#this matches almost exactly things i've said in the past

[ingravinoveritas]

Current (and possibly forever) mood:

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Pasts: Part 7

DPxDC Crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne Sibling AU

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Part 7

"I saw you!"

"Good morning, Wes."

"What were you doing with Bruce Wayne?"

"...nothing?"

"I know he's Batman. And I saw you on the roof!"

"Whoa! Fentoina met Batman? Where you swapping super hero secrets? Did the Butts match?" Dash interjected, not believing a word Wes said.

Danny rolled his eyes as hard as he could, threw a few extra sausages on his plate and went to sit down.

"I think Wes is dreaming of me," Danny informed them.

"Oh no," Sam said, oh so helpfully.

Tucker stared down at his breakfast plate containing various meats. "Uh, creepy? "

"Maybe it's more like astrial projection, he was definitely asleep when I left, and when I got back, but he knew what I was doing."

"Oh, no."

"Sam!"

"You realize he probably already had abilities, and we just didn't notice because Amity Park?" She pointed out.

"Well, I'm realizing. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

"Can we not trauma dump over breakfast?"

---

Edward Lancer had assumed that the lack of 'I'm technically an adult so's were because his students understood the dangers of Gotham. He was wrong, they had simply been waiting for the most effective moment to utterly crumble his argument. That was how one group was split into 4, one for each chaperone.

His group had been in a former supervillain's lair (and it was a lair, even Edward knew what a lair felt like.) for hours. Technically rehabilitated, sure, Edward wasn't going to judge the doctor for past actions, but he wasn't going to feel safe until he left the gardens either.

Ms. Manson didn't seem to mind as she regarded the next plant in the line. She would consider it for a few moments, say some things to the friends that trailed behind her and either move on, or have a one-sided? conversation with it. Tucker and Daniel had their hands clasped behind their backs like young children, they had not touched anything since arriving at the garden. Wes was regarding them all suspiciously, but seemed to be growing tired. The rest of the group had left when another Casper High group arrived, finished the garden tour in a normal hour, and had decided to go somewhere else.

Edward was not suprised when Dr. Pamela Isley strolled purposefully down the aisle, directly to where Samantha stood. Lancer missed whatever the two women had said to each other in his rush to get closer.

"Nah, I fall closer to winter than anything. The Green tends to take offense to my existence." Mr. Fenton told the Doctor. She nodded agreeably and looked to Mr. Foley.

"Same as him but with Tech. I've never tried doing something with plants and I don't plan too."

She looked to Edward, he froze.

"He's just a teacher." Said Ms. Manson, and the lair's owner turned her attention away from him. He it would probably feel offensive if he didn't feel so relieved.

---

Damian should not have his phone on him; he was in class. His phone buzzed, and Damian was glad he'd chosen to ignore the rule.

Dany had sent a picture, a selfie. In it he was clearly trying not to laugh as Condiment King rampages in the background.

Dany: do I do something? With a little thyme I'm sure I can mustard something up.

Damian almost double checked that a sibling hadn't rearaged his contacts, but the selfie proved this was all Dany... who was facing Condiment King as a civilian...

He did not have time to alert Signal before the next text was received.

Dany:kszkksskmssbsh

Damian: Dany?! Do you require medical assistance?!

Dany: I'm good lmao

Dany: the man sauced Lancer

Dany: one sec

-Dany sent a video-

Damian raised his hand, asking to be excused. Far too much time passed before he reached a place he could watch it in peace. He could not be interrupted if he was to coordinate a plan of action. He pressed play.

The Condiment King sat shamefaced in a restaurant seat as Dany's teacher lectured him on life choices. It was hard to hear exactly what was being said over the snickers from his classmates. The video panned over the briefly before ending. Wait... was that... ?!

Damian: Dany...

Dany: I spell it with 2 n's

Damian: Danny...

Dany: yes?

Damian: that is Poison Ivy at your table...

Dany: She took us out for lunch :D!

---

This guy was an idiot, Dash thought. He and Kwan had cut through an alley, and now this guy was trying to rob them; at knife point! Them! Two burly football players from Amity Park, and this guy was trying to rob them with this little 4 inch knife!

"Uh, no thanks," Kwan said in disbelief.

"I said hand over your—"

Dash tilted his head, "Buddy, the Box Ghost is more threatening than this,"

"I'm pretty sure the box knife is sharper too," Kwan added. "We need to be on the other side of this alley, so if you could do this later?"

The man sputtered and aimed at Kwan, taking the polite dismissal like fighting words. Kwan rolled his eyes, sidestepping, and Dash snatched the knife out of his hand.

They kept walking, continuing the discussion on how football would be different in college.

The man didn't try to stop them again.

---

Lester: Great news!

Mikey: ?

Lester: My greatest fear is no longer failing the STAs!

Mikey: makes sense, since we already took it. Mikey: What made you realize?

Lester: Oh, some guy with a bag on his head gassed the street.

Mikey: that's why my parents said I couldn't go.

Lester: Fright's sword was worse to be honest, Our group is heading back to the hotel to sleep it off.

Mikey: How's that?

Lester: Not the first time I've been in a vehicle with shadow monsters.

Lester: Did you see they're making a Doom the Movie?

---

"I disarmed it,"

"You disarmed it," the officer repeated

"Yeah," the young woman sounded more like she was saying 'duh' . "Wasn't even that complicated! I didn't even need Star's help."

"It was a lame bomb." The blond, Star, agreed.

"Super lame! Everyone always makes Gotham out to be soooo dangerous, but a toddler could dismantle this!" The Latina woman kicked some electrical components with a high heeled foot. "Let's get out of here, find some place interesting!"

---

* group chat created *

Danny: A group chat with 47 people, delightful

Dick (this is his name lol): It's not that bad...

Tim: sibling groupchat

Danny: Cool, can I add my sisters?

* multiple people are typing *

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Only 2 of 4 chaperones still have adequate knowledge of where their group has split off to. Lancer because he is hypervigulant and half his group went joined another group.

Group 2's chaperone because they got gassed and decided it was a good day for a midday nap and their students agreed.

Everyone else is in the wind and will show up at dinner.

STA stands for school testing acronym, I'm so creative!

@shyrebeldonutpickle *bonks you on the head with my creep stick* no threatening in my replies!

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[wwereaderinserts]

Hi there- sending in a request! (thanks for answering my DM questions so I could make sure this was okay btw!)

Could I have something with Gunther and an AFAB!reader? I have this plot idea where they've known (or at least have known of) each other since before they were signed to WWE, but they never really spoke to one another before, but then reader gets signed to the main roster from NXT during the most recent draft and they slowly start to interact with each other more, until one day the romantic and sexual tension between them just reaches a boiling point and it goes into smut territory? Thank you so much! ❤️

You're very welcome, I appreciated you making sure and asking things beforehand too!! I know I've already said it like twice but I really do hope I've done this justice for you❤️

Title: Boiling Point Pairing: Gunther x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 2,024 Warnings: Smut, swears

You’ve not long made it back to your dressing room after your victory earlier tonight when a polite knock on the door postpones your post-match shower. You hesitate for a moment, your brain working overtime while you try to figure out who your visitor could possibly be.

I don’t see it being one of the other girls, you think to yourself, I’ve already seen them when I made it backsta-...oh.

You interrupt your own thought process while you’re in the midst of swinging your dressing room door open, realisation dawning on you a mere split second before you come face to face with the only other person you suspect will be standing right there with a friendly smile on his face to greet you.

Gunther.

When it fully registers that he’s standing right in front of you, waiting for you to say something, you’re quick enough to replace your look of fleeting surprise at his appearance with a soft smile. You try very best to play things cool with him exactly like you have been over the course of the past few months, but you know your attempt is falling flat on its face.

Though you’ve known of each other for a few years through other promotions and circuits, you’ve never actually gotten the chance to speak to each other properly until you both found your way to WWE. Ever since your very recent main roster callup, you’ve had more and more of a reason to speak to him in passing, and you two had clicked and grown acquainted rather quickly, much to both your respective surprises.

