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A Little 'Act II' SMAU

Jude Bellingham x Reader SMAU | Following the 'Act II' fic

( with a slight nod to ‘Ours’ but only for context)

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🍒🌞🍹❤️‍🔥🫶🪩 PART FOUR | A Bit More 🪩🫶❤️‍🔥🍹🌞🍒

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📍Madrid | [🎶Go Crazy - Chris Brown, Young Thung 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Y/N.xx Consentida 💅 view all 409 comments…

User09 I like that you never post him in the first three pics as if we’d stop looking after that 😭😭😭 User99 WHAT ABOUT THIS DO YOU TWO THINK IS A SECRET ATP? WhitneySmith I knew you were there but I kept quiet out of loyalty… ↳Judebellingham Cheers Whit 🤝 User85 So you just post him now like this? Bold 😭 User45 Oh okay… she like lives lives with him fr User788 I wasn’t coping well slide 6, then slide 7 came… and then I hit 8 and 9 and I felt genuinely sick. User83 Lowkey want her to drop the filter preset, location, and shoe link. highkey want her gone JudeBellingham Can confirm🪽 Everybody think you shy…👀 ↳ User63I need to lay down every time he comments… ↳ User91 Is no one else clocking the fucking LYRICS here?!? User10 You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore huh? Trentarnold66 photographer of the year award🫡 @/judebellingham ↳Judebellingham I try, I try User45 hun bffr User27 Like… she’s fine. Annoyingly fine. Aesthetic is lethal. I'm mad. Jobebellingham caption should’ve been ‘got to be with the best bellingham’ or sum like that. ↳ Y/N.xx Should I change it? 😏 ↳ JudeBellingham Only if you’re referring to me, angel User01 okay but who are you hun??? Why are you with these boys??? Louis98 Once again… take that kit off 🤬 Louis98 🔴🔵 Allez Paris 🔴🔵 User612 Not to be that person but they’re gonna get married. ↳User323 No. No. No. 😠😠😠 Shut up, shut up, shut up! User87 I can’t do this today. I’m too fragile for this level of confirmation. User051 Okayyyyy spanish mamá 👏👏👏👏 User14 idk who she is but she’s in his kit and that’s power. User000 Still not tagging him? Now Miss Girl…

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📍Madrid | [🎶Make You Smile - D-Block Europe, AJ Tracey🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Winnie.Baby1 No Tantrums 🇪🇸✨ view all 214 comments…

WhitneySmith The fomo has never been more real… 😩😩😩 User50 They’re at his house right? Like that’s his pool? ↳User67 Y/N and Jude so bad at hiding lol ↳User499 Are they really trying though? Y/N.xx Wifey wifey wifey. 🔒 ↳Winnie.Baby1 Hold my hand for life xx Y/N.xx But also delete slide 9 rn… ↳Winnie.Baby1 the people deserve to know you get carried home like a princess User40 Winnie, girl… you’re outing this entire relationship btw… Trentarnold66 You’re literally the queen of tantrums but sure lol… ↳Winnie.Baby1 But am a lot of fun sooo 🤷‍♀️ User56 Every slide is like a new level of ✨soft reveal✨of Y/N and Jude’s relationship. ↳User400 FR like thanks queen! You’re an icon for this. Judebellingham Should I be worried about slide 3? ↳Winnie.Baby1 Very. Jobebellingham Crazy how slide 2 looks like my bros house 👀 User88 Hands were held. Plates were shared. And you think we weren’t gonna find out? DeniseBellingham2 Loved having you sweetheart xx Camavinga You should come with a warning 😵‍💫⚠️ ↳ Aurelientchm Je te l’avais dit, fréro! ↳Y/N.xx Roh ta gueule… 🙄 ↳Trentarnold66 Good luck lads 🫡 ↳Winnie.Baby1 Rude^^^ We just know how to have a good time User400 Jude fangirls just go ahead and jump to slide 9 to cry…

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📍Madrid | [🎶Go Crazy - Chris Brown, Young Thung 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham Long week. Good times. Better company. view all 1,543 comments…

Aurelientchm T’es artiste maintenant, fréro? ↳Y/N.xx He wishes… ↳JudeBellingham Don’t need to be, I got one…😏 User34 Be serious bro. The soft launch is over. Trentarnold66 Not a shot you drew on that table 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx He tried tho 🥺 User700 Erm… so posting the same song as her 👀 Tobybishay Delete before they find her User56 Tag your muse bro. Just need to see if this is worth your string of shite performances ↳User81 No face, just vibes and they’re calling it love lol. JobeBellingham Put my mum down 🤬 Winnie.Baby1 Crazy… my friend also was just at Reina Sofia 👀 User30 ok but whoever she is… she’s giving. I’m obsessed. User62 You posted these for what? You’re breaking my heart! I thought we had something! 💔💔 User099 CAMA… 😭 I’m unwell.... Y/N.xx who me? 🪽 ↳JudeBellingham always. User09 Nah we been knew. we just needed the confirmation… User17 Jude… let’s be honest right now. ↳User60 Guys he doesn’t have to confirm everything. Maybe they’re friends. ↳User131 😂😭😂😭😂😭 Girl don’t… WhitneySmith Take good care of her please xx

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📍Home | [🎶Baddies - Aya Nakamura, Joé Dwèt Filé 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Bonjour 🚬 view all 409 comments…

Ritzparis Toujours un bonheur d’être ta maison loin de chez toi, ma chère. ↳Y/N.xx Mon endroit préféré. Des bisous xx ↳User81 AKA her and Jude stayed there 😅 User818 SLIDE 3 is gonna make me cry WhitneySmith I don’t have the vocab to describe her either @/judebellingham ↳Louis98 relou is the word I think of ↳Y/N.xx or beautiful?? User98 she’s letting us see 5% of her soft life and I’m still unwell User342 she’s glowing like she didn't just ruin my non-relationship with my man 💔 Jobebellingham @/judebellingham self absorbed much? ↳Trentarnold66 Coffee with your face on it is a bit much lad User87 this is what it looks like when a situationship turns soft and serious ↳User09 Still don’t think they’re serious… ↳User93 Stay delusional hun it’s the safest xx Aurelientchm Toujours aussi belle toi. Someone finally sorted it out User01 Pause. Zooming in on every single slide. I’m losing it! User45 She’s literally soft-launching his entire existence I fear Winnie.Baby1 Bellingham Baddie 👀👀👀 ↳Y/N.xx Winnie… Don’t. User09 Ok so Jude just happened to be in Paris the same week. right. Total coincidence. Judebellingham Mon ptit ange, t’abuses 😮‍💨 ↳Jobebellingham Bro you did not type this shit 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx So was it @/camavinga or @/aurelientchm 🤨 ↳Camavinga 🫣 ↳Judebellingham Little collab with my g 🤝 User09 That text screenshot is sending me into a spiral omg. Maman103 Home suits you. So does Paris and peace. ↳Louis98 How poetic maman ahah 😂 User24 He’s in her lap and I’m sobbbingggg. Make it stop 😫😫😫 Trentarnold66 kop me a pair of those wb sambas while you’re at it User88 she forgave him and now we all have to live with the subtly all over again User71 she’s so pretty it’s actually offensive and now she’s dating jude?? i’ve had enough.

