slightly, sending a thrill through you. He meets your gaze, a silent exchange passing between you."Cheers," he says, raising the glass in a toast with the rest.

As the one man you're interested in raises the shot glass to his lips, the atmosphere around the group shifts slightly. There's an air of camaraderie mixed with an underlying tension, as if they're carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. "You know," one of the men says, his voice low but filled with determination, "we need to talk about the operation." The rest nod, setting the empty shot glass down with a decisive clink. "Agreed. It's time to finalize the plan." Their conversation drifts to murmurs, their voices lowering as they discuss the intricacies of their mission. They speak in coded language, mentioning names and locations that hint at the danger and complexity of their undertaking.

As you listen in, curiosity getting the better of you, you catch snippets of their conversation. They speak of distant lands and hidden treasures, of risks and rewards that seem almost too fantastical to be true.

But amidst the cloak-and-dagger talk, one name stands out: Pope. It's not mentioned in the same hushed tones as the others, but rather with a sense of respect and admiration."Pope, what do you think?" one of the men asks, turning to him for guidance. He meets their gaze, his expression unreadable. "We proceed as planned," he says, his voice steady and unwavering. "But we stay vigilant. We can't afford any slip-ups." somehow, despite the danger and uncertainty that surrounds them, you find yourself drawn to him even more.

A couple of hours pass by, filled with laughter, drinks, and shared stories. As the night wears on, the group begins to disperse, bidding their farewells and promising to meet again soon. The man you're interested in, whom you now know as "Pope," stays behind, offering to settle the tab.

"Is your name really Pope?" you ask, unable to resist the curiosity that has been gnawing at you all evening. He pauses, his brow furrowing slightly before a soft laugh escapes him. "Santiago," he says, his voice low but filled with warmth. "What?" you reply, caught off guard by the sudden revelation.

"My name," he repeats, his gaze steady as he meets your eyes. "It's Santiago."

The weight of his words hangs in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that has been brewing all evening. You feel a rush of excitement mingled with apprehension, unsure of where this newfound knowledge will lead. "Santiago," you repeat, testing the sound of his name on your lips. It feels right, somehow, as if it belongs to him in a way that "Pope" never could.

He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he slides a few bills onto the counter. "Santiago," he says again, his voice barely above a whisper this time. "What time do you get off work?" Santiago asks, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "Well, you guys were the only ones here since like 11 pm, so I'm supposed to close up in a few," you reply, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Why ask... Santiago?"

"Curious," he says simply, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You can't help but feel a surge of excitement at his question, the implication hanging in the air between you. As you begin to tidy up the bar, Santiago lingers nearby, his presence a comforting presence in the otherwise empty room. As you lock up for the night, he falls into step beside you, the two of you walking side by side into the cool night air. The streets are quiet now, the bustle of the city having long since faded into the distance.

"So, Santiago," you say, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled between you, "what now?"

He looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before a smile quirks at the corners of his lips. "Now," he says, reaching out to take your hand in his, "I take you back to mine, have something to drink, maybeㅡ?" You stop in your tracks, and he leans in closer. "If I may."

Your heart races at his words, the anticipation building as he leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "If I may," he adds again, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You meet his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as you search for any sign of hesitation in his eyes. But all you find is a quiet confidence, a sense of assurance that leaves you breathless.With a nod, you find yourself falling into step beside him once more, the electricity between you palpable in the air. As you walk together through the deserted streets, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of anticipation and desire.

Finally, you arrive at his place, a small, unassuming apartment tucked away in the heart of the city. He leads you inside, and you can barely suck in a deep breath before his lips crash down onto yours with a hunger that takes you by surprise, making you fall like petals into his strong grasp.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment, his kiss igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole. His hands move with purpose, exploring every inch of your body as if committing it to memory. You respond with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in his curly hair as you pull him closer, unable to get enough of the taste and feel of him. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace. As the kiss deepens, the desire between you intensifies, a primal need driving you closer together. In that moment, electricity that crackles between you like lightning in a storm.

And as you finally break apart, breathless and exhilarated, you realize that this is just the beginning, his eyes know flooded with a darkened haze and lust. "Do you know how much I had to hold back and not fuck you over that bar, in front of everyone?" he groans and you can only whimper shamefully as the thought of just that was a constant in your mind the whole night.

"God, you're so beautiful." Santiago groans, dragging his calloused thumb across the plush of your lips, the other hand tracing the curve of your hips. You gaze into his eyes, seeing a raw intensity that mirrors your own longing. With a harsh tug, he pulls you closer, his lips hungrily seeking yours again. His kiss wild and untamed, sweeping you away in a whirlwind of sensation. You respond with equal fervor, surrendering yourself to the pleasure of his touchㅡ every light one sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your whole being.

"How do you want it?" he pulls away, breathlessly, both palms now settled on the small of your back. "How do you want me to fuck you, baby?" The man asks, almost pleading, his tone low and grazing at the growing heat from your core. "Any way, justㅡ" you're short of breath "Please, I need you.." you shy your eyes away from his, but Santiago is quick with his grip, taking your face by squeezing both cheeks with one hand, forcing you to look back at him. "C'mon. Say that again." he teases, prompting you to speak again. "I need you.." you say again, a little louder.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with you, baby." a promise you'll come to find out he will deliver on. in no time you're naked, left only in your not so for the occasion panties, all though Santiago doesn't seem to mind, seeing as they're stained with a wet spot between your legs. He's slow, as he traces his fingers across your pebbled nipples, teeth grazing your neck as he whispers dirty nothings. In no time, you're on your knees in front of him, who was settled on the cushioned couch in the middle of the room. His pants were zipped down but not off yet, that was 'your job' as he put it. he asks you to call him 'sir', and you didn't even know you liked that so much until you felt how wet it got you when he made you say it.

"Dollface." Santiago taps your cheek. "Eyes up here. you want it, don't you?" and you nod your head eagerly, eyes already weepy. he coos, almost making fun of you, then grips your head by the hair. "Aren't you something. God, can't wait 'til I get to fuck this pretty face." he takes his time staring you down, making you understand how this was going to go and where your place was: at his feet. but you didn't mind that one bit.

"I don't have a problem with waiting, baby. We have all night. Maybe if you're good I'll give it to you tomorrow too." Santiago pushes your head towards his crotch and you obliged. "if you're good. can you do that for me, angel?"

"Yesㅡ" you agree, a tinge of shyness quivering into your voice. "Yes?" he quirks up an eyebrow, the pull on your hair, tightening."Yes, sir." You breathe out, mind already dizzy. "Good girl... You're gonna be so good to me, yeah?" and you mewl a soft 'yes, sir' at his request. the next thing he commands you to do is take off his pants along with his briefs, which you do, and you can't seem go get over the Goliath of a dick you had in front of you. It intimidated you, a visible thing to read on your face, eliciting a low chuckle from Santiago. "You scared, beautiful?" you can only muster a soft 'yes', provoking yet another harsh hair tug from him. "Good."

the first few strokes were slow, you shunned away for a bit but as you got into it, you could hear the plaintive moans that tumbled out of his mouth, instigating you to go a bit faster, your lips finally wrapping around his tip that as leaking precum all over your tongue, the bitter taste enveloping your papillae. cautiously, but surely, you sink your head down and start bobbing it. you weren't even halfway, yet the tip was hitting the back of your throat, which prompted Santiago to push your head further down, tears beading at the corner of your eyes. you gag and moan around his length as he shushes you like he didn't just impaled your throat with his dick. "Breathe, baby, breathe." he instructs, and you struggle for the first few seconds as he has your head fully pushed low.

you manage to get used to the feeling, all though difficult to do, you let him fuck into your throat as you breathe through your nose. your gags and wet noises filled the room as Santiago left out low moans and little praises for you to know you were doing well. make-up was smudged all over your face, cheeks red from his repeated slaps and drool dripping down your chin, your brows contorted into a pleading frownㅡ it was the most beautiful sight somebody has bestowed upon him. "Shit, you're so beautiful with my cock down your throat, angel. So hard not to come immediatelyㅡ" he admitted.

he pulls you away from his length and you gasp for air. your vision is fuzzy from the lack of air and tears. "Up. And bend over." in no time, you're bent over the armrest of the couch, ass up and face flush with the mattress. the cold air hits your clothed cunt and your knees still hurt. Santiago gets behind you, fingers hooking around the hem of your panties as he pulls them down to reveal the soaking mess you were. "This pussy is crying for me, huh?" he's cocky with the way he says it, two of his fingers gathering up the glistening liquid from your puffy lips, then bringing them to your mouth. "Be a doll." he's playing with you, but you? you do as you're told because he has you so drunk on him, in a way you've never felt before. you lick around his digits, tasting yourself and he delivers a proud slap to one of your asscheeks. "You pretty slut." back behind you, he crouches on one knee before drawing a long strip from your sensitive clit to your entrance with his tongue, the same two fingers you had licked, now slipping inside of you.

your back arches as a wave of pleasure breaks over your body like water on a shore. his licks are now concentrated on your bud, fingers quickening their pace as Santiago hums at your sweet taste. You moan and writhe, that familiar warm feeling building up inside of you again. but as soon as you soon were there he stopped. He stopped, pulling back to see the shaky, wet mess you were. "P-lease, sirㅡ"

he tuts, slapping your plush thighs. "You take what I give you. So don't get greedy. You're lucky if I'm gonna let you come at all right now." this pain that a sick pleasure envelopes you and you sit with your cunt exposed as you hear Santiago fumble the pockets of the pants he had you take off. 'condoms' he mumbled, as if he knew what you were thinking.

"I'm clean.." you manage a whisper. "And on birth control." he sighs in relief. "Good." you can feel he is less tense now, his presence still behind you. with no warning he flips you over, back on the couch and ass on the armrest, that had your legs settle around his hips with ease. "Spread 'em." so you do. you spread your legs as much as you can, giving him a full view. Santiago smiles, thumb back to rubbing circles onto your clit. "You're so beautiful." it was so sincere, so sweet you could almost taste it.

his gentle gaze soon got replaced by the hungry one he had all this night whilst staring you down. Finally, he aligns the tip of his shaft with your entrance and slowly pushes the tip in. Your breath got stuck into your throat, from the feeling laden with thornsㅡ every prick of discomfort is countered by an unexpected surge of delight. Your tears fall down onto the mattress under you, little moans gripping your throat as he slips inside further. "You're okay, baby, you're okay. C'monㅡ" he assures you, asking you to surrender. "Take it all- theere we go.." Santiago praises, lifting your hips a bit to get a better angle. He moves gently, each stroke hitting deeper within your core, the pain soon converging with ecstasy right as he alerts his movements.

you wrap your legs around him loosely but he takes you by your ankles and almost folds them over your stomach, providing him a better position to pound straight into you, hitting that sweet spot on and on. his hips dive down, one of his palms snaking up and wrapping itself tightly around your throat. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, knew you could take it." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeㅡ your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made wrapped around Santiago.

Feeling you tightening, the hand that was around your throat slips down to your clit, while the other makes you spread your legs wide again for easier access, giving you a chance to take in a big gasp of air. "want me to breed this pussy, huh? feel you up with my babies?" the room spins around you, body floating as if ready to plummet back down, you try your best to reply. "yes, yes- please, please, sir, I'mㅡ"

"Go ahead." the man succeeded to say, between his breathy groans. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you so much sir." you say as if praying to him whilst he keeps fucking into you. he pounds into you as you come down from your high, your body almost too limp to register your surroundings. he slap your thigh, strong grips now onto your breasts as he comes ropes inside of you, then as he pulls his length out of you, some landing on your stomach. He watches intently as his seed drips out of you, your body beautifully splayed out right under him. You squeeze around nothing, licking your lips, as you feel the warm trickles of come dripping from your stomach to your chest due to your position. you're both quiet for a bit, catching your breaths, as you scoot lower on the couch.

