#yes i’m pulling lore out of my ass

[satoblue]

i open twitter and what is the first thing i see . . .

[hanzajesthanza]

should i change my headcanons based upon “i saw it in a dream”

[saturnscafe]

͙˚ ༘✶Tangled | Snake Monsters (Female Reader)

Smut Below

A/N: After writing a snake fic for my main, I’ve desperately been needing more in my life. So I hope you enjoy. Also sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes, i literally wrote this on the fly in like 5 mins 😅

-🪐

You had heard the folk lore about these giant snake like monsters in these woods but you thought they were just that. Folk lore.

You sat up your tent and camera to get good shots of the meteor shower that was supposed to happen. However you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. You chalked it up to you being out in the woods alone which in itself was kinda dumb on your part. These pictures though were important for the papers you were writing for.

You took a seat on the small folding chair that you had and started a small fire. As night fell you turned your camera on where it would take pictures at random times through the night. You leaned back just staring up at the beautiful night sky. After a moment you had fallen asleep only to be woken up by a warm taking over you.

Hands touched at your body, multiple sets of hands. As you blinked your eyes open you could see a dozen men standing over you all with beautiful gold eyes. You blinked again trying to figure out if you were dreaming. When they focused you could see how those beautiful eyes were different. They had slits in them almost like snakes? ‘Shit’ you thought to yourself ‘there’s no fucking way those stories were true.’ To your shock they were.

A stunning long snake made its way up to you before transforming right in front of your eyes. He was just as stunning as a ‘human’. He cupped your face his fork tongue licking against his lips. “The goddess’s heard our plea, they have brought us a mate” he said.

“M-mate?” You said confused. The whole ordeal has you confused. You should be scared, even the smallest bit. You weren’t though, you were intrigued by these captivating men before you.

“Yes beautiful, you’re our mate that the gods have given to us.” He said before moving closer to you. “We’ll take care of you, and be gentle” he said before crashing his lips to your own. His mouth moved over yours fork tongue darting between your lips. The others came around hands ridding you of any clothes you had on swiftly. You felt a small nibble against your shoulder before a sharp pleasurable pain. You moaned into the kiss feeling your body become hot. You almost felt like you were on fire. A set of hands came down pulling your legs apart before you felt a set of lips attach themself to your wet core.

Other hands came to grope at your breast and ass. Anything they could get their hands on they were touching. When the man pulled away he smiled down at you with drunken eyes. “Our pretty mate, I must forgive myself I haven’t even told you my name. I’m Soren.” He said his voice smooth. The others all around perked up stopping what they were doing to introduce themselves. They all apologized sweetly for not doing so in the first place. “And what is your name beautiful?” Soren asked.

“Y/n” you said in almost a whisper.

“As beautiful as you are” Soren smiled before locking into another heated kiss with you. His tongue lapped at the inside of your mouth as the other resumed what they were doing. The man below was eating you out like it was his last meal. His long forked tongue pushing into your sopping cunt flicking itself against your walls. You felt another prick of pain before another wave of heat washed over you. Your body was becoming so sensitive, every touch made your body just want more.

Another man came to the side of you speaking softly into your ear “our bites will prepare you for us, make sure you’re able to take both of our cocks. You’ll be like a bitch in heat” he said with a soft chuckle. He was right, your body was burning up. It felt like If you didn’t get one of them inside you soon your body would explode.

When Soren pulled away again he moved the man below away. You whined at the loss making Soren grin “don’t worry mate, I’ll give you something better.” He said. It didn’t click until now what the man had said ‘both of our cocks.’ When you looked down you could see one smaller cock and one bigger cock. You moaned at the sight your head falling back onto the other man behind you. Soren pushed the head of the almost tentacle like cock into you. He groaned at the feeling of your warm walls finally surrounding him. His strong hands gripped at your thighs before pushing in the full way his smaller cock now rubbing against your clit.

Your body felt overwhelmed already, your first orgasm snuck up on you unexpectedly cumming fast around his cock. It only drove him to move faster. His cock head hitting against your cervix. The others stood by watching stroking themselves to the sight of their leader fucking into you. “Fuck- you’re so perfect” Soren moaned out.

The others moved a bit closer, wanting to watch how your face contorted In pleasure. Soren fucked into you faster feeling himself getting lost in your warm walls. Reluctantly he pulled himself from you letting one of the others take his place. When he pulled away he came to your side cupping your face in his hands. “They all get a turn but no one is allowed to mate fully with you. I’m the only one who will get to fill you” he said with a grin.

He layed behind you, pulling your body against his as the others took their turns. It was agreed upon if they did find a mate, he was the only one to be allowed to breed you. However with that deal meant the others would be allowed to mate with you as well. It was hard finding a mate, so a lot of the snakes formed groups. Normally they’d just let whoever got to the mate first breed them but they were different. Soren had been a great warrior in his time. He freed all of them from a life of torture and imprisonment. So they all looked at him as a higher ranking person.

The man above you fucked into you sloppily he was already so close, it being his first time to ever mate. Your walls were sucking him so well he could help himself. He quickly pulled out cumming on your stomach. He slowly moved from you letting another take his place. The cycle continued. They all head their turns. Fucking into your wet cunt before letting the other have their turn. Soren laid behind you holding you close to him. He would whisper “you’re doing so well” and “you’re such a good mate.” He ran his hands over you leaving small kisses to your back and nipping at your neck.

You lost track of how many orgasms washed over you. Your body twitching at the overstimulation however it never hurt. The only thing you could feel was the mass amounts of pleasure from all their cocks stretching you out. When it was finally Soren’s turn once more he kissed you gentle before moving to your core once more. “Our pretty mate did so well yeah? One last time and we’ll take a long rest hmm? You can take on more right beautiful.” He said sweetly. You nodded wanting to feel him once more.

He slowly pushed himself into you before quickening his pace. His hand came down to play with your abused clit making your body shake around him. He pulled out slightly only to push both of his cocks into you. The new sensation of feeling so full had you cumming once more. “T’much” you whimpered out.

“You can take it right mate? You’ve been doing so good just a little more and we’ll rest hmm?” He said before leaning down to kiss you softly. However he didn’t move until you nodded. When he did move the fullness really sunk in. His cocks were hitting your cervix at a fast rate. His cupped your face once more making you look at him. “I’m gonna fill you full yeah? Gonna be even prettier with a swollen belly” he said. Your eyes flickered feeling small tears pricking at the pleasure.

“Gonna take it all f’me?” He asked.

“Y-yes ah- ah please- breed me” you moaned out and that was it. He lost it. His movements became sloppy his glazed over eyes faltered before pushing himself as deep as he could go. Cumming hard inside you, hot streams of cum painting your walls. You came for the umpteenth time before your body felt almost jello like. When he finally pulled out he smiled down at you. You were surprised when he did you didn’t feel any of the cum leaking out. He must of somehow read your mind “some of us can produce plugs so no others can mate with you.” He said pulling you to him. The others rushed to your side tangling into a cuddle pile.

They all sung you praises peppering your body with soft kisses. One of the men cleaned your body, another grabbed you some sweet liquid. Which they said would help replenish your body and make sure you weren’t sore after their venom wore off. Soren kissed your cheek softly before you nuzzled into his embrace. Your head lying in the crook of his neck.

When you blinked your eyes you could see the meteor shower over head. Smiling, you felt content right now. Content to be their mate.

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

my love, all mine

a little fluffy blurb as a late birthday present for my darling love @hugleclerc <3 love you gigi <3

warning you now that there are a few changes in the lore and history surrounding charles and max's relationship in this.

pairing; charles leclerc x fem!verstappen reader

blurb; falling in love with your older brothers childhood friend and rival was a battle for survival when he found out but now that you've made it through unharmed, your next goal is make sure your new husband survives your wedding reception speech.

currently playing; first man by camila cabello "you're looking at me, while walking down the aisle with tears in your eyes, maybe he deserves me"

From the moment you stood at the altar, with the words "I do" ready to escape your lips the moment you were asked, you had already begun mentally preparing the speech you would deliver at the reception. Your older brother Max had needed a fair bit of convincing before accepting your relationship with Charles. It wasn’t that he had discovered it in a bad way—it just so happened that he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and caught a glimpse over Charles's shoulder, reading texts from you that would surely require bleach to forget.

With your hair cascading down your back, the intricately styled updo long gone after you’d grown tired of its pinching and pulling at your scalp, the delicate silk of your wedding dress swishing softly as you padded barefoot across the dancefloor, you were fully aware of the curious glances from the older members of both your families. But you were the bride, so they couldn't say a word.

A soft smile graced your face as you carefully took the microphone from Lorenzo, your new brother-in-law, who had just finished his groomsman speech. Your gaze locked with Charles’s across the room, where he sat at the head table, his eyes focused entirely on you.

Charles couldn't help but smile as he watched you take the microphone from his brother, his heart brimming with love. His angel of a wife stood at the center of the room, ready to deliver a speech that would no doubt bring him to tears once again. But that was fine by Max; it gave him more material for blackmail.

Lorenzo stepped away as you took center stage, offering you a smile before returning to his seat beside Charles’s family.

"So, for those of you here tonight who don't know me... I'm the bride!" A soft giggle, which Charles often described as the sound of the softest bell, escaped your lips, filled with the pure happiness of finally saying those words. The room filled with laughter at your playful joke. Charles himself chuckled, his gaze fixed on you with adoration, excited and nervous to hear what would come next.

"Yes... much to my older brother Max’s dismay, I am indeed the bride. And for those of you who know me and my brother, you know we didn’t exactly have the best childhood," you continued, the briefest pause in your voice as memories flooded back. They hit you with the force of a speeding truck, but you quickly recovered, picking up the next words.

"Fortunately, things changed the day my brother met Charles. Yep, that’s right, Max met him first, and I still got the ring. Lestappen, my ass," you added, the room bursting into laughter. Even Charles joined in, knowing full well the playful tension between him and Max, which had become a frequent topic in your household.

"Charles and his family were the nicest people little me had ever met, and his maman, Pascale..." A bright smile spread across your face at the mention of your new mother-in-law’s name. "She basically adopted Max and me into her family and treated us the way we always should have been. She was the only real parent I’ve ever known. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to grow up under the care of not only Pascale but also her truly inspiring husband, Hervé, may he rest in peace, the way Charles did."

A wave of affection and understanding spread through the room, with many guests nodding in agreement. Pascale, too, wiped away a tear as she heard you speak so lovingly about her late husband.

In the corner of your eye, you caught the shared glance between Arthur and Lorenzo, their affection for you and Max evident in their eyes, and their appreciation for your kind words equally clear.

"Growing up with Charles and his family was... an experience. We barely understood each other at the best of times, with Max and me growing up speaking Dutch and Charles's family speaking French. Honestly, I still don’t understand half of what Charles is saying."

The room erupted with laughter again as the guests shared in your lighthearted story. Charles couldn't help but laugh too, his love for you only growing stronger with each passing moment. He still remembered the first time he’d met you, the way you stumbled over English words in a hurried attempt to communicate. He found it adorable then, and he still did.

"Charles... mijn liefje, I’m kidding. It’s only about a quarter of the time that I don’t understand you," you teased, earning a playful roll of his eyes and a smirk.

"I’m sure every girl here can relate to having had awkward childhood crushes," you continued, and a chorus of amused giggles followed, with many of the women nodding in agreement. "And I know what you’re all thinking... 'Oh, how cute, she’s been in love with Charles since she was a kid.'"

The room filled with 'aww’s, especially from the older ladies who loved a good love story. But Charles smirked, waiting to hear what would come next.

"Well, you'd be wrong," you said, your tone teasing. "And I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I think my very first crush was actually on Lorenzo..." An awkward chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at Lorenzo, where he sat with his fiancée, Charlotte. "Don’t worry, Charlotte, he’s all yours," you added, holding your hands up in innocence, causing a soft laugh to slip from your lips.

Lorenzo shook his head playfully, smirking as he squeezed Charlotte’s hand in reassurance.

"I’m truly glad everything worked out this way in the end... marrying an athlete is highly recommended, ladies," you continued, casting a sheepish smile at Max. "Max, cover your ears for me."

Max dramatically rolled his eyes but made no attempt to stop you. He already knew where this was going.

"I mean, the stamina these men have is mind-blowing..." you teased, pausing for dramatic effect before continuing. "Also, Charles, mijn liefje... how do you look so good no matter what you wear, even dressed as a banana? It’s annoying!"

The women in the room burst into laughter, their eyes flickering to Charles in agreement. He, however, simply smirked, his ego inflating slightly as his cheeks flushed pink from the attention.

"Hey, he’s taken, girls. Down, down," you joked, causing another wave of giggles and playful protests from the women.

"Why do you sound disappointed... you’re literally at his wedding... to me?" you teased. The women erupted in even more giggles, some shaking their fists playfully while others called you a "lucky girl."