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📍France | [🎶 Arc de Triomphe -Aminé🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham Merci la vie. view all 2,093 comments…

User12 Look at the lighting. The styling. The care. This is a love post disguised as aesthetic User89 Girl’s got him on the road more than Real Madrid does lol K.mbappe Gros son 👍 ↳Y/N.xx Tried to get him to play KYKY2BONDY ↳Judebellingham There’s a line to be drawn, angel…. ↳K.mbappe 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx “faut le salaire de Jude de Brum” doesn’t really have the same flow tho does it… ↳ Aurelientchm Don’t do my bro like this on the internet… even if it’s true 😭 User000 Jude heard international break and said bet I’m off to France for my girl. User238 This loverboy era better come with a 20 goal season lad… 👀 Camavinga Tu connais les bails toi 😤 ↳Judebellingham You lot need to stop commenting in French! I don’t know what you’re saying. Thanks mate. ↳Camavinga Your captions in French teubé. Y/N will translate that one for you bro User511 This is a man trying so hard to not say he’s in love, he had to switch languages User75 He posts like he wants us to know but also wants to protect her 🥺 Louis98 Ignoring the L’Arc song for now… 🤨 User23 Oh she’s definitely behind the camera. Look at that smirk TobyBishay Amor huh? User67 This post is what happens after a 4am apology and a flight direct to CDG Winnie.Baby1 Did you switch your DuoLingo subscription to French? ↳Judebellingham Nah, I got a tutor 😉 User01 Posts 3 hours apart? They think we’re dumb FR 🙄 Y/N.xx Weird how you didn’t post the part where I won 🎱 ↳Judebellingham Thought we agreed what happens on that table stays off the feed… ↳Y/N.xx What happened on that table stays between you and me, hmm? ↳Judebellingham Might need another round though so what you saying 😉 ↳Jobebellingham erm… please take this offline thanks 🤢 User45 her slide said “come find me,” his said “already did.” WhitneySmith Okay, bone structure 👏👏👏 User18 We went from tension to tenderness and i’m just here crying over two people I don’t know 😫😫

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📍Burgundy | [🎶 Her -The American Dawn🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Weekend for the best girl who's going to be the best mama 🥹 view all 409 comments…

User60 They’re having a baby?!?! My head’s on mars… User78 THE TEXTS?!?!?! FROM HIM?!?! I’M GONNA PASS OUT… Judebellingham Slide 5’s unfair. you knew i’d see that and call immediately 😮‍💨 ↳User81 Man said he missed her voice in that screenshot but clearly something else too 👀 ↳Y/N.xx you were already calling x ↳judebellingham Stop playing angel… I got 2 matches then I’ll come find you. ↳ User81 “you were already calling x” “I’ll come find you” STOPPP they're in love. i’m gonna scream User010 if y’all don’t see what’s happening here… baby fever is about to hit the Bellingham house next… ↳ User44 I renounce this. Trentarnold66 Thanks for taking care of my girls! Lucky to have ya auntie xx Maman103 Si beau xx Jobebellingham Guess I didn’t get the look 🙄 Invite me next time for the wine at least. ↳WhitneySmith @/Jobebellingham You could’ve drank for me!! ↳Jobebellingham See! I would’ve been a help if nothing else… User09 Nah this whole post’s just a soft launch of Jude’s future 😂We see the vision Louis98 champagne, carbs and chaos. It’s all very you, ptite sœur. Can't believe @/whitneysmith has to miss out on the bubbles now... User344 He HAD to have been there before camp I know it. WhitneySmith Thank you for the most angelic weekend. How will my baby girl ever top her own shower?? 🥹🥹🥹 User09 Can we please acknowledge that this shower is a literal Vogue spread?? she’s not a regular auntie she’s the auntie User22 No bc why is Jude’s game on in slide 9 💀 Girlie… it’s your besties baby shower! ↳User71 Maybe because the baby daddy was also playing in that game lol… Winnie.Baby1 Going to be the best auntie with me xx ↳Y/N.xx Iconic aunties 🤝 User01 The setting? The soirée?? Whitney’s pregnancy? The soft launch of Y/N’s actual secret life in france?? Give me a minute. Aurelientchm Who knew Burgundy turned up even for baby showers. Congratulations @/Whitneysmith and @/Trentarnold66 ❤️ User93 The way jude is FOAMING in this comment section… baby he’s down bad for you 😭😭😭

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📍Burgundy | [🎶 For My Hand - Burna Boy, Ed Sheeran🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others WhitneySmith Dropped T at St. George’s with half my heart and some luggage, then I carried the rest and our baby girl all the way to France, where @/Y/N.xx and @.Winnie.Baby1 gave the most beautiful shower I’ll never forget 🤍 view all 1,093 comments…

User800 WHITNEY IN THAT OFF-THE-SHOULDER DRESS 😭😭 girl you are the Pinterest board Denisebellingham2 The most beautiful mama <3 Y/N.xx Still crying. You are the most beautiful mummy already. There is so much love waiting for this baby. SO beyond easy to celebrate x User45 can someone make a moodboard for this entire baby shower? like urgently Trentarnold66 Most gorgeous mummy in the world already. We’re so lucky you’re ours, baby xx User78 brb adding “curated intimacy” to my pinterest board. you’re not real. User566 The necklace 😩😩😩 Maman103 Ma fille, you were glowing. You deserve every flower, every sip of champagne (well…sparkling juice), and every ounce of this joy ✨ User50 No bc imagine being flown to France, pregnant with TAA’s baby and your best friend is dating Jude Bellingham… like wtf Ma7ell From Club nights to Château showers. What a fucking ride. Gonna be the sickest mum, Whit. My G 🤝 User812 The tablescape. The lemons. The white linens. I am physically unwell from how perfect this is 🫠🍋🤍 Jobebellingham T as in Troy?? ↳Y/N.xx Stop it rn 😭😭😭😭 User72 I need her exact skincare routine and whoever designed this garden party to adopt me Winnie.Baby1 I love you so much it actually hurts 🥹 Thank you for letting us shower you with love. You’re deserve everything. Judebellingham never thought i’d have fomo over a baby shower but here we are ↳Y/N.xx fomo of the shower or of being with me? 👀 ↳Judebellingham Fomo the second I left your side. ↳User02 i’m obsessed with how jude and y/n are just flirting across everyone else’s posts like we can’t see them 😭😭 Louis98 Look beautiful Whit. So happy for you.

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[🎶Life' is Good- Future, Drake🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham On and off the pitch. Focused where it matters most. view all 2,543 comments…

User11 this what a healthy relationship + a midfield pivot w/ Trent does to a man. Footballerfits Those boots are too fresh broski 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 User50 Y/N and Whitney in burgundy. Trent and Jude in England. The math is mathing. ↳User82 While the girls are away the boys’ll play! DeniseBellingham Proud of you xx User10_1 Form is 🔥, drip is sharp, heart is clearly GONE. User40 the green Goyard… did Y/N not have that exact one in her story last week?? i’m SICKKK Trentarnold66 Sick soft launch lad. You're still late for training rn though… User0 wait… the text screenshot… missed who exactly 🤔🕵🏽‍♀️ Y/N.xx Focus on making that next flight pls xx ↳User9o9 WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT ↳JudeBellingham Coming to see you soon. promise i’ll make it up to you properly 👀🛫💭 ↳User45 ok but the way they talk like no one else can read the replies?? like we’re not all RIGHT HERE 😭 User1a6 can’t lie she’s got bro doing IG story drafts & emoji placement. respect. WhitneySmith Tell your girl thanks for carrying me (and this baby) through a dream weekend 💌 User000 This is the most "i’m in love" grid i’ve ever seen. blink twice if she’s holding your phone rn. Tobybishay Bro’s got Amour on the wall again. 0 shame in his game User67 “missed you today” YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY JUDE BELLINGHAM. User66 Lad is carrying england AND emotional damage for the nation rn. Jobebellingham Tell my parents I say hey… User90 is that graffiti in france??? where y/n is right now???? oh we’re locked in User100 JB and TAA sharing the pitch while their girls are playing house in a chateau… cinematic universe levels. User87 Girl has him posting “Amour” on the walls. She’s ruined my midfielder. ↳Y/N.xx two goals in three games is far from ruined 👀 ↳User87 YO wtf!?! 😭😂😭😂 Catching heat from the missus. User311 Future captain energy. Baller on and off.

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📍Heaven | [🎶Real Love Baby - Father John Misty🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others WhitneySmith The best thing We’ve ever done. A whole month with our whole world Teddy Alexander-Arnold 🧸🤍 view all 4,005 comments…

Judebellingham favourite uncle already. don’t test me. 🍼 User29 TRENT HOLDING HER IN THAT PIC 😭😭😭 I CAN’T BREATHE User66 no because I really thought Trent was dating Jude... like actually. Ma7ell you mean to tell me I have to compete with this face for attention now??? Tough. UserA0 I’ve never loved a stranger this much 🥲 Denisebellingham2 She’s perfect, Whitney 🧸 Better be good to those girls, @/trentarnold66 ↳trentarnold66 Got it 🫡 User49 the LEGS? the CHEEKS? the NAME?? i’m feral. Tobybishay Valid excuse to miss last England match... User81 no like she’s an angel. and she knows it 😇 User7777 So that's why he left Eng camp early... Go on lad 👏 💀 Trentarnold66 My girls 🧸🤍 ↳Judebellingham Daddy like Trent you know 😂😂😂 User190 okay but this post has baby fever written in cursive across it. i’m not well. Winnie.Baby1 SOBBING I’m SOBBING User93 TRENT. HAS. A. BABY. WHO ALLOWED THIS?! WHO?? 😭 ↳User40 He did evidently lol User81_ the way she’s already prettier than all of us. User40 YOOOOOOO TRENT’S A DAD???? AND SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM I’M SCREAMING Y/N.xx I’m sobbing. my entire heart lives in this post 🤍Teddy girl I can’t wait to meet you!! User201 WHITNEY. SHE’S PERFECT. crying actual tears 😭🕊 User8 someone check on Jude. he’s gonna show up in matching outfits with her next week ↳Judebellingham On the next flight fr tho…

