#though you wouldn't be able to tell with how much stuff i've put him through OOF

[veampa]

Yandere alphabet sebastian michaelis

Gender neutral friendly!

Character(s)- sebastian michaelis

Warnings are tagged, please please PLEASE don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed any

That being said this is purely fictional and is in no way shape or form trying to romanticise these types of behaviours I am purely writing this for others enjoyment and because It's something I find interesting to write, please do not seek out relationships anywhere remotely like this and if you do find yourself in a relationship like this where you are unsafe please try and get somewhere safe if you are able to.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?- Sebastian isn't far too affectionate, after all he's a busy man his contract with the earl is a busy job after all, though there is times where he gets more touchy, hugging you close to him with the little bits of free time he has not budging when you yell and try to squirm out his grasp

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Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?- He doesn't care, if he's on a tighter schedule than it'll be less messy, if he has enough time then he can make it messy, though its not often he'll kill another.

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Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?- No, he understands it's gonna be a hard time for you to adjust so the least he could do is not mock you, though he might occasionally laugh at your futile escapes or your meek insults.

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Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?- Aparts from refusing to let you out and not letting you have interaction with anyone but mey-rin,no.

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Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?- He's not that vulnerable, or atleast he doesn't show it, he's a demon for crying out loud he can EASILY hide and lie about stuff, even if you don't believe him he can put up facades and wont end them till he decides.

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Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?- Depends really, theres a 15% chance he would react negatively to it, he understands you're going to have outbursts until you get used to your new life, though if he's had a particularly long day his patience will run thin, giving up and snapping at you, though majority of the time he just snickers and chuckles at your attempts.

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Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?- He finds it amusing the first few times doesn't mean he wont punish you though, he knows you won't be able to escape and if you do he'll find you. He's very knowing of your abilities and always seems to know your next move.

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Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?- When you tried to escape for the first time and he didn't talk for days, you were tied, bindfolded, had earplugs and gagged, causing you to get desperate and paranoid, the only time you wouldn't be gagged is when he came to feed you and give you something to drink by the end of it you were paranoid and didn't try escaping again for a few months.

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Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?- Any where you're happy with him, maybe even making a contract with him once his with Ciel's finishes.

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Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?- Not really, he knows that in the end of almost every possible universe where yous two know eachother you'll end up his.

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Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?- Calm, collected and understanding, he knows when to stop and what to do, but sometimes he gets alot more affectionate and forces his affection on you.

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Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?- He would have met you through lady elizabeth when visiting, you were one of her maids/butlers, he would approach you after hours when everyone else was asleep or busy.

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Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?- When he first met you he would put on a much sweeter facade, dropping it when he abducted you, still he would be sweet just not as much as he forced himself to do before hand.

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Naughty: How would they punish their darling?- Psychological punishments or threats.

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Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?- Freedom and privacy, you don't need either of that anymore after all he's taking care of you now.

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Patience: How patient are they with their darling?- his patience only runs thin on stressful days, so normally he's quite patient towards you.

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Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on- He wont let you, at all.

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Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?- Nope! He tells you and himself its to protect you (even though its more so his own greed).

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Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?- Curiousity mixed with greed.]

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Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?- at first he felt empathy towards you and your situation and would show it by holding you close to him.

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Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?- Be more understandng and patient.

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Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?- None :p.

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Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?- Physically no. Mentally yes.

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Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?- Sickly sweet compliments before he took you.

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Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?- It only took him three months before he abducted you.

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Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?- No he knows your limits and will stop just before he breaks them.

[aroaceleovaldez]

I’m a bit nervous about sending an ask, but the curiosity has won me over, hope this isn’t too many questions

You said you headcannon Leo Valdez as dragon kin so I was wondering, do you think he has shifts often, if at all? If so, does he generally have some types of shifts more often or is it more balanced? And do the other campers and the seven know? If they do, did he tell them or did they piece it together on their own? If he told them, did he have to explain a lot or were they kind of just like “okay” and didn’t question it a lot? Like they just accepted it and didn’t want to overstep or something is what I mean

I think maybe I’m overthinking this, I really hope I’m not asking too many questions or anything

It's no worries at all! Asks/questions are always welcome!

I think his most usual shifts would be teeth/scales, but they're a lot more subtle so he either doesn't notice them as much or can ignore them. Those ones are probably semi-regular for him but again, more subtle most of the time (most of the time... every once in awhile he gets hit with a stronger maw shift and he's just sitting there gnashing his teeth at the air for like an hour cause his mouth feels weird until it goes away). Maybe also horns.

Less common ones for him but ones he'd notice more are probably wings, tail, and talons. Talons i mostly just think would be funny for him cause he has his habit of tapping his fingers as a stim. Him getting tripped up from the phantom talons while trying to stim, being confused for a minute about why his fingers aren't touching the table and he just ends up tapping out morse code into the air a couple inches above his desk instead. Wings and tail would probably just be pretty standard phantom limbs - they're just there and he's aware of them and maybe able to move them a bit. I imagine he'd eventually try to make some 'kin gear to help with those shifts specifically just so his brain stops error 404ing when his dragon limbs pass through solid objects despite his brain thinking they should be able to tangibly interact.

I don't think Leo would know what otherkin/alterhuman is when he first meets the Argo II crew, and probably wouldn't get the opportunity to learn about it for awhile. He doesn't really have the vocabulary to explain how he's feeling - just that he Is A Dragon. The rest of the crew probably also doesn't know what otherkin/alterhuman is either so they don't have an explanation for him, but, yknow, demigod life is already so goddamn weird, if Leo says he's a dragon that's not the most abnormal thing they've heard that week and they'll just take his word for it and accept it. And Jason probably understands the feeling re: being a wolf therian, even though he doesn't have the vocabulary to explain it either, so there's at least some solidarity there.

Earlier on I think Leo would just crack a lot of jokes about being a dragon, not particularly explaining how he feels about it to the others but just kind of putting the concept out there. He might try to explain it if the topic comes up but, as mentioned before, just struggle too much to try and find the words for it (the adhd/dyslexia/autism wording problems do not help there). I do like to think though that, due to their Hades/Pluto kid soul powers, Nico and Hazel would actually be able to pick up on spiritual-origin otherkin/therians/etc if they focused on it - Nico in particular, probably a lot more passively - and be able to kind of see phantom limbs/shifts sometimes (cause goodness knows how souls/spirit stuff works in the Riordanverse and I can have my self-indulgent silly alterhuman worldbuilding hcs if i want to - also at least partially inspired by some journal posts i've read of people mentioning people/animals/automatic doors picking up on their phantom limbs and being able to track the movement and stuff. if any demigod would be able to do that it's gonna be the kids with literal soul/phantom powers). I just find the concept amusing of Leo trying to explain this extremely metaphysical experience and Nico's just off to the side like "Oh yeah no, your soul is a dragon. Like, very literally. Dunno how that happened but good for you. btw why do you have ghost wings sometimes?" And Leo's grateful for someone helping him explain it but also isn't sure how he should react to statement. Eventually though one of the crew stumbles across alterhuman stuff - probably Leo or Annabeth, most likely accidentally through looking into daemonism stuff (you know they both read His Dark Materials) - and they put two and two together and finally have a means to explain it and Leo could not be more relieved (though he still doesn't know how to feel about Nico's soul comments).

I love rotating alterhuman demigods in my brain

[vashsmunch]

Being enough NSFW

Millions Knives x Transmasc! Reader (MINORS DNI!)

Synopsis: post trimax knives and you have some quality talk before fucking LMAO Warnings: 2.1k words, hurt/comfort (that's all i write), extremely subby knives, pre-op reader, body dysmorphia, self worth issues, plant pussy WOOO, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pretty bitch knives A/N: okay im ngl, i had a really hard time trying to figure out how to write this LMAO. it was initially a birthday gift for my friend but i had never written transmasc stuff before, so i struggled in how to make it not feel like just fem reader stuff. i think i did alright though! transmasc people deserve more love <3 i also kind of missed knives (bleh), and i enjoy the thought of post trimax him having a crushing amount of guilt. hope yall like it ^^

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“Nervous, huh?"

You blew into Nai's ear, and he flinched, leaning away from you. "Not... necessarily."

Sitting back on your heels, you cocked your head at him. He was lying, that much was clear. His eyes were purposely avoiding yours, and he was as stiff as a board. Sure, this was... new, but that didn't explain why he was acting so evasive. Did he not want this? Your fingers instinctively fiddled with the blankets on the bed you two were on, trying to ease your own nerves that were starting to stir up. Dark thoughts ran past your mind as the silence grew even more heavy. Maybe... no. You wouldn't start with that.

You hesitated before leaning forward to take his hand, making sure to not tighten your grip too much. Your voice was quiet as you murmured to him, trying to be calm for both of your sakes. "Hey, I know that this is your first time, but it's gonna be okay. You can back out anytime you want, and I promise I'll be slow. Unless.. there's something else you want to talk about?"

There was another long pause before Nai sighed heavily, turning his body to face yours but still looking down. He tightened his grip around your hand, and you noted that his own was trembling. "It's hard for me to explain."

"I'm smarter than you think. Try me."

His thumb pressed against the flesh of your knuckle, his leg starting to bounce a bit. "This is something I want, something I desire. That's not something I want you to doubt, nor is it something I've ever had second thoughts about," You breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he said this. At least it wasn't what you were dreading. "The issue lies more in whether... I deserve it."

Frowning, you leaned forward to put your face in front of his, your hand raised to cup his cheek. "Hey, hey, none of that. I wouldn't be here if you didn't, I don't fuck people just for shits and giggles, ya know."