Shaking your head, you smiled warmly before moving on. "Anyway, moving on, I think the moment I first felt something for Charles was actually..." You glanced over at Max. "Max... sorry... but it was when he kicked your ass out of first place and won his first race. Like, seriously, if you watch that clip back... damn. I’m just saying. That move was so hot."

Max pulled a mock offended face, but the amusement in his expression was obvious. Meanwhile, the guests couldn’t contain their giggles.

"It’s safe to say my feelings for Charles only grew from there. I started reflecting on all the moments we had together, and that’s when I realized—I'd been in love with Charles for far longer than I thought," you said with confidence, turning to Charles. "With that in mind, you can kindly zip it about loving me first, mister. I’m the original simp in this relationship."

The guests “aww’d” in response, their faces softening with fondness as they watched your love story unfold. Charles simply huffed in amusement, gazing at you with affection, as though he were falling in love with you all over again.

"Last night was the first time in five years I didn’t spend the night with Charles, and I missed him endlessly and so I found myself writing down all the little things about him that I love," you continued, your voice quivering slightly.

The room let out a chorus of “aww’s,” with the women especially swooning. Charles’s gaze softened as he listened to you, clearly moved.

Blocking everyone's view with your hand, you reached into your dress and pulled out a piece of paper, your cheeks tinged with a slight blush. "Your girl doesn’t have pockets," you joked, earning laughter from the guests.

The women nodded in understanding, while Charles’s gaze lingered for a moment longer than he likely intended, much to Max’s disdain.

"Charles, I wasn't ever going to show you this, but you had to go and get sappy in your vows, making me cry. So now, I’m going to read this list to make you feel the same and let you know just how much I love you and all the little things you do for me," you said.

The room grew quiet in anticipation. Some of the older ladies pulled out tissues, while Charles sat with a soft, curious smile, waiting to hear your list.

"The first thing on my list is your eyes," you began. "Your eyes show me how much you love me, and they look at me the way I’ve always wanted to be looked at. They see me for me. Over the years, you’ve looked at me with nothing but sincerity, love, kindness, and loyalty. I love your eyes because they show your passion, your frustration, your happiness... and even when you’re tired. You have the sweetest eyes, and I hope to continue seeing that love in them for the rest of our lives."

A wave of “aww’s” filled the room as guests wiped away tears, and Pascale sniffled quietly at your words. Charles, his eyes glistening with emotion, couldn’t take his gaze off you.

"Number two is your determination," you continued. "I've never known a person more determined than you. I’ve seen it in the way you push to make me smile after a long day and in how you chased your dream of winning your home race in Monaco. And, of course, in how you pursued me. It took two years of chasing, but I’m glad you kept at it."

Charles chuckled softly, recalling how persistent he had been in winning your heart.

"Number three is your kindness," you said. "You’ve never failed to show how kindness is free. The way you treat your family, the way you treat the tifosi, and especially the way you treat me. You’ve never once strayed from me, and you’ve always been gentle and loving. You're the kindest person I’ve ever met."

Tears filled Charles’s eyes, but he was far from done hearing what you had to say.

"Number four... you're fun, quirky, and you always know how to make me laugh. You've never once made a dull moment in my life."

Charles chuckled, wiping away his tears, clearly grateful for how you loved him, quirks and all.

"Number five... you accept me for who I am, even if I'm a 'nibbler'... or as you like to call me, ‘Chomper.’"

Laughter echoed through the room at the inside joke, with Charles grinning fondly at the memory of your playful little quirk.

"And finally, I know that when the time is right, you’ll be an amazing father," you finished, your eyes glistening with love.

Charles smiled warmly, the thought of becoming a father bringing joy to his heart. Max’s voice broke through the quiet moment. "He better not become one too soon. I’m too young to be an uncle!" he teased, making the room burst into laughter.

"No promises! I mean have you seen him" you retorted with a wink.

"Overall," you said, your voice trembling with emotion, "what I’m trying to say, mijn zonneschijn, is that I love you. I have for the longest time, and I always will. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow. In every lifetime we share." You paused, wiping away a few tears. "And when we become parents, and you’re stuck by my side in the hospital, holding my hand while I curse your name and swear I’ll never let you touch me again... just know I’ll still love you."

You stopped for a moment, tears welling up. You took a deep breath, still trembling from the emotions rushing through you. "My heart has called your name for the longest time, and now it’s found its home next to yours. I love you so much that it hurts to breathe when you’re not near me. Thank you for allowing me to be your wife. I love you, mijn voor altijd."

The silence that followed your words was thick with emotion, the room filled with the raw, unspoken love between you and Charles. His eyes glistened as he stood and walked toward you, pulling you into his arms.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Always, ma chérie. And I promise to love you through every moment, no matter what comes next."

You melted into his embrace, the weight of the moment overwhelming, tears flowing freely as you knew this was only the beginning of forever. Max’s quiet acceptance of your relationship with Charles was always in the back of your mind, but you knew that this was the right path for you, and nothing could change that.

"Thank you for being my forever, Charles," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I can’t imagine a life without you."

Charles pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You’ll never have to," he murmured. "Not in this lifetime or any other."

And in that moment, with the world standing still around you, you both knew—this was the beginning of a love that would last through time, through every joy and hardship, and it was yours. Forever.

[chaoisurmaster]

geto can’t take the hint

Wrote this probably a year and a half ago. Kind of proofread. Enjoy!

[9:48 p.m] You: I don’t like where this is going anymore. We’re over Suguru. Do not contact me.

One task for your Friday night was to break up with your current bae. You spent 20 whole minutes trying to type out a quick break up text. It shouldn’t have been this difficult, but you knew that no matter what, Suguru was not going to take it well.

You press send on your screen and quickly go to block his number. “That’s finally done.” You breathe a sigh of relief. “And I packed up all his shit in a box and I’ll give it to Satoru on Monday so he can give it to him. Works out perfectly.” You walk out of your room and head to your front door. You’re in the process of grabbing your coat and purse when there’s a knock on your door.

You’re frozen in place. Your heart rattling inside your ribcage. ‘There’s no way he would show up here that fast, right?’ Slowly and quietly, you move to the front door to look out the peephole, your chest heaves up and down as you open the door.

“Shoko! I said I would meet you at the bar!” You compose yourself. Calm washes over as she starts to tell you that she was in the area and decided to meet you so you can go to the bar together. “Geez, are you okay? You look like someone stomped on your hamster.” She teases as you two are seated and served your first drink. You thank the waiter.

“How would you even know what a person looks like after their hamster gets stomped on?” You quizzically glance at her as you sip your amaretto sour. She shrugs, “I have lore.” She takes a big chug of her beer. You laugh and roll your eyes at her. You two start chatting more about your work week and what each other has planned for the weekend.

“Oh look who just walked in. Over here!” She waves. You’re cursing yourself for being in the seat that has your back to the entrance. ‘Oh God, no.’ A large hand pats your shoulder and you turn, the panic subsides again, “Hey Yuki! Hi Utahime! Oh my gosh, Haibara!” You stand up and hug each one of them. You’re even shocked that somehow, Kento was talked into going out. “Wow, I’m gonna buy you a drink just for succeeding in what we fail to do Haibara!” You giggle.

Kento playfully rolls his eyes. “Have I really turned down everyone’s offer to go out for drinks before?” He asks. You all reply in unison, “Yes!” You’re feeling so much better as you get up to go to the bathroom. As you’re washing your hands, Utahime walk in. “Oh hey, Dumbass and Suguru just showed up. He’s ordering you another drink right now.” She casually mentions as she slips into the stall.

Your stomach drops to your ass. You just nod your head and dry your hands. You quickly rush out of the bathroom. ‘Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!’ You start to tell yourself that you can grab your things and slip out without being noticed. Your eyes widen as you get closer to the table and see Suguru, all smiles and making the group laugh. ‘Oh fucking hell.’ Satoru spots you and waves his lanky arm in a frantic manner, ‘Why is he so fucking insufferable?’ you think.

“There’s your girlfriend Suguru. You can stop crying now.” He laughs and Suguru shakes his head. “Hi pretty.” He purrs at you, as he stands up and kisses you. You’re like petrified wood and stupidly, you kiss him back. “Oh I took your seat.” Satoru throws in. “That’s okay Satoru. I ca—” Geto cuts you off, “Sit on my lap.” He sits and pulls you down. You fit perfectly on top of his thick, muscular thighs.

He snuggly wraps his arms around your waist. Such powerful arms, you know you can’t wriggle away. “Suguru…” you dip down and whisper in his ear, “Did you not get my text?” You ask. He looks up at you and smiles. “I did.” You’re equally confused and shocked. “Then what are you doing?” You ask. “I’m having a fun night out with my beautiful girlfriend and our friends. Oh look, here’s your drink I ordered for you.” He thanks the waiter and hands it to you. “And don’t worry, you can drink as much as you want tonight. I know you had two stressful presentations to finish at work this week. I’ll get you home safely and stay the night with you.”

He kisses your cheek. The group lets out a chorus of “Awes.” You sheepishly smile and sip the Long Island iced tea he handed you. He runs his hand up your back and softly places it on the back of your neck. You freeze. He seductively whispers in your ear, “I know you’re just stressed babe and your text from earlier didn’t mean anything. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Matter of fact, finish your drink and I’ll take you home and pamper you for the rest of the night. You deserve it.” He kisses your temple and you lock eyes with him.

You cannot, for the life of you, read him right now. His body language is relaxed, he doesn’t feel tense. His face has no signs of upset. He genuinely looks happy and unbothered. It’s scaring you. “Would you like that?” He asks as he rubs your back. You nod your head and quickly down your tea. “Ready?” He takes note of your empty glass. “Ye-yes.” You stutter. You two say your goodbyes to everyone. He takes your hand in his and you both walk to his car.

Being the gentleman he is, Suguru helps you in the passenger seat and buckles you in. He places a kiss on your forehead as he shuts the passenger door. Your hands are sweaty and your throat drier than when you and Shoko share two blunts to blow off steam. Suguru places his right hand on your thigh and you flinch a little. ‘Be fucking calm bitch!’ your inner monologue screams. “I’m sorry sweetie. Is everything okay?” His words were laced with concern. “I’m fine.” You quickly smile at him and look out the passenger window. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll take all that stress away as soon as we get to your place.”

He drives quickly and parks in your complex parking lot. You two take the elevator to your floor and make it to your front door. You go to search for your keys but Suguru takes his spare out and unlocks the door. “After you.” He smiles sweetly. You mumble a ‘thank you’ and step inside. He helps take your coat and shoes off. You hang your purse up. He places his hands on your hips as he comes up behind you and kisses the nape of your neck. The shivers that get sent down your spine could have frozen all the circles of hell.

You step forward and turn around. You put your arm out, an attempt to put some distance between you and your ex-boyfriend, er boyfriend? “Suguru, what are you doing?” You wish you sounded confident but your question came out so shaky that it’s pathetic. Suguru feigns innocence, “I’m here to help my girlfriend relax. Honey, I told you, I’ll help you de-stress tonight.” He takes a step forward and you take a step back. You run into the kitchen island and he puts his arms on either side of you, caging you in.

“That text I sent you earlier, I meant it. I meant every word of it!” You try to raise your voice but it comes out as soft as a whisper.

“Oh did you?” He coos, you nod your head. “You meant every single word of it?” he hisses as he presses himself against you, his lips mere centimeters from yours. Your bottom lip shakes and you’re fighting off the tears that threaten to cascade down your hot cheeks. Suguru notices it all and he pouts, he would never cause you harm.

You are the one shining piece he has in his life. He’s so utterly in love and devoted to you. Infatuated with you to the point where some people might think it’s unhealthy. Not him though. He adores you and anyone who says he’s obsessed in a bad way, just has never been madly in love before. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” He gingerly brushes the tendrils of hair from your face, “Talk to me pretty. Is it just work that’s bothering you? Am I not being a good boyfriend? Tell me what I did and how I can fix this?”

His words come out coated in saccharine. You swallow hard and shake your head to free you from the trance he had started to put you under. “This! I hate when you do this! You treat me like a goddamn 6 year old!” You push him away and you only are able to because he lets you.

You walk towards your room and continue, “You think I’m this delicate piece of glass that can’t tie her own shoes! You don’t even let me order what I want when we go out for dinner!” You scream as you turn around to face him. Suguru furrows his brows and puts his hands up, “Baby, I thought you liked when I catered to you like that. You’ve never said anything before,” he saunters to you, “You’re just so important to me, the most important person actually. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of to my standards.” He wraps his arms around your waist and looks down at you. “Wouldn’t I be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t take care of the love of my life?” he questions as he kisses your forehead.