But as days, weeks, and months have gone by as you two have spoken to and gotten to know each other more, the tension in the air when you two are around each other has been palpable. The chemistry is undeniable, and you personally don’t think you can hide the fact that there’s definitely something brewing between you both, even if neither of you have made that leap for anything more than friendship quite yet.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Gunther drags you out of your own thoughts, and you quickly shake your head and wave a dismissive hand at the very notion. In truth, you were just about to take a shower, but since he’s turned up with intent of clearly catching you privately, you’re willing to grant him the time of day.

“No, no! Not at all,” you reassure, lingering in the doorway, “Uh…is everything okay? I wasn’t expecting you to stop by is all-”

You pull yourself away from your doorway and make the decision to stand to one side, allowing him the space to step in if he wishes to. When he notices you’re silently giving him permission, Gunther steps in and nudges the door shut behind him before he turns to face you.

“Everything is fine. I wanted to speak with you about something, that’s all.” he looks you in the eye, “About us, actually. I think you already have some kind of idea on what that means, no?”

Gunther shoots you an expectant look, and you shift under his gaze. You feel a flush begin creeping its way up your neck at the implication. You’re almost certain you know exactly what he’s hinting at, but you’re reluctant to jump the gun in case you have it all wrong. Instead, you feign innocence, crossing your arms and softly shaking your head.

“No, I…I have no idea what you mean, actually-”

“Oh, I think you do. And it’s been building up for months now, hasn’t it? All that tension, the pent-up energy.” he interrupts you, chuckling softly before leaning in closer to you, “I think it’s about time we did something about it, don’t you?”

You swallow thickly at his words, your eyes meeting his while he stands before you. He doesn’t move another inch, studying you to gauge whether you’ll take the initiative and make the first move.

When you show no signs of retreating, Gunther takes it upon himself to make the move, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. Passion begins to bleed through in the kiss, your mouths crashing together in a fusion of lust and unspoken desire which now ultimately comes to a head.

“Think it goes without saying,” you pull back from the kiss for a moment, breathless, “I agree, it’s about damn time-”

Gunther responds with another searing kiss, backing you into the surface of your dressing room door with a soft thud. You grope at each other’s bodies in what borders on desperation, your fingers tugging up the hem of his shirt while he toys with your gear as he determines exactly how to get you out of it.

Withdrawing for only a moment to tug his shirt over his head, Gunther delves back in once you’ve roughly unlaced the top half of your gear and slipped right out of it to save him the grief of figuring it out, as well as speeding things along a bit.

“Eager, are we?”

Gunther taunts you with a smirk, and you mirror his expression while playfully rolling your eyes at him. With newfound confidence, you hook your fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and tug him towards you, and you don’t miss the fleeting flicker of surprise replacing his smirk for a split second.

“Oh, very,” you concur, slipping a hand between you both to palm his hardening cock through his jeans, “That’s not a problem, is it?”

You lower your voice to a purr, a triumphant grin on your face when you earn a soft grunt from him over the gesture. Gunther shakes his head and pulls his lower lip between his teeth, letting his eyes flutter shut at the contact as your movements grow firmer.

“Didn’t think so.”

You take that as your answer, but you leave him hanging after a moment while you slip away from your place between him and your dressing room door to pace your way over to the couch in the corner of the dressing room instead.

Gunther’s eyes snap open when you put everything on pause and leave him standing there, and he whirls around to face you. He’s about to call you a tease, but he stops himself when he sees you perched on the arm of the couch, unlacing your boots as fast as your deft fingers will allow you to. You manage to loosen one boot up enough to forcefully pull it off, and before you can take on the task of removing the other yourself, you gain a pair of eager, helping hands.

“Here,” Gunther kneels down before you and aids you in unlacing your boot, “I don’t think I can wait much longer to have you.”

Hungry eyes flick upwards to meet yours, and what feels like within mere seconds, he’s loosened it off enough to pull it down and haphazardly toss it to one side. He nudges you onto the seat of the couch, hands resting on the back of the couch to box you in while he dives back in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

You groan softly into the kiss, sinking back into the couch cushions while you part your legs for him, wrapping them around his waist to draw him in closer. Gunther takes the hint, shuffling closer and sinking his knees into the edge of the couch as he brings himself closer to you, and he grinds into you, the layers of clothing being the only thing separating you both from what you truly desire.

“Fuck, just do it already,” you breathe out, untangling your legs from around his waist to shift your hips upward, “Put us both out of our misery.”

You fight to tug your shorts and underwear down, flicking them off to one side when they reach your ankles to leave yourself bare, exposing your slick folds to him in an offer he most definitely won’t be refusing.

Gunther stands back up to his full height while he fumbles with his belt, yanking the leather through his belt loops before he unfastens his jeans and lets them drop down to his ankles with a clunk. His boxers follow suit a few seconds later, slipping down his thighs and freeing his cock, now standing at full attention.

Not wasting another second, Gunther closes the distance between you both, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds before he lines himself up with your entrance, intentionally catching your clit once or twice in the process while you bend your legs and raise your thighs up to meet your shoulders.

You gasp, quickly being muffled by him slamming his lips against yours when he slowly slips his way inside you with a low groan. He barely gives you time to adjust to the size of him before he snaps his hips forward, burying himself hilt-deep inside you and eliciting a soft moan out of you.

“What, like that?”

Gunther chuckles lowly, already knowing the answer. You’re boxed in beneath him, practically folded in half as he sets a punishing rhythm, your nails sinking into his shoulders and your pleas for more from him only aiding in spurring him on further.

He angles his hips slightly, and it’s just enough to repeatedly hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars and has your toes curling. You involuntarily clench around him, your walls fluttering around his girth as your moans increase in pitch and frequency as a result of the now brutal pace he’s set.

“Just like that, holy shit-”

You whine, and Gunther leans forward to steal your lips in a bruising kiss, greedily swallowing every moan and whimper of yours that follows. His tongue invades your mouth, dancing dominantly with yours as he continues to slam into you without abandon.

Gunther grunts with exertion, feeling himself beginning to gradually lose control. His thrusts become erratic, his movement jerky as he chases his high. When you purposefully clench around him this time, you draw a moan out of him that makes your stomach flip.

“You look so beautiful like this…under me,” he pants, his forehead pressed against yours, “Taking me so well, you feel incredible…better than I could’ve imagined, shit…”

The praise earns a whimper from you, and your eyes roll back in ecstasy when you slip a hand between you both to rub small, swift circles on your clit in a desperate attempt to send yourself over the edge.

Gunther increases his speed, his hips now relentlessly snapping forward as he chases release. With a final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and spills himself deep within you without so much as a pre-warning, his moans of ecstasy muffled when he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” you cry out, your ministrations increasing, “So close, fuck-”

You cut yourself off with a sharp whine, your walls fluttering and convulsing around his cock, squeezing him deliciously as you finally hit your peak. Your legs quiver and you screw your eyes shut while you ride out your orgasm, your jaw hanging slack as pleasure completely overwhelms you.

Gunther collapses atop you, careful not to rest too heavily against you. His chest heaves, and he remains still inside you while he peppers your jawline with kisses before his lips find yours once more.

“That…that was…” he pauses if only to find the best words to describe your encounter before he settles on, “Like nothing else I’ve ever felt.”

You chuckle breathlessly with a nod, quietly groaning at the feeling of being empty when he finally pulls out of you. Eventually, he rolls off to the side, sitting beside you on the sofa to separate you both and allow you the space to stretch your still-quivering legs out.

“Mhm, you could say that again,” you agree with him, turning your head to the side to shoot him a knowing glance as the pair of you are savouring the blissful afterglow, “And something’s telling me it won’t be the first and last time this happens, either...”

[avaantares]

Wait, Zhao Yunlan's gun is actually a...?!

(I've never claimed production meta for @guardianbingo before, but after the amount of time and research I put in on this, I feel like I've earned the "Zhao Yunlan's Gun or Whip" square, haha)

SO. GUYS.

Maybe this is something fandom as a whole figured out back in 2018, but I, who didn't hear of Guardian until 2020, did not realize until now and I need to share the knowledge because when I finally noticed, I made an unholy sound.

I've tracked down where Zhao Yunlan's gun came from -- or at least, what it most likely started as. Not the in-universe dark-energy-maybe-uses-bullets-maybe-doesn't-device-that's-best-not-thought-about-too-long, but rather the actual fake-steampunk-revolver-that-is-best-not-looked-at-too-long-because-it's-awful prop.