Your joke made his lips curl into a tiny smile, but there was still something there that you knew he wasn't telling you about. Thumb brushing against his cheek, you gave him a soft kiss. "I'm not gonna do anything unless you're fully transparent with me. I don't want you to regret this. Please Nai, what's wrong?" 

"I just..." His voice quivered as he whispered against your lips. "Are you not frightened? Are you not aggrieved? The people I hurt... friends of yours that I may have killed... do you not mourn for them? Is this truly something that you want with me, of all people? I will never be able to take that away from you, no matter how many years go by or how many apologies I utter. There will always be the knowledge of knowing you're with a murderer, and I would rather you be happy than drag you down to the hell I've built myself."

A pang rang out in your heart as he finished, and you couldn't help but feel so utterly destroyed. Here you were, thinking he was having regrets about being with someone like you while he was still grieving the suffering his actions caused. You were quiet, trying to think of an appropriate response. 

Finally, you spoke up. "I'm not going to discount the lives of people who were hurt. But I won't ignore the hell you went through either. You were just a child when you saw Tesla, Nai, and people grieve in different ways. This doesn't excuse what you did, but I can understand. Please know I will never hold this against you, nor will I resent you for it. You're trying to repent, and that's what matters," You saw tears well up in his eyes and you gently wiped at them before continuing. "You deserve to feel loved as much as anyone else, and I do love you. I love you so much, Nai, that it aches every time I think of you. The way you treat me, and the softness I see in our interactions, I know you're doing your best. Let me love you, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to make you understand this. I know it's hard, but I'm asking you to trust me. Can you do that? For me?"

He finally met your gaze and salty streams started to flow down his cheeks as he nodded. You moved to hug him, and he clutched at you, crying silently. Rubbing his back, you continued to coo and assure him, your own eyes brimming with liquid. He truly was a tortured soul, and you couldn't blame him. Eventually, you pulled back a bit and smiled at him. "Now, are you going to let me fuck you or not?"

A soft chuckle left his lips as he closed the distance again, kissing you. You helped him remove his sweater and pants, having him lay down on the bed. As your fingers grazed down the length of his muscular stomach, he reached down to grasp your hand. You looked up at him quizzically and saw his cheeks flushed a faint pink. "I must warn you, dove. There might be a bit of shock when you see what's there. I'm not... normal. At least in terms of anatomy humans usually have."

"Do you have something I can eat out?" His mouth dropped open at the vulgarity of your question, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Then I'll be fine. I promise, Nai. If anything, I'll probably be fascinated. Strange genitals don't even compare to the fact that you can manifest literal knives." It wasn't like you had the place to judge, considering your own body. 

With that in mind, your fingers absentmindedly traced the dips of his stomach, wondering how to approach this next part. Eventually, you managed to speak up, voice cracking a bit as you looked down. "You're not the only one who's had doubts about this. But I have... for different reasons," Nai didn't say a word, making you rush to fill the empty air with explanation. "You know I'm not biologically male. We talked about it a bit before, but I never really went into detail; mostly because I didn't know how to continue with the topic. But it's made me wonder if you'd prefer to... I don't know. Be with someone who has the means to please you? In a way I just can't." 

You bit your lip, knowing it wasn't just about that. There were often times when you felt.. unfinished. Impure would be a better word. Especially when you were with someone like Nai, someone who literally embodied the definition of a fallen angel. He was beautiful in a way that was so inhuman, that it made you wonder if he was truly happy being with someone that happened to be far from the definition of perfect. At least in terms of standard bodily expectations. 

Nai's hand came to take you in his palm, tilting your head up to his gaze. His face was riddled with guilt, and it made your heart ache. It was your last wish to make him feel bad for anything, especially with your own foolish little worries. He came to press his forehead against yours, his words in a low whisper. "I've witnessed many things in my years of living. I've seen looks of distress and heard cries of horror, many of which were caused by my hand. There are few things that I would consider to be dear to me, as I thought I wasn't capable of feeling such things," A small smile graced his face as he thumbed at your cheek, trying to comfort you with sadness in his eyes. "But you... you are everything I don't deserve and something I refuse to lose. I've spent so long looking for something to fill the void that was left in my heart after witnessing the death of my sister. And I finally found it. I regret all I've done thus far, but I would do it again if it led me to you once more. Please believe me when I say you mean the world to me, and I've seen the world. Nothing could compare to the beauty you are."

You weren't going to cry. You weren't. Fuck you were crying.

Swiping furiously at your eyes, you laughed softly. "You really know how to make someone feel good about themselves, you know that?"

"I simply said what was in my heart. And you are my heart."

With a loud sniff, you looked back at him with a playfully agitated face. "Can I fuck you now or are we going to stay here and bawl our eyes out until dehydration?" He chuckled as a soft pink graced the tips of his ears, finally letting go of you. With a comforting squeeze of his hip, you waited for him to nod his consent before coming back down to his crotch and tugging down his underwear. 

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Petals? You tilted your head a bit, examining closer. Yeah, petals. Reaching out hesitantly, you gently stroked the length of what seemed to be a flower twisted up on itself, and you heard him let out a quiet hiss. Soft-hued PLANT marks lined the length of his thighs and pelvis, his anatomy resembling a pussy more than what a guy usually had. If you remember correctly, the petals would be covering what was the pistil.  The more you touched him, little tendrils of what you would assume to be the stamens crept their way from the opening as the petals parted themselves. They wrapped around your wrist but made no move to stop you as you encouraged the petals to reveal more.

"H-hah... Wait...!" Nai cried out as you slid your fingers up and down the outside of his hole, lathering them in fluid. His eyes fluttered shut, his breathing becoming more and more labored. You looked up at him, encouraging him to stop you if needed, but all he offered was a pathetically submissive look through half-lidded eyes. Taking this as an incentive, you continued to explore him, growing increasingly curious about the swollen nub that sat prettily nestled between his folds. It must be the PLANT version of a clit.

You took the bud between your fingers and gave it a gentle pinch, and Nai bucked his hips up into your touch, whimpering. "S-sensitive!" There was something so salaciously intriguing about seeing the usually composed man become undone, so you continued. Rolling and caressing his clit whilst bringing your other hand to prod at his entrance before sinking a finger into him. He let out a soft whine as his body tensed up, pleasure visibly coursing throughout him as he came from the pressure alone. You coaxed him through it, pumping your finger in and out until he was writhing around and begging you to stop. 

Nai's voice was weak and strained, calling your name out in broken chants. You didn't though, knowing that if he truly wanted to, he could forcibly make you stop. Seeing as he didn't, you kept fucking him, eventually adding another finger whilst curling them against his puffy, slick walls. You felt around, paying attention to each arch of his back and twitch of his body, making sure to adjust your ministrations in turn. Tears started to build up in his eyes as he shamelessly humped your fingers, seeming to relish in the lewd wet sounds his cunt was making. He was so beautiful like this, it wasn't hard to believe he was a PLANT. Especially when his glyphs gradually appeared on his skin, pulsing with a soft light in time with each of his moans. He was ethereal in every sense in the world, and you were breaking him to his very core. 

Nai cried pathetic little pleas as you felt his walls clench around your fingers even tighter, growing close to his second high. "Please... please I- I can't-!" 

You hushed him, coming up to kiss him softly as you kept hitting all the places that had him melting into your touch. You rubbed harshly against his clit, your lip curling into a smile. "You can." He wailed, his hands scrambling to find something to clutch onto as he came again, his body spasming as his patterned skin glowed brighter, almost blinding you with the way they lit up the room.

Finally easing up, you gingerly pulled your hand away from his dripping hole, fascinated by the glittery cum that enveloped your fingers. You scissored your them open and closed, becoming acutely aware of Nai still recovering from his intense orgasm. His chest was collapsing in on itself, arm draped over his face as he panted hard. You gently pulled it away from his eyes, having him meet your gaze. A tilt of your head and a laugh left your lips as you caressed his cheek. "See? Not that bad, now was it?"

He spent a few long moments catching his breath before he smiled back weakly. "You'll be the death of me, dear." 

[bingbongsupremacy]

The Nanny Pt. 3

Pairing: Father! Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: I've never been on tour so the set up with how it's planned is probably wrong.

Series Summary: Years ago you and Eddie used to be friends. After you graduated, you two fell out of contact. After years of not speaking to each other, Eddie offers you a job you can't resist; be a nanny for his little girl.

Part Summary: Being a nanny for the child of a famous man is a lot harder then you expected. Will you be able to handle it?

*Not Proof Read*

Tag List: @maskofmirrors @saucypeanuttt @hugdealer

Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

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This is it. We're going to fly.

I look out of the small airplane window beside me. We're so high up.

The sky is bright blue with minimal clouds. That helps relieve some of my anxiety. At least we don't have to worry about a tropical storm or something.

We're still so high up though. If someone were to fall off the plane, even when it was touching the ground, it definitely wouldn't be pretty.

In a few minutes we're going to be thousands of feet in the air. That's terrifying.

" You alright? " Eddie's voice breaks through my thoughts. He glances up at me from a random rock magazine in his hands.

I nod stiffly, pulling my gaze from the window. I take a small breath to help myself calm down. " Yeah, I've just never been on a plane before. I guess I'm a little nervous. " I admit while beginning to play with my fingers. " Flying over the ocean is freaking me out a bit. "

Eddie sets his magazine on his lap and turns his full attention to me. " It's going to be alright. I've done this a million times. Nothing's happened then and nothing will happen now. Just try to distract yourself. " He reassures me. " Here. " He pulls out another magazine, this one also about metal music news. " It's band stuff so I hope you don't mind, but it might help to take your mind off of everything. Plus there's a pretty fire crossword puzzle in the back. " He says with a grin, trying to help me feel better.

