#fluff maybe?

[michellen324]

You aren’t mine

Spoilers for VADD but i’m not sure it’s accurate or not

Cha Siyeon had been your friend ever since you began University. Being a naturally lonely child, you and her stuck together like glue. She was the first person who actually cared about you beyond a superficial reason.

The look in both of your eyes had been the same; a child with no one to love, no one to care for.

Maybe it was that which gravitated you two together?

Either way, this friendship was made to be. She was majoring in archeology, you majored in history. Both of you would bond of relics of the past, analyzing the craft and workmanship of the artefact. Stories would be told between you two explaining the delicate paint decorating the items.

You two truly did everything together.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned to months. When you found out she was living in a one-room basement house you immediately moved her into your apartment instead. She was a bit embarrassed, but you merely hushed her and welcomed her into your arms.

It took a while for you both to open up about your problems, but when you two did, that string that tied you both together was unbreakable.

Siyeon had frown on her face and her eyes turned cold when you told her about your lonely and neglectful childhood by the hands of your rich parents, how they constantly berated and verbally abused you in order for you to succeed.

You seethed in anger when she confessed all that happened when her father picked her up after her mother had died due to illness; how she was never comfortable at school or home.

You two were certainly birds of a feather who knew each other more than ever.

So who was this person you woke up to one day?

To you, the name of Kelvernab was an empty title. Your husband was old enough to be your father -maybe grandfather when you married him at 17 because your parents sold you off to him. Just last year your turned 18, and was expected to hold the duties of wife.

He never touched you any way, he just requires you to be a trophy wife as he showed you off as a doll to his crude friends.

Life was truly mundane to you whether it be at home or at banquets and tea parties. Arguably it was worse in high society because you had to fake a smile and laugh at the insults thrown your way from the other ladies.

The only ray of sunshine you had in your days was Penelope Eckhart, the mad dog of the Eckhart family.

You’ve seen how she had thrown fits at banquets and parties; how even the slightest of the words could turn her aflame.

And god you loved it. Every fit she threw, the words she spat, you wished you could say them yourself. Stuffed into a role you didn’t want and forced to be a silent, dull and meek housewife, you lived the way you wanted to by being beside Penelope. She spoke for you; she felt for you; she loved for you as you lived for her.

You weren’t an idiot to the way her “family” would look at her in utter disgust, or the bruises on her wrists, or even the fact that she seemed a little to thin at times, and the smallest waft of something fatty and rich was able to make her nauseous yet hungry at the same time.

Those disgusting Eckharts can’t even take care of her properly.

It was your goal to get her to stay at your estate as much as possible. While her family was reluctant you let you of all people to hang around her, the Duke noticed she did seem happier and calmer around you so he let her frequent your house.

She’d spend the night regularly, sleepovers and tea parties were a must. It was those nights where you and Penelope shared all the secrets you had.

Time passed and you two were like soulmates; you knew her like the back of your hand.

So who was this person you woke up to one day?

Two words, each with an equal. Where Cha Siyeon and Penelope Eckhart are worldly equals, [Name] [Lastname] and [Name] Kelvernab would naturally be the same.

Despite it being two vastly different worlds, the two girls both uttered the same thing when their dearest friend woke up.

Who are you? You aren’t

[Penelope] [Cha Siyeon]

You aren’t mine

Au i just thought of lmao, So yes, i know that Cha Siyeon is a “shard” of Penelope’s souls but i just though what if it’s that parallel universe thing where everyone has a parallel self so Penelope = Cha Siyeon and You = You but your title is Lady Kelvernab.

Angst lmaoo nobody ever talks about where the og person went or how they feel ✋😔

[yenerdybird]

So were back. Behold, another one of my children

Bask in its glory

Im calling this one,

My Fault

And man its full of ✨angst✨

Its more of a time divergent then a full on universe alternate, but it happens after Pogtopia so i feeeel like it can go anyyywhere.

We start on a rooftop, a wind flies by, nipping at the two people standing there.

Tommy glances at Wilbur, but the man still doesn't look at him. Eyes and ears on Tubbo and Tommy doesnt know what to think of it. He knows what Wil is waiting for but he wouldnt really blow up L'manburg, right? This is WIL we're talking about! This is the man who founded the damn place! This was his home! This was Tommy's home...

"... Let the festival begin!"

Wilbur ran off, needing no prodding, and Tommy almost ran after him but Tubbos voice raises above the wind and Tommy looks back. His breathing stops as his best friend is being pushed against the lectern. Tommy turns back to Wil expecting him by his side. Instead, he finds him climbing over the crest of the hill. Trying to find the stupid button and Tommy surprised himself by not feeling disappointed.

Maybe...

Maybe he already knew Wil wasnt the good guy anymore.