You place your hands on his shoulders, “I didn’t say you’re a bad boyfriend—” he cuts you off “Then you don’t like when I spoil you?” He knows what he’s doing and unfortunately, you’re falling for it. “No! I love when you spoil me. I just—” he interrupts you again. “I spoil you too much then. Okay, I’ll dial it back.” He kisses the crook of your neck and kneads your ass with his hands. “Suguru, no that’s not it.”

A soft moan comes out of you as he pulls your skirt up and palms your ass. “Hmm okay so then I keep on doing every single thing I’ve been doing and don’t change a thing? Got it.” He rips your lace panties off you and you gasp. “I don’t thi—” his lips crashing against yours end your sentence. Suguru lifts you up to lay you on your bed. He discards the remainder of your clothes and his as he settles himself in between your legs.

“Suguuu...” you whine as he harshly spreads your legs wide open. He has a perfect view of that leaky pink pussy he loves so much. His mouth waters and he gets a little upset. Earlier you had believed you had ended your relationship with him and that means you would have taken away this sweet cunt from him. He makes a mental note to punish you another time for that. This time, he has to be sweet to remind you that there’s no one out there better for you than him.

“Mmmm there’s that pretty pussy I’ve been thinking about all day. My pretty pussy.” He places the pads of his thumbs on either side of your throbbing slit and spreads your folds open. He looks at you, “Isn’t that right love? She’s still mine?” He asks in a condescending tone but that’s lost on you cause you’re under his spell. You’re akin to a fly caught in a spider’s web. Fixing to be spun in silk and have life sucked out of you. You arch your back a little and whine. “Yes Sugu, she’s yours. All yours.” You bite your bottom lip. He bends down and softly blows air on your bundle of nerves. A louder whine slips out from your mouth.

“Princess…” he starts as he takes the head of his dick and taps it against your pulsing clit, “did you really mean what you said in that text earlier?” Suguru questions tenderly. You shake your head and whine at the slow taps. “Words pretty girl. Gotta use your words.” He sweetly tells you. “No Sugu. I didn’t mean it.” He slowly slides himself inside you and presses down on your womb at the same time. “Fuck! Ah ahaa!” You whimper at how he slowly fills you up.

“Then why did you say that to me baby? You trying to hurt my feelings?” He fakes a pout as he fully bottoms out. Suguru groans, “God, this pussy feels heavenly. She was made just for me. Only for me.” He breathes out. “Answer me, Princess.” He softly places a hand under each thigh and pushes your knees up by your ears. You moan out, “Sugu! Ngh—ah ah ah fuck!” Your eyes roll back as Suguru starts to propel into you at a snail's pace. You quickly look at him and shake your head, he gets mad when you don’t answer him, “I wasn’t trying to -oh shit- hurt your feelings. I promise.”

Satisfied with your answer, he thrusts a dial harder. “No baby? Then why did you say that? Have these three years meant nothing to you?” He questions again. He takes one hand off your thigh and licks his thumb, he starts using it to rub your clit. You close your eyes and arch your back again, the sensation causing your toes to curl.

Suguru smirks and he presses his thumb harder into your sensitive bud. “Answer me.” He demands. “I was just stressed!” You blurt out as tears pool in your eyes, “Just stressed from work! I’m sorry Sugu! So sorry. Please don’t be mad at me!”

He hums and takes his thumb off your clit and shoves it in your mouth. You comply and suck it, always so obedient for him and you don’t even know it. He takes his thumb out and goes to tweak a nipple of yours with the same hand. “I thought so Princess. I knew that’s what the problem was.” He starts to thrust deeper and harder. You can’t control the sweet sounds leaving your mouth and they’re the most beautiful harmony Suguru has ever heard. The louder you are, the better and don’t you dare try to cover your mouth.

“I’m — aah shit— sorry Sugu. Please don’t be mad —ah ah fuck, right there— at me.” You blubber out as the fat tip of his dick pummels your cervix. “Shhh Princess. I’m not mad at you. Not at all.” He leans down and kisses you sloppily. He can see you’re going crossed eyed. “All you have to do is just quit your job. Okay?” He rolls his hips and you can feel every vein on his dick rubbing against your plush pink walls. The squelching is getting louder and louder. “You hear me Princess?”

He looks at your face. You’re so fucked out already but some piece of you snaps you back and you answer him, “Yes Daddy. Qu—quit my job.” You grab onto his shoulders and he comes down to kiss you again. He presses his forehead against yours. “Feels s-so good. Feel so fu-full.” You moan out as he slams harder into you. “Yeah baby? Daddy making you feel good? You like that?”

He kisses you again. “Yes Daddy. Love it.” You’re babbling and he knows he’s won, “Love it when Daddy fucks me like this.” Your toes curl more and you clench around his thick length.

He groans and can tell you’re almost reaching your climax. “Just be a good girl for Daddy and he’ll fuck you like this every day.” He hisses as you clench tighter around him. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl.” Your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving cresent shapes. “I’m cumminggg.” You whine out and Suguru starts slamming his hips harder into you.

“Cum for me Princess.” and that’s all it takes for you to be pushed over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm snaps and cascades over you in waves. The squelching is embarrassingly loud. “Fu-fuck!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m cumming too princess.” Suguru groans as he sloppily thrusts in and out of you. “I fucking love you.” He kisses you. “Fucking love you so much. God, your pussy feels so amazing. Wanna live in this pussy.”

And he releases his personal ribbons of white inside you. You both are breathing hard and covered in sweat. Suguru slowly pulls out and you whine at the loss of his big dick. He stares lovingly at the mixture of your juices and his. A beautiful mess that only you two get to make together.

He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you. You snuggle up to his chest and kiss it. “I love you.” You softly say. Suguru looks down at you and smiles, “I love you more princess.” He tenderly kisses your forehead.

As you’re drifting off to sleep you swear you hear him asking if you want him to cook breakfast for you both in the morning. You let out a hum that he takes as a ‘yes.’ Suguru smiles triumphantly. You have just, unknowingly, agreed to move in with him so he can always make sure you’re taken care of the right way, his way.

a/n: I had alot of fun when I wrote this! I love Suguru that refuses to accept a break up.

[mirainwonderland]

Contents: Apocalypse AU, OC (side character), kind of self insert but I didn’t specify details so that you can imagine what you want, some body horror but not over graphic, afab reader (you/your fem OC/whatevertheheckyouwannaimagine are the “she” mentioned because yes I have lore for that too)

A/N: I think about Leon in a zombie apocalypse a lot. Like the world has been taken over completely, and he sees everything he’s been fighting against his whole life win. What would that be like? What would happen? Soooo here’s how I imagine this would start. this is also very self-indulgent because I’m a sucker for dystopia and i need to self-insert my ass off Let me know if you want me to continue this. Idk if this will be consecutive if I write more set in an apocalypse, but if you want me to continue this bit of it I will cause I think you know where this is going I just wanted to give a little taste. otherwise I’ll bounce around in the timeline probably I’ll probably do that anyway. I imagine either RE4R Leon or ID Leon, either works and it depends on the scenario. Indulge yourself how you will. Okay I’m done ranting bye please tell me if you liked it

Word count: 1.5K

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The slam of a car door rings in his ears like a gunshot kickstarting the beginning of a race.

A race he’s been running all his life.

He hauls his backpack up onto the open tailgate of the beat-up old pickup, as the breeze on a cloudless day whips his sweaty white t-shirt around his waist. He jerks open the zipper, looking for the faded blue button-up— the only one he has to his name anymore. Pulling it out and slipping it on, Leon secures his pack, tugging the straps taunt and slinging it over his shoulder.

“Fucking dammit!” Gus kicks the bald tires of the truck as he comes around the side. The old geezer’s whiskered face scrunches up into a toothy (minus a few) look of dismay and disgust. He tugs off his cap and wipes the sweat off his balding forehead, staring down the road into the muggy eastern heat.

“This damned truck was supposed to last us ‘til we got to to the next town.” He sets his cap back onto his sandy-silver hair, hands on his pot-belly sides. Leon glances up from what he’s doing, looking at the wooded area that surrounds them on both sides of the ghost town highway. Not an ideal place to be stranded. A great place to be ambushed.

“Yeah well.” He sounds more nonchalant than he feels about the vehicle, as he secures the pack buckle across his chest. That truck gave them an increased chance to actually *make* it that far, because now on foot the odds were going to be slimmer.

“No use crying over an empty gas tank.”

Gus growls in frustration, kicking the tire again for good measure, knocking the cap off the hub. He goes to the back for his own pack as Leon lifts the shotgun out of the bed.

“How much farther we gotta go?” Leon slams the tailgate closed.

“‘Bout 30 miles or so, I reckon.”

Great. He’d figured the truck would run out of gas before they got to the next town, but he had hoped it would have only been about 10 or so miles out.

“This is gonna take all fucking night.” Gus grumbles as he secures his backpack.

“Better start walking, then.”

***

A cry of distress echoes down the dingy, abandoned hallway, crawling with groaning infected.

A human cry.

She jolts upright in the hospital bed, the room dark and musty. Coughing, the smell of rotting flesh chokes her lungs, pungent and impossible to miss.

She lifts her hands to run through her hair, a strangled cry of pain falling from her lips when the action rips the IV out of her right arm. An IV long run dry.

Whimpering, she cradles the bleeding wrist to her chest with her other hand, eyes darting around the bleak room.

She looks for the call light, but the glowing button has long since dimmed. Everything is dead silent. No heart monitors with their incessant beeping, no wheezing of oxygen machines.

“Hello?” She calls out tentatively, hoping a nurse will come to her aid and tell her why there’s no light in her room, no power. Was there a surge? Will it come back on soon?

She doesn’t even remember how she got here. Hell, she doesn’t even remember her name. Scared and confused, she throws the bedsheets aside and gingerly lowers her bare feet to the floor.

“Hello?” Again as she creeps toward the door to her room. An eerie feeling settles in her back and creeps up from the base of her spine.

“Anyone?”

Something is horribly wrong. She can feel it.

She reaches out for the doorknob, just waiting for something to happen as she turns it quietly. The hinges squeak as it slowly swings open, and she cringes, the adrenaline building up in her body like a bathtub approaching overflowing.

She peaks down the hallway, the space even dingier and stretching on forever.

She steps out into it, the trashed state of it sending chills skittering down her spine. Vital trees, caretaker stations, medical supplies and trays are scattered everywhere like a tornado had come through. Something dark splatters the white floor and walls. Her eyes trail slowly down her body to her feet, lifting her soles to check the viscosity of the liquid she stands in.

With a horrified cry she recognizes the coagulated blood. She stumbles backwards, catching herself on a toppled, bloody gurney.

Her vision blurs in and out, and she can hear her breathing echoing in her ears like she’s in a tunnel. She pushes herself up off the gurney, shaking like a leaf as she takes careful, cautious steps down the hallway, trying to make out what’s ahead of her in the dark.

She hears noises in the distance. Grunting, growling, moaning. She’s never heard sounds like these before, and she’s trying not to let it make her panic. Were they dogs? If they were, they didn’t sound well. And dogs couldn’t have done all this by themselves.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” She calls out once again, her heart beating in her throat, hoping against hope that something familiar would answer her.

She detects movement in the shadows, and suddenly two shiny eyes appear in the dark, looking at her. She freezes, petrified like stone and as still as a statue. She doesn’t know if she should call out to it again, but something in her gut tells her it’s not human.

Her body grows taut when the eyes begin to move toward her, down the hallway to where she can see through a little bit of light filtering through the window in the small hours before dawn. As the creature steps into the light slanting in to the hallway, she swallows her heart.

Grey, blue veiny skin on human limbs and a half-rotting human face. The horror catches in her throat as it limps toward her. The ‘thing’ is wearing scrubs. She’s not 100% sure she’s even seeing right. Disbelief makes her pause. Her feet feel like they stick to the bloody floor, slipping under her as she attempts to scramble backwards.

She backs up in front of a window to a patient’s room, a loud slam against the glass echoing down the hall. An even more emaciated creature in a hospital gown— just like hers— bangs against the glass, letting out the most inhuman growls and snarls. It claws at the window, writhing and straining to reach her through the barrier as if it was ravenous.

Her scream reaches the street.

***

Early hours of the morning, dusk barely paints the sky with color. Two figures creep into town, wary of the streets that crawl with undead.

“I was beginnin’ to like them peaceful stretches like ten miles ago.” Gus grumbles under his breath as both men creep down the street with guns at the ready. Abandoned cars and debris litter the streets, some places impossible to get through unless you climb over them.

“Yeah not many campers this time of year.” Leon mutters, skilled eyes scanning every shadow and alley they pass. “They’re all here.”

Gus glances over at Leon, eyeing him appraisingly like he’s been doing for the past few days.

“Now why do you wanna get to DC again so bad?”