"I thinkㅡ" Santiago begins, breaking the silence, "I'd wanna do this for more than one night.”

[bunnyluvs-blog]

hey giiiirllll

can you make a full fic for Taehyun based on this? txt reactions: bf!txt when you wear their shirt (smut)

thank youuu✨✨

Teahyun x Reader When you were his shirt SMUT continued

Omg babe ofc i can !! i was praying to do terrys because ik them taehyun biases are some of the freakyest people I have ever met

tags ! SMUT ,, hard dom taeh ,, cunt eating, doggy style ,, mentions of public sex ,, hair pullings

The car ride home was quiet and fast. But it felt so so so long to you. The wetness between your legs overwhelmed you as Teahyun didn't even have his hand on your thigh, which he normally did. Fuck you were in for it.

Once y'all got home he slammed the door to his car and walked inside. Assuming you were going to follow him, which you did. as soon as you stepped inside your shared apartment you were slammed against the wall with his lips on yours. a small whimper leaving your mouth as his tongue filled it. "You think you're just so cute don't you?" He spoke up as he runs his hand up your thigh. "teah.. mmmm sorry for teasing you.." you moan as his thumb made circles on your clit. "so you finally admit it, this whole plan of yours so you can get your brains fucked out" After a few minutes of him teasing you, throwing you over his strong arm, taking you to the bedroom.

Your legs are wide open as teahyuns face is stuffed between you thighs. Your hands chained to the bedframe, loud moans leaving your mouth. His tongue lapping up every juice your cunt releases. "Taeh..please please wanna cum" He hasn't let you finish once in the past 30 minutes he's been eating you out. All the begging and whining you've been using to convince him to let you cum has all gone down in vain. Thighs suffocating him between them, his eyes never leaving your pretty face as you beg and beg for sweet release. Soon enough you would have it <3

Taehyun got up from inbetween your legs to give you a soft kiss, a small reminder that no matter how hard he fuck you, you were still his baby. Flipping you over onto your tummy, your pussy was met with a hard cock grinding against it. "Fuck..seeing you in my damn shirt, showing of your body to those fuck no bodys like a whore. God i just wanted to fuck you right then and there." he slurred as he slowly filled you up. "f-fuck..do it next time.." Oh holy fuck did that release something in himz He didnt take you slow anymore, pound in and out of you at a pace he wanted. "Mm baby you have no idea what im gonna do to you" those words made your heart flutter and your pussy squeeze around him. His hand pulling your hair as he fucks you from behind. Soft groans leaving his mouth as loud moans leave yours. God you were so close and he could feel it. your small cunt tightening around him told him so as well. "Aww little slut gonna cum? You wanna cum?" All you could do was moan yes and yes over and over until you're mind went numb. "Cum baby cum for your taeh ok?" thats all you needed until you did as he commanded.

snuggling up next to your boyfriend after all of that was probably your favorite part of it all. Bothing coming down from your highs and relaxing together was always something you needed. His hand rest on your back and yours on his chest. All you could ever want was right there. And you could lie, next time you guys go out you're gonna not inly wear his shirt, but no panties as well

[the-writings-of-a-kiwi-bird]

Sorry, Reenie~

tags: angst/comfort, crack treated seriously maybe (not really taken seriously actually), medical inaccuracies probably (dont have the spoons to do research, im pretty vague though), kidnapping, referenced past drugging but in a lighthearted way and only once near the end

a little bit of Aventurine/Topaz at the end if you squint, but it can be interpretted as platonic, too

(i think thats it? idk)

this is 100% based on one of the numerous plotting/fic situations @silvercaptain24 and I think up/ping pong off each other in our DMs lol. im also only posting mainly this because its the easiest way to share with her XD

fic below cut (about 1400 words i thkn?)

Aventurine pushed his chair away from his desk and stood. 

I’ve been staring at these documents too long, I need a break. 

He exited his office, making sure to lock the door behind him, and began to make his way towards the end of the building where Topaz’s office is. 

Maybe I can talk her into lunch. It's been a while since I ate. 

He rounded a corner and was immediately grabbed and pulled into a janitorial closet. 

Before he could respond, a hand holding a cloth covered his nose and mouth. 

Aventurine held his breath and struggled, fighting to break free. 

“Oh come on, that’s taking too long!” An unfamiliar voice complained. 

Something hit his head hard, and the world turned black. 

~~ 

He awoke lying on his side. 

Everything hurt, and his mind was clouded with fog and pain. 

Aventurine tried to move his arms, only to painfully discover that they had been bound behind his back with rope, rather tightly. He did his best to remain silent and fought his eyes open. 

The floor he was laying on was dirt, which would explain the musty smell. It was dark, too dark to see much beyond the rusty iron bars in front of him. He could hear faint voices, but couldn't tell what they were saying or even what direction they came from. 

Panic fought to overtake his already limited mind, and he struggled to fight against it. 

I’m trapped. I can’t get free. Even if I could, those bars look strong. Everything hurts. What had I been doing? Where am I? I can move my feet. What good will that do? They’ve probably confiscated all my things. I can’t even call for help. I don't know if I’m even strong enough right now. I'm trapped. It’s so dark— 

His eyes threatened to close, and the room kept spinning. His wrists burned, the pain overpowering even the rest of the pain and making thoughts difficult. Painful memories threatened to surface, and he forced himself to focus on the pain instead. 

Aventurine’s whole body trembled, heart beating fast and loud. His neck burned, a phantom pain from memories long past resurfaced. 

Pistols fired somewhere in the distance, and the nearby voices turned to far away shouts. 

He was shaking, and not just from the cold. 

A familiar voice said something nearby. Or maybe far away? He wasn't sure. 

Panic swirled in his mind, drowning out all other thoughts besides the pain. 

He heard metal clangs, and the creaking of rusty hinges. That familiar yet unplaceable voice said something else he did not register, more insistent this time. 

Aventurine shut his eyes and struggled to try and get his breathing even. If they think he's asleep, they’ll leave him alone. Right?

The voice spoke again, definitely closer this time, and still not understandable. 

The pain in his wrists flared and he heard someone whimper pathetically. 

On second thought, that may have been him. 

The voice kept speaking to him, and he barely registered that a tension around his wrists had been broken. The searing pain lessened slightly. 

More speaking. He thinks. 

Icy cold water splashed Aventurine in the face, and he shot his eyes wide open with a gasp.  

“Geez, it’s ‘bout time!” A familiar metal hand waved in his face. “Are ya with me now, Fancy Pants?” 

Aventurine moved to sit up, but the pain in his wrists inhibited that. Someone lifted him into an upright position. 

Finally, he looked up. “… Boothill?” 

The space cowboy flashed a toothy grin. “Oh good, that little brain of yours is working again. C’mon kid, let's get you out of here.” 

Boothill lifted Aventurine with ease, one metal arm beneath his legs and the other supporting his back. Aventurine vaguely heard the space ranger mumble something about ‘muddle fudging son of nice ladies shirt bags ash voles’. 

Aventurine found himself relaxing somewhat, fighting to keep his eyes open as he bounced slightly with each step Boothill took. 

Boothill sighed. “Relax, kid, just get some sleep. You’re safe now. I’ll hold you for ransom when you wake up.” 