AND BAM! THATS WHERE IT STARTS

Cause u know how Tommy always was like "Wilbur wouldnt do that, hes too pogchamp! Mememe" Until like the END! So im thinking that we speed it up a bit >:D And by doing this the next series of events happen

Tommy keeps a closer eye on Wilbur, which is fantastic! Because imagine all those fluff/mostly angst convos we could haveee (Tommy sees one of Wils letters?!)

Tommy, being more focused on Wil, realizes way before that Wil isnt with them before the Wither battle. (Might hafta change around the timeline a bit because we cant not have Techno give his Thesus speech)

Now this is where it gets real

Because Tommy realizes where Wilbur must be, he goes out and finds Wilbur before Phil and tries to talk him down (✨angst✨) surprise surprise, it doesn't work. Cue Phil! Who, Tommy leaves to talk to Wil, and then goes out to warn his peeps about the bombs (maybe he hears the wither battle end and wants to go check)

BUT in order to get to them he takes a short cut over the hill. Right across the bomb field (thu he doesnt know it). He sees Tubbo and waves as he starts to run over.

"...it was never meant to be."

And the bombs go off.

There's a part where Wilbur looks over the crater and at the people on the other side. (Right after this he asks Phil to kill him.) Then he sees Tubbo stock still, follows his gaze, and then stills himself. On the edge of the crater is a body. White and red, a lot more red then there used to be. He falls to his knees.

Tommy never made it across.

SO Wil doesnt end up dying but Tommy does.

"That cant be Tommy! I couldnt have-! I wouldnt-! Why did he have to come back for me!" Wil cant breath, he cant breath. "Heh ha, so it wasnt Schlatt that killed you or Dream or even Eret. It was me. OF F@#KING COURSE IT WAS ME!"

His vison had gotten blurry and he laid his forehead on the ground, still on his knees, as his arms wrapped around his chest. Why was just breathing suddenly so hard?! His chest burned and his vision was blackening around the edges.

"its my fault."

This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

Tommy was supposed to live, mess around with Tubbo, Live in a world without Schlatt. Tommy living out his days in peace! Like how he always talked about. That was the way it was going to go, that was the right way.

But then, when did it ever go right for Wilbur Soot?

Unbidden his eyes found the his body again. At the same moment he could hear his own voice, or maybe it was the person who said it first (either way, it was the voice of a traitor)...

"It was never meant to be."

Wil then goes into one of those classic, im letting myself go and hygene doesnt matter, what is shaving? What is a sun? Oh, you mean that bright ball in the sky that i saw last week?

People try to talk him, Phil being one of the only to get thru, it is a slow process.

The only one that got him to go outside is ✨Quackity✨, Frenemies am i right?

So Wil finally goes out, takes a good long walk, has some self-care for once when. Oh wowie zowie! What is that in the distance!

Hopefully, it's not my dead brother who died a brutal death, because of me, and has now been reincarnated as a ghost who doesn't remember anything from Pogtopia making me realize even more so how bad a person i was to you and whose mere presence would probably send my only just rising mental state down the drain, sending my self-care with it because now I'll feel like i have to overwork myself for you so that i can fulfill my need to make up for everything i put you through even though ur just his ghost and i cant help you anymore because youre dead and i cant bring you back...

...

Anyway, that's exactly who he is.

And thats my au! I feel like this can go multiple ways like maybe we bring the revive book in?

Im heading to bed, garsh i feel like an old lady, but im ready for sleeep! Good night!

[taixju]

Head empty ‘cept for Draken doing your first tattoo 🥴

CW: mention of being tattooed, draken isnt a professional lol, being turned on by being tattooed? Idk if there’s a word for that lol, unedited rambles

“You sure bout this? No backing out once I start,” securing his comment with a snap of his glove.

“Stop trying to talk fuckin’ me out of it Ryu’, I already made up my mind and besides, I trust you.”

You lay on your stomach, body flattened across the dingy couch. It wasn’t no tattoo parlor but you were more than familiar with Ryuguji’s garage. It was almost comforting in a sense.

“It’s gonna hurt like a bitch” he caresses the flesh below your ass cheek.

“Babe,” you groan, “just fuckin’ start already.”

He sighs.

“Whatever you say.”

Then the subtle hum of his pen begins with a flick.

As soon as the sharp tip meets your skin, you can’t help but gasp.

“What is it?” He pulls the pen away, anxious concern evident in his voice, “Did I hurt you?”

“N-no…just surprised s’all,” you readjust your head on your arms.

“…feels good,” you mumble underneath your breath, feeling your arousal pool in-between your thighs. You think he doesn’t hear you but he does. Not to mention it was a late night in Ryuguji’s garage. Nobody was there so you didn’t feel the need to wear any bottoms or panties. Gave him the perfect view of your pretty little cunt. Not that he was complaining.