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📍With him | [🎶Pretty Face - Tory Lanez🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Pretty. view all 233 comments…

User45 EUGH….just say you're in love and go JudeBellingham That slide is a vio. JudeBellingham Absolutely not, angel… User60 That hand on the waist is POSSESIVE… Winnie.Baby1 oh we’re POSTING-him posting him 😭 UserQB Jude Bellingham has a GIRLFRIEND????? User23 WHO LET HIM BE THIS SOFT?? User87 I feel too hurt by this. I NEED TO GO OUTSIDE RN. WhitneySmith Crying at the song and the pillow marks User500 not the waist grab… this is more tactical than his Madrid debut Jobebellingham Incredible work 🫡 User88 bro went from box-to-box to heart-to-heart 🥲 User922 THE WAIST PIC. THE PILLOW PIC. THE HANDS. I’m not okay. User56 …the pillow imprint? oh he sleeps THERE? I’m crying. TobyBishay Nah. This boy is finished. User60 deleting my account. UserNA NOT THE HANDS ON HER WAIST NO NO NO User91 I’m gonna throw up this is so intimate K.Mbappe Tu fous quoi en Bourgogne, frère? Bondy c’est au-dessus 💅 @/judebellingham ↳User111 Not Kyky in the her comments ↳Y/N.xx Better people 😉 ↳K.Mbappe pfft. User888 Now girl... the location is rude. User37 this is the type of love that ruins you for life User1 the handhold. the way she LOOKS at him. I can’t do this. User723 This is the softest man in football history I fear. Trentarnold66 Tell your boy to respond to my message. Tryna contact my child's uncle and he's gone rogue... what time do you lot land? User84 this man flew to France to be soft. we’ve lost him User101 they’re the kind of couple that shares headphones and don’t speak for hours 😩

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[🎶Eleven - Khalid, Summer Walker🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham 111 🪽 view all 2,012 comments…

User40 She made him a Paris boyfriend. This is what luxury rebranding looks like. User77 Just say you’re obsessed Y/N.xx Can you bring me a water 😘😘😘 ↳Judebellingham Lazy. But yes, angel. ↳User78 right in my face? this is so fucking sick User00 this is exactly how you post when you’re down bad Jobebellingham “she’s cool” was the biggest fucking pisstake 😭 ↳Trentarnold66 “yeah, it’s chill lad.” No it fucking weren’t 😂😂😂 User4_ her hiding on a pj pic broke me in ways I can’t explain. 30,000 ft in the air alone with him and your hiding! GIRL?!?! Winnie.Baby1 it’s giving: she beat him at pool and then kissed his cheek 💅 ↳Judebellingham No she didn’t… ↳Y/N.xx well... don’t lie, baby. User90 there’s love in that mirror pic. like…unfiltered, soul-level love User70 That damn green Goyard? She’s the main character Aurelientchm On t’a perdu frérot 😂 I knew the second you said she was french you were done. ↳Camavinga Game was over before it even started… User50 no one talk to me. Jude Bellingham is someone's boyfriend User81 Serious question… you think the girl has enough pull for him to put in a transfer request to stay in Paris? ↳Louis98 Beh voilà! I’ve been trying. @/Y/N.xx have a word with him. Frrrr. User40 he’s not just holding hands. he’s holding a life with her User781 my manifestation candles? blown out User000 this is the kind of love that ruins you for anyone else. Careful bro. Tobybishay A man that’s been quiet in the chat for days… User101 Jude's not even looking at the camera in half of these. He’s looking at her. WhitneySmith If I speak… 🤐 User89 Who taunt this man about angel numbers.... User111 Yo… she gives WIFE energy icl ↳Judebellingham 👀 ↳User56 oh he’s cooked. he’s GONE. she’s got him for LIFE. Trentarnold66 Gonna tag her or nah? ↳Jobebellingham fr ↳Judebellingham You lot are pissing me off… User999 DONT BE FUCKING RUDE 👜👜👜 User123 pic 7 is CRAZY bro 😭Shameless.

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count-alucard-tepes · 3 months ago

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how romantic are the op baby daddies?

Introducing my new hotties omg🩷🧢😍😍😍

Kizaru ✨: 1000% he’s so romantic it hurts! He goes all out

Akainu🌋: 20% it’s not his style, but you’ll get a bonsai tree as a gift

Ryokugyu 🌱: 0.1% ain’t no way this man even knows how to be romantic

Fujitora 🐅: 40% he tries but he’s not good at it

Sir Crocodile 🐊: 60% he can be romantic when he wants to be but don’t expect it often

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: 25% he just wants to get you in his bed😆

Benn Beckman 🔫: 80% he knows very well how to be romantic and is way better at it in his mature years

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: 60% he brings his S/O donuts with hearts on them

Killer🔪: 100% he loves love and of course will romance the fudge out of his S/O

Kaido🐉: 10% he has no idea what he’s doing

King 👑 : 90% he’s very romantic and is actually house husband material

Queen👑: 60% he’s romantic enough to give you shout outs during his performances

Izou🔫🔫: 1000% he knows the ins and out of how to treat his S/O

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: 10% he’s terrible at being romantic

Oven Charlotte 🍞: 89% he knows the only way to getting someone’s is making anything with gluten

Buggy🤡: 80% he may not look like it but he knows how to keep the romance going

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: 75% he knows how to be romantic when he needs to be

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: 5% he has no idea what he’s doing

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: 1000% but he’s that friend who has all the romantic ideas but is suspiciously single…that’s our Cora-San

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: 45% the most you’re getting are flowers and a pet kitten that he’s already named

Gecko Moria🦇: -10% he doesn’t even know what it means to be romantic

Iceburg💜: 20% he ain’t got time for that but he might share his lipstick with you

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: 100% he’ll just buy you all that you want and pay all your bills…honey if that ain’t romantic idk what is

Rob Lucci🐆: 50% but you can’t make him angry or make fun of him because he’s a baby girl would never be romantic again

Karasu🐦‍⬛: 30% he’s very shy so being romantic is out of his comfort zone but he will write poems and send them with his crows.

Koby🦸💘: 100% he knows how to treat his S/O and does everything to make them feel good. Everyone goes to him for advice on how to spoil their S/O.

Douglas Bullet🚅: 10% he doesn’t know how to be romantic but he’ll take you out for dinner

Prince Grus🧢: 50% he tries to be serious but he’s can be romantic when he’s in the mood

Loki 🩷: 60% he’s a funny romantic like he’ll just want to make you laugh all the time and it’s so cute!

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earthlybeam · 6 months ago

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Hello! I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your writing. Especially the way you write Elrond! So good. You've very quickly become one of my favorite tumblr posters :) I don't know if anyone has asked this yet, but if not, how would Elrond, Círdan, and Gil-Galad react to the reader rescuing them from being captured by orcs/bandits? Thanks!

Thank you so much for your kind words! It truly means the world to me to hear that you enjoy my writing. 🥹❤️‍🔥🫶✨

As for your question, I actually wrote something similar to this idea before the title called “Elves reacting their you saving their life’s” it’s on my Masterlist pinned at top of my page you’ll find it in their, though I haven’t explored a scenario with orcs or bandits specifically—so I’d be more than happy to write it for you. It’s such a fun and dynamic setup, and I love the idea of exploring how Elrond, Círdan, and Gil-galad would react in that kind of situation. Thank you for the inspiration! 🥺🤌

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond, Gil-Galad Círdan Version below.

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Elrond might react to the reader/you swooping in to save them from a perilous situation like being captured by orcs.

The ancient woods of Eregion were silent, the kind of silence that came when predators were near. The golden light of dusk bled through the canopy, staining the forest floor in hues of amber and crimson. The wind barely stirred, as if the trees themselves held their breath. Somewhere within this tranquil facade, chaos brewed. Elrond Half-elven had been captured. The orcs had struck swiftly and without mercy, ambushing him and his small party as they returned from a reconnaissance mission. His guards had fought valiantly but were quickly overwhelmed. Now, bound and bloodied, Elrond knelt in a rough clearing, surrounded by the jeers of his captors. His silver-threaded tunic was torn, his dark hair matted with dirt and blood. Yet, even in this moment of vulnerability, his eyes shone like steel—cold, calculating, and unyielding.