Aventurine relaxed fully, drifting off to sleep before the words had even fully registered. 

~~~

Aventurine awoke in a room he shouldn’t even recognize, much less be all too familiar with. 

“Ugh, so much for getting some work done today.” He groaned and stood, clutching his head with one hand as he waited for the room to stop spinning. He walked to the door and hesitated as he grabbed the handle, cherishing his last moments of peace before his headache inevitably gets much worse. 

~

“Well hello there, sleepyhead,” Boothill greeted. 

Two metal hands clasped each shoulder and not-no-gently steered him into a chair at the table, the biggest plate Aventurine had ever seen situated in front of him. It was overfilled with his favorite foods. 

He glanced back at Boothill, eyebrow raised skeptically. “There is absolutely no way I can eat all that. And I don't remember the ipc having any confidential files that list what my favorite foods are,” he added. 

Boothill smirked and simply shrugged. “Wow, favorite foods huh? What a coincidence! Anyways, Fancy Pants, you’d best get to eating, won’t know how much you can eat til you try!” 

Aventurine glared suspiciously at the food and drink in front of him. “Please tell me you didn’t drug it this time, i think i've had enough sleep for today.”

“Nah, you got plenty of sleep already, not necessary this time.” Boothill waved a hand dismissively, gaze never leaving Aventurine. “You should start eating though, I already sent the message to that Topaz lady and she’s usually pretty quick at sending the random money.” 

Aventurine began to eat, doing his best to refrain from wolfing it all down immediately. “You do know she transfers that from her personal account so she doesn’t have to go through Jade every time, right?” 

“It's okay, every time this happens that exact amount of money mysteriously disappears from the IPC’s bank account and appears in hers.” 

Aventurine froze, then turned his head slowly to look at Boothill. “You can do that. This whole time. What’s even the point of ransom then???” 

“More fun this way,” Boothill said with a toothy grin. “And it gives me the opportunity to make sure my Greatest Competition And Nemesis is Taking Care Of Himself well enough that we can be evenly matched still.” 

Aventurine rolled his eyes and continued eating. “I thought you were done with that ridiculous title.” 

Boothill chuckled. “Why would I be done with it, O Greatest Competition And Nemesis? It's the most fitting, after all.” 

Aventurine groaned, and Boothill watched closely to make sure he actually ate everything. 

~~ 

There was a knock at the ship’s door, and Boothill opened it to reveal a very exasperated Topaz. 

“Alright, Boothill, you’ve got the money. Can we have our dumbass back now?” 

“Hey!” Aventurine protested. Both ignored him. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure thing little lady.” Boothill patted Aventurine on the back forcefully, sending the man tumbling forward. 

Topaz calmly stepped aside and let him fall. 

“Thanks. I assume he’s been fed again?” 

“Obviously. Make sure the muddlefudger uses the healing ointment I gave him for his wrists, which were absolutely not my doing for the record.” 

Aventurine stood and dusted himself off, grumbling about loser friends who clearly hate him and not being a child who needs supervision. 

“Will do. See you next time, I unfortunately assume?” Topaz asked. 

“Yep!” Boothill replied cheerfully. “Nice doin’ business with ya.” 

Topaz nodded and turned, grabbing Aventurine’s arm. “Come on idiot, let's go.” 

She turned back to Boothill one last time, expression much softer for a split second. “…thanks for taking care of him.” 

She turned again, all but dragging Aventurine with her. 

“Hey, this time really wasn’t my fault,” he insisted defensively. 

Topaz glanced at him, a brief moment of concern on her face before she returned to that annoyed expression she always wore around him. “Yeah. I know.” She hesitated. “And… I’m glad you’re okay. I guess.” 

“You know,” she added quickly, “because I don’t want to be doing my and your workload. That's all. Definitely.” 

Aventurine smiled fondly. “Sure.” 

They took a few more steps before he paused. 

“Wait what do you mean you know? How?” 

Topaz groaned. “Mister Boothill demanded more credits than usual for, and I quote, ‘saving you shirt bags from having to rescue him from some forking muddle fudgers, and saving y’all the trouble of taking care of the ash voles.’” 

Aventurine smacked his forehead with his palm and sighed. “Of course he did. Why am I not surprised.”

Topaz shrugged. “That Galaxy Ranger really confuses me sometimes, you know.” 

“Only sometimes?” 

She smacked his arm. 

“Anyways, you owe me big time. Again.” 

“Yeah, yeah. The usual Lunch for a week I assume?” 

“Make it two this time.” 

“… fine, two.” 

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[gabessquishytum]

im practically obsessed with teenage dream (haha), older sister death, and friend of death hob. maybe for the winter holidays dream goes back home to his parents' to take time off for uni (he lives with death because it's "easier to commute to class since she lives closer" but really its just to get away from his parents. who dont really care), death obviously goes with him because that's her family too, and she asks hob to tag along since she caught wind of the business with his late wife and son and thought he might benefit from some family time during the holidays. even if the family really fucking sucks. like a lot. but all that to say that when dream *finally* works his little slutty 18 year old seductress magic on hob, it isnt death who catches them in the act but virtually anyone else in the family. imagine the scandal!! death brought home a friend her age and everyone assumed they were dating but keeping it on the DL only for hob to...cheat on her of all people?? with DREAM??

i dont know whos reaction would be more interesting tbh. obviously we know death would have some strong words for hob, and desire would probably make some comment about how hob is dilfy enough that yea they get it, just not on the couch next time they take selfies for instagram there because the lighting is good, be considerate. maybe hob just fucks dream in the living room and they get caught when everyone else in the family comes in to like...hang out. i dunno but them getting caught is both very sexy and very funny

I'm so obsessed with Dream working his slutty little magic so that Hob’s brain just fucking melts and he becomes the most stupid bastard ever to exist. Like the whole family are watching a movie, and it's all dark and cozy and Dream insisted on sitting next to Hob - practically in his lap, actually, because there really isn't a lot of room on the sofa! They're snuggled under a blanket and Dream has somehow managed to get Hob’s dick in his arse without alerting any suspicion... meanwhile Hob has to pretend that he's crying about the sappy Christmas movie to disguise the fact that he's whimpering and groaning as Dream shuffles around on his cock.

The whole fam goes out for a walk and Hob stays behind, only for Dream to sneak back from the walk early so they can fuck. They're literally doing it on the kitchen table and unfortunately Dream’s noises are so loud they don't hear the rest of the family coming back inside.

Death totally gives Hob the slap that he definitely kinda deserves... Despair is gagging because that's the table where people eat food, Dream, thats disgusting!! Hob just wants an opportunity to pull his jeans up, please, he'll literally leave if they want him to but can he please not have his dick out right now?? Desire is like nah I want to look at it a while longer teehee.

Is Dream sorry for traumatising his siblings? Nope, not even a little bit. He's sitting there like the cat who got the cream. He knows that Hob isn't going to give him up now he's had a taste. Plus Death won't stay mad at them forever, Dream is her favourite brother and Hob is her best friend.

(Hob is allowed to stay for the holidays, BTW. With the caveat that if anyone sees him doing more than holding Dream’s hand, his butt is getting kicked out into the snow).

[emblazons]

hi!

i read the tags you wrote about millie in a post yesterday (i think you deleted the post because i cant find it now) and i just wanted to say im glad theres someone who shares similar thoughts as me. i love millie but i cant even say anything on twitter without her toxic stans accusing me of misogyny and insulting her intelligence, even though thats not my intention.

if byler is canon, how do you think she’ll feel about it? im asking because your perspective is interesting! i think shes going to take it a bit personally because she strongly relates to her character and wants el to be on the same path as her (like getting married young). its understandable though, considering her upbringing.

!! I actually took it off my blog because the other day I resolved the issue of my tags not archiving—but when it got resolved, my blog ended up square in the middle as “top blogs” with the full mlvn name tag because I hadn’t been abbreviating their ship in the tag I used before ☠️ that said, I changed the tag to “anti mlvn” so I could keep myself out of mlvn corners, but a lot of the recent posts that I kept under the old tag are gone or private until tumblr tracks the change—hence the missing post!

Still...me and that tag rant was giving “why would you say something so controversial, yet so brave” for sure (lmao), though I certainly meant it less as a comment on her life decisions themselves and more a "I can tell by the decisions you make as a creator, producer of other films, and in general that you are not The Duffer Brother's target audience, but a lot of your fans can't" kind of way...which is still controversial in several corners of this fandom for sure. 😭

the rest of this answer under the cut because it got long lol

Like, yes, she does play a principal character in the show, but playing a character does not mean the character is modeled to you as a person—just look at Emilia Clarke playing Daenerys Targaryen, Anthony Hopkins playing Hannibal Lecter, or even Rachel McAdams playing Regina George lmao.

Despite playing El since she was a child, as Millie has come into adulthood it's become clearer that she is very different from El—and that The Duffers aren't creating Eleven's arc with Millie's own "coming of age" in mind. Her choices to create things like Enola Holmes, Damsel, and even Nineteen Steps (her new book) showing up as sharp contrasts to not only the women in Stranger Things, but in all of The Duffer's upcoming work on Death Note, The Talisman and The Boroughs prove that well enough, which would be zero problem at all...if a lot of her fans didn't conflate Millie with El is as a character.

To your point though...I honestly don't think Millie is going to be all that personally upset if El ends up single and Byler happens—she's already made clear that she loves El, but is ready to move on and tell other stories and that she would have written the story as a high school drama if she was in control of the direction of the plot (while pointing out that she's not the one in control of it) lol.

Even what she said recently in an widely published and official Seventeen interview shows that she's really just here to finish the story and move on with her career—that she's ready for her role as El (and the drama I'm 10000% sure comes with that) to be done:

At least to me, all of that makes it seem like she is a level-headed young woman who can handle her character not being aligned with how she would live her own life—and will, when the time comes.

That said: imo the real problem is that fans of MBB are confusing Millie's own "I can be young, strong and still have a man" creative and life choices with El's "I am overcoming the bounds men have put on me to become strong by myself" storyline, which only becomes an issue when Millie jokes about things like mlvn getting married—

—and (by nature of being an influential celebrity) ends up with fans who mistake Millie's headcanons (because...honestly that's what they are) based on what she enjoys in fiction as what The Duffers are writing & planning for the ending of Stranger Things.

Basically: as an actress, it's literally MBB's job to bring life to stories that don't necessarily reflect her own values or desires, and she knows it—but because she's been playing the character on people's screens so long (and from a young age) a lot of fans have issues separating the woman from the fiction and recognizing that (as Adam Driver once said) it's not Millie's job to have a feeling about or even agree with who El is as a person—it's her job to bring El & The Duffer's vision to life, even if her life informs how she plays the role.

None of that is particularly Millie's fault (though she, like Noah sometimes, adds fuel to fandom fire with the jokes she makes lmao), though it does get irritating to navigate when you're constantly subjected to arguments rooted in nothing but headcanons when trying to make sense of The Duffer's work itself lmao.

TL;DR - Mills joking about El and Mike getting married feels the same as someone here putting their headcanon out into the world about married & domestic Byler—only, because she's the face of Eleven + has now gotten engaged young herself, people misinterpret her own "cute headcanons" as canonical fact, leaving people who love the actual canon + who enjoy the 'style of womanhood' the Duffers write to arguing with people who misunderstand the actual characters.

Millie is a woman whose had a complicated relationship with celebrity and fame since she was a very young girl, and she has certainly made different decisions than I have (and likes different fiction than I do)—but that has nothing to do with her intelligence or ability to respond gracefully to the character she's played since 12 turning out differently than she would have imagined it if she had written El herself. If and when Byler happens, I'm sure she will meet the reality of it with respect and consideration, even if her fans (and hardcore fans of mlvn) don't lmao.

Hopefully that explains it (and doesn't get me shot for saying lmao). But thanks for the ask!

[malfromtheblue]

30 days in the mind of a yandere (1/30)

ive noticed that some people get triggered by yandere topics so please read the tags before continuing!

also, keep in mind, even if im stating these things, these are my opinions, and the standards i have set for myself. some people find it sickening and weird and thats fine. but if you do read something that you dont like it'll probably only get worse from there so dont bother reading the rest, my love.

this is gonna be a series. i might not post one day, so make sure to read what number i put on the top so you know if you missed anything or not.

(did you eat food and drink water? mm, thought not. go do that real quick <3)

can you even call it love if you don't have every detail of their entire existence memorized? no, you can't because you don't know them better than they know themselves.

can you even call it love if every time they leave you, even to go to work, you spiral into such an intense breakdown that you end up with bloodied and bruised fists from smashing the walls? no, you can't because you obviously didnt miss them enough.