Y'know, this disaster:

I was actually working on a different Guardian Bingo fill and needed to look something up for continuity, so I'd flipped through a couple of episodes at super high speed trying to find a scene. As luck would have it, one of my skips forward happened to land on the scene I screencapped above, when ZYL confronts Zhang Shi.

Normally we don't get this clear (or this stationary) a shot of the godawful gun prop. I'd assumed all along they had just taken a plastic gun, glued some extra bits and bobs on it to make it look fancy, and hit it with some dry brushing (fun fact: you can watch the paint flake throughout the series; check out the top of the barrel and the side of the cylinder in the above screenshot!) to make it look #steampunk like the abandoned aesthetic of 25% of the show (as I've said before, I have theories about what happened in preproduction, but that's another post). This sort of thing is exactly what I've done for cheap cosplay weapons or background props for film work that aren't going to be seen at HD detail range.

Anyway, since the detail showed up better here than in other shots, I paused the video to look at the random screws and hex bolts (why??) they'd glued on it, since I recalled that I had the aforementioned gun/whip bingo square to fill.

That's when I noticed a detail that had eluded me before: An inverted V shape at the bottom of the grip.

Only looking more closely, that's not an inverted V. It's a symbol that I've seen a whole series of variations of over the past 15+ years... every time there's a new installment of the Assassin's Creed video game series:

So I started hunting. The principal weapons in each game turned up no matches, but eventually I found a gun that looks almost exactly like ZYL's:

It's not a perfect replica, but the details are certainly all there: The stylized logo; the leaves and swirls on the grip; the feathers up the back; even the Victorian scrollwork beneath the barrel.

Now, what's really interesting is that this gun isn't actually from the AC game series. It's part of an elaborate fan project by artist David Paget that started as a class assignment back in 2014. Even though it gathered a bit of steam in the AC fandom and generated a couple of forum role-play groups, OCs and the like, nothing about this artwork was ever connected to a real Assassin's Creed title. So why would there be a physical version of a gun that was only someone's fanart?

This is where the smoking gun (*rimshot*) goes missing, because I can't prove any of this, and it's been long enough that digging through the archives of the internet to find answers is going to take way more time than I can afford to spend on a project I'm not getting paid for. But there are two likely possibilities:

Scenario A: Some employee in a toy factory somewhere in China got told, "This Assassin's Creed franchise is really big, so we need to be producing replicas from those games to sell. Work up some designs." So the employee Googles "assassin's creed gun," finds David Paget's very professional-looking art, and whips up a replica to mass-injection-mold without realizing it's not actually from a game. Later, someone on the cash-strapped Guardian production team needs a gun to mod, and finds a cheap toy revolver on clearance after several years of sitting in storage because there was little demand for a replica of a gun that was never in a game. They buy several, glue hex bolts on the cylinder for reasons unknown, and poof! Instant pseudo-steampunk!

Scenario B: Other fans were involved in the design. Someone did build a 3D model of David Paget's design that's still available on Sketchfab (screenshot below), and it's not unreasonable to assume that other fans could have thought it looked cool and built 3D printable models. Later, someone on the cash-strapped Guardian production team needs a gun to mod, and acquires the 3D print file of one of those models from the interwebs. They mod the file a bit, print some, glue hex bolts on the cylinder for reasons unknown, and poof! Instant pseudo-steampunk!

Personally, I find Scenario A far more likely than Scenario B, for two reasons: First, the hero prop looks more injection molded than 3D printed, especially given the technical state of 3D printing back in 2017-8. And second... Budget-challenged dramas do have a history of picking up bulk video game replicas and using them as cheap props. I made a post back in 2019 about the WoW Horde shields we spotted in a different drama...

Anyway, no firm answers about the source of the hero prop -- the world may never know! -- but we have now confirmed that in some alternate universe (possibly one of the first eighty?), Zhao Yunlan and/or Zhao Xinci is an Assassin.

Wait, wait, wait... *recalls mechanics of how the whole Assassin's Creed frame story is supposed to work* Uh... so... who wants to write a genetic memory explanation for the whole Kunlun -> [lots of lifetimes] -> Zhao Yunlan thing?

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(I did actually check the catalogue of a friend of mine who makes replicas of props from various media franchises to see if he'd done a commission of the David Paget design, since a surprising number of his custom pieces actually do end up on film and television, but while he has a gorgeous replica of a revolver that actually appears in an AC game, it appears he has not done the Zhao Yunlan gun. I didn't really think it likely, since he's in the U.S., but you never know.)

[athena-willowthorne]

ok I know I'm going to be drowned out as one of many and I don't want to be the guy feeding the public frenzy right now but I want to offer my thoughts on the watchertv situation.

I've been a fan of ryan and shane for almost 6 years. I got into them when I was around 12-13, and now, at 18 years old, they've occupied a fairly significant part of the last third of my life. I feel reasonably confident in saying I've watched everything they've ever made, from buzzfeed and watcher, and when they went out to found watcher, I was abundantly happy to welcome steven into my parasocial love for them. I feel like I've grown up with them, and going off to college next year, it was never a question in my mind that they'd follow with me. I mean, I bought their unsolved book the second it was announced, and I even snagged a ghost files shirt and a professor plush when he was rereleased. I took the professor to the lizzie borden house for my 18th birthday overnight, and wow was that an expense, but I've wanted to go ever since middle school when I stumbled across buzzfeed unsolved for the first time. in short, losing them is like losing a constant presence in my life, a cherished presence, no matter how ridiculously parasocial that makes me sound.

when I heard about watchertv, I was crushed. in the past couple days, I've jumped from betrayal to desperation to grief to bitter anger. but I think I've landed now in a place where those make more sense to me. I agree wholeheartedly with so many commenters on every platform right now. they're just like me, feeling let down and disappointed by the people we've idealized, and gotten used to seeing for free. but I also understand exactly how this idea came about, I know what it's like to feel backed into a corner on something, forced to make a hard choice where it feels like only a radical shift will save you. we as fans were there for the three of them, their dynamic. but their dreams don't match up. they want freedom to make what they want, and they feel passionate about growth to tv quality. that's what they're aspiring to, I do genuinely think that.

I won't sit here and go on about the different takes people have made about steven's masterminding or shane's reluctance. the bitter stuff that's been said feels very harsh. but I can't condemn the people saying things out of anger that aren't targeted. it's ok for them to feel upset. sure, maybe it sucks that it has to come out on a public forum like the internet but it's valid nonetheless. but on their end, that's got to hurt. I hope so dearly that watchertv succeeds, even if it has to change a lot to do that. a subscription service isn't what we want, but it's what they believe will let them make the quality content they want to. that's worth pursuing, and I care about them so much that I want them to go for it.

I hate that I can't follow them into this next chapter. and I'm sure a lot of other people are too, and however they choose to feel that is perfectly ok. but their creative satisfaction and happiness does not depend on me, and it shouldn't be limited by what I can or am willing to do.

anyway my heart goes out to them truly. I'll miss them in college, and probably forever, and hopefully our paths cross again. but even if we don't, I'm happy for the memories I was able to make, I hope every other upset fan feels the same way eventually too :))

[sourbinnie]

title -> nostalgia genre -> angst + open ending? pair -> first love!chan x gn!reader plot -> he promised forever & it turned into dust, what happens when you write a song about it? a lot of feelings that never left, blooming back. words -> 876 (short like me) lowercase intended

i talk about the past like i talk about you i leave out every little thing that i don't like remembering i miss you more than i say I do you had to follow all your dreams just wish that they included me

- nostalgia / suki waterhouse

"nostalgia" wasn't supposed to blow up, you say to yourself as you place your mug on the coffee table and see your blowing up in the corner of your eye. your family congratulating you on the success of a song that was meant to be kept on the drafts. your friends thinking this is a good way to cope with your feelings when you feel like you're doing the exact opposite, going through all of the emotions at once. 

it's easy to say that you have to move on and find another person to match your whole life with. it feels like a dagger in your heart every time you see him & his bandmates just living their best life, getting more & more popular, loving the recognition but still staying true to themselves. you weren't a fan but you definitely devoted to one of them in particular. how could you move on so easily? he gave you the sun, the moon & the stars when nothing could light up your day, you knew each other since birth and you couldn't imagine anyone else taking the "love of your life" space other than him. it's been years and in those years, the nostalgia just hit harder & harder, making you realize that maybe you were delusional. 

who doesn't just let a person go? he wanted to achieve his dreams, he wanted to become a known singer, producer, songwriter, god he is the most talented man you know. then there's you, low profile, all songs hidden in the drawer and the one person who helped you produce this song was the one who pushed you to actually publish it. it wasn't supposed to be this way though, he was supposed to come back and you were gonna sing it to him (if you didn't die of embarrassment obviously) but that's not gonna happen isn't it? he's not gonna come back to you like some magical fairytale story that keeps on a romance that only belongs on children's books. 

what are you gonna do if he hears the song? oh god you didn't even think about that. it wasn't particularly a diss track nor it was a love letter but it truly showed how much it broke you to see him leave. you knew it was selfish at the end of the day to put out a song like that at his peak, at the best of his career but you couldn't hold back the feelings anymore, you couldn't stand the pain of letting go. so you did just that, you let go off the feelings with a simple ballad. 