The orcs had made a mistake. They had underestimated him. But even Elrond, for all his cunning, could not see a clear path to freedom. His hands were tightly bound behind him, the ropes cutting into his skin, a reminder of his helplessness. His weapons were gone, and though his mind raced with strategies, every scenario ended the same: with his blood soaking the earth. His pride and experience told him to fight, but in the quiet dark of the clearing, with the weight of captivity pressing down on him, Elrond knew he was out of options. For a fleeting moment, something close to frustration stirred within him—but he quickly pushed it aside. Anger wouldn’t free him, nor would it serve him here. He needed to think, needed to wait, but time was a luxury he no longer had.

The orcs were already bickering over their prize. One particularly large brute brandished a jagged blade and snarled something in their guttural tongue. Elrond didn’t flinch. He met the orc’s gaze with cold detachment, refusing to grant them the satisfaction of his fear. He had seen this before—death in various forms, and in many guises. If this was to be his end, he would meet it with dignity. But even as he steeled himself, he could feel the weight of his impending fate, the very real possibility of this moment being his last. And then, a sound—a faint rustle in the underbrush. The orcs didn’t notice, too consumed by their squabble, but Elrond’s keen ears caught it. His sharp gaze flickered toward the shadows at the edge of the clearing, where the fading light painted shifting patterns on the forest floor. For a moment, his mind raced. Was it a stray animal? A larger threat? No. The movement was too deliberate, too precise, to be mere chance.

A slight shift in the air, a tension, drew his attention fully. He felt a strange spark of hope—a quick, unfamiliar surge, like a breath after being submerged too long. And then, his senses sharpened, pulling his attention entirely to the darkness beyond. Something—or someone—was coming. Someone was there. Someone you. You had tracked the orcs for hours, following the trail of broken branches and spilled blood. When you’d come upon the scene—Elrond bound and surrounded—you hadn’t hesitated. There wasn’t time to formulate a grand plan or to consider the consequences. All that mattered was saving him.

From the shadows, you moved with practiced stealth, each step as quiet as the fall of a leaf. Your hand tightened around the hilt of your blade as you assessed the situation. The orcs were many—more than you’d expected—but their focus on Elrond gave you the element of surprise. It would have to be enough. Your attack was swift. The first orc didn’t even have time to scream before your blade slid across its throat. The second fell just as quickly, your dagger finding its mark in the gap between its armor. By the time the others realized what was happening, you were already upon them, a whirlwind of steel and determination.

Elrond’s head snapped up at the commotion, his sharp gaze locking onto your form as you cut through his captors like a storm. Surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by something else—something akin to awe. You moved with a grace that rivaled even the elves, your every strike precise, your every motion purposeful. The orcs snarled and lunged at you, but you were relentless. The clearing erupted into chaos as you danced between them, your blade gleaming in the fading light. One by one, the orcs fell, their cries echoing through the trees. Still, more kept coming, their brute strength and numbers threatening to overwhelm you.

Elrond, though bound and weaponless, wasn’t idle. He twisted his wrists against the ropes, his sharp mind analyzing every detail of the fight. When one orc charged toward you from behind, he shouted, “Behind you!” His voice, commanding even in captivity, gave you just enough warning to sidestep the attack and deliver a killing blow. Finally, the last orc fell, its body hitting the ground with a heavy thud. The clearing was eerily quiet once more, the air thick with the stench of blood. You turned to Elrond, your chest heaving as you hurried to his side.

“Are you hurt?” you asked, your voice breathless but steady. “Nothing that won’t heal,” he replied, his tone calm despite the ordeal. His eyes, however, betrayed the storm of emotions roiling beneath his composed exterior—relief, gratitude, and perhaps a touch of disbelief. You knelt behind him, cutting through the ropes with quick, efficient movements. As the bindings fell away, Elrond flexed his hands, wincing slightly at the raw skin beneath. He rose to his feet with the grace of one who had endured far worse, his imposing presence undiminished by his injuries. “You should not have come for me,” he said, his voice low but firm. “It was reckless.”

“Perhaps,” you admitted, meeting his gaze without flinching. “But I wasn’t about to leave you to them.” For a moment, Elrond said nothing, his piercing gray eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, the corners of his lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “Foolish,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But brave.” Together, you moved through the forest, leaving the carnage behind. Elrond insisted he was fine, though you couldn’t help but notice the way he favored one leg as he walked. When you offered to slow down, he waved you off with a faint smirk. “I am not as fragile as I look.” As night fell, the two of you stopped to rest in a small, sheltered glade. Elrond sat with his back against a tree, his eyes fixed on the stars above. You sat beside him, the silence between you comfortable but charged with unspoken words. Finally, Elrond broke the silence. “You saved my life,” he said, his voice soft. “I do not say this lightly, but I am in your debt.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” you replied. “I did what anyone would do.” “No,” he said, turning to face you fully. “Not anyone. Few would risk their lives for another, let alone against such odds. You have my gratitude—and my respect.” There was a sincerity in his tone that left no room for doubt. For all his wisdom and strength, Elrond was not one to offer his trust easily. Yet, in this moment, he looked at you not as a subordinate or even a savior, but as an equal. As the night deepened and the stars shone brighter, you realized that this moment—shared in the aftermath of danger—was the beginning of something far greater than either of you could have anticipated.

🏵️𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

Gil-Galad might react to the reader/you swooping in to save them from a perilous situation like being captured by orcs.

The night air was cold, and the sky overhead was shrouded in a blanket of clouds. The dark, twisted trees of Middle-earth seemed to close in, casting ominous shadows across the forest floor. In the heart of the woods, Gil-galad, the High King of the Noldor, stood tall—his regal bearing unshaken, even in the face of danger. The faintest shimmer of starlight glanced off his golden armor as he and his companions prepared for an ambush. His keen silver grey eyes scanned the surroundings, always vigilant, always prepared for what came next. But even the most vigilant of Elven kings could be caught off guard. The attack was swift. Orcs, crawling from the dark crevices of the forest, came at them like a tide. The clash of metal on metal rang out as Gil-galad led his warriors with strength and precision, a beacon of light in the chaos. His movements were fluid, his strikes calculated, but even he was not immune to the overwhelming number of attackers.

In the midst of the fray, one of the Orcs, taller and stronger than the others, launched itself at Gil-galad with terrifying speed. It knocked the King off balance, sending him crashing to the forest floor with a heavy thud. His sword fell from his hand, skidding away into the underbrush. For a fleeting moment, Gil-galad’s breath was knocked from his lungs, his vision blurred from the sudden impact. The sting of the fall reached deep into his ribs, and the sharpness of the pain reminded him that even a King was not invincible. The Orcs closed in, snarling, their eyes gleaming with malice. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his pulse quickening as he struggled to regain his bearings. Gil-galad’s gaze sharpened despite the fog of disorientation, his mind already calculating his next move. He rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a blade aimed at his heart. He reached for his sword, but it was too far away. There was a fleeting moment, a brief weakness—something unfamiliar—that passed through him. A flash of helplessness that he rarely allowed himself to feel. It was swiftly buried beneath layers of command and duty, but it lingered just a little longer than he would have liked. Just as the Orcs began to close in, something unexpected happened.

A rush of movement swept through the trees. In a blink, you appeared—your form silhouetted by the faint moonlight that filtered through the canopy above. Without hesitation, you leapt into the fray, your blade flashing like a streak of lightning in the darkness. The battle paused for a brief second as Gil-galad, still on the ground, turned his head in your direction. His heart skipped a beat—not from fear or shock, but from an overwhelming sense of awe. With swift precision, you cut through the nearest Orc, your movements an elegant dance of strength and agility. The creatures fell back, surprised by the sudden turn of events, their snarls turning to fearful hisses. But it wasn’t the Orcs that held Gil-galad’s attention. It was you. Your movements were effortless, your focus unwavering. You cut through their ranks, protecting the King as though you were born for this very moment. Gil-galad’s thoughts raced. He knew his warriors were skilled, but there was something about you—something about the way you moved, the way you fought with such certainty and grace—that left him speechless. A profound sense of gratitude and admiration swelled in his chest.