I smile at him. " Thanks, Ed. "

Eddie's grin widens at the use of his nickname. " Why of course, m' lady. " He exaggerates a playful bow in his seat.

I roll my eyes. " You're a clown. "

" Actually, I prefer the term Jester. " Eddie laughs at my reaction. He glances to the chair next to him where Rose is curled up against the arm rest. The look of pure adoration in Eddie's eyes sends a flutter of happiness through my body.

He loves her so much. He's matured a lot since High school. I never would've pictured him to be this responsible. It's amazing what having a child can do to a person. He just wants the best for her.

" She's a great kid. " I compliment.

Eddie nods in agreement. " I'm very lucky. She's put up with a lot, especially with the tour and everything. "

I wonder where her mom is? I haven't heard Eddie mention anything about her and Rose never calls her.

" If you don't mind me asking, " I begin cautiously. " where's her mother? "

6 months seems very long for a kid to be apart from their parent, especially when they're as young as Rose.

A flicker of anger crosses Eddie's expression.

Worried I offended him, I try to fix it. " You don't have to tell me. Sorry, that was very personal, I shouldn't have asked. "

Eddie shakes his head. He gently pulls the blanket around Rose's small shoulder. " No, you didn't do anything wrong. " He sighs. " It's...it's a long story. "

Overhead the pilot announces that we will be taking off. My hands clamp onto my arm rests as we suddenly begin to move. I refuse to look out of the windows, focusing my attention on our conversation. " Well, lucky for you, I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon. " I nod towards the window. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the ground rush by. We're going to fucking fast.

When we pick up from the ground my stomach drops. A weird unsettled feeling courses through my body. I try to ignore it.

It's okay. It's just a plane.

Yeah a plane thousands of feet in the fucking air.

Eddie seems to pick up on my distress. He leans forward in his seat, as well as forward as the seat belt will allow him to go, and he pats my knee. " It's gonna be alright, Y/N. " He glances over at Rose who's still sleeping and very much unbothered by what's going on around her. " Her mom is a model I met at a party a few years ago. We dated for a bit and then we found out she was pregnant. " Eddie sighs. " She wasn't that interested in being a mom, her career was just taking off. We tried to stay together at least until Rose was born but she wasn't happy. We decided it was best if we broke up. She isn't around much. She's still out there 'finding' herself. She's supposed to come see one of the shows when we get back into the States. She wants to see Rose. We'll see how that goes. She doesn't even bother with child support so I wouldn't be surprised if it's too difficult for her to make it out to see Rose. " He doesn't sound like he carries much belief in the woman.

" I'm so sorry. " I send him a sympathetic look. " That's very rough. "

Eddie shakes his head. " It's alright. I've got Rose and Rose's got me. She doesn't need anyone else. " He tenderly brushes a strand of hair out of the young girl's eyes. " Besides, now she's got an awesome nanny who will be there for here when I can't. " He sends me a smile.

" Of course. "

I've only been around the little girl for a little while but I'm starting to grow more and more protective over her.

Eddie and I continue to talk and eventually, my fears of flying begin to subside and I can finally relax.

It's nice catching up with Eddie. It's been so long since we've seen each other. I forgot how easy he is to be around. In many ways he's changed but in so many others he's exactly the same. He's kind and funny. He cares about what I have to say.

Things my ex struggled with at times.

I don't even realize when I begin to fall asleep. The peaceful atmosphere along with Eddie's soft voice lull me into a hazy state.

" Y/N? " Eddie's voice feels distant and quiet.

I don't respond, my lips feeling too heavy to move. I manage to muster up enough strength to crack my eyes open just enough to see through my lashes.

" Can I get a blanket please? " Eddie asks a nearby flight attendant. She quickly returns with a blanket which he opens up.

I hear the faint click of his seat belt as he takes it off. He shuffles around for a moment before leaning towards me.

My eyes, too heavy for me to keep open, close completely. I feel Eddie's gentle hands tuck the soft blanket around my shoulders. His touch is light as if he's scared of waking me up.

" Sleep well, Y/N. I'm so glad I ran into you. " His voice is so quiet I almost miss his words.

Too exhausted to think over his words, I let my mind slip into darkness, the feeling of safety and comfort completely surrounding me.

I missed Eddie.

*****

" How the fuck did they find out we were going to be here? " Eddie's slightly panicked voice.

My eyes widen at the sight in front of us. Dozens-no hundreds- of people are gathered around the entrance of the hotel we're supposed to be staying. Some are carrying large cameras with blinding flashes that go off as they snap pictures of the car. Others are loudly screaming and carrying signs. Everyone is loud and their eyes are desperate for a chance to see or be noticed by one of the boys.

" Someone must've leaked where you're staying. " Eddie's body guard, Tony, sighs. " Don't worry Ed, we'll get you guys in there safely. " He leans over to say something to the driver.

Eddie turns to me. " I forgot to pack sun glasses for you guys so this is what we're going to do. I'm going to get out and cover you two with my jacket. Keep her face hidden. Try not to look into the flash, that shit can blind you. " He pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his backpack and slips them on. " Trust me, it's not fun stumbling around while not being able to see. Don't worry about the bags. I'll send someone back to grab everything. "

I take Rose out of her car seat and pull her hood up. Eddie waits for me to get ready before he finally opens the door.

Noise floods into the car and the light is so much brighter than what the tinted windows let through.

I'm terrified. The crowd looks uncontrollable and hungry for the attention of Eddie.

The hotel's security struggles to keep a clear path for us to walk through. They firmly tell the crowd to back up but their voices only end up blending with the chaos of the screaming fans and inquisitive paparazzi's.

Eddie keeps true to his word. As soon as he's out of the car he turns his back to the crowd and holds his jacket out.

I hurry towards him, terrified of being in this mess longer than we have to be.

One of Eddie's arms snakes around my shoulders to block out the flashing lights. I tuck into his side, pulling Rose closer.

I keep my head down to watch my feet and keep an eye on Rose who's now restlessly twisting in my arms. The noise and lights are too overwhelming for her, she looks like she's about to burst into tears.

" Daddy! " She squeaks while trying to reach for the man. I struggle to keep a good grasp on her.

" It's okay, Rosie. It's okay. " His voice is calm, but I can tell he's nervous. His body is tense against mine and he's basically holding onto my shoulder for his life.

" Eddie! Who's with you right now? It this a new partner? " Someone shouts from around us.

" Is Rose there? How old is she now? "

" What do you have to say about the band that allegedly copied one of your songs? "

" Show us who you're with! "

Questions dart through the air causing an overwhelming feeling to flood me. There's so much going on.

" Back up! Back up! " Tony demands ahead of us.

" Please give us some space. We're just trying to get into the hotel. " Eddie's voice is forcibly polite.

It'll be over soon. We're almost there, right?

Damn it this walk feels like it's taken an eternity. The entrance really didn't seem this far away from the car.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot of hand reach under the jacket. It roughly yanks me back, causing me to slam further into Eddie. I let out a small gasp in surprise, my eyes widening.

Eddie firmly holds me down so I don't fall backwards, both of his arms grabbing onto me. " What the fuck! " He exclaims, pulling me further towards him and away from the person who grabbed me.

The jacket slips down slightly and I'm able to peek out over the top.

Rose is now full on sobbing, terrified of the sudden rough movements. Her small hands cling onto my shirt, looking for any form of comfort. The top of her head slightly peers out from between Eddie and I revealing one of her tear filled eyes.

I pull one of my hands over her face, trying to bounce her slightly.

I don't know what the fuck to do? How am I supposed to comfort a child when I don't even feel safe myself.

Eddie's livid. He sends a rough look towards the paparazzi who yanked me. " What the fuck is your problem? Don't touch them! Back the fuck off, you entitled piece of shit. We're fucking people! My daughter's right here! You could've hurt them both. " His grip around me is tight and protective.

The man's eyes widen in surprise. He's momentarily paused from taking pictures. " Hey man, I didn't mean anything buy it. I was just trying to get your attention. "

" Well you fucking got it. " Eddie snaps.

I haven't seen him this mad since failed Mr. Ryan's chem class for the 3rd time.

" Eddie please, let's get inside. " I beg the man.

Eddie's eyes shift towards us. His anger seems to morph into slight concern at the sight of our state. " Yeah, I'm sorry. Let's go. "

He sends one last nasty look towards the man who pulled me before we continue towards the hotel.

Eddie was right. These lights are blinding. If Eddie wasn't holding my shoulder's I'd definitely fall.

We finally make inside and I let out a breath of relief.

The doors close behind us and immediately security guards stand in front of them to block the entry of the nosy mob.

Eddie lets go of me and immediately reaches for his daughter. He shields her from the windows by blocking everyone's view with his back. " Oh, baby. " He mumbles with guilt. " I'm so sorry. Daddy's sorry. " He gently rubs circles into her small shaking back.

We make our way further in to the hotel and finally out of the view of the mob outside.

The crying seems to have worn out Rose because by the time we reach the front desk she's passed out. Not that I blame her, the whole day's been exhausting.

We collect our keys from the front desk before beginning our journey to find our rooms.

" This was a mistake. I shouldn't have brought her here. What if she's like traumatized now? She's too young for all this crap. " Eddie mumbles in concern.