【★】 【★】 【★】 

as soon as i've heard the track, all i wanted to do was leave the studio, get a plane ticket and go to (y/n)'s arms. it was a pure coincidence that the boys happen to have the tv on in a music channel and this particular english song caught my attention. the music video looked gorgeous, everything about it synched right in with what was being said by the lyrics. but that voice haunted me, i knew exactly who it was and i tried my best to ignore it but i knew i couldn't. it sparked everything in me to just message them to say something about it but i couldn't move. i almost felt my knees giving up on me as the emotions invaded my body completely. it just felt like a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding, i forgot all about them and then it all came flashing right back.

i needed to leave the room immediately before i made a scene that i would regret later. the only place that would keep me safe is the studio, so here i was, contemplating my laptop on my desk and reading the lyrics over & over again. as if i wasn't damaged enough, i knew that what (y/n) went through was worse. it wasn't fair on them what happened but what else could i do? leave my dreams behind? stay in australia forever?

i didn't want that.

but i also didn't want to leave the love of my life behind when they needed me the most. i didn't want to fight these feelings for them every single day, even if i tried to forget, i just couldn't leave behind what they did to me. they had my heart in their hands, they will always be the one to take care of it, to keep it safe, to assure me that everything would be alright but it looks like things weren't even slightly good right now for them. 

it's been so long yet it feels like yesterday when we shared our first kiss, when we held hands, when i looked into their eyes and felt like everything would be just fine. i didn't even notice the tears streaming down my face as the lyrics "you had to follow all your dreams, just wish that they included me" invaded me once again. i knew i could not leave behind everything i achieved, everything i worked for and especially not the boys. i was a leader for a reason and they trusted me in this, in our journey together. 

but i wouldn't be here in the first place without (y/n)...

[royaltysuite]

Hiya! I have a new Park Joonggil spicy story idea!

Joonggil has been under extreme pressure due to the nature of his work and is snapping on others (like Junwoong) more than usual.

Which doesn't goes unnoticed by his girlfriend. So she decides to make him 'de-stress' 😏 from his work right in his office. Thanks!

Hi Pookie! This idea is honestly amazing! You, me and this man is an absolute match made in heaven.

Need To Relax

Summary: After yet another incident with the Risk Management team, Jung-gil is getting close to snapping at other reapers. However, you know exactly how to take the stress away.

Warnings: Cussing, Oral (m. receiving), Semi Public Sex, Implied Penetrative sex, Almost getting caught, etc...

Wanna buy me a coffee?

"THAT FUCKING IMBECILE!!!" I could hear his angered shout from way down the hall. I already knew, from word to ear, that he had an intense encounter with the Risk Management team once again. Their newest recruit, Choi Junwoong, had tried to harbor an unescorted soul. Said soul tried to run from Jung-gil, who was already pissed so you can just imagine how he felt when he found that his team couldn't handle finding one runaway soul.

As I got closer to his office door, I could hear glass shattering. I sighed, placing my hand on the knob to his office, not really expecting to come across the sight in front of me.

"Jung-gil, you need to calm down. Everyone can hear you from all the way down the corridor." I told him, making small strides to his shaking form. His back was turned to me when I entered, so he couldn't see the look on my face after I spoke.

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down. That idiot is messing up everything, causing chaos everywhere he walks." "Of course that's going to happen. he wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. But, you can't take your anger out on anyone without a justified reason."

My words seemed to penetrate through him as he came to realize that my advice was right. Jung-gil was slowly losing his composure and letting things easily get to him.

"How about...you take a seat while I try and help you relax?" I offered, walking him towards his desk and sitting him down in his chair. I could tell that once he sat down, the tension in his shoulders began to fade away.

I made my way to the front of him, leaning against his desk. "What do you need from me, my love? Tell me what I need to do to help you relax completely." I whispered loud enough for him to hear me. "I...I don't even know." He replied, running a hand against his tired face.

That was answer enough for me. I lifted myself off his desk and sunk to my knees. My movements caught Jung-gil's eye as he began to notice what I was doing.

"What are you doing?" "Helping you relax. Now, sit back and let me do what I need to do." I spoke, my tone helping to wind down his tension more and more.

Once my knees hit the carpeted floor of his office, I began working on Jung-gil's belt. Soon, his belt was unbuckled and his zipper down. My hands then made their way past the waistband of his underwear, slowly caressing his half-hard cock. Each stroke brought it more life and not even a minute into it, he was throbbing and hot in my hand.

As I continued to stroke his length, I laid small kisses up from the base and to the tip. Jung-gil let out a long groan, his head rolling back as his hand made its way to the back of my head. That gave me the confidence to move along.

Placing one last kiss to the tip of his cock, I began to take him into my mouth. Inch by inch until I could feel him reach the deepest part of my throat. I didn't stop even if I gagged a bit. The sudden movement caught Jung-gil off guard and he let out the deepest moan I've ever heard him let out.

I hummed around his length as I began to work my mouth up and down his length. Any part that my mouth couldn't reach, I would use my hand to compensate for it.

I ran my nails along each vein as I bobbed my head, knowing that drove him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, keep going just like that, baby. So good for me, such a good pet." He sighed in pleasure and the praise gave me even more encouragement.

Soon, he got even closer. I could tell because his grip got even tighter in my hair. I then let Jung-gil take the reins, tapping his thigh twice to let him know that it was okay to let loose.

He looked down, our eyes making contact as if he was asking for further consent and I nodded to ease his concerns.

That gave him all he needed. Jung-gil scooted to the edge of his seat and began thrusting deeply into my mouth. That first thrust caused me to gag a bit, but I relaxed my throat and let him continue.

As he pounded with no restraint, I could slightly hear people walking his office but I didn't care. The thrill of getting caught sent a wave of pleasure to my core.

"Shit, fuck....I'm so close..." "Make sure you swallow when I tell you to."

I nodded as best as I could, keeping my hands to my side as best as I could. Soon, Jung-gil's hips stuttered to a finish - holding my head in place.

"Swallow, baby. Swallow it down." He groaned out before pulling me off his cock. "Open wide. Let me see if you listened."

Following his order, I swallowed the last of his finish and opened my mouth showing that I listened. He placed his hand on my cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

"Very good, my pet. Very obedient...Now, let's go home and I'll return the favor. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes sir."

[danceworshipper]

@hphm-ship-week Prompt 2: Quidditch

aka part one of my 'Rowan is gay no matter what gender they are' agenda

Ship: m!Rowan/Murphy 💙🦅

Date: June 3rd, 1989 (fifth year)

Rowan quickly decided that the view from the Commentary Box was the best. Well, of course it was, logistically speaking, it needed to be so that Murphy could accurately describe what was going on to the whole crowd, but he hadn't realized just how much better it was up here. The view was easily worth the amount of stairs he'd had to climb. He'd only thought about asking to be levitated like Murphy a few times.

It still felt like he was somewhere he wasn't supposed to be, despite none of the professors telling Rowan to rejoin his fellow Ravenclaws. Murphy had said that he was allowed to have a friend or two with him, but Rowan had never seen anyone else be invited up here until today. He hoped that meant he was special.