His breath was still ragged from the fall, but he forced himself to push off the ground, his hand gripping the earth for support. His eyes locked on yours as you cleared the final Orcs with a grace that could only come from an elf with purpose. The moment you turned toward him, your gaze filled with concern, his lips parted to speak, but no words came. For the first time in many long years, the weight of the battle felt distant compared to the relief that flooded him at your presence. He could feel the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, but it was tempered by an undeniable surge of gratitude. You had been there when he faltered—when the weight of the crown, the history of his people, and the perils of the battle had threatened to pull him down. You stepped toward him, your voice calm and steady as you spoke. “Are you injured, my king?” Gil-galad, still shaken but steadying himself, nodded. “I am unharmed, thanks to you.” His voice was low, but the words carried a sincerity that he could not conceal. There was no formality in his words, no regal distance between you. Only an unspoken appreciation. He would have never admitted it aloud, but in that fleeting moment, he felt an unfamiliar vulnerability, one he did not know how to shield himself from.

You bent down to help him, extending your hand. He took it, and as you helped him rise to his feet, a look of quiet admiration crossed his face. For a moment, he simply stood there, his gaze softening as he took in the full depth of your actions. A flicker of something more stirred within him—a warmth he hadn’t felt in ages. But it was the steadiness of your touch, the way you stood by him without hesitation, that left him in awe. The king, ever the leader, found his heart racing not with the weight of his title, but with something far simpler: a respect, perhaps something even deeper, for the one who had stood by him in the face of danger. “You have my deepest gratitude,” he said, his tone rich with meaning. “Without your intervention, I may not have made it out of this alive.” There was a weight in his words—an acknowledgement that, in this chaotic world of shifting alliances and countless battles, your presence had changed everything. He had long borne the weight of his kingdom, the responsibility of leadership, but tonight, that burden had been eased by you.

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the world around them faded. The sounds of battle, the crashing of blades, the cries of the fallen—all of it melted away as Gil-galad’s gaze softened. “Your bravery… it does not go unnoticed,” he added, his voice low and earnest. “I will not forget this.” As you stood by him, your hands still holding his, he felt the weight of the moment settle between you both. The connection was undeniable. He had seen countless lives lost in the wars of Middle-earth, witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms, but in this fleeting moment, he felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time—trust. Perhaps, even something more. The night was still, the threat of the Orcs momentarily forgotten, as the two of you shared a brief but significant moment. It was then that Gil-galad realized the depths of your loyalty—not just as a warrior, but as someone who had saved him not for glory, but for the simple love of what was right. And as he returned to the fight, standing side by side with you, the King’s heart swelled with something he hadn’t expected—hope.

🌊 𝓬í𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓷

Círdan might react to the reader/you swooping in to save them from a perilous situation like being captured by orcs.

The salt-laden air of the Grey Havens stung the skin as the distant waves crashed relentlessly against the shore, their rhythm a cruel backdrop to the chaos unfolding on the docks. The normally serene harbor had become a battlefield, its once tranquil shores stained with the blood of the brave and the wicked alike. Orcs had struck swiftly, their guttural cries mingling with the clang of steel and the roar of flames licking the sky. A boat had been set ablaze, its wreckage casting an eerie glow on the water as smoke swirled into the darkening sky. Círdan, his silver hair flowing behind him like a banner, stood as an unyielding sentinel amidst the chaos. His movements were fluid, a dance of deadly elegance as he cut down the attackers one by one. Despite the ferocity of his strikes, his age was beginning to show. His breath, though steady, came with more effort now, and his movements were slower, less sharp than they had once been. The weight of centuries rested on his shoulders, and though his resolve was unbroken, fatigue crept into his limbs.

The orcs were relentless, and soon he was surrounded. A heavy cleaver struck his sword with a resounding clash, forcing him back against the stone wall of the harbor. The ground beneath his feet was slick, and for a brief moment, Círdan felt the full weight of age and weariness. His heart pounded in his chest, but still he raised his sword, determined to protect his people, to fend off the dark tide. Then, the sound—a rustle in the trees above, so faint it could have been mistaken for the wind. But not to Círdan. His sharp eyes flickered toward the movement, his heart quickening with hope. He knew what it meant. You were here. You had been tracking the orc band for days, following their trail with patience and precision. But when you had seen the smoke rising from the docks, when you had realized that the mighty Shipwright himself was in peril, there was no hesitation. You burst from the shadows, a whirlwind of action and determination. Your blade was already in your hand as you descended from the ridge above the harbor, landing with the grace of a predator.

The first orc never knew what hit it. You moved like lightning, your strike clean and efficient, the orc’s blood spilling across the stones before it even had time to scream. The second orc fared no better, falling at your feet with a single, well-placed blow. Círdan’s blue eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you, the flicker of disbelief in his gaze quickly replaced by something far deeper—recognition, relief, and perhaps even a touch of awe. You had come for him, risking everything to pull him from the jaws of death. “Stay behind me!” you shouted as you moved toward him, your voice firm and unyielding amidst the chaos of battle. For a moment, Círdan hesitated. He had always been the protector, the one to stand between others and danger. But as he saw you cut through the orcs with such deadly precision, the decision was made for him. He gritted his teeth, his sword rising once more to meet the next foe. Together, you formed an unstoppable force, a seamless unity that struck terror into the hearts of the orcs.

The battle raged on, but your combined strength was a force of nature. At one point, a brutish orc captain, wielding a massive axe, charged at you. Círdan saw it coming before you did. Without hesitation, he stepped into the line of fire, his sword parrying the deadly blow that would have otherwise struck you down. The force of the strike rattled him, but his gaze remained as steady as the sea. “You risk much for an old shipwright,” he said, his voice calm even in the midst of the battle. “I’m not leaving you here!” you replied fiercely, spinning to meet another attacker. “Not after all you’ve done for Middle-earth.” For a fleeting moment, Círdan’s expression softened, and his eyes lingered on you with a new respect. Few understood the sacrifices he had made over the centuries, the countless battles fought in the shadows, the weight of leadership that bore down on him. But you—here you were, putting everything on the line for him. And somehow, it stirred something deep within him.

With renewed purpose, you fought side by side, driving the orcs back, step by step, until their resolve shattered. The last of the attackers fell with a guttural cry, their bodies littering the stones of the harbor like discarded refuse. The once-bloody battlefield fell silent. The air was thick with the scent of salt and blood, but the clamor of battle had ceased. Only the gentle lap of the waves against the shore and the distant cries of gulls broke the stillness. Círdan stood beside you, his breath coming in measured, steady bursts. He was still strong, but the toll of the fight had left its mark on him. His cheek was bloodied, a thin cut running across his face, but his posture was unyielding. He looked at you with gratitude and something deeper—an understanding that had not existed between you before.

“You have my thanks,” he said quietly, his voice steady but filled with unspoken emotion. His blue eyes held yours, and for the first time in your presence, he spoke not as a leader, but as a fellow soul who had witnessed your bravery firsthand. “Few would have risked their lives for me. Fewer still would have succeeded.” You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. “You’ve spent centuries helping others, Círdan. It’s about time someone returned the favor.” A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips, rare and fleeting but filled with warmth. “Then I am fortunate it was you,” he said, his voice low but sincere. As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the harbor, you and Círdan stood side by side, looking out over the water. The battle had been long and fierce, but the bond forged between you in the heat of conflict was even stronger. There was no need for words now. The understanding between you was clear.

Círdan placed a hand on your shoulder, his grip gentle but strong—a silent gesture of respect. “You have the heart of a mariner,” he said softly, his voice carrying the cadence of the sea. “Fearless, steadfast, and loyal. I will not forget this.” And as the light of the new day broke over the Grey Havens, you knew that, in your heart, you had not only saved a life—you had earned the trust and respect of one of Middle-earth’s greatest figures.

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nano0o0 · 2 months ago

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Asked my little sister to rate and describe TPOF characters. She has no idea what game is about, so i thought it would be fun.

(btw my sis is 20. She's not a minor, so we're okay)

OKAY LET'S GOOO!!!

Jack:7/10. THE MASK STAY ON!! he's ugly asf without it. Probably a predator. He's full of himself and egoistic. Probably cocky personally. Flirts with EVERYONE.

Machete: 100000000000/10 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 DAAAMN BOOOY👁️🫦👁️ he's looks intimidating and nonchalant, but deep down he's a cutie pie. He's totally a gentleman, who likes animals and kids. HE'S GETTING IT RAW!!! 👅💦

Dragon and Komodo: 7/10 and 6/10. The chubby one is probably a cutie. I would squish him ngl. The skinny one is definitely an emo boy, listening to emo bands and punching holes in walls for fun.