" Hey, she's going to be alright. " I try to reassure him. " She's a strong little kid, she'll be okay. Don't beat yourself up too much about it. "

Eddie doesn't look like he believes me. Instead of voicing his concerns further, he chooses to nod and remain silent.

We finally come across the massive suite we're staying in. As soon as we enter we're greeted by a large common area with a beautiful gift basket full of treats. To the side is a small kitchen and bathroom.

Eddie disappears into one of the other rooms, one I'm assuming is a bedroom.

I make my way into the other room and a rush of exhaustion hits my body. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I saw the bed.

I abandon my backpack near the door and flop onto the bed. A small sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes to block out the bright lights.

This is going to be harder then I thought.

[jihyocentric]

I feel like Sana would have a breaking point and that would be if jihyo did get pregnant and acted like the baby was her partners

It would feel like a real slap to her face by being reduced to basically nothing in her own child's life

Even if we really love someone there's always a limit to how much of a fool we'll make of ourselves

I feel like she would try to meet new people bcs she'd be tired of always being the second choice, even if her hearts still on jihyo, she won't be made a fool anymore

I've been in her place, so I know how it feels like to hold onto smth that will never have a future, but hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would put you in first place

Really I was an idiot for hoping it would ever change, and I'm not proud of getting with someone in a relationship, but shit love hurts

Everytime she would text me, I had hope she would tell me that she's going to dump her boyfriend finally, illusion broke when she told me he proposed and she accepted, that was my wake up slap

I also realised that if she cheated on him, she would totally cheat on me with someone else

But now I have a loving partner and we are happily together ♥️

first of all i'm so sorry you went through this. i don't really know what to say, but i'm happy you found someone who cherishes you!!

i don't see this being 100% the case for that sahyo, though... honestly i just wrote that bc sometimes cheater jihyo is kinda hot so i wasn't thinking about expanding anything... just self indulgent stuff.

that sana did some sort of corruption with her and she's pretty manipulative, hence jihyo was crying. she does love her partner and feels guilty just as much as she wants sana... and sana knew from the beginning that their relationship would be like that if she insisted on being with jihyo.

they're pretty much just a different side of the same coin. jihyo cheats and shares her heart with her partner and with sana. she's definitely toxic with sana, but sana is just as toxic as she is... of course i would agree jihyo is more in the wrong as she is the one doing the cheating, but they're pretty much... abusive? on the same level.

again, i wasn't really thinking about expanding that lil drabble (and i won't really write a sequel), but here's what i think would happen to their future if jihyo happened to get pregnant: maternity makes jihyo realize she has to put an end on her thing with sana and she has to tell her partner the truth.

after becoming aware of how harmful she was to her partner, i believe jihyo wouldn't be able to forgive herself. ever. and she would probably want to end things with her partner as well, but i think the partner would just love her so much that they would eventually forgive her and ask her to stay. or... they would just stay in jihyo's life.

like maybe they break up and meanwhile jihyo is focused on keeping herself and her baby healthy, and she completely shuts sana off for sana's own good - they don't belong together, really. and jihyo would need time. sana would, too, but she probably wouldn't think so. (i was thinking about jeongyeon being the partner so i'll just say it's jeongyeon from now on.)

towards the last month of jihyo's pregnancy, i think jeongyeon would notice that jihyo was alone. of course, jihyo would still keep sana updated, but she wouldn't keep or want sana close. i can see her letting sana see their baby whenever she wants when the baby is out of the womb, but not while she's pregnant, because, again, she needs time.

and i think jihyo would be a mess... so jeongyeon would just show up and make everything better again, as a friend first, then as a lover again. i really think this sana wouldn't want to be a part of her kid's life if she knew jihyo would stay with jeongyeon. maybe jihyo and jeongyeon even get married, and sana would always feel like a bystander. jihyo's baby would already have another mom, so what would sana do there when jeongyeon already does everything?

sana would probably just leave and start a new life somewhere else, letting jeongyeon be the baby's mama, because that would be better for all of them. and for the baby. jihyo would feel guilty and undeserving of jeongyeon's love for the rest of her life, and, well, she really is/was. but i also think they would both sometimes, even if momentarily, forgive themselves and find happiness in the small things that life offers.

[aswho1estuff]

I love it, my designer

EP #2

Dior for I adore, Versace I can't stay away

Plot- Taylor feels understood, cherish, and quite frankly loved the problem is her husband isn’t anywhere in the equation. The root of the problem is the model her husband assigned her to photograph.

Masterlist

"Lemme lock this up and we're out" I say putting my keys in my purse. "Not the silent treatment" I announce laughing. Looking up I follow Diana's gaze to meet Hyunjin.

"Oh, hi Ms. Carter, and ?" Hyunjin says walking over."Hey this is Diana my friend, what are you doing here today?" I say shaking his hand after Diana "Well I'm moving my activities under this company and need a stylist soon, So everyone told me come to you".

"You should definitely work with Sasha then, she's one of the best assets here" Diana jumps in poking me forward. "That would be wonderful actually" Hyunjin grins at Diana. Pushing her I say "Don't mind her, when do you need the outfit".

"I'll need them in two weeks actually, one for the carpet and another for the after party" he lets out low. I sigh laughing "I'm gonna need all your time these two weeks then no debates". "My lips are sealed" Hyunjin whispers.

"We should take him to lunch with us then" Diana says quickly almost giving me whiplash "you know for business and time management and stuff" she lets out sheepishly.

"And that's when she came with me up to that school id never seen those girls so scared before" Diana cackles at the retailing making me and Hyunjin laugh. "You've always been so caring huh" he says leaning over.

"she has don't let her tell you otherwise, that's why I'm glad you were able to care for her yesterday" Diana says softly she's always worried about me even though I'm older. "It was my pleasure really, I enjoyed every minute truly" Hyunjin states smiling.

"did something happen that day though before I came? if I can ask of course" Hyunjin asks low. "It's alright it was just my anniversary that day and it didn't go how I planned it would" I elaborate.

"I didn't know it was your anniversary I would have got you something" "Hyunjin you don't have to do that, it's alright" I cant fathom the thought that he and Diana would be the only ones who'd actually given me gift.

"Well if not for your anniversary then I should get you something for our anniversary yesterday was the first day we met. You became my photographer and now stylist I think our relationship will be a long and beautiful one" Hyunjin says smiling. "Oh sorry y'all, my rides here gotta head back to the office but have fun" Diana says grabbing her purse as we wave her off.

"let's get to business then, your manager has messaged me with your brand deals so we can hit up a shop nearby for inspiration" I say muddling through my purse grabbing my wallet. "No need I've already got it" "you sure?" I ask "I want to".

Ohh this purse is cute wait look at those shoes. "You should try them on, a little pleasure with business is okay" Hyunjin slightly smiles. "I couldn't.... maybe just for a second" I say grabbing the shoes from him. Throwing my shoes off I put them on "wow okay she's cute" I say pointing to the shoes "indeed she is" Hyunjin adds laughing.

"okay let me take em off before I get attached" gigging I sit down reaching for the shoe Hyunjin stops my hand "you don't want them?" He asks confused. "I shouldn't Ive got enough shoes really you know" I reply slowly pulling off the shoes. These are gonna live in my dreams for weeks "but you can never have too much of what you like" Hyunjin says helping me up.

"well I think daniel would disagree and he's right I do have too many shoes, I probably wouldn't wear them often anyways I'm more of a purse girl" I say putting them back.

"You've got a package" Daniel says putting it on the bed. "Thanks?" I tell him as he walks out closing the door. Versace? This can't be I think Opening the box to find a note.

"I got the black purse so you can switch with the white one you have. Our first anniversary of many years to come I hope." - Hyunjin

Masterlist

<-Ep. #1 Ep.#3->

[professionalakazasimp]

Douma x Reader

Part 6

-Interactive game-

[AFAB reader]

Choice made:

"Agree but insist on knowing what he needs you for"

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, brief mention on corpses, messed up thoughts in general lmao

"I'd like to come with you, but I really need to know where we're going first." Your voice had a hint doubt and suspicion.

"Ah, this is a stubborn one." He thought to himself. He couldn't say he felt upset about it. Heck, he couldn't feel anything about it. Though he was a little amused to see you act all careful while already being his prisoner, his slave.

Though he couldn't just straight up tell you the truth to where he was taking you or what he was going to do to you, that would really make you fussy for sure.

"Aw, dear, but that'll ruin the surprise, will it not?

It really saddens me that even though I've done so much for you, you still don't trust me even a little."

You were dumbstruck, him saying this, it leaves you no choice. If you apologize and still wish to know more, it'd put a bad impression on him and he might even kick you out sooner, but if you do go—

You shake your head, repeating to yourself in your mind that if Douma had any bad intentions, he would've already done them, since you were just a defenseless, injured person at an unknown location.

"Ah sorry, I have trust issues because of past incidents. You don't need to tell me where we're going. I'll come along." You finally respond.

The fly really flew right into the web, huh?

"That's great! And it's okay, I wasn't upset anyway." He replied in a cheerful manner.

"I'll send you some nice clothes to wear soon. Be ready by 9, alright?"

He asked, but left before even hearing your answer. That's okay, you wouldn't have been able to answer him anyway. You were too busy processing what just happened.

~•◇•~

The sun went down, as did Douma down the staircase. He is a demon, and he has his own set of "responsibilities", but he doesn't really care. He wanted to have fun with you instead.