Leon doesn’t even look at him as he replies. “Need to know how widespread this thing is.”

Gus is quiet for a second, his gaze narrowing.

“You know… you don’t seem all that disturbed by this whole ‘Walkin’ Dead’ bullshit we’re suddenly smack dab in the middle of. You act like you seen this shit before.”

Leon glances over at him, but doesn’t offer an explanation. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“At this point, I might believe aliens were real if you told me you’d seen ‘em.”

Leon turns back to staring down the barrel of his gun as they slink down the street.

“There ain’t even any guarantee that the capital isn’t overrun with whatever this is. We’ve come hundreds of miles, and we’re met with endless livin’ mummies.” Gus huffs, clearly full of questions and annoyed that Leon won’t give the answers the older man is convinced he has.

“That’s why we’re going to DC.” Leon replies, nodding in the general direction of the Capital. “It’s only been about three weeks, there might still be some hope.”

Gus scoffs. “Keep lookin’, son. I ain’t found any yet. If we could find even a shred of electricity in this whole state I’d say ‘hell yeah’. But we’re coming up dry wherever we go. No electricity, no cell towers, no *nothin’*!”

“We don’t know that for sure. There’s a lot of land in this country. There’s gotta be some that’s untouched.”

“Well good luck finding it.”

Few undead roam the streets as they make their way through the outskirts. Leon nods down toward Gus’ boot when he notices the older man has begun to limp again.

“How’s your leg?”

“Eh, it’s actin’ up again.” He grumbles, hobbling along beside Leon.

“We ought to get something to put on it to make sure it heals properly.”

“Yeah? Where do you propose we get that?”

Leon pauses, glancing up at a tall building that rises above the rest, the ‘H’ already missing from the sign at the top. He motions toward it with his chin, lowering his gun.

“The hospital.”

[immortaledd]

Me when I mix Golden Cheese Cookie & Lord Eclipse (TSAMS)

I DIDN’T TOALLY MIX UP THE NAMES AND EDIT THIS POST NOOOOO

If he survived to see the death of his universe.

The fight is over. My enemies are no more.

But so is my kingdom.

My temples, my gold, my treasures, and my subjects. All of them.

I lost everything.

All that was gleaming, all that was mine.

My water carriers, my servants, my status and power.

all those little kids who played on my streets.

Moon. Whose failed assassinations always made me laugh.

Lunar. We had our differences. But none cared for the upcoming of my kingdom as much as you.

My Servant Sun, who died protecting my land.

They all were my possessions. My finest, most sentimental possessions.

Ramble to give some context!

You don’t gotta read this if you see ✨THE VISION!✨

Context of the image

I had a dream. A dream SO CRAZY, it brought Lord Eclipse from the DEAD. It genuinely sounds like a mix of an Alter Forming story and a Religious story. [I DO NOT HAVE D.I.D.]

One night I was getting ready to go to bed - and out of nowhere I just started heavily fixating on Lord Eclipse. I didn’t know why, but I was just extremely fascinated with his lore, details, and the possibilities of new context. That night, I went to sleep. I dreamt I was an Eclipse variation. My own Redeemed Eclipse AU [TWE], actually. I had gone dimensional hopping for the first time after being my tech allowed back.

I was at the bottom of a chasm that resembled a desert. Like I was at the bottom of the grand canyon. I walked forward, turning an awkward wall that revealed Lord Eclipse splattered on a giant rock. His back was completely destroyed and he seemed very much dead. I had froze in place for a hot second processing what I was seeing, staring at his open eyes.

Until he looked at me.

I was TERRIFIED at first, but brushed it up when I realized “THEY’RE ALIVE.” I pulled Lord off the rock and brought him back to the portal I came from. Then, I woke up.

->

After that, it felt like he was LOOMING over my shoulder at all times like any fictional character does when you’re delusional and tired enough. That day I drew my official Eclipse design (as you see in the first image) with the morse code “I’m Alive”. After that, he was gone. Like the message was delivered and I’ve been left like a weird ass spiritual medium.

WEIRD? yes. NOT REAL? absolutely. STILL POSITIVELY CRAZY AND LOWKEY REALLY FUN TO MAKE INTO LORE?? YEAAAAHHH?????

Yeah so since then I’ve been imagining him as alive and recovering off somewhere in a distant universe. This image is the idea of “What if he came back to see the aftermath?”

He’s devastated.

LOOSE QUOTE MONOLOGUE BREAKDOWN

This is where I’ll go over why I edited certain parts of the monologue

“The fight is over. My enemies are no more.”

Sun, Moon, Lunar, anyone who has ever had the chance of reviving or becoming to attack him no longer has that chance.

“My water carriers, my servants, my status and power.”

Originally ending with “my builders and architect”, this quote was altered due to the fact Eclipse built everything himself. He transformed the world to what he wanted. He also cared about his status and power WAY more with his philosophy, “it’s better to be feared than loved”.

“Moon, whose failed assassinations made me laugh.”

Moon wasn’t revived much, but whenever he did, it was only to amuse Eclipse and give him a sense of action. Eclipse does enjoy the revolutions that spawn over the centuries, but when it gets quiet for too long, his conscious starts to set in and he tries to distract himself with violence. Thus, he revives Moon, lets him roam, and waits for Moon to attempt to kill him. The sense of thrill rekindles Eclipse’s passion to live and the society’s passion to throw Eclipse off his throne. It never works, but it’s the only thing that makes Eclipse happy anymore.

Which, by the way, Eclipse’s world isn’t completely desolate like Lord Lunar’s world is. Eclipse has thousands of cities and generations of people who still roam. He’s much like a Greek God but is physically interactable. Everyone is under his direct watch. He is often fought back against for tyranny and violence. But the other half of the world praises him like the God he is. He can’t live without both aspects.

“Lunar, we had our differences. But nobody cared for the upcoming of my kingdom as much as you.”

Lunar was the reason he achieved getting the Star, despite betraying him. Lunar was one of the first he killed when it came to family, but he never shook off the sudden regret that came with it. He hates remembering the excitement in Lunar’s eyes when Eclipse finally made his world…and then the terror when Lunar realized he would not be a part of it.

“My servant Sun, who died protecting my land.”

Sun was killed by Dark Sun canonically to “put him out of his misery”.

“They were all my possessions. My finest, most sentimental possessions.”

Originally “treasures, my finest, most precious treasures”. He doesn’t treasure them, they’re still something he “owns” (in a sense). He doesn’t believe they’re precious, but they were something he didn’t realize how important they all were until he realized he couldn’t just bring them back to play with again. Suddenly, objects became people.

[azialways]

Hihii :3 small idea but Ronin with a Reader who really enjoys the SAW & Scream franchise, so much so that they know a few fun facts about both and psychoanalyze both!

we all go a little mad sometimes

ronin x scream obsessed reader

cw: no cws!

It was another calm night at home, and you were in your room writing your next story. It was the second installment to your last book, which was heavily inspired by your real romance with Ronin, minus the big, obvious details. Your book was set in a big city, the main character was a journalist trying to get a big hit on an article, so She ventures into the world of serial killing. She tries to do some investigative journalism into the dark web, where she’s connected with a real life serial killer, except she doesn’t know that. She thinks it’s some fanboy or something, until they met in person; where he was standing over a body. The body of her abusive ex boyfriend, and bam, romance. It did good, so here you were writing the next installment.

You heard Ronin come in through the door, he was home early. Not exactly typical for him, but you always appreciated him.

“Hey Ro!” You yelled from your room, you heard his footsteps in the foyer, then approached your room. He creaked the door open, then came in. He saw you hunched over your desk, writing your ass off.

“Hey darlin, are you still writing?” He leaned over your shoulder, his hand going to hold them. “Baby I left you at 9 and you were writing. I hope you took a break.” He spoke, gently massaging your shoulders.

“I did, I took a break for lunch.”

“Is that it? Your brain is gonna melt, darling.” He joked, kissing your head. “How are you going to write if your brain is melted?”

“You’re right. What are you proposing?”

“A horror movie marathon?” He proposed, helping you up from your chair.

“Oh fuck yes. Scream?” You suggested.

“Saw.” He responded.

“Scream.”

“Saw.”

“Scream. Pleaseeeee.” You begged.

“Fine. Just because I love ya.” He sighed, giving in.

“Yay! Did you know that Billy and Stu were supposed to be gay for each other, but because it was the 90s, the writer took it out?” You told him, and he hummed.

“Hm. Not surprising. Those two are the ultimate example of two homoerotic bros with internalized homophobia.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, oh and surprisingly, you and Stu are kinda similar, tall scrawny boys who kill for the funsies because your parents didn’t love you enough!” You spoke, then realizing how harsh that sounded.

“Straight for the kill, damn babe.” He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’m not offended.” He reassured you, sitting down on the couch. He pulled up Netflix, scrolling through the possible movies.

“Start with the first one, and work your way through the movies in chronological order.” You told him, and he opened scream 1.

You leaned up against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Did you know that because of the content in the movie, the school revoked the rights to film?” You told, and he just nodded.

“Interesting.”

“Oh, and that Billy found out from Sidney’s step brother that Sidney’s mom was cheating with his dad.”

“Oh really? Little side lore.”

“Yeah. Y'know I have this whole psychoanalysis on Billy. I did it when I was bored one day.” You pulled your phone out.

“I’ll hear it, cmon. Hit me, writer.”

“Okay so some of my things. Obviously, he’s extremely suppressed, but he’s definitely bi. He has major mommy and daddy issues because of the whole situation with Sidney’s mom, which obviously lead to his going down the path of psychopathy.”

“Sounds similar…ish. I do it for the funsies.” He shrugged, eating some popcorn.

“I know, you’re so quirky and different.” You teased, ruffling his hair.

“Aye! Watch the hair. Now give me something that isn’t said in the movies.”

“Ooh okay. I’m thinking Billy and Stu are definitely stoners, like getting fucked up and fucking level of stoners.”

“Again, they definitely explored each other's bodies.” He agreed,

“Ooh, he’s definitely petty during arguments. He sucks at apologizing. That whole only apologizing to Sidney thing? Total act. He is totally arrogant and petty as it gets.”

“He’s a total dick in the movie to everyone though. Sometimes even to Sidney.” He recalled, pointing it out.

“I guess. Y’Know what? We should just watch the movie.” You proposed, turning the movie back on.

For a while, the two of you sat in silence, Ronin jabbing at the serial killer inaccuracy, and how it was so bullshit because of the lack of actual motive.

“Out of all the shitty horror flicks, at least Scream has a plot that isn’t “Ooh my personality disorder made me do it, or Ooh you stole my boyfriend.” Y’Know?” Ronin commented.

“And the killers actually have personality.” You added, and he nodded in agreement.

“That too.” He then unpaused the movie, and continued watching. You kept jumping at the scares, even though you knew they were coming. Ronin laughed at you every time, making fun of you for being so easy to scare. But the truth is, you enjoyed the moments like these where you two could be a normal couple. Not a serial killer dating a writer, not having to hide, just being two normal people.

“God you would think being with me would give you some kind of tolerance for horror, but damn you’re jumpy.” He teased, pulling you close, and you let him.

“See what I mean by gay? Look at that hold, they’re basically cuddling.” You pointed out the show on screen, and you scoffed. “And people think they’re best friends.”

“I personally think it’s super obvious, I mean those are total bedroom eyes from Stu.” He added, then looking at you the same way.

“God Ro, you’re impossible.”

“What? Would you be the Billy to my Stu?” He asked teasingly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You wanna be suppressed homoerotic bros?”

“Well I’d rather actually be into you than to use you to get revenge on your mom for fucking my dad, then killing you after having sex with me.”

“What a great summary of Sidney’s character.” You laughed softly, flicking his forehead.

“What? It’s true though. That’s her story to Billy. ‘Some girl I picked up who later on her mom was fucking my dad so now I gotta get rid of her bloodline.” He spoke matter of fact.

“I guess. But no, I would not like for you to die trying to kill me.”

“It would be so romantic though. Me, slowly bleeding to death, your hands coated with my blood. Romantic.” He went on, ranting about how he’d love for you to kill him as a true sign of romance.

“I will not be killing you any time soon, and you know that.” You rolled your eyes.

“Fineeee. You’re no fun.”

“But you love me.”

“That I do.”

He wrapped his arms around you, looking up at the way the TV lit up your face. You looked perfect like this, all in the dim light…and his. He loved that you were his, and his only. He’d hold you and keep you safe for the rest of eternity, even if it meant holding you while you jumped at shitty flicks that weren’t even close to scary.

[angelfoxx]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° “…US?”

…in which their feelings for you become apparent.