Derek: 3/10. He definitely stinks like piss and sweat! He baths himself in AXE deodorant but it ain't helping bro 😭🙏 Lound and annoying, like those "popular kids" at school. Probably a "WHERE THE HOES AT!!???" guy at every party!

Mason: 6/10. He's probably a girl's dad. That one regular at the bar, who's friendly and bubbly, and offering drinks to the new ones at the town. YOU CAN 100% RELAY ON HIM! probably works as a woodcutter or hunter, or another "forrest job". HEAR ME OUT, HE LOOKS LIKE OLD JOSEPH JOESTAR!!!

Celia:100/10 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 RICH MOMMY!!! Busy business woman who has 0 time for your bullsh*t! 💅✨ She's probably an alcoholic and/or smokes, but you can never tell for sure, but you can for sure tell that she's hates men and is a girl's girl. SHE'S SO SLAAAAAYYYY ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Jacqueline: 10/10 FINE SHYT!!! 👁️🫦👁️ she's totally a BADDIE!!! She's so cool i wanna be friends with her fr!!!

Chamomile: 8/10. she's giving typical Y/N vibes. Crybaby and acts like a pickme but doesn't realises it. She's probably very nice and sweet 🥺

Tom: 5/10. he looks like he has a discord kitten, which is a minor. Total looser. He smells bad and doesn't even realises it (but everybody around him does 💀) he's probably getting bullied alot

Richard: 0/10! EEEWWW!!! HE LOOKS LIKE A GROOMER! KEEP THAT PREDATOR AWAY!!! EW!!! 🤮🤮🤮

#the price of flesh #tpof #tpof derek #tpof jack #tpof komodo #tpof dragon #tpof machete #tpof celia #tpof mason #celia lede #mason heiral #derek goffard

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savingsallow · 6 months ago

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Quick Thank You From Val

Shout out to all the MC and OC friends that Val made in 2024!!! 📢✨

When I became active in the fandom around July/August of last year, I didn't expect that my little sassy but sweet kid would make so many friends.

So here's a quick thank you and shout out to all of you from Val ❤️‍🔥

🌟 @ravenwind-75: shout out to the lovely and chaotic jo 💜! you're one of the first mcs that val gets to interact with and she's thankful that you two are now friends and even in the hcu together! 💪🏻

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🌟 @acslytherpuff : shout out to the baddie ✨cassie luna✨ aka val's human moon best friend 🌙 and soul sister 🤍 cassie def has a special place in val's heart and will protect and support her no matter what! 🫂p.s. shout out to alvin and alex as well!!!✨

🌟 @espressoristretto-patronum: shout out to the kind but fierce tori! ☀️ not only that tori and val are both grumpy without coffee in their system 😆☕ but val also looks up to tori for always being so kind, funny, and overall positive and light energy to be around!✨

🌟 @ps-cactus: shout out to nomnombelyn alyn! 🩵 aka val's first adopted introvert here! 😆🫶🏻 val says that she loves alyn very much and is thankful that they became friends! 🥺🫂 now she'll def spoil her with chocolates 🍫 and books 📚!!!

🌟 @diana-bluewolf: shout out to (grumpy but lovable) chris! 🐺💚 another introvert that val adopted 😆 who knew asking someone for snacks could be the start of a friendship 😌🍬 val says thank you to chris for tolerating her and letting her hang out with him 😆🫂 oh! and for offering different points of view and a calming presence✨

🌟 @fulminare-within-her-soul: shout out to euphie! 🐉💙 a total badass and academic weapon✨ euphie and eleazar are always fun to hang out with and there's always something new and intriguing with you guys! 🤩 i guess opposites do attract 🤝

🌟 @syrooo: shout out to renn! 🔥 aka val's long lost sibling or version of her in a different universe 🤔❤️‍🔥 the lore is still in the kitchen and cooking 😁 there's not much interaction yet but i'm already excited for these two!!! 🔥🔥🔥

🌟 @myokk: shout out to the best cousins ever, eloise and leo!!! 💚family gatherings are waaaay better when there's eloise and leo! val is sending many hugs and love to these two 🫂🫂🫂

🌟 @ozunafieldguide: shout out to this enigmatic cutie, lo! 💙 very interesting and deep, a few traits that val admires about lo 🤭 i hope these two get more interaction soon and val would love to braid lo's hair✨

🌟 @leaping-toadstool-caps: shout out to this big babie, jaimsen!! 💛 a big foodie like val and she appreciates his sunshine personality so much!! ☀️ shout out to florence as well!! ngl but he and val could be besties, too! 🤭🩵

🌟 @girl-named-matty: shout out to this beautiful specimen, callan!aka val's s/o in the hcu and her first oc x oc ship!! ❤️‍🔥 val is always in awe of him but she won't admit it 😆🫶🏻 shout out as well to the amazing matty ♥️ cutie theo 💛 and helena (mother) 🥵🔥

🌟 @theladyofshalott1989: shout out to the very patient, damien! 💙 another foodie like jaimsen and val! she admires damien's patience and his fun personality! always a fun guy to be around✨

🌟 @accio-bagel: shout out to the hottest lovable rogue, ellie! 💚✨ aka val's biggest girl crush and fAvOrItE rOoMaTe 🤨 val went from adoring her from afar to now being homies with ellie 🤭 and she's more than grateful to have her around!! ❤️‍🔥

🌟 @freddiestheproblemchild: shout out to roan!! 💚✨ this isn't really from val but from ale 😆 he wants to thank roan for having more adopted siblings and he says he'll continue to be a good brother to them!!! 🫂❤️‍🔥 p.s. shout out to freddie, the croft triplets, and lucinda!✨

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more shout out to all the mcs that val interacted with last year! 📣

🔥 @alibasnur: to chen from the hogwarts food club! ♥️✨

🔥 @ask-felix-aberg: to this lovely and kind lad, felix, that val respects bc of his kindness and warm presence! 🫂🩵

🔥 @rypnami: to auri, phillip, and elsie! their interaction may be short but val is sending them all some warm hugs!!! 🫂🫂🫂

🔥 @thursdaymoonrise11: to the very fab phoebe!! 🩵✨ val would certainly try to hang out more with phoebe this year cuz she loves her overall vibes!!! 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

🔥 @starry-slithers: to the cutie cariad! these two need more interaction but val certainly adores her! ❤️‍🔥

🔥 @theravenchild: to the very lovely hellendil! 🩵✨ he and val don't have any official interaction yet, but she'd love to have a tea party with him sometime! 🍵✨

🔥 @pikadrawsthings: to these bunch of lovable af traumatized children, elijah, lilith, raymond, and weiss!!! 💛💚♥️💙 val is very excited to get to know them more and have more interactions with every one of them! 🤩 (don't worry, i'm cooking their interaction 🫡 just really slow 🫠) sending love to all of these cuties!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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there are more mcs that val adores but has no interaction yet 😅 but dw! she'll make her first move at some point this year! 🫡

so watch out 😏✨

again, thank you to all and sending love and support to each and every one of you! ❤️‍🔥

— val

#finally i'm back babyyyyy #the holidays and all that socialization drained my extrovert battery smh 🤣#now... it's catching up time!✨#i was also overwhelmed by the amount of greetings i got but also very thankful for all the love and support 🥺❤️‍🔥#sending love and support to everyone!!! 🫂❤️‍🔥#casper yaps #val and friends #valentine black #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc

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zoniteillusion-pyritedreams · 13 days ago

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Hi !! Could you do a reading on Jung Wooyoung from Ateez's red and green flags as a person and when in a relationship if possible and when your time and energy permits you to ?

Thanks so much !!

✨💘 Wooyoung’s Top 3 Green & Red Flags According to the Cards 💘✨

Because even your fave has their angel moments and chaotic traits balance, besties! Balance.

🔮 Disclaimer: Everyone has red flags and green flags. It’s what makes us deliciously human (and a little bit spicy). This is just a reading done in fun with love don’t take it too seriously, okay?

💚 Top 3 Green Flags – The “Yes, King” Edition:

Romantic Ride-or-Die – When Wooyoung is in, he’s in. He gives big "us against the world" energy. Emotional connection matters deeply to him, and when he feels it? He’s loyal and present.