His plan for you was to take you to that one part in the forest he threw all the remains of his meals. It was quite a beautiful spot if you ignored the rows and piles of ribs, skulls and other bones.

He couldn't wait to see your reaction. It'll be so funny and cute, at least for him. It wasn't his fault he found it amusing to do this.

He wondered if you'd be terrified, traumatized, angry or all three.

Well, doesn't matter, all of them are entertaining reactions.

He'd decide whether to eat you, let you live or do something else to you after that and he had quite a few ideas.

~•◇•~

Some time passed and you finally got those clothes he was talking about.

A woman wearing a plain white kimono, with her hair tied into a bun brought it for you. She was weirdly quiet like the rest of the people here, and by "rest", you mean that one man you saw talking to Douna a while ago. There weren't many people here were there? Or maybe there were but you never got to speak to them.

Even after you thanked the woman in a cheerful voice, she simply nodded with her head facing facing downward and left. How strange.

"Woah..." you mumbled while inspecting the clothes sent to you. This was expensive stuff.

It was a red kimono with blue and purple lotus patterns in what seemed like water at the bottom. There was a blue sash with it too. It was really sweet to the eyes.

You wondered again why Douma was doing this for you. Could it be that...he likes you romantically? You really don't have many complaints if that's the case. You're willing to give it a shot.

You look at the clock on the wall, its 8:36 pm. You rush to get ready with what time you had.

~•◇•~

Finally out of the unguarded confines of your room, you walk around the mansion. It was kind of eerie despite being so clean and well kept. It had a few bright lights on the ceiling right above the hall accessible through the double staircase. Other than that, there were a few dim lanterns here and there.

Even though it wasn't wrong for you to be here, you felt like a princess trying to escape her prison in an unknown territory like in the books you often read. Maybe it was like that. You knew absolutely nothing right now. Not even knowing where to go from here or where Douma was.

[animehouse-moe]

Ousama Ranking Season 2 Episode 5: The Law of The Underworld | A White Horse In Love | The Gentle Soldier, Hokuro

So I heard you wanted to put filler in your anime? Well, Ousama Ranking is effectively the gold standard for filler. Sorry, I don't make the rules. I just know something's good when I see it. Contextualizing previous events, exploring characters in more detail and where they find their starts and how they wormed their way into the story, and just plain dumb fun. This new season/OVA of Ousama Ranking does it all and then some, putting to shame entire series.

First thing's first though, this episode is more like two parts plus an interlude, if that makes sense. It's a piece about Ouken and the Underworld, followed by a brief break with Despa's horse Hakuo, and then followed about with Hokuro's story.

Let's go in order though, at least, meaning we'll start with the story of Ouken. This one was rather surprising, I wouldn't say it's simple but is has a strong beat to how the story's approached, and I'd say I definitely like it. Risking your life to find an answer to a curse is a brave thing to do, and I think they framed it well enough. It doesn't come off too preachy or out of touch with the core of Ousama Ranking, but stretches it just enough to get something different yet believable out of it.

In terms of what I didn't expect from this story, was that we find out just how Despa comes into contact with the people that he uses to test Bojji. A really interesting little detail that just serves to help flesh out that side of things, taking the opportunity to explain details and provide exposition on things they might not have otherwise been able to. Just feels like the perfect example of good filler in that regard, as it's telling its own story while weaving pieces of the main story into it.

Past that, I don't really think there's much else to say about this part of the episode. Well done, very well animated and storyboard, and enjoyable to watch. Though not as enjoyable as the Hakuo interlude.

This part was just pure comedy, and I loved every second of it. That's all there is to it, funny humor that gives viewers a break during the episode and runs with the freedom that filler/OVA gives teams.

And last but not least, Hokuro. Man, I really really liked this one. It's a great little story to show just how much Hokuro likes Bojji, and the impact he made on his life at a low point. It's incredibly endearing and heartwarming, and goes really far to show just how dedicated Hokuro is to Bojji.

Whether it's through learning sign language so he can talk with him, or becoming a soldier just so he can work in the same castle that Bojji lives in, or even putting his life on the line for the little prince when nobody else would. His character shows so much dedication and passion that Bojji was able to bring him.

And, of course, WIT goes all out for the episode once more. Creative and full of life and style, and the environment art continues to be absolutely stunning. Really, I'm going to run out of praise before this season ends. There's just too much good about each episode, so I've exhausted my vocabulary explaining them, and well, they're not massively important or big story developments, so there's not a world of stuff to talk about with them. Just an outstanding continuation for Ousama Ranking all around.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

ooooooo prompt time :DDD

so, for your recent prompt list; magnus and merle with 5?

5. Oh so you spend your money on plushies? Like, often? You spend your money on plushies and can lay them all out on your bed and flop into them and get so snuggly and cozy? I’m. not jealous at all I’m so mature haha I don’t have a single plush friend to snuggle at night, like you do, 

--

Maybe the worst thing about moving up to the moon was that Magnus had to move all his shit up with him. It's not like he had a lot- most of the most important things he owned could fit in a travel pack and Magnus wasn't about to carry his woodworking tools on him at all times. Though, seeing how weird this whole mission turned out, maybe he should. Did the Bureau have wood-based enemies? He'd have to ask.

No, but the "moving all his stuff" thing was awful. Partly because of the emotional burden of it all. Whatever had been left of his- of their home in Raven's Roost had been sent to live in a new house with some people who had lived a few doors down from where Julia grew up. He didn't live with them now, per se, but he did kind of store all his stuff there and, y'know, hung around between adventures. But Magnus definetely wasn't ready to go digging through all of that.

Mostly, it was just tedious. You could only fit so much in a giant orb that fell from the sky and not being able to tell your friends where it came from or why it was there or where the hell you were going next was hard. In the end, Magnus managed to fit a few suitcases full of clothes and miscellaneous objects into the sphere, along with a large box of stuffed animals.

He wasn't the first to arrive back in the room. Robbie was out (more like passed out, dead to the world on the front steps of the Fantasy Costco), but Taako was chilling on the top bunk he had claimed for himself. He peeked out at Magnus when he barged his way into the room and eventually left because Magnus was "ruining his Saturday afternoon vibe session."

Magnus was squeezing all his clothing into the two drawers he had been allotted. Robbie's drawer was on the bottom and was oozing something that smelled minty. Magnus had bartered with Merle to get two drawers after Taako had staked his claim on the entire closet. Merle was left with a single drawer on top, which he couldn't reach without a stool, but he'd only agree to give Magnus two drawers if he took the one next to Robbie's.

Merle himself came back in only a few minutes after Magnus had sorted through all his stuff and laid fast-first down on his top bunk.

"You dead up there?" Merle asked, heaving a large box up onto his bed. He was stationed under Robbie, because he was slow at nose-goes (and they refused to explain to him what nose-goes was until after).

"Pretty much," Magnus said.

"Can I have all your stuff?"

"Ehhh," Magnus said. "Fifteen percent."

"I'll take it," Merle said, popping his box open. Magnus turned, stuffing his face back into his pillow. The bed creaked a little as Merle moved his stuff around and he heard the stool move. There were a few minutes of silence before there was a louder creak and Merle sighed. Then,

"What'cha got up there with you?"

"Your mom."

"Ughhh," Merle said. "Awful."

"I know," Magnus said, a little smugly. And then, he turned on his side and looked down at Merle, who was laying across his own bed. His clothes were about half put away. "I've got some blankets."

"What about the little guys?" Merle said, gesturing a vague hand towards him.

"The stuffed animals?" Magnus asked. He picked up the nearest one- a large greyhound he had named Terry. "This is Terry."

"Isn't that stuff, I dunno, kinda for kids?" Merle asked.

"No!" Magnus said. "It's for everyone! Are you telling me you wouldn't sleep with an army of your closest friends and companions if you could?"

Merle frowned, obviously thinking it over. Magnus sat up and the bed wobbled slightly under him. He picked up another stuffed animal- Rodrick, a corgi with a chef's hat. He held it out for Merle to see. Merle's frown deepened. Magnus knew that look.

"You're jealous," Magnus said, delighted.

"No, I'm not!" Merle said. "I just-"

"That's your jealous look!" Magnus said. "Don't deny it!"

"How d'you know what my jealous look is?" Merle questioned. "Huh? We've known each other for like, two weeks at max. You don't know anything about me."

Magnus backed down slightly, holding Rodrick and Terry to his chest. He flopped onto his back. Merle sniffed. They fell into silence again.

"I am a little jealous," Merle said after a few minutes. Magnus looked down again to see Merle twiddling his thumbs. "I dunno, it's just like- my dad didn't exactly want me to have- well, to have much of anything I liked, ha! So- so yeah, I'm a little jealous. They look nice. You've got a- a real good collection there, Mags."

Woah. Magnus wasn't expecting emotional honesty. He pushed himself up on his elbows and fumbled around the bed to find the stuffed dalmatian puppy with a flower in its mouth. Without a word, he tossed it over to Merle. It landed with a little more creaking of Merle and Robbie's bunks.

"Oh," Merle said. "I- thanks, pal."

"Don't mention it," Magnus said, laying back down. "Seriously. Tell no one. I have an image to maintain."

"Can't let the people know the terrifying robot killer likes puppies," Merle said, shuddering in horror. Magnus rolled his eyes, with a little more fondness than before.

[homelanderbutbig]

How do you think reader and Homelander met? Because I know it would take an incredible amount of time for Homelander to fully trust reader enough to be vulnerable given the way he grew up

I’m also especially curious to see how HL would react if reader was ever in any kind of serious danger, as well as the aftermath of it

I really really love this AU you’re putting together!!