can you even call it love if your heart doesn't slam against your ribcage so hard that it nearly breaks every time they look at you? no you cant, because your feelings arent strong enough.

can you even call it love if your blood doesnt set to a boiling point of 350 causing your skin to have third degree burns whenever they even look at another person with interest? no, because you clearly wouldn't care if they left you.

can you even call it love if they dont come running to you with every situation they have, even if they barely know you, because you take the time to listen to all of their problems and take mental notes? no, because you haven't earned their trust.

can you even call it love if you're not so obsessed with them, and ONLY them, that you physically throw up for nearly two hours straight when your exes call to check up on you? no, because you still love your ex.

can you even call it love if you have pictures of anyone besides your Doll is in your camera roll (accepting baby pics and family photos if you care about that)? no, because you're still thinking of other people.

~ Mal 🍵

[pinksnow]

a heem heem. abridged version of the timeline take two. sobs

literally seething over tumblr not saving an entire god damn post ok here we go again. im so mad. im not gonna be as detailed in this one bc i just spent all my spoons on the first post. cries

- gen 1 addisons created with birth of the internet

- mid gens also created (spamton is this!)

- spamton has a friend group with one first gen pink addison and 2 mid gen addisons, blue and yellow

- spamton is still shit as his job dont worry that hasnt changed

- gen1 and mid gen addisons are susceptible to getting wormed. what do i mean by this. well in this au computer worms are corrupted addisons

- their code is jank so it happens

- og blue and yellow get wormed

- spamton is very upset!

- spamton befriends our current addisons because our blue looked like his blue. ogpink tells spamton this is not the way to go about it dude

- after a year or so though he recognizes blue for blue and not an ogblue replacement

- im shipping them also because i can do whatever i want. blue was canonly closest to spamton so <3

- not much interesting happens afterwards. spamton ask ogpink for dating advice i guess. whatever

- yadda yadda phone call lol

- spamton is now becoming increasingly distant towards everyone!

- blue is upset! the others are upset at spamton for making blue upset!

- when he moves to the mansion they virtually never contact eachother again

- they TRY to set up a couple dates but spamton cant get out due to always having a meeting here, and photoshoot there, deals please sign here. its neverending!

- blue is very depressed because his boyfriend has fucking ghosted him and he sees his face everywhere

- all of them are very frustrated and upset

- in 2004 ogpink gets wormed and is now iloveyou. spamton just not having a good time man

- spamton tries putting out a position for personal assistant and does his damnest to keep it from public view and hopes blue takes it up, hes doing this in hopes blue applies so they can finally be together again lol

- blue is moping in his room 24/7 he doesnt see shit he barely eats lol

- speaking of the others have their own way to cope with this

- yellow goes around breaking his billboards and other things around the city in attempts to get his attention

- orange

- pink and his relentless anger is like. im going to beat people up. this is surely the best way to deal with my frustration. he takes the freezering and beats up werewires n virovirokuns etc in alleyways. do you see where this is going

- anyways spamton is told they picked out the best candidate for the assistant job and its NOT blue its this green bitch named Novarg

- spamton absolutely hates nova for like a month straight bc its suppose to be blue with him not this sickly looking twink

- wahtver. idk. stuff happens. they probably explore eachothers bodies. lol. anyways

- once gaster cuts our man off he has a breakdown, and before i detail this breakdown, you need to listen to me ok, ok. the second worst virus in the world is SOBIG right, do yuou see where im going with this. spamton is wormed but gaster was doing some fucky shit to keep him from imploding or smth. those puppet features are the result of the worm yes im doing that. the lines on his jaw and jointed hands. youd think people would notice that only a worm would be able to spread as fast as spamton did with himself right. no bc with spamton hes unknowingly making it so people dont realize this. they look at his jointed hands and dont process that anythings wrong with it. anyways once its all cut off he breaks down bc hes losing everything which just sets the rest of the worm code OFF and hes glitching and freaking out and novas like. well ok im still going to try and calm him down. well he gets infected, and because spamtons code is so unbelievably fucked up it just glitches itself and makes nova a completely new and different worm. which is mydoom. the current worst worm. lol. see what i did isnt that funny. biggest virus derived from the code of what was at the time the biggest. anyways

- you know damn well a swatchling saw this and was like oh shit

- by this point nova has already ran off bc hes literally gone fucking insane we;re talking about the worst virus in the world here

- they get spamtons ass though! in this au hes thrown into the acid bc hes wormed and thats dangerous and bad and they need him DEAD

- i mean he lives obviously but now hes fun sized

- word gets out spamton is dead. they dont say he was wormed thatd cause mass panic with another worm already out

- its assume nova killed spamton (they dont, KNOW, its nova but im not saying mydoom every time, ok)

- well see now our addisons are VERYYY upset

- they hated spamton but they didnt want him DEAD. now blues doing even WORSE.

- yellows trashing more shit, orange is pretending the mannequin actually is spamton theyre in very deep denial

- and pink

- well

- pink is very fucking pissed! he goes out of his way to find nova.

- this is where he first uses snowgrave

- he never wanted to use it. he told himself hed never use it. but right now in a blind rage all he can think is i want this twink OBLITERATED

- half the fight is pink getting smacked around bc he needs to build up 200tp lol!

- once he has it though, oh boy! babys first snowgrave blackout! (whiteout?)

- nova only barely escapes with his life bc hes wormed. my man got fucked up

- pink snaps out of it after the fight is over thankfully but now hes set his fate in stone lol. get fucked

- actually doesnt get really bad until years later. THIS is when it starts turning into full days spent in whiteout

- sending the city into a fucking artificial winter

- its not supposed to SNOW here

- whole city blocks and streets getting wiped out

- the extreme snow from snowgrave has leaked into other attacks theres just snow everywhere

- you can only barely make out pinks outline, those who managed to sneak away seen this outline and were like

- its not a worm, they dont use magic, let alone ice magic. its not an addison, they cant attack on their own if not wormed

- obviously its a lightner, a human

- well now that rumor is spread everywhere, like even pink himself believes it

- esuiythgyuiqw3hjebfsdjkm skip to spamton in dumpster hours to our current time we skipped ahead cool cool

- whiteout pink looking for him bc they KNOW he has the thornring which would cut tp cost in half which would be Very Nice!

- spamton fights for his life and also only barely makes it out alive bc worm

- blue also happens to be out looking for pink and finds spamton

- many a crisis incoming: your ex is alive, hes small, hes half frozen to death, he speaks in glitched adverts, and he tells you that pink tried to kill him

- now thats just too much to take in today folks!

- (gestures) they take him home they have a reunion he screams when pink walks thru the door whatver

- they dont fully believe spamton until blues out one day during a particularly bad bout and sees its pink and is like. oh shit. oh my god

- deer in headlights <3

- blue is going to fucking die if he doesnt do something and this extreme stress and life of death situation causes his little funny darkner soul to be like oh ok. ok we;re doing this

- yeah addisons can make popups and little cursors but now blue is holding a whole ass cursor harpoon

- he does not know what the fuck is going on he doesnt even know how to use this he just throws them around randomly to distract pink and make a run for it

- well spamton was right

- they do NOT tell pink they dont want to imagine how hed react to what hes done

- blue has this nice little routine now of going out 5 minutes after pink does and following him and beating him up with harpoons to keep their focus on him and not the others around

- eventually word is gonna get out that blue is fighting off the lightner and walking out of it alive. this is not good

pink: i heard this about you

blue: different blue i dont know what youre talking about goodbye

- man i dont know i dont want to write more out you get the drill im doing a timeskip

- cool so idk smthhappens spamton snaps and gets that sweet sweet neo bod and nowthe addisons r fighting this mf over his broken city on suspended railways

- well the worms are all hiding down here since its abandoned, and they like. oh holy shit? spamton?

- neo spamton is basically the full potential of what he couldve been if allowed to go fully wormed when he did

- i know this is silly let me live

- iloveyou jumps onto blues cart like hey need some help

- if you see dangerous malware thats suppose to be dead you will not react well

- idk smth happens they all fall down into the broken city so that i can have a better setup for this part LOL

- while orange yellow and pink are fighting spamton trying to get him to snap out of it blue is ready to tear iloveyou to shreds

- while fighting iloveyou infects blue in a short blind rage

- uh oh lol

- instead of acting like a normal infected addison he. well his emotions are so overwhelming it just cancels out that code

- so now you got a very angry blue addison who is slightly powered up with a heart harpoon and hearts floating around him

- see first post on blog

- MAN i dont know i want to go get something to eat im wrapping this up right now

- its fine they all end up fine out of it the worms help pink control his magic and help spamton and he can go neo willingly

- they are all wacky roommates now

- the worms instinctive drive to infect code basically shut off after living together in an abandoned city for years with no one else

- they go out with the others sometimes in a large baggy hoodie

- eventually brave enough to go alone

- idk some new gen addison kid pulls down iloveyous hood bc they saw a heart and iloveyou is about to freak out but theyre all like omg dude thats so cool is that like a new accessory

- so anyways ogpink goes out normally now and those who do recognize them are stared at by everyone like dude this is just our local heart guy

- spamton that bastard has to fucking explain himself and mend THREE relationships but its fine

here you go, ogblue nova and blue and their fun sized spamton you know exactly what this is imitating goodbye i leave the rest to your imagination

[semiotomatics]

tagged by @adrawatcher <3 merci beaucoup

apparently I'm supposed to bold the better ones, wish me luck

sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | line without a hook or mr. loverman | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelons | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | ocean or mountain | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | creative or free spirit | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword

not tagging anyone cause I'm sleepy and idk who to tag, do it if you wanna do it, I'm not the boss of you

[ppnuggie]

YOUR PREDATOR HEADCANONS ARE SO GOOD!!! I really love em sm! May I request maybe hcs of fugitive, jungle hunter, assasin and city hunter with a mate or s/o that likes to overwork themselves out of boredom? Maybe their mate usually goes on duo hunting missions with them but they start to notice they also take solo missions even if they just finished one?? they tend to forget that their human and humans need rest smh-- I am very sorry if this is too specific and you can ignore this if you want-- Make sure to rest and take your time in writing other more requests, I hope all goes well for you and overall take care of yourself!!!

(Almost forgot to mention the gender but gender neutral is a-ok to me)

　　　　　　PREDATOR x gn human reader

　　　　『　fugitive ,, jungle hunter ,, AP ,, city hunter ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> predators w/ a gn human s/o who overworks themselves out of boredom

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, comfort ,, slight tw for bad health behaviors

　　— ahhh tysm !! 🥹🤲❤️ im so glad you like my writing 😭😭🤲 ill do your request np ! <33 tysm for requesting too btw !! so far its all been okay ,, been more sleepy then usual but thats bc of school 🙄🙄 tho i was half asleep on the bus tryna write this so there might be some spelling errors 😭

fugitive ::

• he worries over you often when you do this ,, as there are many dangers out in the universe and you’re so fragile 😭❤️

• he at least insists that you let him tag along ,, just to make sure he can at least protect you from something that might happen

• he makes sure you at least rest too ,, he knows the capabilities and limits of humans’ bodies ,, especially if its you

• he does nag a bit but other then that hes just worried over your safety <33

jungle hunter ::

• the moment he sees you taking hunts ,, hes puffing his chest in pride at how strong his mate is ,, look how awesome they are !

• but when he learns of the fact that youre taking them more often then you should without regarding your health ,, he thinks to himself about the situation

• the moment you get back from a hunt ,, hes standing there with his arms crossed and a huff ready to be puffed out his mouth

• hes equivalent to a mom scolding her kids ,, except hes scolding you for disregarding your needs before he decides to spend more time for the rest of the day with you

ap ::

• he wont notice ,, hes busy as ever and doesnt have much time to bother wasting ,, so he wouldnt be aware of your habit

• until hes free for once that is ,, looking all over the place for you and getting grumpy about the fact he cant find you

• he definitely wouldnt admit it ,, but he did think you were stolen from other yautjas or another alien species out there

• not until he notices you coming back from a ship with other yautja who go on hunts does he catch wind of whats been happening

• like jungle hunter ,, hes gonna be there to complain and fuss about it ,, not so much as a ‘i was worried’ sort of way but more of a ‘you dare leave me to myself without notifying me of where you go?’ sort of way

city hunter ::

• hes like jungle hunter at first ,, proud of you but he’s definitely gonna make fun of you and discourage you from hunts