Big Heart Energy – He truly wants to build a connection with someone and pour into them emotionally. He’s not just about the surface-level stuff he’s all about that soulmate potential.

Affectionate AF – Expect cuddles, giggles, and extra kisses. He’s someone who loves loving, and you’ll never have to guess where you stand when he’s feeling you.

❤️‍🔥 Top 3 Red Flags – The “Boy, Please” Edition:

Control Issues – He might lowkey try to run the show sometimes. Whether it’s emotional boundaries or how a relationship flows, he can struggle with letting go of control and just trusting the process.

Inconsistent Grind – When he’s out of alignment, motivation drops. He might start things strong but lose steam if he doesn’t feel inspired or validated in return hello, procrastination boyfriend arc.

Avoids the Hard Stuff – He may lean on charm or affection instead of directly addressing the tough convos. Vulnerability? Scary. But hey, he’s working on it!

#tumblrreadsforfun #kpop #dreamweavers #dreamweaverz #tarot & tea #kpop tarot #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarot #Ateez #wooyoung #hesstillsobabythough #greenflagsandredflags

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bombusjellyfish · 1 year ago

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Adam x reader (hazbin hotel)

-How you met adam-

Headcanons

Adam for the first time he laid eyes on you was intrigued, you were a part of the right hand angels of God, you were always shy and remain on your side, you weren't like the one to sing song everytime someone did something, you weren't part of that, he was just watching every step that you make even if it was a "little" strange because it was becoming a obsession.

He tried to talk with you but never had the oportunity, when all of you where in a reunion for the extermination, so that would be it, when everyone left the room he tried to steal your attention by calling you out with a joke "ehy there bitch-ASS" you turn around and stare at him with a strange face , he saw your face and tried to say something else "e-ehy so what are you doing there bitch?" you stare at him with almost closed eyes "what?" you said in a cold tone, after your answer he open his wings and walked close to you towering you "oh come on why you are all sad and annoying all by yourself dont'chu wan' to have some Fun?" you step away and walk away without respond.

He failed at the attempt to have your attention, why you were so stubborn he was Adam, the first man, the first fucking dick, but he knows that he can't give up he wants your attention... He wants'.. You

After some time that he tries, you finally accepted his company and went out with him on, what he was calling a "date", you did it only for him to shut up and leave you be.

But little you know that after some Times spending in talk and joke on you, eat and passing the time toghether (even if he was most of the time the one that talked and bother you) you finally accepted him, and you discover a part of him that no one ever noticed or saw.

He scared about you, after all of This time trying to understand you and go out with you, you got that he wasn't just a little whiny baby that has a big ego, he was even a great listener even if he didn't show that and a great companion.

He would most of the time create little gifts made out of pasta or little things and hide them in your place or book or pocket, and just wai until you notice them, you always laugh with Joy and smile warmly to him knowing that he was the only one that could ever made some of that, obviusly he didn't want to make it seen so he just acted bitchy when you point it out but under that mask he would have a big and warmly blushing smile.

"ehy Adam?" you look at him "what?" and after that you hugged him out of no where and he was trying to pull you away "ehy ehy what the hell bitch! What do you think you're doing!" you stopped and smile at him patting his head like a little dog "E-EHY WHAT-" and you walk away, he just stand there blushing like 🧍🏻"damn y/n..".

He asks for help even at Lute, how to ask you for a real thing, panicking because maybe you won't like him but you Will Run away... All that time that now you pass toghether was now all he need to confess for real.

You couldn't believe that you were growing a crush for him, not only a crush but a love, a pure and genuine love but your head told you to stop dreaming, he was Adam, the Man created from God's hand, how much would he care about you, you are no one for him... You thought, and so you started to back up a little, just to not end up broken.

So that the first part of how you met him, obviusly all he do are my headcanons so Im not saying anything.

If you want to see more just let me know❤️‍🔥✨

#adam x reader #adamapple #hazbin hotel adam #he is so fine #i cry for him #hazbin art #hazbin hotel

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luna---lovegood · 3 months ago

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!!!!I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH BEING CALLED THE F-SLUR, EVEN IN A SILLY WAY!!!!

Basic Introduction:

She/They

Bisexual

Minor

Tags I'll Use:

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My Moon </3: Me yearning for somebody I'll probably never see again.

Fandoms I'm In:

Harry Potter

Marauders

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EPIC: The Musical (Athena and Polites are my spouses)

Life of Luxury

Handy Manny (ig???)

I do not agree with J.K. Rowling's views in any way, shape, or form!

The mutual part of this post has been removed due to tag limit, and I want all of my mutuals to see this but it feels unfair for a few to get the notification and some to not.

I am having some problems with motivation at the moment, so I may not answer asks, dms, or do events I said I'd do right away, I am not trying to ghost you or ignore you, I just can't muster up the motivation to do it.

My dms and ask box are always open if you want to talk, I'll try to give the best advice I can. <3

Credits to @percyweasleyapologist for the "This user is in love with Luna Lovegood" image AND the Handy Manny one!!!

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thesistersarcheron · 2 months ago

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Hi! t’s the anon that mentioned my long drive playlist and maladaptive daydreaming of Azriel & Elain in the most delectable ways. I’m just here to deliver that playlist, for research purposes, as requested!

Here it is, my Spicy Azriel & Elain Playlist, with explanations that are probably unnecessary, but fun to include, nonetheless! ❤️‍🔥💫 🫧🧚🏼‍♀️✨

False God - Taylor Swift (Do I need to elaborate, or is the sensual build of a saxophone in the background & lyrics like “the altar is my hips” enough for you to understand how sexy this song is when daydreaming??)

I Know Places - Taylor Swift (girl, this song is sexy, idc what others think. This song was what “I Can See You” wanted to be; love that song, but this one just hits SO different in the context of Azriel & Elain)

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Taylor Swift (even just the instrumentals feel like tension, pining, & muffled sighs in a poorly lit corner, then throw in the lyrics??? Idc how much hate this song received upon release, it’s SO sexy)

Shameless - The Weeknd (for obvious reasons; the guitar solo bridge alone has me spiraling)

Lonely Star - The Weeknd (THIS IS MY AZRIELxELAIN SONG!! I can’t even explain the connection my brain somehow formed between them & this song, because frankly, the lyrics and their canon relationship just don’t entirely make sense, but SOMETHING about this song just SCREAMS them to me!!! It’s such a sexy song too)

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd (I remember an anon mentioning this song once upon a time, and I kicked myself for not thinking of it sooner, then I immediately added it to my playlist LOL. It’s exquisite and yes, I will admit that I’ve replayed her more than once to really milk the full daydream to its potential)

Call Out My Name - The Weeknd (Ummmm yeah this one is going to do it for me everytime; it’s actually perfect for me to imagine Azriel pining after Elain silently, then eventually begging for a touch, a taste, ANYTHING from her bc he just can’t handle being in the presence of her anymore without succumbing to his desire for HER)

Angel - Massive Attack (listen, any time I think of Azriel as the shadowsinger, an Illyrian warrior, the spymaster of the Night Court, this song will do the trick; it just sounds like pure jealousy & sheer possessiveness. Suddenly, I’m imagining Azriel watch as Elain is dancing with another male (think Hewn City type shi) and he’s using every ounce of control to maintain his composure long enough to eventually sweep Elain away & fuck her senseless to remind her who she truly wants/needs. And if that doesn’t make a 2 hr car ride feel like 30 mins, idk what will)

Haunted - Beyoncé (Kiss??? Bite?? Fuck me?? Well, yes!!)

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak (I just picture slow hands, flushed cheeks, curious tongues, and quiet moans as they devour each other to this song; there is nothing sexier than a guitar that sounds like it’s crying)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex (I actually love this song for Azriel & Elain; what’s more beautiful than the promise of protection—not just over your body but your heart?? And I can just imagine this song playing in his mind anytime Azriel is holding her after fucking her senseless, & we LOVE a man who has some duality to him)

Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex (“And I’ll gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you”???? HELL YEAH!!! Slow, teasing touches, a Sunday morning type of energy, and pure bliss on my girl Elain’s face as she’s worshipped. That’s all!)

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex (Matter of fact, ANY CAS song will do it for me, because AGAIN, a guitar that sounds like it’s whining, crying, or moaning is SO sexy to me and that’s 99% of their music. This one just feels like they’re dancing to the beat of their own heartbeats in the dark of the night, knowing there is no rush to morning, and savoring their quiet pleasures in the dark together. It’s so sensual!)