FEATURING: simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactavish, & keegan p russ I AM SALIVATING

WARNINGS: suggestive, but nothing nsfw. yet 😇 also so sorry i write k**gan’s name and i just get fucked up. i just can’t behave myself. so i lose my mind a little in his section eek

NOTES: excuse my rather small starting lineup; i’m still new to the game and all of its lore and i’d rather get to know the characters first rather than make horrible headcanons based off of their fanon interpretations. you know, like making a six foot ten war criminal dresses in a fucking executioner’s hood a little uwu baby

— SIMON “GHOST” RILEY.

✧ Everything I see on TikTok regarding this guy makes him seem like a fucking demon in the sheets. I really don’t get that vibe. Especially not at the start of a relationship.

✧ The first time you meet, he thinks you’re attractive. And then he pushes that thought aside, because he’s a soldier. He’s actively at work doing a high-risk, high-stress job. You’re attractive, yes, but he’s not going to pursue you. This is not the right time for that.

✧ Things develop after…like, a long ass time. And it’s not sexual in the start. It’s, like…you’re cleaning your gun down after a mission, and you get a clean rag thrown into your lap. You look up into those hollow soulless fucking eyes and Ghost just shrugs, not meeting your gaze but instead just vaguely gesturing at your gun. “Your rag’s dirty. You’re rubbin’ dirt int’a the thing.”

✧ It’s small things like that. Things that are helpful but always laced with a comment that could be considered sort of rude or abrasive. He doesn’t notice; he only realizes that he’s coming off as rude and probably pushing you away after he makes a comment on your form being lazy and Price, sort of quietly laughing, asks why he’s so insistent on snarking on you. He replies that mistakes like yours could get you hurt. Which, they could. But so could everyone else’s, and he doesn’t make comments about them. So…?

✧ Phase two of him trying to…hit on you? Exist with you? Who fucking knows. Anyways, he just stops talking. He’ll still throw you clean rags, but he won’t make a comment about how using a dirty rag is ruining your gun. He’ll still make a point out of sweeping fallen food and shit off of your spot at the table after you eat, but he doesn’t grumble and scoff at you not to waste anymore. He resorts to silent acts of service to the point where it gets annoying. He’s always quiet, but now he’s unnervingly quiet and honestly, is it still him if he doesn’t catch you for random things every now and then?

✧ The silent stage can go on forever, so a catalyst really saves you. The catalyst comes when a new recruit gets a little too aggressive; a small argument about your ability on the field turns into a minor brawl. Aforementioned brawl immediately ends when the recruit dares to put their hands on you and shove you and Ghost, like some six-foot-one demon cast from the pits of hell, appears behind you and gets very up close and personal with them. Asking what the hell they think they’re doing, asking if they think that’s a good way to have a team on the field, et cetera, et cetera. Basically, he makes the recruit feel like absolute shit. Oh, and he doesn’t look at you the entire time.

✧ So, obviously, now you have a weird situation at hand. You’re getting ready to go to sleep and everyone’s sort of looking at you funny, because there’s no reason for a fucking lieutenant to jump in and break up an argument like that—pulling people apart, sure, but not so suddenly and not so aggressively. The recruit hasn’t spoken to you. Ghost hasn’t spoken to you. So, anyways, you pay him a visit.

✧ You go down to say thanks, and for some fucking reason, the guy can’t take a compliment. Or gratitude. He says you were slower than the other recruit, that it’ll get you killed on the field, et cetera. He can’t just shut up and take the thanks.

“I’m telling you, I…I came down here to thank you, of all things. Can you cut the criticism one time and accept it?”

Ghost stiffens. It’s not a thousand-yard stare anymore. It’s just a wide, pissed-off glare. For a long minute, he’s silent. And then…

“Welcome.” His voice is grumpish. “Happy?”

“Sure.” You manage a little smile. It’s sort of funny; he can’t just take your thank you and drop it. “It’s improvement.”

Ghost nods once, albeit stiffly. “Okay.”

“…so, you gonna tell me why you did it?” You ask it as a joke. You aren’t dumb. You know he wants you gone. You’re expecting a harsh “get out” or something of the like. You aren’t expecting an answer.

“Disrespect makes ignorance. Ignorance makes casualties.” Oh. An actual real, reasonable answer. Surprising. Ghost himself seems a little surprised; he blinks owlishly again, and he doesn’t say anything else. He’s just a big guy standing in a little room with a skull mask on.

“Oh.” You swallow. “That’s…rational.”

“Were you expecting irrational?”

“No. I wasn’t expecting anything.” You scoff. “You’re not exactly chatty.”

“I don’t waste words.” Ghost’s eyes narrow. “I’m not dumb.”

“I didn’t call you dumb.” You shrug. “I’m just surprised you gave me an answer that wasn’t bitching at me.”

“I don’t bitch.”

“You do.”

“I’m not a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, recruit. I don’t bitch.”

“Even Price thinks you bitch. At me, at least. All the time.”

✧ Price thinks he bitches at you? And he’d told you? Oh, no, no. Externally, Ghost is stiff and stoic. Internally, Ghost is shitting bricks. Price had told you that? Straight-up told you that? Oh, no. You and Price talk and he comes up in conversation? Oh, no, no, no.

✧ He addresses this with Price, obviously. Storms in all puffed-out and pissy and asks what the hell he’s doing gossiping about his soldiers and Price just sort of laughs him off, asking what he’s talking about and then why he’s so upset that he’s bringing up one of his best men to one of the recruits.

✧ Oh.

✧ Ghost swears up and down it’s not like that. He swears and he bangs the side of his hand on the table and he curses on his own heart that it’s not like that but the whole time Price is laughing because in all of the years that he’s known Simon, not once has Simon broken through Ghost. But now, he has. The stumbling over words, the defensive aggression, the way he’s pacing so furiously—oh, Simon Riley is melting down inside that big mask and it’s equal parts heartbreaking and hilarious.

✧ Cue Price becoming a wingman. Ghost swears he’ll kill him every time he puts you two together to spar or puts you two on cleanup duty or god fucking forbid you’re in the doghouse doing some foul task and Ghost has to watch you. God fucking damn the captain, because he knows Ghost will grumble and complain but with you, he’ll eventually stop that in favor of helping you. And it’s sort of heartwarming for him to do his nightly rounds and it’s all quiet but there’s voices coming out of the kitchen and he can hear Ghost in that gruff, grumbly tone telling you how to mop and you snidely telling him that if you can’t do it right, then maybe he should do it instead. And he objects, of course, and then within ten minutes Price watches Ghost’s shadow come up to yours and he hears the mop change hands.

✧ It takes you a long time to realize that you’re really being assigned to Ghost’s side for every fucking thing you do. It takes you an even longer time to realize that Price tends to pass by you two on occasion, and every time he does, he’s smiling. And it takes you a ridiculously long time to realize that Ghost isn’t always radiating heat; whenever he takes the mop from you or takes the gun you’re cleaning from you, whenever he finishes off a task that you’ve started, it’s not that he’s always that hot. It’s that, under that mask, he’s flushed.

✧ It takes you a very, very long time to realize that the legendary Ghost has taken an actual liking to you.

— JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH.

✧ Thank fucking god this guy is next. Slow burn ass Ghost makes me want to rip my eyes out. Just have passionate angry sex and talk about your feelings after. Christ.

✧ It’s not exactly a secret that the minute you arrived on base, you gained an admirer.

✧ Soap isn’t someone who rarely gets hooked on someone else. The guy’s a walking heart eyes emoji. The difference with you was that it wasn’t the kind of attraction that had him sweet-talking you over drinks that night.

✧ This was different. Rather than chase, Soap wanted to impress — and, well, he tried. He tried his fucking hardest. He tried so hard the other higher-ups noticed. How embarrassing.

✧ Every time you’re in the room, he somehow gets even chattier. His voice drops. If he’s working out, he starts loading weights onto the bar he’s using to an almost comical degree. He loses his fucking mind. It’s like he short circuits. Which is ridiculous, because he’s a fucking soldier. What the fuck is he doing trying to lift five hundred pounds on a Tuesday morning? Why is he freaking the fuck out?

✧ The thing is, right, is you’re not exactly hovering over the guy. You have your own agenda to adhere to and also, it would be really weird if you just started laying praises on him, so you go about your day as regular and poor Soap is left heartbroken and also achy-armed because you literally could not care less that he’s lifting double, triple his body weight.

✧ Literally every higher-up notices. They make jokes about it and he borders on threatening friendly fire. It’s just a little crush. That’s all it is. Yeah. And so when you’re all doing team sparring and you keep winning, he’s just watching you like a lovesick puppy because it’s just a little crush. That’s all.

✧ Price can’t have his soldiers slacking off. Of course not. He can’t have them getting lazy — so he orders Soap to go up against you. Because, you know, he seems out of it and you’re the best of the recruits, so you’ll go against someone better. Yeah. That’s why he calls him out.

✧ God bless the poor guy. He panics for like three seconds and then makes a very thickly-accented taunt about how it’s unfair to you to go up against him. You, of course, in the spirit of good fun, reply to his taunt and tell him to prove it.

✧ He goes into the circle with you. He goes into the circle with you and he fucking falls apart.

You’ve quickly learned that talking is Soap’s weakness. If his mouth is moving, his feet fall behind.

“Get enough sleep last night, MacTavish?” You dodge a flying fist. “You look a little sleepy.”

“Got plenty.” A wry grin crosses his face. “Don’t worry about my beauty sleep.”

“I have reason to. You need it.” You wrinkle your nose. “Bad.”

Soap’s jaw drops slightly, and — there! — he hesitates. Probably out of surprise, but it’s enough. Deftly, you lunge in at his knees, swipe them out, and…hm. Simple. Almost too easy, actually, to pin him.

Soap’s heart is pounding under your hand. His chest is flat against the ground, but you can feel it through his back, which is wild in and of itself. He grunts when his cheek hits the ground; he mumbles something akin to “bloody hell”, but you can’t quite make out the words.

Grinning, you sit back and kick your heel up against his neck, keeping his head pinned down. The cheering you receive mostly comes from recruits who are impressed with your skill.

The minority is higher-ups, exchanging amused glances. They seem awfully humored with the sight of one of their own being pinned so easily by a new recruit. Hmm…

✧ From that point on, Soap somehow manages to watch more of your sparring sessions. He usually just watches, rather than critique; if you ask, he’ll just say you certainly seem to be doing fine. If you ask for help, though, he’ll help you. Christ, he’ll help you. He’ll genuinely spend time assisting you on whatever is troubling you.

✧ Eventually, after a long training day, you decide to ask Soap to join you in the ring. You genuinely just want to see how you stack up to a “better” opponent; you’ve apparently pushed beating him to the side. Or you just want to do it again. He doesn’t think of that, though.

✧ He’ll come in (after teasing you just a bit) and he will spar with you, just giving you advice and pointers mid-action. He’s whipped, but he’s also still a trained soldier. He knows what he’s doing, and once he gets through the brain fog you seem to weigh down onto him, he is genuinely helpful.

✧ Still, after you’re both hot and panting and finished and resting on the sidelines, you have to ask him why he helps you so much. You have to ask if it’s because he thinks you’re lacking, or bad, or if it’s some sort of personal vendetta for that one time in front of the recruits and the higher-ups.

✧ Soap just laughs and, rather awkwardly, rubs at his neck. He avoids eye contact, and he bites his lip, and he tilts his head around before he dares answer you, tone sheepish. “Consider it a, ah, personal interest.”

— KEEGAN P RUSS.

✧ SHITS MYSELF VIOLENTLY. SO SORRY

✧ i love this fucking man so very much and i don’t know jack shit abt him because i need to play ghosts and get the first hand experience like I don’t want to spoil his character but I URRRGHHGGGGG

✧ imma try to do him justice but sorry if im missing on important lore

✧ He’s not as uptight as Ghost, but he’s not as whipped as Soap. He’s somewhere in the middle; he’s aware that you’re attractive but he does push it aside. He’s working. You’re working. He doesn’t have time for that, and it’s also a safety concern. He remembers what they did to Ajax, and god fucking forbid they try to pull that shit with anyone else to use as bait.

✧ When he’s at base, he’s busy. He’s devoted to his work and he doesn’t cut corners to chit-chat. The most social he’ll really get is at dinner; he’s the kind of person who will eat with the group, but rather than talk, he’ll really just listen. he’s me fr fr

✧ Getting to know Keegan is sort of awkward because he’s just not super outgoing. He’s attractive (if your radio is on and you don’t buckle at the knees the first time you hear his sexy deep pantywetting voice over the thing, are you even real?) and he’s got the whole mysterious quiet guy thing down, and yet when you approach him to try and strike up a conversation with a simple question (“So how was your day?”) he’s prone to just looking at you and raising a brow and answering sort of flatly. (“Same as every other one. What, did something happen?”)