• saying youre too weak and puny and fragile to take on hunts ,, that you should leave those to actual yautja and not to your little human self

• he finally shuts up about it when you come back from back to back hunts ,, tapping his foot as he watches you make your way towards him

• hes definitely a karen about it ,, leaving him for multiple hunts for too long without even a kiss or hug or goodbye or at least mentioning how strong he is 😤😤

• hes gonna give you the silent treatment before he decides youve been punished enough and immediately asks for affection in the worst way possible 💀

• aka this mf grabs you and drags you to your room to just lay in bed and cuddle ,, and maybe eat all your snacks whilst hes at it yknow

[mc-park]

xiao fanfic idea (based on the 2.7 chasm quest)

REQUESTING FOR ANY BORED GENSHIN WRITERS TO WRITE THIS!!!

hello i dont have any energy to rewrite all my fanfiction ideas for this quest bc i made this long ass post abt it in detail but it didnt save and now i feel so hollow and numb. im going through every stage of grief right now, currently at stage 4, depressed.

all i ask is for xiao chasm content. please. i beg. SOMEONE, LITERALLY ANYONE PLEASE MAKE XIAO FOUND FAMILY CONTENT

and then put him through an indescribable amount of pain and turmoil as he fails to accept his yaksha friends are dead and faces the slow realization he has no family, other than zhongli, left.

please help me relieve some of this pain by reblogging or tagging your favorite writers in the comments and writing down your xiao x reader chasm ideas (also in the comments) for their inspiration ...ill join too once im done crying over all of my work disappearing

for now i'll just share a few of my daydreams at its most basic level and hope to god somewhere in the world a genshin writer will take this idea and bring it to life

(2.7 spoilers utc)

yaksha found family + reader witnessing all of it, being an outsider as another weaker yaksha.

where you, unaware of the suffering and pain that comes with the responsibility of being one of the five yakshas, hope to get an ounce of understanding for them like they do with one another, hoping to be part of what seems like a "family."

yearning to gain even a bit of that familial warmth, you glance over to observe them on the sidelines and smile at the sounds of their contagious laughter directed at xiao's now fully-painted face.

as years pass by, you watch in horror as each yaksha slowly succumbs to the darkness of their karma one by one, never returning to that bright family dynamic they forgot about.

finally, when xiao, the youngest of all of them, the only one remaining, tries to recover from the loss of valiant warriors he considered his siblings, you console him, experiencing a pain similar to his. both of you support one another awaiting the day you can reunite with the rest of the yakshas again.

this can really extend as much as it wants to starting off w wholesome shenanigans and then angst to possible hurt comfort or just you and xiao wailing in pain together. i love a good slow burn so thats my personal request, like each paragraph written above can be extended to a whole post and split up into a whole series, but really its up to whoever wants to take up my challenge to make it however they want.

xiao and reader dynamic:

in this case i feel like xiao bonds with reader where they feel this mutual emptiness but in different kinds of ways.

you feel alone in the world, you feel excluded from the rest of the yakshas, you long for something you don't have and haven't had in a long time, for that bond that effortlessly ties the five yakshas together. despite being surrounded by so many people you constantly feel like not one of them understands.

you want to be with anyone as long as it's someone. but you have no one. there are so many thoughts, feelings and emotions but there's no one to share them with no one who cares enough to listen. you wish for what the yaksha's have, the family they built on their mutual suffering and joys, where they all understand each others pain because they all share the same experiences.

you feel like no matter how kind or nice or strong and heroic you are or can train to be nobody thinks to call or ask anything of you, its this numbing feeling that prods in your chest at the loneliest and quietest of days, it's not like they're outwardly avoiding you, quite the opposite. they tell you to join, but however close you are to them you still feel distant, and when you part for your more meagre duties compared to their wider scale dangerous tasks, the rift between you and the family increases.

you don't feel upset, nor do you feel hurt, if anything you feel acceptance. it's normal. at times you feel gratitude; a warm feeling bubbling inside whenever they come to talk to you. happiness; whenever you see their doting towards one another, their dumb pranks and stupid jokes.

as an outsider, a weaker yaksha, you watch the adepti you've looked up to for so long from a distance and internally relish in the joy of their shared happiness.

whereas xiao is longing for something he's had before but can't do anything to get back, its this feeling of hopelessness and this agonizing need to go back to how things were, how he was before. he's distraught with the frustration and regret of not being able to get back what was lost and never being able to experience anything similar to it again. its sporadic. sudden. when the yaksha's slowly disappear, after years of investing in them from afar you end up feeling this way too, this same hole in your chest, this unshakable itch at the back of your mind that won't go away. the bond that you hoped to join, the joy you've observed for so long and the happiness you secretly chewed off of no longer exists.

now that you and xiao are the last yaksha left, perhaps you can form a new bond over your losses together.

THIS IS JUST FOR INSPO ON HOW TO WRITE THEM BTW!! do it literally however u want i just thought this would be really cool and emotional to write cuz like theres readers loneliness built up over the years and then theres xiaos mourning and that sudden period of grief and then the awkward sort of mutual sadness they feel in the end

family dynamic inspo:

xiao being the temperamental, more self centered youngest and bosacius acting as the more protective self-sacrificing eldest brother. followed by indarius (pyro yaksha) the second oldest almost mom-like, bubbly and loud friend, the walmart zhongli as the mediator, calm middle child and bonanus (hydro yaksha) as the second youngest, possessing a more timid, polite and shy aura.

a sample of how he may feel:

and when xiao is left alone, he tries to remember all his happiest memories with each of his friends. he longs for them, he longs for the past so much that it hurts. he wants to be his old self, to get rid of this aching loneliness but as each happy memory flashes by, he spirals into a deeper pit of sadness and activates this haunting feeling in his heart that feels like something is missing. recounting the memories of his loved ones, he swears that this will never happen to anyone close to him again. even at the cost of his own life. in the midst of his vulnerability, he unknowingly engrains that very same savior complex his leader, no, his brother bosacius once had.

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im sorry if there are grammar mistakes and stuff i rushed this really short idea bc i was busy trying to remember what i wrote before tumblr decided to reload and DELETE all of my work just bc it was in a silly goofy mood

ANYWAY SOMEONE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAKE A FIC ABT THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WANT SOME OF THAT JUICY JUICY JUICY DELICIOUS LORE

STARVED XIAO LOVERS UNITE! PLEASE TAG ALL OF THE GENSHIN WRITERS YOU LOVE AND BOUNCE OFF OTHER IDEAS, NOT JUST THIS ONE, IN THE COMMENTS!!

or reblog if you want to see someone make this themselves.

[hella1975]

I'm writing this ask as I read the new update so here, we go.

Initial reaction to the first two paragraphs: Absolutely immaculate. Perfection. Incredible. All the praise. I read the first paragraph and immediately had to take a moment to fully process what it was I'm about to read because I forgot how YOU write. Like 'Oh yeah this is HELLA.' (I've probably read hundreds of books in my life and you're the best author I've ever read). It's like I've been fueling my hunger with the fanfiction equivalent of empty calories since your last update, and I feel like a starved child sitting down at a feast and immediately I had to take a moment to take it all in.

I'm where Bato is in the tent with the book and Hella, let me tell you. I've already been struggling with my sexuality recently and if this makes me even more confused, I swear I'm gonna-

"He could point to these sentences and say look, here, that's where I fit." - That's going to be the part I maim you over. I'm barely into this update and already you're doing this crap. Mind you I'm ace, so I decided I'm projecting onto Kanut.

"Maybe there are types of love you can't access." AAAHH. The way you talked about this is so perfect, I can't with you.

I love Sokka and Zuko and the way you write them. It's so incredible.

Bato you menace

It's good to know that Bato ships Tomnook.

I don't usually like Bato. Not in the show, not in the other fics, but I absolutely love him in taob.

Tomnook you menaces

"If a flower was enough to rob a man of his strength, then perhaps he wasn't so strong to begin with." Love that, 10/10, using that on my sexist relatives one day.

WERE GETTING SOME KANUT AND ZUKO SCENES THIS IS NOT A DRILL- I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL (I love those two so much)

It was shortlived, nvm

ITS HAPPENING AGAIN AND APPAS THERE TOO

AAHAHAHAHH THATS TOO PERFECT HELLLA I HATE YOU SM WHY DO YOU DO THIS WHAT THE FFFFFF

"Needed to vent, you're a fantastic listener." Kanut you king

Hella that was absolutely beautiful. You deserve all the kudos all the fame jk rowlings career all of it. Sexuality is such a touchy subject and you handled it completely perfectly. I can't put into words how perfect that last scene was, I love that old healer.

You are genuinely the best writer I have ever seen and you are incredible at writing everything everyone else does a crap job at and I admire you so much and I aspire to write something this incredible.

I dont like commenting on ao3 so I just decided to leave this in your ask box thing :)

❤❤❤

Also, this is the same anon who has a list of their favorite things about you (lists are kind of my thing) and I have something I would like to add onto the list. I'm just going to tag this onto this specific ask because why not. It's also completely unrelated to the rest of this ask.

That is the way you tag things. You're the funniest person I follow and you show that in the way you tag things on here. I think I mentioned you're general chaoticness before, but thats unrelated to how hilarious you are. I can't even put it into words, like why the things you say in tags always make me laugh but they do and yeah.

list anon im literally slow dancing with u we're two slow dancers last ones out im twirling u in my arms i cant do this rn. parts of this ask that knocked me out:

'I've probably read hundreds of books in my life and you're the best author I've ever read' YOU CANNOT JUST SAY THIS TO ME AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT

'I love Sokka and Zuko and the way you write them. It's so incredible' okay ive said briefly in the past that im SUPER anxious about every aspect of taob zukka like im hyperaware of it every scene i write of them just bc i feel people have waited so long for it that it's now my job to execute it Perfectly or people will be let down, so every time i get even the smallest compliment about taob zukka i get soooo giddy

'Sexuality is such a touchy subject and you handled it completely perfectly' i cannot stress enough how nervous i was for this chapter like i wanted to do it justice so fucking badly so this is just very <333 yeah

'You are genuinely the best writer I have ever seen and you are incredible at writing everything everyone else does a crap job at and I admire you so much and I aspire to write something this incredible' BARK BARK GROWL HISS BARK GRRRRRRRR

'You're the funniest person I follow' TO THINK THAT WE COULD STAY THE SAME BUT WE'RE TWO SLOW DANCERS LAST ONES OUT-

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE TROPE OF WHUMPEE OFFERING THE USE OF THEIR BODY TO CARETAKER THATS SO 🤤 CAN I GET MORE OF THAT?! NO LIMITS BRO IM READY TO READ THIS

(Tags/TW: NSFWHUMP, Explicit, Graphic dubcon/noncon, Somnophilia/Sleep play, Ref/Implied Dehumanization, Strong Language, Genderless Vampire Whumpee, Bad/Grey Human Caretaker, Referenced S*xual Slavery, NSFW, 18+, Semi-Fluffy ending. )

Whumpee laid quietly on the edge of the bed that they'd been welcomed to, basking in the warm afterglow of a fresh meal. Belly full, system rushing with rich, nourishing blood.

Caretaker had been kind enough to let them feed, trying to teach Whumpee it was natural again. He encouraged the pet to do whatever they pleased, how it felt natural. Starting at the wrist, it gradually made it to the neck and now, it was almost second nature.

It was nice to lay on him, be held so tightly and fawned over while they drank. Caretaker always whispered such sweet things in their ear, pet through their hair.

They watched Caretaker toss and turn on the opposite side of the bed, his body turning towards them with an open shift. The sheet had all but fallen away and the silky fabric of his pants couldn't hide the arousal that had built.

Whumpee felt bad, however. For always leaving Caretaker so drained and tired, even if they knew their bite was pleasurable to him. To all humans. He took it well though, he never made a sound, never flinched after his initial brace.

They'd felt it, the uncontrollable physical response their bite had on him. As they'd been sitting on his lap, it had started and Caretaker had repositioned them so smoothly they hadn't easily noticed. Not like how painfully obvious it was now.

He always tried to make them comfortable, make them feel good; with blood and comfort and praise. Caretaker did everything he could to make sure their life was a good one. He'd never hurt them, never forced them to do anything they didn't want to do.

And Whumpee didn't do anything back. They didn't work, they didn't provide anything to Caretaker. They just took and sometimes the guilt ate at them. They wanted to make Caretaker feel good.

A gentle hand reached out with timid touch and brushed along the length concealed on Caretakers body. As soon as contact was made, he anxiously rolled onto his back and Whumpee heard a small breath part his lips.

They remembered it, their Masters seldom praise.

'You're so tight, a perfect cock sleeve for your Master.'

Caretaker was always so kind. Never made them uncomfortable, never touched them in a way that was invasive or lustful. He bought them separate blankets and slept fully dressed in their California king. He never, ever gave Whumpee the feeling they were made for sex even if they had been for so long.