Murphy was as animated as ever, speaking fast enough to not miss a single detail of the match. Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor, playing for the Quidditch Cup - it was a big deal. It was big enough, in fact, that Murphy seemed to be having a spot of trouble remaining unbiased.

"An excellent block by the Ravenclaw keeper," he exclaimed. "Better luck next time, Gryffindor!"

After a while, Rowan found himself no longer paying attention to the match at all, instead watching Murphy. He really was in his element up here; it was no surprise that he'd been the commentator since he first arrived at Hogwarts. Murphy was clever, too, if his creative strategies were anything to go off of. He'd been sneakily helping Ravenclaw win from behind the scenes all year. Rowan wondered if Madam Hooch had actually not caught on, or if she simply didn't care enough to stop him.

"Gryffindor's seeker spots the snitch!" Murphy announced, and the Ravenclaw seeker's neck nearly snapped with how fast she turned it.

Rowan watched as she pushed her broom to the absolute limits, Murphy ignoring a goal from Gryffindor to cheer her on, much to Professor McGonagall's annoyance. Gryffindor's seeker dove hard to the right, causing Ravenclaw's to fly past him, but the maneuver backfired when the snitch darted to the left instead, directly into the Ravenclaw seeker's outstretched hand. She stared at it in shock before lifting it high above her head with a victory cry.

"Ravenclaw has caught the snitch!" Murphy shouted. "With 320 points, Ravenclaw wins the match!"

Professor Flitwick nearly fell off the bench behind Rowan as he scrambled to set off a Blue Sparks charm in his excitement. The crowd down in the stands went absolutely wild, screaming and throwing hats, scarves, whatever they could as they rushed out of the stands to congratulate the winning team. Rowan had little interest in being a part of that stampede, so he stayed right where he was.

It had nothing to do with wanting to talk to Murphy, who looked positively ecstatic that Ravenclaw had won.

"I knew they could do it!" he told Rowan. "That last bit of broomwork was some of the most impressive I've ever seen! Even if she hadn't gotten to the snitch first, I've never seen someone with an older model be able to catch up to someone like that - I suspect that Gryffindor will demand a detection spell on that broom to make sure it wasn't enchanted, which it wasn't obviously because she'd never do that - "

"Parkin would," Rowan interjected.

Murphy narrowed his eyes, considering. " ...fair. But did you see? That strategy I invented for the beaters saved our chasers from eighty-seven-point-three percent of the bludgers, a twenty-two-point-five percent increase from the last match - "

Rowan leaned against the ledge of the box, jaw in his hand as he listened. Admittedly, he hadn't been watching the beaters much, but he'd been Murphy's guinea pig for explaining the new strategy so he knew exactly what he was talking about. The whole thing had almost made Rowan wish that he'd tried out for the team when there was an opening, but he knew he was better off watching. He was a member of the much more relaxed Quidditch Club and it suited him just fine.

"Do you think they'll have to test if the snitch was charmed too?" Rowan asked, cutting Murphy off again.

Murphy hummed. "About a fifty-six-point-eight percent chance, if they have the broom checked."

"Where do you come up with these numbers?"

"Incredible mental math," Murphy said, and winked.

Rowan laughed, but that wink did things to him... it mostly just made him nervous.

They stayed in the Commentator Box until long after the professors had all cleared out - Professor McGonagall confidently telling Professor Flitwick that he wouldn't be so lucky next year - lost in their talk of strategy and how the team could improve even more next year. They only paused when Orion came up to find Murphy, saying that the team desired his presence at their victory party.

"The jubilance is high, but your energy is missing," Orian said. "Equilibrium will not be found until our guiding hand is present."

Whatever that meant.

"Can't let the team down," Murphy told him. "Any chance you can get me out of here?"

"Of course. Allow me to reach the ground first. Walk with me?" Orion asked, addressing Rowan.

"Oh," Rowan said, caught off guard. "Yeah, sure. See you in a minute, McNully."

Too many stairs, Rowan thought to himself, trying to breathe evenly so that Orion didn't notice his struggle. Orion had such a grace to him, both in flight and on the ground, which was something that Murphy brought up frequently when brainstorming strategies. Orion simply wasn't an aggressive enough player for a good portion of the well known strategies, which is why Murphy started inventing new ones in the first place. The way he talked about it, Orion was actually an advantage to Ravenclaw, because he made moves that none of his opponents ever saw coming. He was well deserving of being the captain of the team.

"The two of you seem well in harmony," Orion said, startling Rowan.

"Huh?"

Orion smiled knowingly. "I expect good news soon in regards to you both. Maybe even today?"

Rowan was certain that he was bright red. "I don't know what you're implying," he protested.

"You do."

Well then.

They stepped out into the sunlight, and Orion raised his wand to levitate Murphy out of the box. Rowan wondered why no one had thought to install an elevator, even if it had to be a manual one due to the high magic saturation in the air near the castle. Surely that would be easier than this? Maybe he should suggest the idea to Professor Flitwick the next time he met with him.

"Ah, solid ground," Murphy said, wheeling over to Rowan and Orion. "Party time!"

"Indeed," Orion agreed.

Murphy turned his head. "Hey, Khanna, you coming?"

Rowan scratched the back of his neck, suddenly very nervous. "I mean, it's in the common room, so I guess I have to, don't I?"

"Reluctance, that's the spirit!" Murphy joked.

Orion tilted his head, that knowing smile reappearing. "Perhaps, Murphy, you should accompany him, so he does not feel left out."

Too busy glaring at Orion, Rowan almost missed Murphy turning red.

"I think it's an excellent idea, don't you?" Orion pressed.

Murphy cleared his throat with a cough. "Yeah, yeah, I could do that. Easy. We can continue our conversation," he added, quickly regaining confidence. "I may take you on properly as a strategy apprentice, Khanna. You've got good insights."

Rowan's voice cracked when he laughed. If only a Cursed Vault would suddenly open, causing a terrible emergency. Alas, the earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to.

[dqllgarden]

I've missed you

lalo salamanca x nacho varga

warnings: smut

cross posted on ao3

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Lalo had been in Mexico for the past few weeks on business, leaving Nacho alone and missing his lover. It's not like they weren't used to it, as one of them was almost always off doing something cartel related, but something about this past trip was worse. Nacho really missed Lalo and even though he had no idea when he'd come home, he sure to God hoped it was soon. He was sprawled out on the couch in his jeans and no shirt watching whatever bullshit was on TV and eating the takeout he got for dinner. As if it was on cue, Nacho heard the lock on the door click open.

"Nachitoooo! I'm home!" Lalo said with a big smile as he walked into the apartment and saw Nacho sitting there with the food in his hands. He couldn't stop grinning, it felt good to be back after such a long time. He dropped down next to Nacho on the couch and threw an arm over him, pulling him close. "I missed you so much," he murmured against Nacho's neck. He knew exactly what made his boyfriend get all hot and bothered, so just his voice alone could get him going. Nacho tensed up at the feel of his lovers breath against him. When he heard that soft smirk again, he knew Lalo wasn't done with teasing him yet.

"Oh, yeah? And how do you plan on making it up to me?" he asked sweetly. He was well aware that he didn't really need to make anything up, but he loved having power over his boyfriend. Not only did it turn him on to hear Lalo beg for his attention, but he knew it had an effect on him. Lalo was always the one who controlled him, but it was fun to tease anyway. Even though he couldn't say or do anything right now, Nacho enjoyed seeing his smile fade away and seeing his eyes darken with desire.

"How should I know? Maybe you'll have to tell me, my love." Nacho rolled his eyes playfully and sat up so he could get a better look at him. Lalo's hand slowly moved from Nacho's chest down to his jeans and messed with the button while keeping eye contact. Nacho could see how hard Lalo was already and he arched his hips into the other man's touch, making his cock brush against his hand. His mind was reeling with thoughts of all the things he wanted Lalo to do to him, they didn't have enough time in the night. The last thing he needed to worry about was his own urges, he wanted to give Lalo everything he wanted. So he let Lalo push his pants down without any hesitation and kicked them aside before shoving his hand back between their bodies. Nacho moaned and leaned into the touch as Lalo groped him through his underwear.