Lmao, how did you guess that is what my next fic is going to be about? I don't wanna spoil too much of what I'm writing, but the reader is a new employee at the Vought Tower. Nothing too special, just like a desk job. Due to Homelander's size he can't fit through the doors of most other buildings, so in the Tower is the most logical place for him to meet someone. Homelander can hear everyone's heartbeats so he knows how scared the Vought staff are of him, but he notices the new hire isn't. It doesn't take much to pique his interest, just someone to be different than the yes men he is surrounded by. Something so simple as a person genuinely not being afraid takes the edge off his "tough guy" persona, because it's something so rare for him.

All he really wants is to actually make a connection with someone, even though he is hesitant to REALLY make that connection due to his history of sharing his feelings with people he trusted and them just using him for their own goals. (ie. Madelyn and Stormfront)

Now, if the reader was in a situation where they were kidnapped, bound to a chair with a gun pointed at their head, to be used as a hostage kind of situation... Homelander would for sure go berserk. As soon as he noticed the reader was missing, he'd pinpoint the location of their heartbeat and just bulldoze himself into that building. I picture the reader being moreso of a pacifist really against violence, and this calm nature is what they use to help bring down Homelander when he gets worked up. I think if the reader's mouth wasn't gagged, they could convince him to let the kidnappers go, and to just take them to safety. As angry as he would be that some dumb fucks were stupid enough to kidnap you, he doesn't want to upset you and he listens.

NOW... if the reader wasn't able to talk, Homelander would absolutely give in to his dark nature and just massacre them. It wouldn't be until after the dust is settled and he sees the reader crying and scared out of their wits that the reality of what he just did would sink in. He'd be as tearful as the reader is, because he knows he fucked up and terrified them. That's the one thing he doesn't want, is for them to think he is a monster. Even though the reader is the one who just got kidnapped, they'd have to bring Homelander down from a panic attack. Tell him they still love him, reassure him that they understand why he killed those people and that everything will be alright. Their principles of pacifism really would get tested with Homelander, especially with how quickly he flies off the handle.

And thank you very much!! I've still got a lot of silly ideas clinking around in my head with this AU, so hopefully I can keep making more stuff about it. As a token of my appreciation, here's a little WIP I'm drawing with giant Homelander. For a better visualization of how tall he is compared to the reader.

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer: Side Stories (2)

Main story

Yuji walks into the room, kicking the door open with his feet, his hands holding four pizza boxes, and a bag of plastic plates and some sugary drinks. Megumi scowls at him from the bed and just like the second time they've met—Megumi doesn't look at all intimidating, all bandaged up. "I got the goods!" Yuji sets the pizza boxes down on top of Megumi's legs. He takes out the plates, hands Megumi and Nobara each a strawberry raspberry drink. He pulls up a chair, turns it backward, and plops down on it.

"You bought four pizzas?" Nobara takes a slice of cheese pizza from the top box, ignores the plates, and levels him with disbelief.

"Gojo-sensei ordered them." Hmm, they could have put more cheese on the pizza, in his opinion.

"That's it?" Megumi asks, chewing on a pepperoni slice.

"Well… he said no at first. Said that I was out of the nest and should learn to fend for myself."

"Sounds about right."

"Yeah, yeah. So, I called Kagome-san, and Gojo-sensei ordered the pizzas."

"What was that like? Living with them?"

Yuji stuffs the rest of the slice into his mouth, chews over how much he should reveal and if it matters at this point. "Not too bad. We had breakfast and dinner together. I got to go on some missions with Gojo-sensei, and we met some crazy fox demons."

"Fox demons? Like that Yakeru guy?" Megumi pushes the marble into his soda and takes a swig.

"Who?"

"You know Yakeru too?"

"He showed up one day when I was showing Gojo-sensei about Buyo Jr. being able to go into my shadow. Transformed into Kagome-san during a sparring match."

"Yeah, demons wear some sort of glamor magic to conceal themselves from people."

"Megumi said that the guy transformed into Kagome-san, though. Can they all do that?"

"Buyo Jr… can't? Honestly, Kagome-san would probably know. She knows more about demons than Gojo-sensei does. We went to a hotel ran by some foxes. They were all eccentric, kept fawning over Kagome-san. Got some cool souvenirs out of it." Yuji lifts the two boxes, goes for the third one that has all sweet cinnamon dusted bread.

"That Yakeru guy could get through Master Tengen's barrier. Demons have been pretending to be jujutsu students, so Master Tengen does not get set off by their visits." Megumi flicks Yuji's outstretched hand and moves his drink away from the pink-haired boy.

"Some of them work with curses for the heck of it. Curses get a power boost from being exposed to demonic energy, and then get addicted to it."

"So, are we really not going to talk about it?" Nobara whines. The boys look at each other, confusion marked clearly on their faces. "Oh, my gosh. About the ring that Kagome-san was wearing on that finger."

"Promise ring," Megumi and Yuji say at the same time.

"Huh? How do you know?" Yuji asks.

"I was there," Megumi mumbles, the tips of his ears turn bright red. Nobara grabs the pizza boxes, shoves them towards Yuji, and leans across the bed. Megumi jerks back, though there isn't anywhere for him to run with the wall behind him, and both Yuji and Nobara on either side of him. "What?"

"Did you guys pick out any other rings?"

"… Yes."

Yuji leans back, puts the boxes on the floor just in time to avoid Nobara's shout of what he presumes to be joy. Must be a girl thing, to worry more about engagement rings than threats of demons and curses working together.

"Yuji!" Nobara snaps her gaze to him, one hand tugging at Megumi's shirt.

"Y-yes?"

"Tell Kagome-san that we need to go shopping for more school clothes."

"But we–"

"I wouldn't mind seeing this fox hotel," Megumi says, looking down at his drink.

"You can't leave without your best friend!" Todo's voice booms in the small room. Yuji jumps out of the chair.

"When did you get here?"

"I've been here. I can't believe you couldn't detect your best friend's presence," Todo says, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.

"You guys are all weird," Yuji says, scratching the back of his head.

"Yuji! Tell Kagome-san, we need clothes to visit this fox hotel… for research."

"Is shopping all you think about?"

"Uh, no. Clearly, we need to gather as much intel on these demons as we can. Why not start with a friendly source?"

Yuji looks to Megumi for support, but even his face is hopeful. "Fine." He reaches into his pocket and sends a quick text to Kagome-san. Yuji will probably never say it out loud, but his heart does a flip when he thinks about calling Kagome-san and Gojo-sensei. Almost as if they're a genuine family. "By the way, Megumi. Gojo-sensei showed us some of your baby pictures."

"What!"

[repentarium]

the truth is i've been dreaming of this tired tranquil place tag 1/?

ao3

When Steve Harrington was ten his parents stopped paying for the babysitter.

Mary was, in his tiny kid mind, about a thousand years old, and she made the best food he'd ever eaten. She would cook with him every time they were together, not FOR him, but teaching his small hands how to make soups and bake breads and make omelettes and mac and cheese.

Mary was unceremoniously told she wouldn't be coming back. Steve of course didn't know any of this until he called his parents sobbing that he was alone and Mary never showed up only to hear 'oh darling didn't we tell you? You're old enough to look after yourself! There are tv dinners in the freezer and money for takeout in the end table, we'll see you next week!' When she was let go, Mary immediately made plans to go into the big bookstore in Indianapolis and buy cookbooks for Steve.

She left the three of them at his doorstep: the Joy of Cooking, the Betty Crocker Cookbook, and and the Better Homes New Junior Cookbook. That last one continued his cooking experiments, and even though it started out basic (English muffin pizzas, toasted sandwiches, grilled cheese) it and the knowledge Mary left him with kept him from starving or eating only junk. In no time he was biking to the store with his takeout money and buying his own groceries.

All of this to say, by the time he's a grown up he is not only prepared to fend for himself in the emptiness of the Harrington Residence, he's fully capable of feeding all of the little gremlins, and even the teens. If he'd gone to therapy about it he'd be able to voice that it's a way of caring for people in a way he didn't have himself from his parents in a way he's very capable of. He didn't have therapy, though, just cookbooks. And time.

Another thing about Steve is that he's just never been good at sleeping, not really. Even as a baby he cried through the night and kept his parents up (don't worry, they told him about it constantly).

After the stuff with Vecna in the upside down, after everyone got out safe and semi-sound, he thought he'd finally be tired enough to average more than four hours of sleep a night.

Unfortunately the exact opposite happened; he's taken to cat naps in the middle of the day when he can, because night time isn't exactly conducive to sleeping at all anymore.

What it IS conducive to is baking. Sure, cooking too, but he gets a little sad cooking meals for just himself. He can put on a record and bake a few trays of muffins or cookies or scones, and it's not as weird because he gives them to his friends and the little family they've cultivated.

He doesn't tell them they're made at four in the morning, but they don't usually ask, they're just grateful for a tasty breakfast or lunch or after school snack when he's driving them around.

He thinks Dustin has a gluten sensitivity, so he learns the ins and outs of almond flour, and Robin doesn't do dairy so much anymore but loves the halva recipe he found in a cookbook at the library. He's perfected a killer flourless double chocolate cookie recipe that everyone loves, and even Hopper can't tell it's gluten- and dairy-free.