But it wasn't fair, if they were a real pet. It gave them an odd feeling, a strange, misguided sensation of need. They wanted to give pleasure to Caretaker, just like he did with all of his nurturing kindness.

Whumpee pushed back their own blankets and carefully slid down Caretakers too, head shooting up to look when he gave another sigh. He wouldn't be mad, would he? He never was, about anything it seemed. Even if he was, maybe he'd take it out on them and get his release as payment. That's exactly what they hoped for.

They grabbed the sides of Caretakers pants and the loose boxers underneath, giving a smooth glide to bring them down. It was surprising, the way his erection sprung to life and stood at full attention.

The length wasn't menacing and the girth seemed just right to incite another's pleasure. If they had to guess, Caretaker was gentle when he sought release. Reserved, caring. Just like the rest of his persona.

Whumpee's nipples hardened from programmed response and mouth watered with fantasy. He'd probably pet their head while they blowed him, bring them up for reassuring kisses and shower them in praise.

When they inched closer and hovered over Caretaker's body, he bent a knee and an arm covered over his eyes. Whatever was going on in his mind, was flustering him and now it was about to be backed up with real sensation.

Whumpee lowered their head and a tongue slithered out to tentatively lick across Caretakers tip, swirling and causing a shiver to run it's course through his body. They wanted to go for it, to just take him in one seating but they knew he'd surely be angry if they hurt themselves.

Lips sank lower and they heard a soft moan slip from his voice; arm that had been covering his eyes flailing out and landing on Whumpee's back with a limp rest. He registered it was them though, even in his deepest of sleep, fingers lazily rubbing along their shoulders. Just how he did whenever they'd cuddle too close in their rest.

He even tasted good, Whumpee thought when a bead of precum hit their tongue. They'd have to be careful when they got on top of him, he was aware of them already. As soon as they showed him how good they could feel, maybe he'd actually take to using them properly.

They owed caretaker so much by now and it would only feel right if they could give him something, anything back. Help make them useful again.

Once Caretakers length was properly coated with enough lubrication to make it inside them, then came the hard part. Managing to straddle him without waking him up just yet. He wouldn't reject them, once he was that far into it, would he?

Whumpee was leaking at this point, slick meeting their skin from their sex and brows pinching in earnest. Just the thought, that Caretaker might actually fuck them, if he got a taste of what they could do.

When they couldn't take it anymore, they pulled their own clothing off and gave a small pause to ensure he was still resting. A careful rise and they waited again once both legs were on the sides of Caretakers hips.

He moved again, reaching out into the bed this time in a conscious check for the other being; fingers rustling into the sheets. His breath was slowing again and eyelids lost some of their tension.

They grabbed onto the length between their thighs and pressed him to their opening, watching as his expression pinched again and breath hitched in his lungs. A bit more pressure and a smooth glide had Whumpee taking half of him in the first push. This time it was their moan that they had to muffle with their fingers to their mouth.

Lashes fluttered and Whumpee knew Caretaker was on the thinned border of sleep, now that their weight was pressing down on him. They just needed a little more though, it was okay as long as he was deep inside them before he fully gained consciousness.

Their knees lowered and Whumpee finally sat flush with his hips, watching Caretaker's lips part with a pleasured groan. Lids just barely cracked open and as soon as they did, they widened to their fullest surprise.

"W-Whumpee-!" Caretaker exclaimed, hands finding hips in tension and gripping with the future intent to push or pull them off. "W-What are you-nnhhg-!?"

"A-ah.. You w-were so hard after I bit you..." Whumpee whispered, lowering to support themselves on Caretakers shoulders. They started to grind their hips, pushing him deep and forcing him up against their sweet spots. "I'll make you feel good, I promise.. Caretaker please.."

Caretaker was torn, mind unable to process what the 'correct' thing to do at the moment. He knew he should stop them but the way they whined out their plea, said his name, he felt cruel if he did. He was selfish, too, with how good it felt and how much his length was twitching with every slow swivel of heir hips.

"Please.." Whumpee begged, "Please touch me Caretaker.. Please.."

He really would be cruel if he turned them down now, their eyes dewy with pleasure haze and locked onto him. They were too sweet to resist, so he'd made up his mind to turn it into something as positive as possible. Even if it meant they'd end up doing this more often.

Warm, smooth hands trailed up Whumpee's sides and one abandoned plight to cup their cheek. His own expression pinched when they lifted off of him and slammed back down in a riding thrust.

"That feels so good Whumpee.. Does it feel good for you?"

They nodded, face turning into the hand that had rested on their skin to place a gentle kiss. They muffled a soft moan against Caretakers palm when warm fingers padded over a pert nipple, body tightening around the length inside them.

"Take what you need sweetheart... I want you to use me. Make yourself feel good." Caretaker insisted, both hands now actively fluttering over their chest to aide in giving that pleasure.

They'd said that so many different times but never before had they heard someone say they wanted Whumpee to use them. It flipped a switch, deep inside them and they obeyed that command; starting to ride Caretaker in such a way that he constantly rubbed against their sweet spot.

"Mmmf.. Oh so-gh-ood.. Kiss? Do you w-want to kiss, too?" He asked, biting back a loud groan and staring at their pleasure twisted features.

Really? Caretaker wanted to kiss them? On the lips, like lovers did in movies? Whumpee wasn't going to lose the chance, nodding furiously and doing their best to keep up their humping pace.

It started light, slow but Caretaker gradually deepened it, advancing and giving the other the time to adjust to the change. It took a moment to coax a tongue out of them and into the sloppy growing kiss.

Whumpee couldn't help but bask in the tingles and zaps that continued through their body. They were right, Caretaker was so gentle and considerate, Whumpee felt bad for the possibility they were taking advantage of that. A pang in their chest that felt guilty and disobedient, selfishly wanting to be used to ease their guilt about existing.

Their eyes clouded behind closed lids and tears streaked down their cheeks as they kissed him back so adamantly. Caretakers hands coming to cup their cheeks and pull them away as soon as he'd noticed. He rested his forehead against theirs and caught their eyes, pupils blown with affection and pleasure all the same.

"M sorry..." Whumpee whimpered, feeling Caretaker gently grab onto their hips to slow them and bring their grinding to a halt. The sparks dying inside them only brought attention to the emotions that were taking over.

Even after they'd gotten what they'd wanted, it didn't feel right to do it without Caretakers knowledge and permission. They deserved a hell of a punishment right now and if it had been any of their old Master's they'd tried this with; they would be lucky to see another sunrise.

"It's okay love, it's okay.." Caretaker insisted, wiping their weepy eyes with the same undying tenderness. "I'm not mad, you're not in trouble baby.." Things Caretaker repeated daily, whenever he saw that look of turbulence cross their features, the worry of what would come of them.

"I-I should h-have asked..." They stuttered in fear that bubbled up in violent flashes to the past. Their body turned rigid and it was a steeled resolve that kept Caretaker from physically expressing just how good it felt. He was far too concerned with their mental state to pay much mind to where they were connected.

"It's alright, I know you'll ask in the future." Caretaker insisted, trying to remind them that mistakes could happen without such vile consequences. Pain and cruelty was never a good teacher and Caretaker had a small idea from them what they'd endured prior. "We can still stop."

"I-I just want t-to be good for you.." They sniffled, clearly in the throes of trying to pull themselves together as quickly as they could. As not to kill whatever mood they'd established and not realizing it was already dead. "I just want to pay Caretaker back... Make Caretaker feel as good as he makes Whumpee feel."

They broke into more sobs when he separated them and they were left feeling empty and cold. Caretaker covered himself back up and covered up Whumpee too, pulling their bundled form close and cradling their body against him. When they tried to recoil, he was persistent and took their hands in his to pull to his skin. He wasn't mad, he wasn't trying to punish them, he didn't mind if they still touched him.

Whumpee gripped onto him and clung to a heated chest, their bare form parting their blankets and pressing flush to his. There was more comfort than he'd ever know in that warmth. The fact he still let them so close after what they had done.

"Whumpee does make me feel good.." Caretaker whispered, fingers sweeping up and down their back as they trembled to quiet their sobs. "When I come home and you're smiling, waiting at the door for a hug. It feels good. When I've had a hard day and want to cry and Whumpee cuddles with me.. It feels good."

Each little reminder of their worth, was spoken in such a loving voice. Caretaker opening their eyes to different instances that they had given back without ever realizing it.

"Whumpee's body feels good too... But it's not the only thing that makes me feel good. You've made me feel good and happy, every single day, without using your body." Caretaker insisted, pushing the long strands of hair from their eyes and watching shivering lips purse and pause in thought.

"That isn't the only value you have, Whumpee. I don't need to touch you like that to know you're thankful. That's why I provide for us willingly, I know in my heart that you're grateful and that's payment enough."

It was hard to process to them. Just what he was saying. Not the words, they understood but the meaning, was so foreign it might as well have been an old tome.

"Can I still sleep with Caretaker..?" They asked in genuine concern, wondering if they'd made him uncomfortable enough to kick them out of the bed, or worse, the room or house.

He found their hand and laced it gently with his own, bringing it up to kiss the backs of their knuckles. "Of course. This is your bed too."

Whumpee rested a cool cheek against his extended bicep and watched each tender peck that was placed to their still tremoring digits. Every time he looked at them, there was such genuine love behind sleepy, contented eyes. Even after they'd riled him up and left him worse off than he'd started.

Caretaker was so vastly different than the people that owned them prior. The ones that took what they wanted with little concern to how they were feeling on the inside or out. They wanted to continue, wished they hadn't started crying and ended up making Caretaker stop. It already left tingling static on their skin now, whenever he touched them, a hyper awareness forming around his warmth.

"Let's try to sleep... okay?" Caretaker whispered, grip getting looser on their hand and features relaxing as his psyche eagerly called him back towards rest.

Whumpee made up their mind as they watched thick lashes close and sleep claim the human beside them once again. Even as his heart slowed and breathing leveled, they could still smell the change in his scent. He was still aroused, the way his blood pumped and posture bowed away from them with his hips.

They'd just have to try again and see if they could ever convince Caretaker to use them properly. Now it was a personal need, after they'd felt the touch and how perfectly he filled them; like he'd been made to be inside them all along.

Somehow, they would get what they wanted.

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I hope this was okay! I was about to let them finish but then I really wasn't sure if I wanted to commit to full whumpee x caretaker smut. LOL So I tried to tie in a little bit of caretaker not being a total piece of shit and like stopping when they started to get emotionally upset. This honestly made me feel a couple types of ways so I'm going to do everyone a favor and mark it as bad/grey caretaker, even though it was fluffy.

Also going to tag it with the somnophilia tag and or non-con due to the fact Caretaker was asleep when Whumpee was engaging with them.

[heliianth]

(i'm that anon) DON'T feel bad i think it's interesting talk all you wish. i never finished that trilogy so it's the same thing as a video essay about media i've never consumed

LOL noo i didnt think u did it on purpose i just have a guilt complex or w/e but im taking this as an invitation to air my grievances outside of tags SO.

I Just Don't Understand The Decision to align the end with the books. i've never Read the books but i Do Know that they are extremely different (because i've heard abt whats up and i'm just not super interested so ive never checked em out) and HTTYD1, while awesome, is not a faithful adaptation in any sense of the word. and KEEP IN MIND. from what IVE HEARD. the relationship between humans and dragons in the books is more fraught and unfair than the one in the movies. like ive heard stuff about slavery and pets. but the movie makes it almost a Point to say that the dragon riders treat their dragons equally and every place in which the two coexist do this as well. theres a reason why Hiccup calls Toothless His Best Friend. in the books it makes sense to separate the two groups, because there was genuine harm being done no matter what happened and separation was the best solution, but in the movie-verse the relationship being fought for was mutually beneficial and also had real, tangible support behind it that was having payoffs. idk if there was like a deal with Cressida Cowell for the end of the franchise but it did not work with the context set up by the other two movies. ur telling me all these dragons who bonded irreplacably with their riders, their best friends, wouldnt say "hey, fuck you, i'm staying"? they ALL went to this secret hidden cave after facing a bad guy that doesnt even seem that intimidating after u watch RTTE? like that love wasnt strong enough to defy everything? <- U KNOW. THE POINT OF THE SERIES.