"Ay, dios mío! Cálmate, Nachito. Te tocaré, cariño", Lalo whispered in his ear. Of course this had an opposite effect on Nacho, causing him to moan even louder. Lalo took Nachos cock out while he muttered over and over again how much he missed him and how needy he was. Lalo looked up at him with a smirk as he used his free hand to slip his fingers inside of Nacho's hole. Nacho bit his lip as he moaned around Lalo's fingers, feeling them brush against his prostate. Lalo kept fingering him until he had gotten used to the pleasure and then began to fuck him faster until Nacho was about to cum. He pulled his hand away and slipped the two fingers into Nacho's mouth. Nacho licked them clean while the corners of Lalo's mouth lifted.

"Tan sucio, amor. Such a whore for me yea?"

"All for you Lalo, fuck I missed you so much," Nacho moved his hips up to match the pace of Lalo's hand, not able to take much more. Lalo picked up on this and teased him, squeezing his cock tight or slowly rubbing his finger across the tip.

"P-please Lalo I'm gonna cum", Nacho whined while Lalo kept eye contact.

"Go ahead cariño. Cum for me. Show me how bad you missed me."

That was all it took for Nacho to finish, cum coating his lower stomach and Lalo's hand. Lalo smirked when he noticed the beads of sweat rolling down Nacho's forehead and he kissed them. He let go of Nacho's cock and put his hand in his mouth, "clean your mess up for me."

Nacho, spent and still recovering from his orgasm tucked himself back into his pants and started kissing Lalo's neck. This was going to be a long, tiring night.

[callsignbaphomet]

I said I was gonna talk about this so here I am, talking about it.

As of late I've been putting Angelus in a very different light. More confident, stronger (in every sense of the word), more outgoing and taking more charge and most notable not as depressive. If you've noticed (or not) since the beginning or better said the remaking of my blog I'd always tag Angelus in the most depressive posts I came across and anything depression related was instantly tagged under his tag. Any time I wrote him he was this ball of depression and anxiety but for a while now I've been changing it up especially in the AUs and they've been slowly bleeding into the Oracle version.

We're not gonna get into it here but that guy did not have an easy start to his life. He himself says his life started the second Jelani carried him out of that makeshift grave and with good reason. Lately though he's kind of changed, from being really meek and super quiet and unsure of himself to outgoing, loud and his depression has taken a backseat to the point where he even forgets it's a thing. Yeah, he has moments like with any life long illness but for the most part you can say he's beaten his demons down.

Like I said some time ago, this story I'm planning will have him meet a specific person that will add even more to his recovery. That person will actually help both him and Jelani with their internal turmoils (Angelus with being a Crossed Breed and Jelani with being the Arch-Maker).

I've never mentioned this but all werewolf breed names are kind of based on traits whether physical or something they've done.

Silver sights = their eyes glow silver and they have a bit of an ability to kind of hypnotize their prey for a few seconds (I never said any of it was clever ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭)

Mist walkers = have a bit of a passive ability to "conjure" mist and fog as a way to blen in during the hunt.

Howling ghosts = their howls can momentarily cause their prey to freeze in fear.

Stalkers = their name comes from their ability to move almost completely silently and really fast.

And then there's the Crossed breed...it was meant as an insult. You cross a Howling Ghost with a Stalker and you get a breed that's crossed. A mutt. A mongrel. A cur. You get the idea. Not a nice name but it stuck and Angelus had to live with it. Aleksey tried to squash the use of that name but even someone as influential as he couldn't stop it. At some point Angelus stopped caring and kinda did the whole "reclaim it" deal but when people wanna be hateful they will absolutely try their hardest.

In the story (I can type again lol) this person, a nature goddess, who also holds the moniker of "Mother of werewolves" isn't exactly thrilled about the name so she herself names his breed, she'd spread her influence and make it stick. She's an interesting individual, I should talk about her sometime. I've been sitting on this for weeks because I wanted something fitting and that I liked. Eventually I settled on Moonborne. So as soon as I finish said story I'll be changing the info everywhere to match the canon events tied to it. Tbh I myself am gonna start using Moonborne from now on outside of stories before this specific story.

Meeting and talking to said individual will affect both Angelus and Jelani positively and would eventually help Angelus further, at this point he was already overcoming his depression but meeting her would help further. Not to take away credit from him, you know, he struggled and was beat down but ultimately he was the one that managed to get himself out of the shit.

Honestly I just think it was high time I evolved him past the "depressed kid of the group" and let him come out of his shell. It also works to help me as well. There's a teensy tiny detail about Angelus that I have only mentioned once but it's why he is so very important to me and why he was the very first OC I made. Both he and I have grown and changed a lot since his inception when I was 14 and I think he deserves better. Both of us are still wounded and we may have our lows but yeah, I think he deserves his highs more than his lows.

Don't get me wrong he's still a lil ball of rage, fury and anger but just not as depressed lol.

[thotsforvillainrights]

any updates on the baby? I hope your really resting and taking time for yourself!

Can I request a one shot of the reader and stain going out and reader is trying on a bunch of hot outfits and stain admiring them? (How do you think stain would be in public would he wear a face mask cause of his nose or ignore staring strangers and not cover it up?)

(Yes, sorry if it's TMI! I've been placed on medication due to a short cervix and now have a high risk doctor to see in danger of preterm labor. Other than that, little guy seems to be doing well. He's still kicking around in there and we're almost set on a name finally. Hopefully he stays in there and cooks until time, no early visits I hope!)

~Shopping~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

The fun thing about life is the fact that there's a huge enough population to guarantee your looks no matter what. You should never truly have time to feel insecure for too long if you sit back and think about it. You may not be your own 'type' (or maybe you are), but I promise you are someone in the worlds type. You've landed a gruff man, rough around the edges and not exactly a romantic to be honest. By God were you his type. For full honesty, you were more than that to him.

You were essentially his weakness.

Sure he hated feeling the way he did at first, but he quickly learned to give into the emotions he began feeling. It's a nice warmth bubbling up in your chest. If you can ignore the butterflies, love is actually quite nice. Therefore, he did all the cheesy stuff with you that most couples tended to do. One of those things was shopping. Due to his usual covert nature, no one who caught glimpse of his face and features were able to live and tell the tale. It took media a very long time to acquire even the most blurry picture of his silhouette for reference. This made going out a breeze for the both of you. After walking around and window shopping, eating, and taking in the fresh air through the open centered mall, you finally decided on the store you wanted to go into. He followed close behind you, taking in the faces of people whose eyes lingered on you too long. He was observant as he liked to call it...not jealous of course. "I think I want something nice so we can do a restaurant dinner for once. Would you be open to something like that?" You asked him, not wanting to push him past his boundaries. "That's fine." He said shortly, taking a much needed seat near the changing rooms. You smiled and gave him a quick peck on his cloth-covered lips before dipping off somewhere else in the store. Your eyes browsed rack after rack until you found a few outfits you deemed worthy enough to try on. He keep an eye on you out of the periphreal of his vision but mostly remained focused on the few news articles he'd pulled up to read on his phone. He made sure to keep track of himself to see just how much info the fuzz had on him. He smiled when he realized it wasn't enough.

You'd regained his full attention when you emerged from the changing room with your first outfit on. "Well, what do you think? I'm feeling like the color is cute but I don't know about matching accessories to it y'know? Maybe something simple?" He was at a small lost for words, 'how embarrassing' he thought for a moment. That was quickly overshadowed by the tightness in his chest and the feeling of a small fire lighting him up, slowly burning away at his insides until there was nothing left. "I like it..." Was all he could muster to say. Which each and every outfit you tried on, he felt less like being out at the mall and more like taking you home rather quickly for some much needed TLC. However, he's at least try to put himself away and give you the respect you deserved. You'd finally settled on a nice little black number with matching black shoes and gold jewelry to fit. While you checked out he watched you from a short distance as he tried to regain his composure. Surely that dinner date would have to wait for a while. He could use a little stay at home date first.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Saul Silva and Stella's sister reader??

Like Stella finds out abd is like super supportive. Because I like her a whole lot better in season 2

T h e    a r r a n g e m e n t

Staring blankly at her friend with benefits, Y/N didn't know what to think. Saul is running around her room, picking up his clothes in panic as if the world's about to end and not once has he stopped muttering under his breath about how bad of an idea this arrangement is.

"Will you calm down?" She leans back on the wall, crossing her arms over her chest with a slight pout upon her lips.