✧ Most of your bonding actually occurs when it’s just the two of you. You’ve bumped into him late at night before — sometimes he’s at the range shooting targets and fiddling with a variety of weapons, or sometimes he’s in the kitchen scouring the shelves, or sometimes he’s in the gym working out when nobody is there to bother him and ogle his fine ass fucking body holy shit his thighs. He’s a little easier to talk to at night, actually. Maybe it’s the lack of a crowd, but the first time you stumble into him making himself a pot of fucking tea at damn near midnight, he actually seems friendly.

“What are you making?” For a moment, you panic, thinking that you might’ve just scared the shit out of poor Keegan by speaking so suddenly and from behind where he’s standing beside the sink, a little humming kettle in front of him. His shoulders god his fuckinf shoulders i want to lick them don’t so much as twitch, though — and then you remember the guy’s entire job is stealth and observation. Hell, he probably heard you across camp.

“Tea.” Yeah, he couldn’t sound less concerned. His voice is as low and gravelly as usual; he sounds a little more relaxed, actually, not so brash and shout-y. “Chamomile.”

“Sergeant Russ drinks chamomile tea?” You laugh a little, sort of tentatively. You two aren’t strangers, but you’ve only had a few conversations…if you can call brief exchanges conversations, of course.

“…yeah?” Keegan actually sounds confused; it’s dark in the kitchen, but you can make out the outline of his head turning over his shoulder. “What, you got a problem with that?”

“No. No, sir. No problem.” You shrug. “I just didn’t peg you to be the chamomile tea type.”

“Didn’t you?” The short scoffish bark Keegan lets out is a brief laugh. “What did you peg me for?”

“Dunno. Black, I guess.”

“Are you calling me boring?”

“No.”

Keegan hums in response to that. He busies himself with pouring his tea and thank fucking god your eyes have adjusted to the dim light in here because god, his fucking hip to waist ratio under that gear is something wicked and you let your conversation slip. You’re in here for a snack, but you don’t want to bother—

“You come in here for somethin’ other than staring?” Oh. Good. This is the Keegan you’d expected after hearing him sass half of his team on comms. You can hear the edge of a grin in his voice; there’s a shuffle as he turns around and then a wooden groan as he leans against the counter. A short second later, you hear the almost exaggerated slurp of tea.

“Crackers. I’m hungry.”

A wooden scrubbing sound. He’s moved over, presumably to let you open the cabinet housing boxes of sort of dry, not particularly good crackers. He doesn’t say a word; he just keeps drinking his tea and pretends to ignore you as you make your way over, crouching down to fumble for a bag of crackers. Pretend, because you can feel that he’s watching you. His presence on the field is invisible; his gaze in the kitchen is not. Still, he doesn’t bother you; he lets you get your crackers and retire to the edge of the counter across from him to snack, and he doesn’t say a word.

“Are you always so quiet?” You gesture vaguely at the slight shape of him. “Is it just part of the job?”

Keegan laughs, more to himself than in response to you. “Sure.”

✧ He is, generally, pretty quiet. His usual demeanor is laid-back and observant; if he’s not under stress, though, and you start talking to him, he’ll respond almost always with something mildly sarcastic. You come to learn that he isn’t actually boring. He’s got a quick sense of occasionally-dark humor. Sometimes he laughs at his own jokes—usually after he’s started to walk away from you. He’s fiercely protective of the Ghosts and any recruits training near or with them. He also doesn’t seem to mind you.

✧ You’d hesitate to say you two were friends — it always seemed like there was something in between you, though you couldn’t name what — but you were friendly, and it was nice.

✧ During group dinners, he’d stand against the wall behind you. Or across from you, though usually doing that meant that he’d make a game out of trying to get you to squirm under his constant staring. He’d run into you late-night in the kitchen and make casual, not uncomfortable, small talk. Hell, at one point he offered you a drink post-training and made a sort of point to always offer you one whenever you had returned to base and were lingering around in the later hours.

✧ After a particularly long day, you find him in the kitchen, just drinking straight from the bottle. He offers you the thing — he seems more than a little tipsy, but when you decline (he’s been drinking directly from it, and…the fuck does army hygiene look like?) he sort of half-laughs and says, sarcastically, “What d’you look so horrified for? Too good to share a bottle, princess?” and then he immediately excused himself afterward.

✧ You know that saying, “drunk words are sober thoughts”? Yeah. Yeah.

✧ i need the fatty part of keegans thigh in my mouth right now i need to bite it i need to bite it and go rrrrrahrhrahrah like a fucking rabid dog

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Jealous (Lore)

Description: Lore gets jealous of Y/N and Data.

Word Count: 740

Request: In response to the author's note, an idea for Lore: jealous

He watched her as she talked and laughed with his brother. His perfect and following the rules type brother. She wasn’t his by any means but in his head she was. She just didn’t know it yet.

Her eyes sparkled at the android she was talking to, it seemed that she looked at him like he was the entire world to her. Yes he was superior to her and that was something that Lore pushed heavily onto anyone but she should be looking at him that way.

Lore glared at the two of them like he was trying to set them on fire. He didn’t care who noticed or what. Y/N and Data walked over to the bar where Lore sat. The look in his eyes didn’t change and Y/N looked at him with concern. “Lore, are you okay?” She asked him.

“Why are you guys here and not banging in one of your quarters?” Y/N looked shocked by the question. “Excuse me?” “Brother, what do you mean by banging?” Data asked, clearly not getting it. “You guys have been eye fucking each other all night.” Data picked up on the anger in his words. He didn’t understand why his brother was so mad.

Y/N sighed and walked away. Lore watched as she left and he turned to his brother, “You aren’t going to follow her?” He asked, sarcastically. “Should I?” Data asked him. Lore rolled his eyes, “You two seem to really like each other.” Data was convinced he wasn’t capable of emotions like that yet and though Y/N was very pretty he could tell that Lore was against the idea of them dating.

“Why are you against the idea of us dating?” He asked. Lore couldn’t tell him that he liked the girl. He wouldn’t let himself be that vulnerable. “I gotta go.” Lore said and left ten forward. Unfortunately he and Data shared a quarters. As he walked to the quarters he noticed Y/N standing by the doors. “Data is still there.” He says before entering.

She followed him into the quarters not caring to ask. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?” She asked. Her arms were crossed and she asked with annoyance. “You and my brother practically fucking each other? What was that about?” “Lore, we weren’t doing anything! And anyways, why does it matter to you?” He chuckled. She looked at him and waited for his answer that never came.

“You looked so pissed at us and you aren’t going to tell me why?” “No.” She sighed and sat on the couch. “Why not?” He ignored her. “It’s because I’m human and you don’t think I am deserving of him.” He turned to look at her, “Not at all.” He growled. If she wasn’t going to catch on, he surely wasn’t telling her.

She stood up from the couch, “Then what? Huh? Why did you look so pissed off?” She yelled getting closer to him. His eyes lit up at her anger, he was very fond of it. “Why do you think I was pissed off?” He asked with a smirk, knowing it would make her more mad. “LORE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD JUST TELL ME!” She yelled.

He didn’t say anything and she sighed, “Whatever it is Lore, Data and I are friends you have nothing to be jealous over. I-” Before she could finish her sentence she stopped. She looked at him and his face gave nothing away. “You-you were jealous.” She didn’t ask this time but stated.

She walked closer to him as he stayed silent like he would never admit it to her. “You like me.” She states and wraps her arms around his neck. He didn’t shove her off or flinch. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.

She bit her lip as she stared into his eyes, “You’re so perfect Lore. You have nothing to be jealous about.” She whispered before placing her lips on his. He kissed her back and held her tight. Her hands moved to his hair as she played with the perfect strands.

The kiss turned passionate as they stood in the middle of the living room. His hands moved down to her ass and squeezed it making her gasp. “You belong to me.” He said against her mouth and she nodded. Like the poor pathetic human she was, she gave into him and let him have her.

[fanboyzuko]

As a LFT prompt, Zuko at the Great Divide, as either Prince Zuko or Hui the Scholar?

Countdown to LTF's return: 16 days!!

now get some great divide lore before we get it with the gaang ;3

“Hello, travelers. Are you here to cross the Great Divide?” the canyon guide asked cheerily. 

Their little group consisted of Chanda, Zuko, Amphon, and Takehiko. Although there was little Earth Army presence in the area, it was still considered enemy territory, so a combatant had to accompany them. And then since there was such a little Earth Army presence, Amphon and Chanda were permitted to join Zuko on this field trip. General Iroh still had Kavi grounded, or else he would have been there instead of Takehiko. He was probably more upset about Kavi being benched than Kavi was.

“Oh, maybe-”

“No,” Takehiko cut Zuko off. “He’s here to ask about spirits. And that’s it.”

Zuko glared at him sullenly, but Takehiko was unmoved. With a shrug, he gestured for Zuko to go ahead and ask his questions. 

The guide looked between them warily. “Um, what about the spirits?”

The standoff between Zuko and Takehiko lasted a moment more, then Zuko sighed heavily. He turned to the guide and forced a smile. By the end of his sentence, it was more genuine with his excitement. “I’m researching spirits. I’ve heard some mention of spirit activity in this canyon, but haven’t heard any concrete stories about them yet. Are there spirits in the Great Divide? What sort of spirits are they? Do they-”

Chanda clapped to get Zuko’s attention, then signed, “Let the poor woman answer a question before you ask more.”

Blushing bright red, Zuko bowed apologetically. “Sorry, I was a bit excited. But are there-”

“Hui, seriously, let her get a word in,” Amphon hissed, poking his back.

The guide, thankfully, had a good sense of humor and found Zuko’s rudeness amusing. She led them over to the small hut the canyon guides used as shelter between trips and offered them some tea. Takehiko looked tempted to stay outside, but Chanda shot him an unimpressed look. He was the chaperone, so he couldn’t dip out just because he didn’t want to sit through story time.

They settled around a small cooking fire with tea from the guide and snacks from their supplies. Zuko was nearly vibrating off his cushion by the time the guide smiled and answered his questions.

“There are indeed spirits in the canyon, but I wouldn’t advise trying to directly research them. They’re trickster spirits, you see. I’ve never encountered them, but my uncle has had a few run-ins over the years.”

“I heard people go missing in the Great Divide! Is it the spirits’ doing?”

The guide nodded solemnly. “Some legends say lost souls of the departed wander the canyon.”

“It’s haunted?!” Amphon squeaked, grabbing onto Chanda’s arm.

Biting back a laugh, Chanda patted Amphon’s arms hugging her. Honestly, she was too adorable sometimes.

Zuko wasn’t cowed. He crossed his arms and said, “But you just called them trickster spirits.”

The guide laughed. “Ah, sorry, sorry, I can’t help but share ghost stories over a fire. Yes, I did call them trickster spirits. Sometimes people hear voices of those they’ve lost, which led to the rumors of ghosts. But my uncle once followed those voices, and they led him straight into a canyon crawler nest.”

“How did he get out alive?” Amphon gasped.

“Pure luck and grit,” the guide said with a proud grin. “My uncle was a phenomenal earthbender back in the day. He’s learned his lesson now, though, and is careful to never put himself or others in such a situation.”

 Takehiko scoffed. “Sounds to me like people just lose their mind down there and get eaten by canyon crawlers.”

“Well, that’s possible too. Who’s to know!”

Zuko stood with a crazed look in his eyes. “I just need to get closer and-”

Chanda pulled him back down. 

“We’re not going into the canyon,” Takehiko said. “Actually, I changed my mind. I do believe in these stupid spirits now. Because Agni knows, if we went down there, they’d immediately lure your ass away and I’d be in deep shit with your uncle.” 

“Besides, I doubt these sorts of spirits would give you any guidance in finding the Avatar,” Chanda added, pulling her arm free enough from Amphon to sign. She didn’t know why Amphon was still frightened, but it wasn’t a hardship to allow her to keep hugging her. “We’ve learned about them, and now we know we don’t need to research them further.”

Zuko sighed heavily and crossed his arms. He didn’t outright pout, but the stubborn set of his jaw was essentially his version of pouting. 

Amphon hid a giggle in Chanda’s shoulder and Takehiko rolled his eyes.

The guide smiled at them. “Well, even if you’re not crossing, I recommend staying for the night. Sunset is a wonder to behold over the Great Divide!”

“Oh, can we stay for that, please?!” Amphon exclaimed, finally letting Chanda go to clasp her hands together and turn to Zuko pleadingly. “It’d be so romantic- for painting! Wouldn’t it be such a romantic setting to paint!”

Zuko raised his eyebrow. “With what painting supplies?”

Amphon smiled sheepishly. “Ah, well, I packed some, just in case… Since the Great Divide is said to be a natural wonder…”

“Kavi better be free to babysit next time,” Takehiko groaned as Zuko lit up and excitedly agreed to stay the night so they could paint the sunset.

Chanda snorted and signed to him, “Doubt it. Keep up the good work, babysitter.”