speaking of which, HTTYD is like almost obnoxiously in your face about its theme of disability. the first movie is about a someone who can't do things everyone else can (kill dragons) who befriends someone else who also can't do things everyone (other dragon) else can (fly), then they help each other and make themselves and the world better for it. Hiccup makes Toothless a mobility aid and Hiccup literally becomes an amputee at the end of the movie and its framed as a moment of connection and understanding between the two rather than a tragedy. in the second movie, the villain is literally someone looking to enslave all dragons using the big mind-controlly dragon (i have some issue with the whole "the alpha protects them all" theme of HTTYD2. i get what they were going for but i don't think it was executed super well. the rest of the material introduced is super solid despite that tho imo) he abused since birth and Toothless broke out of it because of the depth of his attachment and then proceeded to beat the big dragon's ass to protect Hiccup. the entire theme being set up here is about strength in compassion, acceptance, and togetherness. these stories about outcasts proving themselves inherently worthy of love due to their difference and connection and not in spite of it Are The Type Of Stories most marginalized communities latch onto for obvious reasons. u see it literally everywhere—thats why the queer community calls some movies "queer movies" even though there might not be any characters that are actually queer. this type of setup is actually almost like a gateway for authors to address these subjects when it might otherwise be censored because it's so fucking prevalent and recognizable.

and i dont know if the directors or w/e Knew This and i don't want to accuse anyone of anything because they were clearly very, very passionate but introducing a Girl Character (I UNDERSTAND THAT the light fury is a different species and this is why she looks so different than Toothless but imo... she still falls into the "softer pink small female design" trope because they could've chosen to Not Make light furies look like that, especially bc every female dragon and even human design has been pretty good beforehand, so what changed?) with which Toothless falls in love with Immediately and is on screen for a total of EIGHT MINUTES who causes him to leave Hiccup forever without much thought is like the One Thing u dont do when u have themes like this. the movie tries to frame Hiccup's care for Toothless as clingyness but like... ur kidding me. HUH? THIS WAS NEVER A PROBLEM. Hiccup and Toothless being inseparable was Always framed as a strength that helped themselves and the people around them. thats why i sometimes talk abt HTTYD3 "hetero-ifying" the series. it tries really hard to deliver a "mature" message about ~*: . ~ letting go what you love ~*: . ~ but this was completely unnecessary if you think about it for more than two seconds in context with the 2 other movies and EIGHT SEASONS of tv shows its placed in. there was NO REASON for the dragons to go to the hidden world. Grimmel was no more of a threat thematically than Drago or Viggo. he had badass powerful dragons on his side but his motivation was the same Narratively. what made him Win this time? it just makes the entire thing feel like a cheap grab at tears and toy figurines in order to seem more adult than the other two despite its incoherency—Hiccup says the dragons will stay away until the humans can learn enough to deserve them, but they won't learn if they're separate from each other! This Is Like ABYSMAL post-hoc justification for the decision to have the dragons leave. and then the very end of the movie has Hiccup finding Toothless again (who FORGOT HIM? thats almost offensive) anyways, because who cares, whatever. anything for the audience to cry.

i dunno. i feel like despite the amount of care n passion put into HTTYD3, it's really.... not in the same spirit of the other two. all of the movie-verse media contradicts its message and themes, and it barely addresses this in a way i think is acceptable for the level of care n passion that was put in. there must've been thought and consideration here, all of the people working on it must've loved what they were making, so that's why i dont Get why HTTYD3 is the way it is. it's existence leaves the Entire Franchise feeling really hollow—without it the franchise is a statement about the power of love and belief in a better world, it features characters struggling to help themselves and their friends live in happiness no matter what challenges they face. with it, it says that these things are childish and something to let go. that the determination to make things better for yourselves and the people you love in spite of all the horrible people telling you otherwise is immature and needs to be grown out of. thats so fucking awful, dude, and thats why i don't really get how people who love the themes of the other media in the series can like the third movie.

anyway. LMFAO. this will probably be the end of me complaining abt this movie bc i addressed basically all my issues and id feel annoying repeating stuff in other posts. love u nonnie ur very funny.

[dismantling-capitalism]

hello so i saw a post about mcyt as teachers (mostly about techno as an english teacher but i digress) and now my brain is producing dopamine so here we go!

- starting off strong with technoblade! one entire english teacher right there. I feel like he’d be pretty chill about like deadlines and shit, and he gives his students a lot of free time (excluding like lectures and stuff), because he doesnt want to talk for that long, hes got potatoes to farm! the local cryptid along with bbh. “what did you do over the weekend, mr blade?” “i killed james charles. the project is due on friday-ish”  he had a project about the art of war, and he gave bonus points if you used aow quotes in other assignments. i think theyd all still be yters bc fuck you thats why he and dream have a friendly rivalry

- next up: skeppy! gym teacher. he has a shit ton of crazy-weird challenges, and hes one of the teachers who gives away like. gift cards and stuff. holds the BIGGEST school wide competitions, but is also really supportive! even if you lose, he still congratulates you the same and stuff. often ropes bbh into his games, and those are some of the best classes. (bbh sometimes beats skeppy at his own game, and he is still >:( ) skeppy is FAMOUS for his obstacle courses 

- dreams next ok so hear me out: a creative-writing course. (hes said hes written stuff before shut up shut up /j) his teaching style is WILDLY different than techno, which is strange because they are in the same area of education. he finds the FASTEST way to teach you EVERYTHING and he does it well. 

- badboyhalo!!! im kind of torn between maybe like a guidance counselor? or home ec or gym teacher alongside skeppy. either way everybody there would die for him. makes a lot of homemade food (muffins) hes also a cryptid you may fight me on this :) skeppy hands him a throwing knife, he HURLS the damn thing across the room and hits a bullseye. the students go feral. 

- wilbur soot ahaha! music teacher. music teacher. mUSIC TEACHER. hes simultaneously really nice but also a Bitch. he confisticates your instrument for the rest of the class if you start playing his songs. he has a squirt bottle full of water and if you play something deliberately wrong (looking at you, first period orchestra jesus christ you know thats not how you play a violin) he’ll take it away, put it away all nice and carefully, making sure its all good and correct, and then mercilessly squirt you. hes v soft with kids but is a dirty crime boi with the other teachers. 

- ok ok uhhh george is next. i kinda want to say coding, like computer science? he does code all the manhunts im ju s t  s a y  i n g. anyhoo, hes nice enough. everyone thinks he and dream are a thing. I honestly dont know what to say uhhhhhhhhhh

ill prolly add more, and ill add scenarios too because those are bouncing around my head like a ping pong ball so hh maybe ill make a specific tag for it? yeah prolly

[iaminlovewithtrr]

Christmas with a stranger

This is my submission for 'gift of cheer' by @cordonianroyalty and @texaskitten30. This is the fluff one shot requested by @anjanettaexcordonia.

Characters belong to pixelberry

Pairings:LiamxRiley

A/N: this is the first fic I have ever written, so i apologize for any mistakes. Criticism is openly accepted, negative or otherwise. Feel free to say anything!

Tags: @texaskitten30 @cordonianroyalty

@kat-tia801 @eadanga @xxrainbow-princessxx @knightthunderis @kingliam2019 @anjanettexcordonia @stuti-singh @queenrileyrose @bbrandy2002 @twinkleallnight @bebepac @ladyrileyrussel @hopelessromanticsposts @dcbbw

Summary: Two strangers spend Christmas day with which each other, which changes the rest of their lives.....

Song inspiration: All I want for Christmas is you

Word count:2683

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

Don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day

I just want you for my own

It was the morning of Christmas, and Riley was overly excited. She always waited for this time of the year, especially Christmas. Nothing is more enjoyable than sipping cider in the presence of her beloved and enjoying the Christmas meal, she always thoughts. Orphaned at 4 ,she didn't had a blood family to celebrate with , but was blessed with a great deal of foster family and friends. Every year, during Christmas, as a sort of tribute, she spends the entire day celebrating with the children of her previous foster care. Watching those kids playing merrily reminded her of her own good days in the past.

She quickly ate her breakfast and made her way out of her NY apartment, whistling and softly humming to the tune of All I want for Christmas is you, her favorite song.

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

Baby....

She was so engrossed in her little singing gig that she barely registered the stranger coming towards her, and crashed right into his broad chest, spilling her reticule's content on the sidewalk.

"Oof"she yelped, rubbing her forhead.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me help with those! " the stranger apologized.

Riley and the stranger kneeled down at the same moment to collect her scattered belonging, and for the first time the two glanced into each others eyes. Ocean blue eyes locking onto dark ones. Damn... Those eyes.. Riley swallowed.

"Ahem" she softy cleared her thought, quickly collected her belongings, and stood up.

"Sorry for that. Should've watched my steps. " then she quickly disappeared into the crowd, not noticing the stranger eyes on her from behind.

Riley finally arrived at the foster care. Loving hearts. A bit strange name, but filling her chest with warmth nonetheless. She rummaged through her reticule for her Digital key card, but it was not there.

"Uh...?"she muttered. "Where the hell is my keycard? "

After a few moment of searching she gave up. "Im not going to get in there without my key card...."

"Excuse me Miss.... But I belive this is yours. " a voice behind her startled her.

Riley turned around and found herself staring at the pair of those same dark eyes she encountered earlier. I'd recognise those eyes anywhere, even though I had stared at his eyes for less than 5 seconds. The (cute) guy i bumped with!

"Ahem" the stranger let out a exaggerated cough and riley realised that she has been staring at his face for a solid 10 seconds.

"Right.. Ahem... Sorry... I mean... Thank you for returning this. You totally saved my ass--, i mean my...my...job". Way to make a fool of yourself Riley.

The stranger laughed quitly. "Well then I am glad I could save your job. But I should get going."

Just as he turned, a little voice in the back of her head called out to her, and instinctively she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Er... Sir... I know this is extremly forward of me... But if you would be kind enough to spend the day with volunteering at the orphanage I work at? We are kinda short-staffed tonight, and there aren't much volunteers. Those children at the orphanage will be quite happy to see a new face. You could spend the with them. And me. If you are free, that is?

Crap. Crap. Crap. This i really asked a random hot stranger to volunteer?! Snap the hell out of it Riley!

Plz say yes. Plz say yes. The little voice inside her screamed.

To her surprise, he gave her a smile. "Id be happy to. I don't have any special plans for today. Btw. "

He smiled, and stuck out her hand to shake hers.

"Liam Rys"

"Riley Brooks". She said she she shook his hand. A familiar electric tinge sparked through her veins as she held his hand. His hand impossibly smooth underneath her. Woah! Are guys even supposed to have this soft hands? I wonder what kind of moisturiser he uses....

"Miss Brooks --"

"Call me Riley. "

"Well ahem, Riley.. it is rather cold outside. What say we make it inside? "

"Oh right."

She quickly swiped her keycard and stepped inside, sighing contentedly as the warm air from the heaters enveloped her. She melted a little inside as she felt Liam's warm body alongside her. Brushing this aside, she focused her attention on the scenario in front of her. Numerous gift boxes piled beneath the Christmas tree... Children merrily running and there... Volunteers mingling with each other and the children... The aroma of the food... And the Christmas songs softly playing in the background. A wide smile played on her lips.

While Riley was busy observing the surroundings, Liam found his sight stuck on the beautiful women he had known for not more than 15 minutes. She was beautiful, in a way that the noble ladies back at home in Cordonia arn't. And seeing her here in here element, smiling widely without giving a damn about public decorum or whatsoever, he found himself attracted to her. And without a second thought, he agreed to volunteer. We'll see how the day goes...

Liam cleared his throat, claiming her attention. "So what needs to be done? "

"As you can see this is a orphanage, so the children here dont have any families to celebrate the holidays with. So each year, myself and many other gather here to celebrate the celebrate with them. Thats what we have to do. Mingle with the children, play with them... And make them feel loved. "

"Sure. I can definately do that. I actually volunteered too at orphanages back home."

"If I may ask, Where are you from?

Liam immediately stiffened at the question. When he asked his father for a quiet getaway before the beginning of the social season, meeting Riley was not on the itinerary. And the fact that he was leaving Tommorow didnt helped either. The last thing he wanted to do was to lie with her, but he wasn't going to destroy these good moments he had with her by revealing that he was the crown prince of cordonia.

"I'm actually from one of the small islands surrounding Greece. "

Before she could open her mouth to ask more, Liam immediately turned away to play with one of the children.

The day went on quite peacefully and quite enjoyable for Liam. Holidays back home were anything besides spending with families. It was all about press conferences and photo ops and disguised motives hidden away in gifts. But here I was a lot more different, the sight of children playfully jostling each other without giving a damn made him smile, as that was the part of childhood he missed.

He suddenly felt a small hand on his shoulder and his pulse quickened at the feel of skin over his clothes. Behind her was Riley, holding a eggnog mug in her hands.