"Your sister is almost here", Saul's wide eyes land on Y/N for a moment before he stumbles over his own boot, "Owh!" Grabbing his toe, Saul grumbles before continuing his rant. "And you want me to calm down when I can't find my knickers?!"

Huffing, she rolls her eyes. "You do realize no one will have your head for sleeping with me, right?"

"Found them!" Saul chuckles as he pulls them up, his trousers following.

Clicking her tongue, she turns away from him with a deep frown set upon her face. They've been having fun for almost a year now, managing to find time at least once a month to meet up and while Y/N found herself rather attached to the specialist, it seemed as if Saul never developed any attachments to her.

Perhaps it's foolish of her to expect him to wise up and make things official, but Y/N is a princess and she's running out of time to find herself someone to marry. If she isn't ready with a match soon, her mother would marry her off to some stuffy old diplomat from the other kingdoms to keep the peace and that would be a true disaster.

"It's unlike you to look away when I'm putting on my shirt", Saul's hand finds itself a home on her hip, his lips resting mere inches from her ear. "You didn't even try to convince me to take it off again."

"Why would I when you're so eager to leave", she remarks without so much as a glance his way.

"Stella is coming", Saul reminds her. "Isn't that what you said?"

Turning around, she slaps his hand away from her hip, finding herself incredibly close to him in her new position. His lips are pressed in a thin line, his eyes soft, focused on hers. The wrinkles on his forehead are accentuated by his frown and she wishes she could run her fingertips across it, smooth them all out as she kisses his worries away, but not this time.

"I said my sister is coming, not that you must leave."

Licking his lips, he inhales sharply. "What exactly are you trying to say here?"

Snorting in disbelief, she pushes past him and heads to the door. "Why don't you just go then? Hmm?!” Opening the door, she lets it hit the wall. “Just go."

"No." He places his hands on his hips. "I'm not leaving when things aren’t right between us."

"US?! Apparently there is no us since I've been your dirty little secret for a year now!"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Saul exhales loudly. "Is that what you truly believe?"

"What am I supposed to believe when you're running out of here in panic every damn time?"

Taking a few cautious steps toward her, a shuddered breath escapes his lips.

"You're a princess and I'm a specialist. I am not the one with something to lose if our relationship goes public."

Scoffing, she bites her lower lip. "I don't fucking care about my image, I care about you!” Shaking her head, she swallows thickly before revealing the truth. “I've already made plans to abdicate."

"You did what?!" Saul's bewildered eyes fall to the ground as his left hand covers his mouth.

Closing the distance between them, she places a hand on his shoulder. "With or without you, I wouldn't want to be queen if it’s not on my terms. It's why Stella and I have so many meetings. She'll be the heir once I take a step back." 

"That's not a step back, that's a jump of a cliff", Saul whisper shouts. The last thing he ever wanted was for her to abandon her birthright for him and while she claims he didn't play a role in her decision, Saul can't shake the nasty feeling of him being the main reason.

"And it is mine to make", she reminds him. If her being the heir to the Throne means she must marry whoever her mother chooses and to sacrifice her own happiness in every aspect of her life...then it’s not a loss. She hopes Saul can understand that. 

Cupping his cheeks, she smiles. "I don't want to be casual anymore."

"I don't either, but there will be issues about us even if you do walk away from the Throne."

Shrugging, she leans in until her lips brush his and Saul's arms cross at her back.

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it."

"And I'll be at your side", Stella interjects. "I cannot believe you didn't tell me you're dating Mr. Silva!" She squeaks, running up to hug them both.

Grimacing, Saul looks to Y/N for help but she's beaming, overjoyed with her sister's support.

However, her smile is quick to fall once Stella opens her mouth again:

"When's the wedding?!"

[kohakhearts]

13, 16 and 40 for the writer asks?

thanks ollie!!

13: what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

god this is a boring answer but. "show, don't tell." it's like the one thing i actually consciously think about when i write (well, more so when i edit tbf but same dif). in the past 3-4 years i've gotten really good at learning to be concise in my writing and i do think this my being comfortable with conveying emotions and such through small actions without a need to justify my choice in the writing is what's led to that!

16: how many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? share one of them?

oh god LOL so many. the big au ideas in my brain right now are the starter mew au and the orre au. i think i recently shared a bit about the orre au (though i'd be so happy to share more if anyone asked me about it!), so i'll share a bit about the starter mew au instead!

basically way back in december @jaystrifes sent me this ask, which festered in my brain and has grown into a whole jn rewrite (that currently remains just plotted...but one day i'll have the time to write it. i hope dhjfghjd). it doesn't go exactly as i said in the ask - i've had time to sit with the idea since then and some of my thoughts have changed a bit - but the basic premise is still the same. this idea of like...mew feeding off of goh's twisted sense of self. what to him is evidence of his capability is to mew a fun little game, and it's making all the rules. i've spent all the time i've been plotting it working out like...ok, so what is the goal of project mew? how does goh fit into it? how does gary fit into it? and the other side of like - ok, so what's the connection between the mewtwo we see in the genesect movie and giovanni's mewtwo? what does that imply about team rocket's research on mew and their attempts at cloning it? goh and ash also met mewtwo in jn - and it didn't wipe their memories or anything, which suggests it respected them enough not to, even after goh insulted it by insinuating battling it was only worth it to get data on mew. there's just a lot of potential with mewtwo and mew that's not really fully explored in jn, so i wanted to dig into that a bit - at the same time as diving into this version of goh who is even more isolated than in canon and who's not just a victim of parental neglect but also of this psychological dependency on mew. his relationship with ash in particular has been fun to analyze. in my mock-up ao3 draft i said that "ash has aura powers and contrarily goh is more of a self-proclaimed empath" so that's...pretty much their dynamic in a nutshell LMAO.

anyway! i titled the au progeny and do have a tag for it, so i'm sure i'll start throwing more things in there once i actually start writing the thing lol

40: if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

i answered this one here but you know what? i'll also say again about this year's christmas fic i'd love to see art of the boys in their matching christmas sweaters LOL. i can only imagine the abject horror on goh's face lmaoooo

get to know your fic writer!

[electricea]

@spaceandthedigitalfrontier sent - 🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me ( My Experience in the Roleplay Community - Accepting! )

🛍 - The one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me.

This was something I honestly really had to pause and think about before I posted - it's something I've thought for a long time, for years and have told to a few friends privately but never actually said because I didn't know how it would go over and I'm already not exactly the most articulate person so I didn't want to be misinterpreted or misunderstood or maybe I'd fumble the wording of it.

A few years ago I used to have a friendly - they were simultaneously very very selective of who they wanted to roleplay with and at the same time desperately seeking out people to roleplay with. We could call each almost daily, we would talk about our experiences, about the RPC, about our lives - and whenever we got onto that topic I would try to give her suggestions, I would recommend her blogs to follow, just ways to get more engagement and followers like she seemed to want to so badly.

More than a few times whenever we got into this topic she'd off-handedly say things like 'I'm not a popular blog like you' or 'I don't have a lot of people to write with like you', little things that felt almost kind of...I don't even know how to describe it - almost passive aggressive, they almost felt like jabs and I never quite knew what to say in response to that because I never really felt 'popular' at all and the fact that this friend shunned so many potential partners and had such strict standards for any she did really didn't help her case.

But it's something I still hear a few times every so often - just people off-handedly mentioning that and it never fails to make me feel uncomfortable. Part of the reason why I never wanted to post about it was because I was worried I might sound conceited re-telling this story - I honestly don't think of myself as a popular blog. I guess my definition of 'popular' is more of a socially popular, someone who's like very naturally charismatic, a social butterfly who can get along with anyone surrounded by friends, who can have lots of inside jokes, matching icons, group servers, all that stuff.

I've never really considered myself to be any of those - having asd I often feel behind on recent humour and memes and I can be slow to truly befriend people and really fully open up to others because of past experiences, partially due to people like this former friend.

I guess where I'm going with telling this story is that when people say that - it can feel like they're simply looking at what's on the outside, assuming that everything is great in someone's life or that they have zero problems or issues - when people casually mentioning that, it feels almost dismissive and simplifying and it never fails to give me this sort of discomfort inside as they don't know the inner workings of my life or what I feel. I don't know theirs. What's the purpose of saying that? How am I expected to respond to that? I just don't know.