“Feels good?” He releases a dark breathy chuckle - half relieved and the other slightly turned on by your admission. God, the things he was going to do to after he finished this fuckin tattoo.

[musicanddancingthroughlife]

Kisses -- Shklance

k this might be rewritten later because I’m not sure I like how it went, but in the meantime, enjoy and let me know what you think. This is part 4 to my Shklance work, I guess. Part 1 was Staring, followed by Tears and Persist, which you can find somewhere in my writing tag until I figure out how to tag them here... Wasn’t gonna share this yet, but it’s literally the only thing I have even remotely close to finished right now. It’s been a rough week for my mental health ha. 

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Kisses

 Lance wasn’t sure when it had started, honestly. It seemed a natural thing for them. One day, Keith needed to leave the group’s study session early, turning to give Shiro a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving as usual. But as he passed behind Lance on his way out, he also ducked to kiss Lance’s temple before exiting the room. While their friends were surprised, Lance took it in stride, brushing off their questions with his usual jokes and deflections. When he glanced at Shiro to see his reaction, all he noticed was a slight tightening around his eyes, but when Shiro noticed Lance looking at him, he shot him a smug smirk instead. A smirk that promised trouble to come.

 After that, the kisses came much more frequently.

 Shiro came to pick Lance up from his class one night, wrapping him up in a hug from behind and planting a kiss on the back of his head before quickly moving to grab the door to let Lance in. Keith and Shiro would both make sure to kiss Lance’s cheeks right before a soccer game “for good luck”, and when their group had breakfast at their favorite coffeeshop on Saturday mornings, they would greet him with gentle kisses on the forehead. Eventually, their friends stopped questioning this new development and it became a normal part of their friendship.

 Because that’s all it was, right?

 Friendship.

 As much as Lance hoped it were otherwise, that was the fact of the matter. They were friends. These little, baby kisses were nothing compared to some of the kisses he’d witnessed between Keith and Shiro, and that was fine. They were together, and not with Lance. That’s the definition of a relationship. And Lance just needed to accept that. Except…

 They were making that so.

 Damn.

 Hard!

 Those damn kisses were messing with his head.

 Lance was sitting in the library, at that same table where he’d cried in front of Shiro and Keith months ago. However, rather than studying, he found himself instead writing snippets of poems and quotes in the margins of his notes, lost in his own thoughts. He was so immersed in the activity that he didn’t even notice Keith until his books slammed down on the table next to them, causing Lance to jump back with a yelp. Keith chuckled, even as the librarian whisper yelled at them to be quiet in the library, and Shiro quietly but firmly scolded him. Lance managed a half-smile up at the couple, nerves trembling through him, before he tried to return to his homework, determined to actually finish studying this time and retreat to the safety of his apartment with Hunk. Key word being ‘tried’.

 Before he could, Keith snagged the back of his jacket, forcing Lance to fall backward, staring up at Keith, just so Keith could press gentle lips to his own. A short, sweet kiss that didn’t last long enough to feel at all invasive, though it probably should’ve, and then he released him. Stunned, Lance slowly eased forward again. Shiro grasped his chin, gentle fingers softly guiding his face to his own, lips meeting in another sweet kiss. Lance felt his brain short-circuit, unsure if this was going to be another part of their friendship (friendship, Lance, get it together!) or if they were playing with him for some sadistic reason he was still unsure of. But, no. They wouldn’t do that, right? I mean. This was Keith and Shiro. They were, like, incapable of being that kind of scum. No, had to be Lance’s imagination, for sure. Just friend stuff, obviously. Lance flushed.

 Shiro and Keith watched in growing confusion as Lance turned bright red, gathered his books and papers up, and then scrambled out of the library with a badly stuttered and mumbled “Thanks”. Keith glanced sideways at Shiro. “Think he’s getting the idea yet?”

 Shiro looked shell-shocked. “He can’t actually be that oblivious, right?”

 Keith shrugged.

 “Appears so.”

[starvingsans]

Eye of the storm. (closed RP with metalbaloons)

Sans glances up at the rain. it had been about a week since he'd confirmed his fears about chara somehow following him to this world. He still wore wes's scarf from that encountered. He had once done the same with his brother's scarf... but he'd nor brought it with him when he'd entered the portal. He finished the last few finishing touches on his umbrella and picked up his pack again. He was soaked to the bone and freezing. Honestly he was glad that his eye provided him with a tiny bit of light. enough to see in the soon to be pitch black of night. Sans picked up his spear, shoved it between his pack and his spine, and headed off once again in search of gold. 

he was determined to build a machine to bring back some of his powers. namely, his blasters. if Chara was around, he’d need them. sooner, rather then later...