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Wondering if you have any headcanons for what jobs the kids pursued when they got older

Hi!!

So l actually haven't put much thought into this (I probably should) as I don't currently have a "post cannon" middle ground between the show and PC (pre-teen/teen/young adult) so I'll just give you their most used occupations in my "incredibly scuffed clashing with cannon" aus :)

Stan - Anything revolving around animals or child education. Veterinary, wildlife rescue/rehab, music teacher, world history teacher. I highkey pulled the world history one out of my ass. I just remembered all the epics and legends I learned in that course and I feel like Stan would be all over that

Kyle - Law, child psychology, music, art. Law for obvious reasons, yes follow in your fathers footsteps not because you want to be like him but because you want to be BETTER than him (sorry gang, I hate Gerald as much of some of yall hate Randy). Child Psychology is pretty widely accepted by everyone it sense for Kyle to want to help kids (add in watching his friends go through childhood trauma and not being able to do anything about it as a motivator and the story is chefs kiss) some of my Kyle's would KILL to have this job but I fuck them over a little to much and they can't (sorry bb, I love you I swear). Hear me out: slutty indie singer Kyle and his shitty band of childhood trauma repressors to challenge Crimson Dawn, PEAK rivals to lovers. I have no clue why but I’ve been chipping away at a starving artists au since May and bpd artist icon Kyle has lived rent free in my head ever since

Kenny - Paramedic, doctor, firefighter, scientist. I LIVE for Kenny getting high stakes jobs that match his high stakes life style so I feel he’d excel at jobs where he’d have to get creative on spot. I also adore the smart Kenny who still acts like a himbo thing. PC, he’s a smart little freak and I love that

Cartman - CEO or entrepreneur. I will always be a sucker for self made business man Cartman wether he’s an antagonist or protagonist. I think it adds so much to his character. Either he’s the antagonist and does some fucked up shit to the protagonist (typically Kyle or Butters let’s be so fr) and an issue for the plot is no one believes them since he’s held in such a good light by the community. OR the antagonist is a higher power and by helping the protagonist, his playing all his cards and risking loosing EVERYTHING

Butters - Baker. I’m sorry, he deserves all good things and the Vic Chaos plot doesn’t really do it for me. I want to give him a cute little bakery to just relax and decompress from that traumatic ass childhood

Craig - Astronomer, racing, detective, forensic pathologist. I feel like the first two are pretty self explanatory lmfaoo. And Kivea and acreekinthenight turned me on the other two. Craig having a high risk, stress heavy job really allows more character development and lore opportunities

Tweek - I’m guilty of criminally negligent my little meth addict and I think the only job I’ve given him is keyboardist for Crimson Dawn. Kinda wanna give him a gun and see what happens

Clyde & Tolkien - Film/screen play writing, club owners. Now these aren’t the only jobs I write for them. I’ve got plenty of separate ones but ever since I started the SDAU, I live for them working together in the film industry. And they’re literally THE club owners. Chaotic as fuck but the

Jimmy - Comedian. Let the king keep his crown bro. I could never cut the comedy aspect out

Wendy - Something in politics or child education. Wendy for president man, she’d have my vote. Also I could picture her and Kyle working at the same school. They’d gossip so much smh

Bebe - SALON OWNER BEBE MY LOVE!!! Let her be an independent business woman and still kind of a bimbo

[chronically-ghosted]

Hey I love you and I’m having thots about vampire!Dieter and his hedonistic lifestyle and his lavish parties at his estate and how he invites you up to show you his private rooms and he-

Oh, you mean like when he asks you about your--

Pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

Warnings: flirting, a bit of blood, maybe dubcon due to The Thrall but i think it's safe to say we all want It from vampire!dieter, unbeta-ed because i needed to write something or someone was going to die

A/N: look at what you've done @sp00kymulderr you've gone and given a perfectly good fic LORE

“Theories.”

“What?” 

Dieter’s smirk pulls his mouth and his head towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. He rubs his fingers together, his wrist dangling over the edge of the deep-backed leather chair. The clean lines of his Armani pants and wing-tipped shoes give him the impression of leaning forward, as if he intended to tumble right through those windows and out into the party below. The music is muted, smothered, but the lights illuminate the sky like the sun beneath the waves. 

“Your theories. About all of this. About my dad, granddad. Everyone who’s ever walked in here – press or not –,” he lazily drags his gaze up from your ass to your tits for the third time that night, “– has had some wild theories that I just love to listen to. Little bedtime stories to put me to sleep. So let’s hear ‘em.”

You had doubts about this dress when you left your apartment but you have to dig your nails into your palms to keep from tugging it back down over your thighs because you know you have something every time Dieter looks at you. Maybe not for long, but you might be the first person in fifty years to walk out of here with something to say.

Your heart suddenly fluttering higher in your throat, you turn away towards the movie memorabilia lining the walls in glass shelves to give him the angle he’s been inching towards all night. Over your shoulder, you see his eyes drop – predictably. You let the line out a bit more and bend at the waist to examine the original glove from The Natural. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard them all, Mr. Bravo. The mystery around your family is nearly as old as Hollywood itself so I’m sure there’s nothing I can say that you haven’t heard before. Which reminds me . . .” You straighten up and, by some miracle, he meets your eyes, gaze no longer wandering. “Why me?” 

His mouth curls, but it’s the glint in his eyes that shows razor-sharp teeth. 

“I’ve always admired the brevity of wit, but you’re going to have to be more specific.”

Your jacket creaks when you cross your arms, eyebrow arched. “I’ve been with The Mezzanine for five years with half-a-dozen bylines under my belt. There’s a list of more experienced reporters a mile long. Why, after ignoring every press inquiry for the past twenty years, did you ask me to interview you? Oh, and consider this my first official question.” 

With an expansive inhale, Dieter draws himself to his feet. He takes a few steps towards the windows, just before the light catches the shine of his shoes. 

“Give me a theory and I’ll answer your question.”

You frown at his broad shoulders. Streaks of fuschia and green and gold tangle in his curls, setting the ends on fire. You think of those electric lamps under your grandfather’s porch that drew in moths with dust brown wings. Moths that ended up dead on the wooden floor. 

You find yourself inches from his left shoulder. 

“That’s not how these things usually go, Mr. Bravo.” 

“Humor the old hermit.” He grins and the smell of spice and smoke and lineage blooms in your nose. You school your face, swallowing down your beating heart. 

“The mob. So why me?”

Dieter chuckles. “The mob?”

“Happened to Frank Sinatra, didn’t it?”

“I don’t appreciate the comparison,” Dieter sneers. “Blue Eyes was an asshole and an idiot.”

You turn towards him, your turn to grin. “Speaking from personal experience?”

“Yes, actually.” 

“Unbelievable.” You roll your eyes and wander back towards the cabinet. It’s now you notice the odd placement of the couch and chairs in front of the memorabilia. As if hours were spent staring at them. “Do you have anything to drink?”

Dieter blinks at you. “Uh. No. Do you want me to call up for one?”

“No, Mr. Bravo, I want you to answer my question: why me?”

“Because you care.”

Dieter turns away from the lights, the music, the night and stares at you. The teasing sparkle, the sardonic grin – they’re gone. A different man stands before you – one with the same beautiful set of curls, with the same soft eyes. But you see something on his face you didn’t think was possible: yearning. 

“Everyone who ever came here only wanted a piece of me. Of this. Of my legacy. In fifty years, no one has ever wanted to know the magic in the movies. The magic of . . .” Dieter laughs quietly, joylessly. He looks around and runs his tongue against his upper teeth. “The mob? C’mon, you can do better than the mob.”

You take a step forward. Electric lamps be damned.

“I’m doing a terrible job of interviewing you.”

“Hardly.” His lips pout before pulling back into a grin. “We’re getting to know each other.”

Another step. 

“One for one?”

“Of course.”

“Then in debt to the US government for World War II propaganda. Why did your grandfather step out of the spotlight at the peak of his career?”

“Ford was as much a nazi as any of them and no Bravo would ever stoop so low, so no. And Grandpappy Bravo had health issues.”

“He was forty-five.”

“Forty-two, actually. The same age I am now.” He grins down at you and you find yourself staring up at him. Had his eyes always had that golden circle in the center?

“Give me another theory.”

“Drugs – boring but reliable. Why was your father so secretive about his role as a financial backer during the 60s movie revival?”

“He hated the attention, as much as a Bravo can. You’re getting closer.”

“It was drugs?” You tear your gaze that had somehow slipped to his lips back up to his eyes, but Dieter shakes his head.

“A drug of some kind, but not the kind you’re thinking of. A powerful drug. The most powerful.”

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

“Life itself.” Again, you see his teeth and without your control, your heart leaps into your throat. You narrow your eyes against the brilliant light of his mouth.

“Why do you care so much about my theories?”

“Because you’re not asking the right questions. You’re close, but not quite.” 

His hand floats against your jaw, fingertips crackling in the millimeter above your skin, and that spicy scent floods your brain in a sudden avalanche that makes your knees wobble. You huff, dizzy, a fog settling across your mind, and you put a hand against his chest to keep you from stumbling. His thumb drags against your bottom lip and that bright sensation becomes a focus point by which the entire universe revolves around. 

His eyes are entirely golden now.

“Ask the question you’ve been begging to, darling.”

You swallow through the haze, through the pounding of your heart, through the heaviness of your knees, and the wetness in your underwear. 

“No,” you mumble, “I . . . Dieter, you’ll laugh.”

“Try me, sweetheart.” His other hand joins his first, cradling your jaw, dragging you closer. “I want to hear it.”

“I think you’re a vampire.” The words dribble off your numb lips but even through the lag, you know you’ve screwed up. Something has gummed up the crevices of your brain, but that’s not the thing to say to the highly-eccentric social recluse you’ve put your career at risk to interview. 

“Dieter, I’m sorry – I-I-I didn’t mean–,”

But he laughs. Laughs and your moth wings get caught in the light of the white gleam of his fangs. His hand slips to your waist as his thumb brushes your cheek, golden eyes anything but angry.

“I knew you were clever.” 

Your nails dig into his jacket where you don’t feel a heartbeat. Your knees want you to fall forward into him, but your elbows struggle as the last shreds of a survival instinct. 

“Dieter–,”

“Shh, darling, you are smart. Too smart for your own good. You knew the truth the second you walked in here and you did it anyway. But that big brain won’t let you believe it until you see it, so breathe, darling. Breath and it will be over in a minute.”

He lowers his face, his cold breath against your neck cracking through the haze, icing your heart. You whimper, afraid –

Afraid he’s going to kill you.

Afraid that you’ll let him.

A warm tongue saturates the skin of your neck and you realize there are devil faces in the wood carving of the ceiling, your head tipped back and arms wrapped around his shoulders. 

“No crying. I will make this very good for you.” 

You blink and the ice in your heart melts out the corner of your eyes, tears running off your cheeks.

“Will I die?”

Dieter lets out a noise that’s a whine and a groan all at once. “No. We’re not nearly done having fun.”

And he bites you.

Euphoria erupts across your skin, an electric pulse waking up every sense still left in your control. You shudder, then draw him closer. He groans, not a single drop of blood escaping to the carpet or your shirt or his jacket. He eats well and clean and there’s a part of you that entertains the idea of him losing control. 

But as quickly as it comes on, everything fades. Blackness comes on, thick and fast, and you hear him pull off your neck more than you feel it and his tongue is the last sensation you feel. 

“No, darling, by the end of this, you’ll be begging me for more.”

His promise is the last thing you hear before the darkness closes in on you completely. 