When Eddie lets it slip that he's not really using the night time to sleep either, Steve ropes him into it. He makes a big fuss and says he needs help and someone to taste this recipe because he's doing to actually hurl if he eats another cookie, but they're snickerdoodles (which are Eddie's favorite) and Eddie spends most of the time in awe of the space and the gadgets and taste testing bites of basically everything and DEFINITELY not getting flour everywhere. Steve knows sometimes getting your mind out of the darkness is nice, and if they can help each other out AND add another snack to the menu, two birds one stone.

They totally don't dare each other to eat weird configurations of fancy condiments or spoonfuls of cinnamon and it's all very serious and professional. It's not *every* night, but after the first few months it's more often than not.

One night Steve ends up covered in flour somehow, and while he's washing up Eddie finds a little note card tucked into the middle of the Joy of Cooking from someone named Mary who seems to care a lot about 'Stevie'.

It's got a fancy-sounding but easy enough recipe for something called Jetson Casserole, all hand-scrawled and with tiny doodles, and Eddie sneaks it into his pocket.

He goes to the fancier grocery store a town away and picks up everything he needs for what is basically a beef stroganoff with a ton of added vegetables: fancy carrots with the green tops, multicolored gemstones of tomatoes, the brightest and leafiest spinach, and heavy cream (which is way more expensive than He realized, holy shit). He even very bravely asks the butcher for the kind of beef he'll need. He very carefully follows the instructions and tastes everything along the way and makes Wayne eat a bowl as he's packing it into an old crockpot with a faulty wire that only works when you wrap it under everything just so. Wayne isn't a particularly verbose guy, but he's pretty excited about it, so Eddie loads it up into the van and drives across town and knocks on the door.

Steve yells at him to let himself in, and when he does he's already covered in flour or sugar and mixing Something up in a big mixing bowl. He eyes the crockpot suspiciously as Eddie plugs it in and jostles the cord just so to make sure it stays warm.

'What's this?' he asks, wiping his hands off on the towel on his shoulder and coming over to poke around.

'I brought dinner. Well. I made it. It's real food, not just sugar.' He's trying to tease, put on the usual kind of jab-voice. He's just a friend who made some food, it wasn't even really that fancy, but.

He's inexplicably so nervous, and he's worried this was the wrong thing to do, he stole something from Steve after all even if he brought it back and it's in his pocket right now, and sure they were friends and they *talk* but he knows he's talked a lot more than Steve has about all his drama and what if this was something that would upset him? What if Mary was like. A terrible ancient hag of a grandmother? What if Steve was allergic to the whole thing?

Steve gives him a confused little smile and lifts up the lid and it's like Eddie can watch his face change as he smells the noodles, rich and warm and creamy. Steve's just become the most wobbly and wet-looking thing he's ever seen (and the man fought actual demons in literal hell and carried his mostly-dead body back through, not to mention driving teenagers around all day just like for fun).

'Is this. Is this Jetson Casserole.' It's barely a question, like Steve knows already. 'This is like all I ate for dinner as a kid.'

Eddie feels his stomach flipping around, pulls the recipe card out of his pocket, says 'I really hope you don't mind, I just wanted to cook something for you.' But it's also more than that, he knows, Steve is always giving all of himself in these scones and cupcakes and fucking croissants like 'eat of my body and be whole' martyrdom, and it's like Eddie was compelled by spirits to make sure Steve knows that he's appreciated and cared for too, even if it comes in a shitty shorty crockpot and the sauce has probably totally broken.

Steve starts actually crying and Eddie has to pull him into a hug because What the Fuck is happening? Has no one ever made this idiot dinner before?

Later, he finds out, it was pretty much only Mary. And now Eddie.

He finds out Jetson Casserole got its name because little Stevie went through a phase where he wasn't really eating like a growing boy should but he sure did love the Jetsons.

'And this stuff,' Steve says, his mouth full and his eyes still red and puffy as he leans against the counter, 'lasts forever, and it freezes, and it reheats easy in the fancy microwave.'

It all makes a lot of sense, actually, Eddie thinks as he eats around the mushrooms and sits on the counter next to Steve, the one with the least amount of flour on the surface (but definitely still getting powder all over his jeans).

'I wanna fistfight your dad, Harrington.' It shocks a laugh out of Steve, but Eddie's kind of serious. 'Have you looked Mary up? I bet she'd love a dozen snickerdoodles.'

'You just want to eat the ugly ones again.'

'Only because you won't let me have the pretty ones!'

'We can make as many as you want. I think we're onto something. With the recipe.'

If Eddie thinks about it all again while he's putting leftover noodles into one of the fancy Tupperware containers (he grabs them from the top left cabinet, doesn't even have to ask anymore) he knows it's more than just about letting Steve know he's cared for in general because oh God he thinks he personally actually really cares for him like a lot, and he should NOT develop crushes on high school royalty anymore he should absolutely be over that.

But it's also like PAST high school, so maybe it doesn't count, and maybe Steve was throwing raw pizza dough at him for a solid twenty minutes earlier as he ran around the kitchen and it didn't at all feel like bullying.

Mary, it turns out, is only 68 years old now; she loves the snickerdoodles, is so proud when Eddie says Steve made the recipe (even though Steve blushes redder than anything and says he only modified an existing recipe actually), and finds the boys so charming. She's delighted that Steve has kept cooking, laughs at all of his misadventures in baking, and is ridiculously charmed by Eddie's dramatics.

She sends Steve and Eddie away with a little spiral bound recipe book, put together 'by the church' and 'full of good family recipes', and Jetson Casserole is right on page 9. Isn't that something.

She lives a little closer to Indy, these days, and she tells the boys over and over that they can visit anytime and they need to get out of that horseshit town, it's hell. She's got a spare room, and they can stay as long as they like if they don't mind sharing a bed.

[f0point5]

lengthy comment incoming. i like to go about a week after catching up on the story so i get a bit of a bigger chunk to read each time and wow did vegas blow it out of the water. i've been keeping up with this for a while and i can't believe it's finally coming to an end.

i started reading this when i was new to f1 and i've honestly learned so much from catching up on your blog. i read that thing like it's the damn newspaper lol. the way you've effortlessly weaved in ongoing irl events into a smau is insane to me. i cant imagine how much work and planning that takes. the way you've been able to tell the story through mostly texts and media is so impressive. and the way you have max and y/n's characters fleshed out. the miscommunication and the way they both feel about each other and the relationship due to their history and personal experiences. i know that's how you write any romance but i guess seeing you explain your thought process and writing makes it that more apparent of how much thought you've put into this. it's just all very believable/relatable. i can see where both max and y/n are coming from with their insecurities and grievances.

the planning with the watch and everything, like how did you even have that planned out so far in advance. you were really writing this whole thing Live! and don't even get me started on the "i'll drive you around for my whole life" or the "you're home". the "we don't have to do anything before you're ready. we don't even ever have to do anything if you don't want. i just want to make you happy and i want to be with you." and him sitting outside the door? now THAT is bridgerton. me and who fr. i will simply never settle for anything less from now on. once again, a fictional man has exceeded my expectations.

i also totally believe max would buy the car thinking it's a good gift. especially with lando validating that. it's just such a... man thing to do. like he had good intentions but didn't really think about it that deeply. men are really just like. she likes cars so i will get her a car. even though there's so many undertones and layers and meanings to that gesture from y/n's pov. like i completely am on her side. i would also cry if it was my birthday and my friend just got me an expensive car And he swerved my kiss? AND i know my friend told him i would be dtf. like i wouldn't have the rationale to not be like omg it's ruined he hates me it's over. from maxs perspective i get that he was being cautious and a bit of a coward sure. but how confusing that must've looked from y/n's view.

also for the vegas gp. i don't live too far from there and i've visited a handful of times, so it didn't surprise me with what they tried to do there. america is just so very performative and extra. it's honestly really embarrassing sometimes. especially in comparison to the class of something like the monaco gp. i felt so bad for the drivers like the introvert in me was dying. i get wanting to expand the f1 audience but i don't really see how appealing that event is other than the theatrics that have nothing to do with racing. like max being super passionate saying he wanted people to come because they cared about racing. it should be like that! vegas is the closest gp to me so if i ever got the chance to go to a race, that would be most feasible in terms of distance. but i seriously don't think i'd enjoy it all that much seeing how it turned out. just a huge shit show and not fun for anyone. it's moments like that where i wish i'd been a nepo baby so things would be easier and i could just be invited to the garage. a little jealous of y/n's life lol. i know it's not all that glamorous (i see the stuff drivers and wags go through and i am way too vulnerable to handle that lifestyle) but it's sure fun to romanticize and imagine.

First of all, thank you! This is the cutest message and I appreciate r you taking the time to write all that! I’m just so glad people have been enjoying the story it has brought so much joy to my life! 🧡🧡🧡

Yeah for sure Vegas is more a party than anything else. I literally would have paid the fines and not turned up to any of it if I was a driver lol. There’s rumours swirling that Max got called to a meeting with Liberty over his comments and whether that’s true or not, the way this company is terrified of opinions is so dumb. Like, if you think you’re doing the right thing, if your viewership is going up and you think this is the way forward, you own the product, just do your thing why do you care what Max Verstappen thinks?

Are you scared your tacky nouveau riche Liberace house of crap extravaganza might suddenly be seen for what it is?

[fuesch]

Good news, everyone! I've finished the binge from hell (Criminal Minds).

What made it hellish was that I just could not stop. I don't know if it was also something about the show or just my out-of-control ADHD using this as an excuse to ignore my to-do list. And so this binge took under 2 months, which - FUN FACT! - is shorter than finding a doc these days to get an ADHD diagnosis from (the German healthcare system has such a good reputation, but honestly, shit's been going down the drain since before Covid - and I say that as a city dweller).