Like I said, even as I write this, I still don't know how this will go over as it's something I've kept quiet for years - I desperately hope that I don't come off as someone who's conceited or arrogant or totally un-self aware of their surroundings. I just wanted to answer this question honestly because I felt it deserved as much. Sorry for the long post.

[lumilasi]

In relation to the snow witch/cat lesbian duo, here are the said witch's dads. The first one, Marcus is AGES OLD character I've had for a decade that I still love a lot, and I actually didn't change his design from the old one almost at all? I simply drew him better now, thanks to having my drawing skills improve at least somewhat in the past decade.

Lethas is an amalgamation of an entire family of old dragonic deity characters squished together. I'll draw his dragon form sometime later.

...The font I'm using is kinda not matching for the fantasy vibe, but I really didn't feel like doing graphic design so to speak rn lmao

Fun Facts below:

Marcus is a Romanian noble in heritage, though local villagers rarely see him, and think of their count as bit of a weird hermit. Pleasant and polite enough, but odd.

Marcus doesn't have human staff, he uses his powerful ice magic to create icy entities that act as servants.

Marcus' Patron Deity is Jack Frost

Irina was abandoned at his doorstep as a toddler, and he was initially hesitant in taking her in, but saw potential in her already strong magic, and was admittedly kind of lonely living there alone

He and Lethas are in a mostly platonic, non-sexual relationship, but they do come off like an old married couple that bicker constantly, and clearly have a very strong emotional bond between one another.

Marcus is gay (and basically anyone who meets him can tell he's not straight, there's no way lol) and Lethas basically has no sexual/romantic drive whatsoever given the way his kind are born. (So he's Aro-ace if you apply human labels)

They started out as rivals, but overtime kind of become each other's only company (up until Irina showed up)

Lethas was actually frozen as a statue in dragon form in front of the Vasile castle for almost fifty years, and was released accidentally by Irina when she was 8.

She thought he was going to eat her dad, only to see the two start bickering and head inside for tea, as if him being frozen by Marcus for five whole decades wasn't unusual. (It was an accident, Marcus actually thought he'd accidentally killed Lethas and was relieved to find out that wasn't the case, even if he doesn't show it openly)

Lethas is a soul dragon, a being born from the lost souls of dead warriors perished in wars. All his weapons are formed from soul fire.

Lethas was born sometime around the age of the roman empire, though can't remember exactly when. Marcus is couple hundred years old, but he did spend about half of it on ice literally, hence he actually appears younger than he should. (Long story, he met Lethas because the dragon released him from ice accidentally)

Lethas breathes fire like average dragons, though his soul fire is immensely powerful and can't be put out in any other way, except essentially powerful exorcism magic or a soul eater's devouring of it.

Lethas immediately took into his role as the more strict and responsible dad, the first thing he did when waking up was to pick Irina up in his dragonic form and place her gently on the balcony of her room, patting her head, before turning around to bitch at Marcus.

The swirly pattern on Lethas' cloak doesn't just glow in soul form, but they move and swirl around too.

Split hair and coloring with Lethas symbolizes the duality of life in all its forms; life and death, sky and earth, fire and water, war and peace, etc. or that's what Lethas likes to claim anyway. Marcus suspects he just thinks it looks cool.

Marcus' coat turns into hues of blue and white when he fully activates his powers. The snowflake/star design on it is actually the center of the Warlock sect symbol for this world's Arcane Council (body that governs primary magic users, I.E beings whose main thing is magic, rather than the magic being result of being some sort of mythical being)

Technically, you're not supposed to remove parts of the symbol if you wish to utilize it, but Marcus didn't like the hostile looking spiky eyes surrounding the central star pattern, so he didn't include them + made the colors more to his taste.

[butch-reidentified]

hello hello my lovely Tumblr gals!

I've been waiting to post about this until it was like, a forreal sure thing, but I'm SO excited I gotta share the news 🤩

soooo as most of you already know, my wife & I both have serious chronic health conditions, which come with severe chronic pain as well as all the other wonderful symptoms. We have been struggling to maintain a life of working full time, doing things we enjoy to keep ourselves sane, taking care of our 6 pets, and also getting chores/errands/tasks done like keeping the house clean, grocery shopping and cooking instead of frozen meals and doordash, etc. A couple weeks ago, I posted an ad on a roommate seeking page to "rent" out our spare bedroom. Except instead of money, the majority of the rent would be "paid" by helping us out with those sorts of tasks to help us live as close to a normal life as possible. I created a scaled system where the more assistance = the more the reduction in rent, with a very low cap on the money side of the rent bc we really don't want to take advantage of anyone or profit off renting out a room, so just enough to cover the basic costs. The goal was to find a mutually beneficial arrangement with someone who needed a place to live without paying the current horrifying rental prices of South FL, and was able bodied and capable of helping us out a bit (on their own schedule, around their other work/obligations).

I posted it pretty impulsively when I had the idea, thinking not many people would see it or respond to it, just sort of putting feelers out to see if there was any interest in that kind of arrangement. I specified female only (and of course got multiple messages from men). First thing the next morning, a woman who looks about my age sends me a message. She and her gf have been urgently looking for housing since the plans they had made had fallen through last minute, after they were already packed and everything with their lease ending at the end of February.

She was 100% good vibes right away. We messaged for a couple hours straight, just got talking, and intermittently throughout the day. It turned out there were so many strange coincidences between us, it was uncanny. And talking to her felt like talking to a close friend of many years, not a total stranger. That first day I talked to her, really good things happened to me the rest of the day. Solutions to problems that had been causing me stress for weeks or months fell into my lap. I'm not spiritual or superstitious or anything for the most part, but sometimes the universe is just screaming in your face that something is right.

We kept texting, and planned a video chat "wine date" to discuss the arrangement and get to know each other better. We talked for hours, past 2am, and it felt so natural. Never an awkward moment. We have very similar couple dynamics, we like the same lifestyle and hobbies, we have the exact same sense of humor and communication style, the first woman I had talked to and I go by the same nickname, their dog and one of our dogs are very similar breed mixes and born almost exactly just 1 month apart... I could go on. I mean we even buy the same brand of vapes 😅 They're clean freaks who enjoy cleaning together, and one of them is super into cooking and likes to keep an herb and vegetable garden (we have a huge backyard and have been longing for a garden for ages). I looked up their post in the group, which was posted weeks before mine, and they were a perfect match. We were looking for the exact same things in a roommate.

The decision was made that first video chat night (there have been more since). They were abso-fucking-lutely going to be our new roomies. I wrote up a unique lease, month to month like we both were looking for, and had it looked over by a lawyer, who said we're good to go. My wife and I have been gushing about them to all our friends and our parents. We've been calling it a "couples crush" 😂 I told them that, and they excitedly admitted they've been doing the same thing. My wife and I have also been so much happier and more productive and active since all this started.

These absolute angels have even offered to help us get the house clean from where it's at now instead of us rushing to deep clean before they arrive. They seem genuinely empathetic and like they want to help 😭 And we feel the same way about their housing and financial situation. We own the home, which means there's an inherent power dynamic when renting out a room, so I worked hard to talk to them and create a lease that would equalize as much as possible. My wife and I emphatically expressed that we want them to feel like it's fully their home - we remember from renting in the past how it can sometimes not feel like your home. For me, renting was damaging to my mental health. All the rules and restrictions made me feel unable to create a safe-feeling home environment. We don't want to put any restrictions on them when it comes to pets, drilling into walls, painting the room, re-landscaping the backyard, whatever. We also told them they're always welcome to give us feedback, communicate totally honestly with us about any of their needs, complaints, changes they want to the lease, etc.

Soooo with all that said... they're moving in on Friday! We are all counting the days. We already know we're gonna have a ton of fun together. We even agreed to have "family dinners" sitting together at the table a couple times a week 🙈 We are all just so dorky it's beautiful.

And! I accidentally said "gyns" referring to them in a message 😅 so I had to explain that, and they were SUPER interested and want us to teach them about radical feminism. Like??? We couldn't have created a more perfect roommate situation in a mad scientist's lab. I've been working on trusting my gut recently, as it never seems to lead me astray, and every instinct I have says this is Good.