+

[asteroid-fruitcup]

long ahh rant about the lore of my warrior cats oc/sona

me? being in more than one fandom? i know crazy right? yeah well um ranting about my silly named Cloudstep

tagging @windowtoluxus because holy shit i’m going to cry laughing if you remember this but feel free not to read it because this is really fucking long

(tw for sewerside and self hatred but its really far down so i’ll put another warning there ehe)

cloudstep is weird sorta calico looking cat, like with normal calico colors but also with like stripes and gray (lemme pull up a picture of em)

this is the quickest one i could get its from a gift i made for catbark if you want heres the original

i don’t perfectly remember but i think they’re a siberian or a norwegian forest cat

originally, i actually made them a japanese bobtail but then i changed it because they live in a really cold climate (for some reason me and my friends decided on like switzerland but i don’t really know much about switzerland i read the wikipedia page for it a while ago ig)

heres their old design

(HELP ME MY OLD ARTSTYLE ASHKDHD)

so uh. if you ever see my username somewhere as like cloudstep or cloud_step or smth this is why

before i begin cloudsteps lore lemme rant about their UNIVERSE

so this whole weird alternate universe idea i had swirling in my head was supposed to be a complete joke and i wanted to make it as cringe as possible for like self expression purposes so laugh

basically in tnp the six or whatever died on their mission and like all the clans started dying out oof so then everyones kind of exploding and so somehow they get to the middle of switzerland (we’re all just like hey there were mice on a boat they got tempted but whatever the lore wasnt supposed to make sense) and they find a nice forest

so everyone sees some Fucking Puddle in a cave with 3 stars and they’re like “holy shit its a sign we should divide into 3 clans now!” so they divided into FireClan, StoneClan and MoonClan

me and my friends have a little lore for each but basically

fireclan is all the cats that are like heat resistant and their claws mildly burn you or smth theyre basically modern day shadowclan

moonclan is full of dumbasses. absolute dumbasses. something like that

stoneclan is just normal cats that have their shit together and know what they’re doing. quote on quote

enter stoneclan. there’s a cat named Lichentail. i hate him, i love him. probably my favorite other than like idfk a character that hasnt been introduced

backstory, lichentail’s mother is from moonclan, father from fireclan, and hes in stoneclan because he left as an apprentice i think i dont remember and im not asking the person who made lichtentail

now there’s also a cat in moonclan named Flareflare. we couldnt come up with a suffix for her so we jus named her flareflare. its okay because shes in the dumbass clan. but she was SUCH a dumbass and felt like SUCH an outcast that she walked her ass into the crystal cave and made a new clan called PineClan despite having no one else in the Clan. i dont know. our starclan was even worse than canon starclan.

so one day Stoneclan hears “holy shit, some dumbass started a clan” and the leader i forget his name goes up to Lichentail and is like “hey buddy can you find this flarey ahh and make sure she doesnt end the world and come back after like a moon or two” and lichentail is like “aight bet” and heads out into the middle of nowhere to find this actually red not orange pelted ragdoll fluffy ahh cat

hold on i have art for them both

lichentail

flarestar/flar yes shes blood red its described in a 50 page book i was writing as “the blood of her (nonexistent) enemies”

so yeah a lot of shit happens and after a moon or two pineclan has more cats! i’ll skip past a lot but for now

lichentail joined pineclan (also he canonically eats cheetos with flarestar no ship) his role keeps switching from warrior to medicine cat to deputy and he sucks at all of them

flarestar gets struck by lightning and dies once and then dies of rage once (lichentail was trying to steal snacks from an elementary school student and flarestar didnt like that) so 7 lives for her goddamn she will not live past 50 moons ar most

lichentail has a girlfriend named silverrose who totally isnt a bisexual murderer who killed her ex wife and repeatedly attempted to murder a cat named copperspots who i didnt mention because she’s with the stars now

some cats named crimsonpaw, lemonpaw, moonpaw, acornpaw, rosepaw and skypaw are in the clan now and their mentoring situations are a mess

moonpaw and acornpaw are slightly older than everyone else and also best friends

skypaw is the oldest

rosepaw is the youngest

crimsonpaw is flarestars child

soo. cloudstep…

cloudstep (well unnamed at the time) was born as a loner with their siblings (3) in the middle of nowhere. they’re a curious little shit so one day cloud asks younger sister torrentwind (also unnamed) “hey wanna explore” and torrent being a silly young fella is like “sure haha!!!” so they run off and soon realize they fucked up because uh oh theyre in the middle of nowhere and cant get home. so for about a week they traverse the landscapes until they roll down a hill towards pineclan territory and crimsonpaw finds them and spawns them into PineClan.

so yea. cloudpaw has an obbsession over leaves n stuff and is always trying to show the other apprentices the cool leaves they find! but no one cares because theyre just leaves!

ima just throw in a meme rq hold on

yeah basically if anything bad happened to me irl… this poor thing was getting the worst of it :3

AvA 11 core-

(tw here !!! i think this is a decent place to cut off bc the rest of the post is kinda that)

so yeah. cloudpaw likes leaves, no one likes leaves (should mention theyre also trajning to be a medicine cat so idk what this was about) and lichentail the little shit isn’t being helpful at all.

so cloudpaw is stressed as hell and decides to become a warrior. stuff gets a little better, she graduates or something, no more lichentail. and she has friends i guess but still no one really likes leaves

so yeah. she starts spiralling. waking up in the morning is getting harder for them. they’re getting dreams of lichentail and silverrose, a terrible fate for flarestar. they have no one to truly call family in pineclan, just a few friends. every day. wake up, if you can. hunt something, why do i smell blood on the borders? ignore it. walk back. there was nothing there anyways.

rosefur(paw) is dead? that was the scent on the borders. cloudstep wished that they cared, why didn’t they? lichenstar is the leader? great. just great. and he hated them too.

it was a terrible desicion, she doesn’t remember what it was, but they snapped at lemoncane on patrol and ran back to camp before anyone saw the gash on her face and questioned what caused it. who’s fault truly was it anyways? what had gotten into her?

the next moon was empty. nothing. silence on patrols. silence in camp. silence watching the rivers flow. silence feeling like lichentail had snuck upon the borders without her knowing. silence from everyone, not just them.

and yet, it felt like the same silence they had heard all those moons ago. everyone is still in silence. but crimsonstar is still around… no. just silence. and she probably doesn’t like leaves anyways.

cloudstep forgot to smile when they turned towards crimsonstar that day. thankfully.

there was a good bush of deathberries outside of camp. she left. silence. silence, silence. maybe the silence would end in starclan. whatever.

and they fell to the floor.

starclan wasn’t terrible, for the most part. at least they could visit moonheart and flarestar now. but what’s this? crimsonstar at the crystal cave? wants her back? misses her? found them and cried?

but why?

flarestar looked at cloudstep. the rules never seemed to apply anyways. and this would be the one smart desicion that flarestar would make, whether it should have been possible or not.

a few minutes passed and cloudstep woke up next to the berry bush once again

and suprisingly, had a friend greeting them at their arrival. with tears.

applogies from both sides. cloudstep never felt like she was living in silence anymore. not nesecarily chaos, but things weren’t monotonous anymore at least. times changed and so did she. and for once, maybe they had found their place.

…

(COUGH COUGH) TURNING OFF POETRY MODE (COUGH) (WHEEZE)

well ok thats my oc ig i’ll rant about more lore if you want ehe its like 11pm tho so goodnight tumblr

[sleepy-spacetronaut]

When the Mystery Shack acquired a feisty gremlin

Start note: (22/11/2024) I have been experimenting a lot with designing Bill Cipher alternates and although they all have some points of resemblance, they have their own energy of a sort. Once the hyperfixation is over I will switch back to brainstorming lore for my personal projects, but this little experimental phase gave me a kick for making more emotional expressions and comic-format drawings. Also, I randomly started to write short fanfiction chapters for this design, my imagination has been running wild in the past few months, so stay tuned for potential story bits!

(Edit on D/M/Y: 07/12/2024: The reason this is the 4th design is because I had this drawing made in the beginning of November, but had not gotten the chance to post since my phone was unusable for about two whole weeks, so I switched to digital art in the meantime.

*will add ID for bottom picture later

One more idea that flashed through my head recently— if Bill can be a Tumblr Sexyman, then he also could total be a short, stocky and gremlin-like in a human form. Held he ravaging the pantry, causing a major ruckus in the shack, fighting children over candy—-Gosh, the POTENTIAL of this, if put in the Handyman Bill (credit to @/ on twitter) AU is endless.

Hypothetical scenarios with this design:

Ford, opening the door to get out of the Shack: What the—?

Bill, slouching on the shack’s doorstep: Hey Fordsy , guess who’s baaaack! Did you miss me, admit it, you missed me ! >:^)

Ford: … I may have missed you last time, but guess what? My aim has gotten BETTER!

Bill: *sits upright and stops smiling, now looking confused* Wuh—?

Ford: *punts him like a soccer ball*

Bill: *Shrieks while flying away and disappears with a twinkle in the sky*

Mabel and Dipper: SCOOOOORE! 📢

————————————

[After Bill had been caught red handed raiding the pantry and eating all the snacks]

Stan: *pulls out a pair of regular handcufs and tries to put them onto Bill’s wrists* There! Problem solved! Now you can’t get your grubby paws into the pantry—

*the shackles immediately slide off and fall to the floor with a metallic thud*

Bill and Stan stare at the ground rather dumbly. Bill snorts.

Bill, cackling and pumping his fists into the air: AHAHA! YES! YESSSSS! Finaly something good came out of theses acursed baby hands! SUCK IT, FEZ—-!

Stan: *unceremoniously picks him up by the scruf of the shirt*

Bill:*his tiny face flushing red with anger* Wh- What the heck!? Put me down! * starts to wriggle* STANLEY PINES, YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL, YOU MEASLY WORM WITH CATARACTS ! YOU DUMBASS! PUT ME DOWN OR I’LL— I’LL-

Stan: *goes over to the coat hanger hook on the wall and hangs Bill by the fabric of his shirts, grinning triumphantly* Or you’ll what? Steal my kneecaps? You’re powerless, Cipher. For once just admit that you lost and quit rummaging through our food!

Bill:*stops wiggling like a worm to stare daggers at Stanley*…I’m gonna scream and get your ass fined and incarcerated for child abuse. >:(

———————————

Stan, to Soos: I made a mistake by giving that menace a tricycle; he’s been rolling on it after my ankles ever since.

*Bill approaching rapidly in the background on his tricycle, a stick in hand*

Bill: HWOOOOYA! Take THAT, old fart! *smacks Stan’s shins repeatedly*

Stan: *glowers* that’s IT, I’m selling you on the internet, you ankle bitter. 

(And this is how the Pines officially acquired a new puny arch nemesis to replace the menace that was Gideon Gleeful.)

Wake up democracy, it is Polling Time!

I don’t have a preference when it comes to my Bill designs, but if love to know what’s your take on them and see if we got any favourite.

For reference, here are the links to each design, but I recommend to just look through my pinned post for additional art or info.

Design 1

Design 2

Design 3

Design 4 (it’s this post! Scroll up🔝 )

Design 5

End note: I will perhaps make a short fanfic with this concept but it will be much later, as I have already Vogelfrei to work on and Rewind the Timeline. Feel free to check out the story concept for both fanfic ideas on my pinned post. Have a great day/afternoon/evening/night, fellow tumbkerfolks!

[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: melora

oh god I’ve heard about this episode. oh god julian’s gonna violate medical ethics

goddamn ableist cardassians

julian you haven’t even met her yet and you’re already in love. that’s unhinged

ok they’ve met over voice chat at least

guess this was their Very Special Episode

girl you’re an ensign! why would you be allowed to go on a mission alone!

my dad just said “what a bitch!” i think he’s being unfair though

that’s a lot of gold-pressed latinum

oh what the fuck is that guy

quark what have you gotten yourself into now

quark what did you do to this guy

well that’s very straightforward!

why is melora’s hair like that

“i prefer to work alone” girl you’re in starfleet!

julian, whatever you’re doing, stop

he enters the room and immediately goes like “so are you single???”

“i’m not your doctor anymore” alright, so ig it’s ok to fuck

dad is bewildered at the concept of a klingon restaurant. i’m just wondering what they eat aside from gagh

quark is pulling out all the stops to get this guy to not kill him. somehow i doubt this plan will work

i wonder what melora and this guy are saying

alright! the lady knows what she wants

new julian lore! his father is a diplomat

and he played tennis! bro is just doing it all

tng had the dancing doctor and now we have the tennis-playing doctor

man poor melora :(

she really knows what she wants! outright asks julian to come in. you know what, good for her

low-gravity romance scene! idk if that’s a Thing in sci-fi but it should be

melora, floating with this hot guy: btw i’m single

god i love jadzia so much

wait i want to know more about those people who didn’t even breathe the same air and were together for 57 years

ig that scene prolly felt different when everyone and their mother wasn’t in an ldr

god i played fnv and now i can only hear mr house lmao

ah so that’s why this guy wants quark dead

odo hates that he can’t let quark die lmao

god i love when they technobabble

there’s gonna be a catch. there’s always a catch

odo will buy quark after he dies. nicest thing he’s ever said to him no doubt

ok, it seems good, now where’s the catch

oof, guess it doesn’t last long

ohhh, so she has to choose between floating and walking

something tells me she’s gonna choose floating

the little mermaid! yes!!!

melora was like “did she live happily ever after?” and my mom, who’s sitting on the couch doing the crossword, went “no, she died”

guess she’s a regular 24th-century ariel! choose between one world with her home, and another with love

i have no idea what’s going on with quark but i know it’s not good

melora no!

oh fuck yes melora!! get his ass!!!!!

why is the klingon singing

alright people exaggerated how bad julian was in this ep. i mean yeah he’s her doctor but he’s everyone’s doctor so unless we want him to die alone we gotta let him break the rules a teeny bit

i’m surprised they were still getting on well at the end of the ep though, she’s a one-off so i figured they’d break up

ig they’ll break up offscreen