If you're wondering how my fragile mind managed to handle this non-stop input of murder and various forms of torture:

Ignore the cases or try to enjoy them as revenge fantasies.

Focus on the team and all the "Hey, I know you from this/that/everywhere!" guest stars instead.

Crochet while watching. I've made such progress, the first of my cherry-pit socks is nearly finished!

I can't believe how long it's been since I've properly watched TV: The season I'm most familiar with is 2! Since other factors hadn't come into play yet, I suspect what caused this was a deterioration in adhering to a schedule (hm, parallel with rl, so I guess due to not being bound by a rl schedule, I slowly lost the ability to keep up with the TV schedule) and my growing passionate hatred of annoying commercials which had led me to getting stuck on Nickelodeon (their ads were also annoying, iirc, but ... uh, idk, can't remember), a documentary channel and CNN (International, that is - such bearable commercials, they should be the model for all).

I liked all the women on the team, which must have been a first. I couldn't tell you a favorite, because every one of them is great in her own way. Let me point out Garcia though, for giving me back the joy of hair decorations. Huh, I thought not having NCIS's Abby in my life anymore didn't impact me, but Garcia made me realize that without Abby my encouragement was gone. Man, do I hate that I need continual encouragement to be myself! So there's another CM binge and the long-time-coming NCIS rewatch with making caps of my girls in my future. Maybe I'll make myself a motivational collage and hang it on the wall above my monitor.

Anyway, on to the team's men! *sigh* Those were mixed bag for me. I mean, nobody was really bad, but it did span the whole range of chest-thumping type (which ugh - although Morgan's relationship with Garcia remains the best thing, they were close and cute but not a thing and that's the queerplatonic shit I wanna see everywhere, fuck yeah!) to guy who's just, idk, there and the that's-my-boy guy. My boy was and still is Reid *pat pat*. And as a bonus during this binge he functioned as my Peter Maximoff substitute. He did that not only by being my fave, but for example also by having messy lightbrown hair. Which, sure, isn't Peter, but it is Evan Peters (I'd like to take this moment to thank the writers for all the Evans and Peterss they put in and the casting person for that one time we got actual EP), who usually is my PM substitute. Hmph, I didn't talk about Spence as much as I meant to, but where to even begin?

How did everyone feel about the revival? It wasn't bad, but it didn't quite feel like previous seasons. I'm not that good at finding out what is bothering me about stuff, so it might have been more things besides it feeling darker visually and too much swearing (I'm generally not against it, but after 15 seasons of it not being there, it just felt so out of place). I wasn't happy with the lack of my boy, but if there's one thing this revival did right, it was the absence of change in the meantime (except for what they put Rossi through), Reid as well as everyone else still worked at the BAU, we just didn't see him and Simmons because they were on assignment.

I kinda want to talk about ALL the things, but I wouldn't be able to remember all that I want and writing all that I do would take sooo long. So if anyone wants to talk about anything specific, I'm here.

[lewdladylily]

Characters for you to rate: Fang (FF13), Vanille (FF13), Link, Samus, D . Va

Thank you! So I got like 7 asks, I will answer them as able, this was the first. Lets go!

Fang

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

I played FF 13 one time and only part way through back when it first released. If I remember correctly, Fang is a character that shows up mostly later in the game and I never played any of the follow up material, so I barely remember Fang. So going purely off of art of her, she's plenty hot, but not uniquely hot or interesting. I'd of course have sex with her if the opportunity presented but lets be honest, that bar is not particularly high.

Given that, for the how, it would be standard pickup procedure: Figure out what she's into, angling to be sub to her domme if possible and get my face pressed into her breasts.

Vanille

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

I remember Vanille a lot more than Fang, and her design is very cute. She's not a character I ever really think about, but this is a character I've actively sought out porn for before.

As for how, the biggest problem here is that I can't actually imagine her being dommy, so we have a two subs problem going on. If a domme mood hit me I think she would make a great sub, and I would love to watch Fang fuck her brains out. Also, Vanille would make a very cute maid.

Link

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

There are so many different Links, and I'd fuck *most* of them. Toon Link is 10, so that's a no for example, but generally speaking the Links are quite fuckable. Now to get to the point, Link makes an extremely fuckable crossdresser or femboy (these are different but related things! Both very sexy and good!). The range here (from yes to oh god yes) is representing different links in different modes of presentation. Ideal fuckable link is BOTW/TOTK Link in femboy style.

I tend to get dommy to crossdressers and femboys, and I can tell you if I was dom we would start with me basically playing dress up with him. It would be an elaborate process. Then I'd tie him up and peg him. I wouldn't be opposed to subbing though. Whatever. Link is hot, and only gets hotter in fem clothing.

Samus

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

Samus is too much of a blank slate to really be absolute top tier, but she is way up there. The Zero Suit is hot, but my preference is her Metroid Fusion and super metroid under armor outfit (though the official art isn't amazing.) There isn't much else to say.

Despite her very strong vibe, I tend to like her in a submissive role. I mean, if I was having sex with her I would sub because I am extremely subby, but whenever I written her in a sex scene it's always as a sub or victim in non con. I have some rough drafts of a silly thing between her and wii fit trainer (I ship!), and a rough draft of a tentacle rape scene I wrote with her, but never really got either to a point where I wanted to put it out there.

D.Va

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

D.Va is great. She's sexy cute and fun, and has just enough depth as a character to not be boring (unfortunately, she doesn't go even an inch deeper than that, but that's another rant entirely).

D.Va is the biggest sub in Overwatch. You *can* write her dominant, and I've read some very sexy stuff doing that, but she's best being a mildly bratty sub in my opinion. I think she works great as a training sub - that is, a submissive with an arc, that gets trained (consenting) into the perfect obedient pet. Bratty and rebellious enough to make it particularly interesting. I have half a dozen scenes of domme!Sym and sub!D.Va outlined that center around this idea.

[wardenmages]

I finished Baldurs Gate 3 and I need about 3-5 business days to recover before I hop back into Elissa's playthrough. oh my god. I cried so much. my mom is trying to talk to me about this documentary on tv and I'm like "yeah that's great" while actively weeping

SO under the cut to help people avoid spoilers. my playthrough took nearly 120 hours and I didn't even finish everything in every act. this has spoilers for like, the entire main quest line of act 3 since I did a lot of the main items today lol

HHHHHHHH it was very difficult to make the decision to make Orpheus a mind flayer. I was going to have Alet do it but backpedaled immediately because I just could not imagine them leaving Astarion alone like that. I had to pause and pace around for a long time. I knew I didn't want to side with the emperor but Man

I literally played through killing Orin and Gortash today, saving the guild, a bunch of other smaller quest items, and wrapping up the Orphic Hammer stuff once I had Lae'zel back. So like. It's been a lot all in one day.

I had Karlach with me while I killed Gortash and her breakdown afterwards was so painful, I was already so upset at that point. then afterwards I go talk to Astarion and

Astarion and Karlach understand each other so well and love each other so much it makes me want to eat drywall. I just. think about after killing Cazador w/o doing the ritual, Karlach telling Astarion how fucking proud she is of him, how happy she is that he's free. and then this happens and he can't even return the sentiment, because there is no other way out for Karlach. there barely was for him - he's free, but he knows that freedom comes with a heavy price he hates that he has to pay. I just. want to squeeze them both so hard. lovingly.

At one point I looked up if you could become a mind flayer and then turn back into a humanoid and saw people saying that at the end Astarion could die from getting caught out in the sun and I literally spent the whole final quest panicking because he was literally in my party 100% of the game and I was scared he'd die because of it, but he was fine. I think the game was trying to half-joke about it but I was so emotionally raw at that point I literally minimized the game because I panicked so hard lol

I'm a little bummed there was no scene about where Shadowheart, Halsin, Minsc, and Jaheira were going after the dust settled. I also kind of wish there was something like the classic Dragon Age "put all the companions in a space so you can say goodbye to them individually" thing, I didn't realize once you find the boat to the brain you wouldn't be able to change your party or even talk to most of the companions again (besides Halsin and Jaheira, at least for me). I just expected there to be more between killing Gortash and setting off for the brain, I guess? or something at the end like the act 1 tiefling party where they wait until night so Astarion can join them and the player gets closure with everyone. I like the few bits of closure we get it would just be nice I guess?? idk

Alet and Astarion are off an another adventure though, going to try and find a way for him to walk in the sun again, because while Alet is more than happy in the dark with him the rest of their lives, they know he's not happy with it, and they will do Literally Anything to make him happy again, and that last conversation between them made me gay. also it was funny in that whole last section you can say "this might be the last time we ever kiss" and he says "well then let's make it a good one" and they have the quickest most chaste kiss I've ever seen, it was shorter than the one you can do at the camp, it was genuinely so funny like Neither of you have any clue what you're doing and I appreciate the effort

Karlach ended up going back to Avernus with Wyll. I'm sad the scene only has Karlach talking, but I get why it's like that, so not that disappointed. But. I'm so happy for them. They love each other so much and have such a deep connection, neither of them will ever be alone again. as soon as they figure out if it's even safe or not ("is the thing lighting up the hells actually the sun") Alet and Astarion are going to visit them and Hope

ANYWAY I need to take a break from the game so I don't explode, probably going to write some more fic about Alet and Astarion, and then I will attempt to jump into a second playthrough without romancing Astarion which feels Genuinely Wrong, why would I even play the game without my favorite weird little guy hanging out asking for hugs :(