[azreadytodie]

For Season 5 can we please have some more on Keith and Shiro' s relationship pre Kerberos? Where did they meet? How did they form the bond? What shenanigans did they get up to ya know?

[iriso-page]

Is there a demand for Dave The Octopus smut?

[elevanetheirin]

4. "Shut up and kiss me" Cullen and your OC of choice ❤

thank you @wickedwitchofthewildsCullen X Ann for @dadrunkwriting

Ann has been in the Inquisition for about 6 months now. She’s learned a lot about the people and the changes Cullen has gone through. 

After all the time she’s spent in Haven Ann has changed her opinion about everyone she met on that first day at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. She has come to realize that Cassandra may be a Seeker, and at heart she loves the job and she loves the Chantry, but Cassandra doesn’t love the Chantry for what it has become, but what it could be. She’s come to realize thanks to Varric that Cullen isn’t the same man she’d heard so many awful things about in Kirkwall. She still doesn’t know the full story but she at least understood that he was ashamed of his behavior and he was trying to atone for his mistakes. 

 The realization of how much Cullen was trying paired with the thought that she’d always found him highly attractive with his golden hair and honey colored eyes Ann realized she was starting to have feelings for him. It was scary. She’d never felt this way about anyone. People talked a lot in the Circle about how mages were slipping off to sleep with each other, or this Templar was in love with that mage, but she’d not found anyone interesting in Ostwick or even Kirkwall. She had always just assumed she wasn’t meant to love anyone. She’d never had any kind of relationship other than friendship, and that included any sexual relationship. At 29 Ann was still very much a virgin, not just physically but in the ways of love as well. Until recently it never bothered her. Now she worried it would be a barrier, she was afraid now that people would think less of her for having not involved herself in that aspect of life.

 She was thinking about all this as she strolled along the tiny path just outside Haven’s gates. She liked to be alone when she came to Haven for a break from the chaos around Thedas. It was quiet and she could think. Ann was lost in her thoughts when she ran into something and fell on her butt. Looking up she saw Cullen, a concerned look on his face.

“Maker Ann! Are you all right? I didn’t even see you. I am so very sorry, I was just lost in thought. I should have been paying more attention.” Cullen’s face brightened into a lovely shade of red as his hand reached up to the back of his neck. 

Ann struggled to get up, her ass hurt like hell. Cullen stopped rubbing his neck and stammered as he reached down and offered her his hand. She let him help her up and immediately began rubbing her ass. Maker that hurts! 

When she looked up Cullen was watching her, enraptured. His eyes met hers and his face became an even darker shade of red. She giggled a little as he continued to blush. He was such a beautiful man and the blush only served to warm her as well. She was almost positive she was blushing as well. She could just imagine what someone would see if they happened along the path and saw the two of them standing there blushing like Chantry sisters caught telling secrets. She giggled at the thought.

Cullen raised an eyebrow when her giggle escaped her lips, a crooked smirk spreading across his face. “What’s so funny?” his embarrassment forgotten for the moment.

“Oh! Uhh well, I was just thinking about how we must look. A moment ago I think we were both umm, blushing.” her face going red again.

He chuckled, “Andraste’s flaming sword, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, its just that…well…nevermind, it doesn’t matter.

Ann cocked her head and her brows knitted together in confusion. “It’s just what?” Now she was worried he was going to tell her something she didn’t want to hear.

“Well…umm see, when I was walking, I was lost in thought, and I was…uhh thinking about you”

“Oh” Ann whispered quietly her heart sinking. This can’t be good she thought.

“Cullen, if I am bothering you, or you know, you don’t like me around, I can leave you alone. I mean I know that I tend to lurk around the practice area alot and I am sure I am a nuisance. I mean…She continued to stammer out an apology, offering him a way to gently tell her to go away.

“No, no that’s not it at all! It’s just that, I…Maker! It’s so much easier when I go over this in my head. That’s not what I meant! I want to spend more time with you is all I meant” his hand going back to the back of his neck nervously rubbing it.  “I’ve come to care for you a great deal and I was just thinking of a way to tell you, umm I mean…” Cullen sighed, trying to think of the right words to express himself.

Ann spoke before she thought, “Cullen, just shut up and kiss me.” Her mouth dropped open the moment the words were out of her mouth, she couldn’t believe she’d just said that!

A smile spread across Cullen’s face as he bent down placing his gloved hand on her cheek and gently kissed her lips, softly pressing them against hers. He shuddered at the sensation. Ann sighed into his mouth and the kiss intensified. When he pulled away they both smiled and looked away nervously. Her heart was pounding and Ann felt as though the world had tilted. 

Cullen smiled, “That was umm, really nice.”

“Ye..yes, it was” Ann managed to reply.