"Not to ruin your volunteering gig, but I got you something. "She said as she handed him the mug. Their fingers brushed, and lingered for just a moment longer.

"Ahem. Thank you. " Liam blushed, his ears turning pink.

Riley chucked softly at his antics. He is already so cute, and looks extra cute while he blushes.

Night came quickly. After winding up all the activities for the day including the gift exchanging and christmas dinner, all the children were put to bed and the volunteers were bidding their goodbyes. Only the foster care staff plus liam was left behind.

Riley glanced around. All the staff were mingling on the rooftop, with only her and Liam left in the main hall.

"Hey.... " she softly asked Liam, who was lounging in a chair beside her.

"Yeah? "

"Will you accompany me for a little walk around the times square? I just wanna clear my head a bit. " And hopefully spend some time with you...

He smiled. "Sure! Just let me get my coats. "

The pair walker out of the building and into the cold, brisk night. Celebrations were in full swing outside. Its called the city who never sleeps for Nothing.

Outside was really cold, and with the softly falling snow Riley barely suppressed the shiver that ran up het spine. Suddenly she felt strong arms around her shoulders and a moment later a coat was wrapped around them.

"I would be a terrible gentleman if a let a beautiful lady like you freeze to death. "

"Beautiful, huh? " she teased.

He blushed. That blush.

They both arrived at the square, staring at the enormous Christmas tree situated in the very middle. The glow of the lights and mini bulbs bathing them both in a gentle bluish light.

"Its really beautiful, isnt it? Riley asked. Just as she turned her head towards him liam's eyes quickly found their ways towards the decoration. Was he really admiring me than the beautiful decoration in front of him? Was it possible that he was feeling the same fluttering in his heart that she felt whenever they interacted? No, it can't be. I am reading onto this too much. We are strangers. Strangers.

"Indeed it is. " Liam quitly whispered, hiding the blush in his cheeks. Crap, she caught him staring at her. I hope she doesnt think i am creep or something. To Liam even the most beautiful decorations paled in front of her, she was more beautiful than any sights he had laid his eyes on. Don't get too attached, Liam. Its temporary. You are going to leave tomorrow. There can nothing be between you and her. You have a duty back home. This is just a little escape from reality. They are strangers. Strangers.

Just then the local band striked up a a waltz. All around them peoples paired up, with Riley watching the couples with a hopeful gleam in her eyes... which didnt went unnoticed by Liam. And in that moment, he knew what he had to do.

Liam bowed a little in front of her, and held out his hand, his other arm draped around his back. "May I have this dance? "

She smiled as she put her hand into his, her pulse quickning, "It would be my pleasure. "

She awkwardly bowed, earning a chuckle from Liam as he sweeped her in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, his on her waist, their free hand twined together. They elegantly twirled together on the makeswift dance floor, stepping in time to each rhythm. As they glided together, liam couldnt help but gaze down at her angelic face, illuminated by the surroundings. His gaze strayed to her lips just as Riley glanced at him, they met each other halfway as their lips come together in a magnetic kiss. Time seemed to stopped when his lips met hers, and the flutter in their chest intensified. Riley's finger gently curled in his coat as liam tangled his hands in her soft brown curls. She smelled like jasmine, a scent that liam is all too familiar with. Their hands tighten around each other, almost desperately, refusing to let go, their lips moving against each other in perfect harmony. Liam tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, and Riley softly sighed as she breathed in the scent of him.

For that moment it was only the two of them in the entire world, all the surroundings fading into nothing. Their little bubble of heaven was broken as the pair heard the the sound of clapping and soft cheering. Flustered, Liam grasped her hand and led both of them out of the dance floor and into the streets, grinning all the way.

The two of them found themselves at the threshold of a quint restaurant, and they both collapsed onto the stairs, still holding each other while wearing goofy smiles.

"So... That was.... Something else.. " Riley chuckled.

"Indeed it was. " Liam snickered.

As he glanced down at the lady in his arms, Liam felt a sudden tinge of guilt in his chest. I still haven't told her who I am. I have to tell her.

After her laughter had subsided, Liam gently took her shoulders in his hands and looked square in her eyes. "Riley, can I have a word with you? "

"Yeah... What happened? "

"I haven't told you where I am from, or what I am doing alone in a unknown city without my family. The truth is I am the Crown Prince of a small country called Cordonia. "

Riley stared at him, then burst into laughter. "Haha, Liam, nice joke. If you are a crown prince then i'm Kate Middleton." She stopped laughing when she saw the look on his face. "Oh, you are serious?"

Liam nodded. "Of course. I have no reason to lie to you. I just wanted to let you know that....that...." He struggled to move forward. "That i'll be leaving for Cordonia Tommorow morning. My social season will commence once I get back. I have to choose a bride from all the noble ladies presented to me as suitors. "

Her face fell. "You... You are really going back... I just thought we.... " She trailed off.

"I knew Riley, and I am sorry that I didn't told you sooner. I understand if you are mad--"

"Of course im not mad Liam. You did what you thought was the best. You just wanted a nice time without wandering about your duties."

"I... I wished we had more time together Riley." He whispered.

"Then lets make the most of it. We just have this night tonight, Liam. And I want to make it count. For just this one night let's just be Riley and Liam, two peoples without any obligations.

Riley pointed to the mistletoe over their head, then leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. He immediately responded, his hand cupping the side of her neck tenderly as she ran her hair through his dark hair. They pulled apart, staring into each others eyes, then their lips came together again, more passionately this time.

"Merry Christmas, Riley."

"Merry Christmas, Liam."

The night was spend together in Liam's suite, tangled in the sheets and in each other's arms.

************

The next morning

Liam woke up in his room.... Alone. He glanced around, none of Riley's belongings were in sight. A single note was on the coffee table beside the bed.

Liam,

I want you to know that the short time I have spend with you more to me than I could describe. You gave me the one thing I wanted most for Christmas...Family. I'm grateful for that. I'm sorry that I had to convey this to you by a letter, but i thought it would be better for both of us. Perhaps we will meet again.

Riley

Liam reached and wiped the lone tear that has escaped on his cheek. "I'm grateful for our time together too, Riley.

**********

Cordonia

It was the evening of the masquerade ball in the palace. Liam was dressed in his usual black regalia with a matching ornate mask. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts managed to make their way back to Riley. Be a good prince, Liam. She's gone.

Liam stood in the huge elegant ballroom, a queue of noble ladies in front of him. Each lady he encountered, whether it was the poodle loving lady Penelope, the diplomat's daughter Kiara, or his best friend Olivia, made him realize that none of them were her.

The next lady approached, who was adorned in a white angel costume, with a literal halo above her head, her blue eyes peeking out of the glittering mask. Why are those eyes familiar...

"Hello..." Liam greeted her politely. "I don't believe we have met... Have we?"

The women smiled, then reached behind the back of her head to loosen the mask strings, Liam caught a glimpse of a familiar face as she removed her mask.

"Riley..."

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Can we hear about your Misraaks headcanons pls?

hahahaaha ahah okay so this turned more into picking him apart rather than headcanons but i mixed them in there ::3 (im so sorry, i cannot be coherent at all and gushed profusely. i promise my writing is way different than the way i type this out.)

for some reason it wont let me add tags??? so i hope no one is upset by that!

-misraaks doesnt know how to be 'normal' per say, barring the fact he IS an alien(this goes with my super personal headcanon that the wolves just breed some ODD eliksni. 110% there’s something SUPER up with the wolves (or gentle weavers) as a whole. there's something in the ether turning the wolves into human simps) and is just a weird guy? Who 'turns their back' on their own without being a little fucking odd? i mean if i saw a almost 7ft tall lady and she dragged me away from my attempted suicide (thats some baggage already) and offered peace in a my cultures way id rethink my ideals too (theres more to it i know but humor me!) Also unlearning ALL you've been taught was rough and trying but he was a young mind and to be honest... that's probably for the best (no doubt sjur did use him against the wolves but i really feel their friendship was genuine, full of a lot of love and respect after he stopped being an angsty vandal with unresolved mommy issues)

-he puts on this show of being strong and unyielding but if he trusts you he just crumbles and is bare to the bone about everything. misraaks isn't afraid of being honest per say, he may come off brash but he's just telling it like it is... no sense in beating around the bush. he's not an asshole but being raised the way he was uh... some tact had be learned. 

-no no no it's not bc his mother may have been strict and terrifying to some degree so he has to be the strongest  or he feels he'll fail everyone he knows. so when someone breaks down his walls he's just a soft, sappy individual who just wants everyone to have a peaceful life together while trying to be strong for everyone else at his own mental expense. hes so passionate, charismatic and driven even with all the odds stacked against him, the fucking STRENGTH in that. (DREG STRENGTH GO! even tho he's not a dreg u get my meaning, everyone so far has deemed him as such) what a king! ❤ (praksis u call him foolish again i'll break every one of the generators in your lab)

-brings me to my next headcanon that the nightmare in the moon, horkis? Is his mother and all the teachings that she and others brought upon him as a child up until meeting sjur concentrated into one being. that if he doesn't bleed for the cause, die for the cause, then he has failed his people.  OOPS! IT'S ALL DEEP SEATED TRAUMA! 

-also headcanon she was the one to dock him? to make it extra good when he thinks back on her in the misraaks lore tab 

(I normally don't slander moms bc damn if anyone slandered my mom id throw hands but bungie gave me the scraps and im working with them and misraaks seemed like he had a pretty standard, though super strict, upbringing ::) )

-he appears haughty, self-assured and a bit cold though that's just how he projects himself... he's not actually that way? I mean, hes pretty calm and collected. he expresses a deep  loyalty and love for Sjur and cares for his fireteam immensely. He trusted his fireteam enough to take them to her resting place, how is that not vulnerability we otherwise don't really see? 

He'd throw down for his friends and loved ones because that's just how Eliksni ARE. kin is everything, even friends. he just has a different way of showing it. 

-misraaks... okay i have to say he's into poetry, or talking poetically. the way he speaks is almost... romantic (not in a bad or spicy way!) i just know that boy really SPEAKS in such an eloquent, thoughtful sense. there's a lot of meaning and love in his words. he doesn't just SAY things to fill the silence. every word has a meaning, a purpose. i love that about him. 

-okay maybe i headcanon his fireteam being all around goofballs with him at times of respite, softening out his sharp edges. making him loosen up and enjoy the little things in life rather than worrying about the bigger picture. (bungie where's that getting drunk with his fireteam lore tab? i would like to see it. you have it with the yw and crow... it's the least you could do for the misraaks stans...) i just feel its hard for him to sit and do nothing, just to fool around, be a "normal person" due to the fact his whole life up to his moment of wanting to create house light has been death and war. He was MADE for war. it'd be hard for him to adjust to a 'happier' existence without a little prodding

-he doesn't care about glory, or is doing what he does for selfish gain. he genuinely just wants to help, to create peace. so if anyone approached him with the kell of kells title he'd promptly tell them to shove it (sorry misraaks... you're in the same boat with the young wolf... you can't escape your destiny)

-can we talk about how much misraaks unlearned from sjur then YEARS later is with dusk, meets the young wolf (that annoying bastard of a guardian! :) ), they spare him then it seems like something unlocks in him. like we were the final catalyst to his dreams being real. no longer did he want to be canon fodder, or use his crew as such, he wanted to lead... to be better, to do better for his people along the guardians. maybe he could be better than just another solider dying for a cause they didn't even know at that point. he could be everything his kind rallied against and be GREATER than he was taught to be , not stepping on those deemed less than him. his MIND 

-can i just shoehorn something in real quick. I don't believe he'd practice docking after everything. I just can't see it and i always see him having trauma around docking so why would he wish that on others as a treatment under his kellship? It took him A LONG ASS TIME to unlearn how fucked up it is and how their society as whole is (ie. he literally fantasized about his mother docking him. how is that not absolutely insane to hear?)  also it'd be useless at this point, he'd need people at their prime, not missing two arms for an old, unnecessary dark practice. he doesn’t want people to fear him, if your people fear you are you truly a leader?

*cuts this ask open with a knife and lets loose a character interpretation more than headcanons* OOPS

am i projecting? maybe but bungie gave me crumbs and i am going to use them

im holding back a bunch of thoughts bc most of them center around much more personal headcanons bc this is my emotional support eliksni :') plus ive written so much already im pretty sure you all think im insane.

If anyone has anything to add feel free! Id love to hear it, you may have some ideas/headcanons/interpretations i didn't list or i never though of! of course... most of this is projecting, who doesn't do that to their fave?

and honestly, i am so open to talking about him in depth, if you want to, shoot me a message! I'll get to it! :3