End of Line - Daft Punk (LOL this one takes a roaming imagination & a Hewn City scenario to work for me; just imagining any of the boys in their warrior gear and swagger on FULL display to this song will do something for my mind)

Take Me To Church - Hozier (YUPPPPP!! Hozier has mastered the art of telling a sensual story through his artistic lyrics & sultry instrumentals. And who wouldn’t want to be looked at with such reverence that they’re comparable to a religious, worshipful sort of desire???)

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier (this one is soooo sultry to me; an entire song about how addictive a woman can be, even if she may be lethal & have dangerous consequences that follow. Sign me up, I’m blasting this song every damn time idc)

Movement - Hozier (At this point, Hozier could be the soundtrack to Elain & Azriel’s love story!! This bridge does something to me…things that just let me imagination run rampant with hot, burning thoughts)

Glory Box - Portishead (YUPPPPPPP!!! Again, this song is just SO addictive that I can’t help but throw this in there. I just picture Elain taking full advantage of Azriel’s subtle displays of desire; she sees his eyes linger a little too long on her slightly exposed breasts from beneath her new corseted gown, his hands stay planted on her waist far too long to be regarded as a passing touch in the kitchen as he moves behind her to reach a glass; my girl is NOT DUMB!!! Of COURSE she’s going to tease him back & use her “innocence” as an excuse!!! She lets her eyes roam his body as he speaks to her from across the counter, testing the batter of her cinnamon buns with one finger in her mouth, even closing her eyes to enjoy it, and DUHHHH she’s going to flirt with him until his jaw is touching the ground because she LOVES CONTROL!!!! Idc what anyone says, she loves leaving him speechless & thrives off of surprising him with how dirty she really is)

P*RNSTAR (strip tease) - Nessa Barrett (did not expect myself to love this song as much as I do; as much as it aches to admit that an influencer’s music is addicting, this one gets me maladaptive daydreaming every damn time)

I hope this list brings a new song to your playlist, or at least reminds you that some of these bangers exist. I can’t tell you how much your writing has inspired my own mind on long drives and quiet moments throughout my day. Truly, it’s such a privilege to have an author like you sharing your art with us here on Tumblr & AO3, thank you! 💌🫶🏼

Oh, you are so real for this, anon. Sorry for being late with a reply—I was too busy getting lost in this playlist.

False God and I Know Places have been on my spicy Elriel playlist for YEARS, and you’re so correct. Like, on every point. Including I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) is so funny, and I agree. From jump, it was one of my favorite songs on TTPD, and it screams Elriel.

The Weeknd and Hozier songs? Perfection. Chef’s kiss. Mwah. 😘🤌 (And if you’re into Rhys at all, I definitely recommend Starboy as a song for him, especially when he’s a young, cocky, overpowered prince of the night.) I also haven’t closely listened to a lot of Cigarettes Without Sex, but these are on repeat in my house now.

Glory Box’s explanation?! Girl?! Come back here and write me the fic, I’m FOAMING AT THE MOUTH! I was blushing and kicking my feet and giving Elain a standing ovation for that. Oh my god. Phew. Oh my god.

Also, it’s okay to admit an influencer’s song hits. I still listen to Stars Are Blind by Paris Hilton regularly, and I’m absolutely adding P*RNSTAR to my Glitch playlist, in case I ever find the time to finish a two year old WIP.

A few additions:

Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier — Imagine it. An Inner Circle family dinner. Shadows, slipping under the table and up Elain’s skirts. A heated look flashed between them. Rhys, in the background, prattling on as he raises a toast to… I don’t know. I don’t care. All I care about is what Azriel is going to do to Elain when he gets her away from the table. It’s torture to be so close to her—to smell the jasmine-and-honey scent of her getting headier and headier as his shadows tease her—and he, more than anyone else sitting at that table, would know. (This song featured heavily in my playlists while I was writing Breathless.)

Treacherous by Taylor Swift — A little sweetness is nice with spice, sometimes 🥹 This is the song I like to listen to when I want to think about Elain finally going in for a first kiss, lingering in it, when she knows he’s all hers, after everything she’s been through since faeries walked through her front door in the mortal lands.

R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys — Come on, now. This is another I don’t need to explain, but just imagine Azriel finally letting himself get frustrated. All that gentlemanly, repressed exterior slipping away as he pins Elain to a wall after weeks of teasing, tempting looks, and—

Howl by Florence & the Machine — Let 👏 Elain 👏 Be 👏 Feral 👏👏👏 I want to see her lead the big, bad shadowsinger on a chase, using every bit of her Sight to evade him while he grows more and more furious that his shadows are failing him. (They adore her too much to ruin her fun, obviously. And they would never make her break a sweat, so they’re actively meddling so she can keep a slow, steady pace and enjoy herself.)

“Slut!” by Taylor Swift — A song for soft, illicit affairs in one of the spymaster’s safehouses and pillowtalk while Azriel helps Elain hide away from mated busybodies.

Disease by Lady Gaga — I think Elain needs to make Azriel suffer after that bonus chapter. Just a bit. Or, like, a lot. And then she can be the one to fix it. With that headache powder, of course… and maybe a few other things. Or like one very specific other thing. Something something, torturing the torturer, etc, etc.

Perverted by Elita — “He’s a freak in bed, he’s a freak in bed, SJM said he’s a freak,” yeah, but so is she. I don’t think you can see unceasing visions of mayhem and blood and not be a freak when all is said and done. And she’s a freak in a way that scares him as much as it turns him on. YMMV with this one. (Another along these lines: Savior by St. Vincent.)

i’m yours by Isabel LaRosa — You shared your embarrassing influencer song, so here’s mine. Elain loves to call Azriel pretty whenever she goes for a ride. Period.

#elain #azriel #elriel #answered #anonymous #you’re an icon anon my inbox is always open to u

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l-littlebird-l · 2 years ago

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Hello, little bird🥰✨ I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to thank you once again for the masterpiece “The Blind Dance”, that was breathtaking!❤️‍🔥

If you don’t mind, I’d love to share with you some of my thoughts, they might be veeery stupid, I’m sorry in advance, that’s just what happens in my feverish brain (Ominis’ been filling my mind completely for several months🙈)

So, personally I’m into powerful and let’s say dominant Ominis hehe. What do you think about it:

Ominis and MC are friends and of course both of them have hidden feelings for each other. One day, MC appears to have a bruise on her neck from some regular fight she had. Ominis can’t see it obviously, but hears some ambiguous remarks about her neck. He gets super jealous and storms to his beloved Undercroft/dormitory/any empty classroom to let off some steam, she notices his state and follows him. And when she asks wtf with you, he bursts out. Like... slams her up against the wall, holds her neck where the bruise is and smth like “who the hell was he?!” (maybe some assumptions that it was Sebastian, cause he knows they spend a lot of time together), basically revealing his dark intimidating side a bit. There can also be insults and some parseltongue spilling of course cause this boy can’t control himself hehe. She’s outraged, trying to push him away, but he realizes how stupid he was, apologizes passionately and then.. no less passionate and possessive sex with parseltongue as well🔥

Gooods I just needed to share it with you, and maybe you will find some ideas inspiring for your incredible talent! And it’s totally fine if you find it an utter rubbish, my brain’s just not working properly when it relates to Ominis😂

Thank you again, we’re all so happy to have you in this fandom!💕

Thank you so much for your patience with this piece! I loved writing it and I had a lot of fun playing around with Ominis’ emotions. 😉 Rest assured, your prompt for this piece was amazing. Thank you so much for being my first request, and I really appreciate all the kind words you give me. The Blind Dance is one of my favorites as well. Ominis just has this way about him. 💕 You definitely piqued some ideas for later stories. Thank you again, and enjoy!

• Jealousy Is a Terrible Thing •

Ominis Gaunt x MC (Smut)

— Requests are Open —

Summary: Ominis’ jealousy flares up when Sebastian returns to the common room well past midnight, carrying your scent. The accumulation of lies and excuses reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated confrontation between you two.

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Ominis is a master at finding every possible opportunity he can to get closer to you. He's like a magnet, whether that means strategically choosing the seat next to yours in class, skillfully appearing in the same hallways as you, suggesting lunch dates at The Three Broomsticks, or inviting you to join him for study sessions in a cozy corner of the library.

For him, every minute spent by your side fills his day with an unparalleled sense of happiness. It's as if the entire world around him had shifted since you entered his life. He now has something, or rather someone, to look forward to greeting every single day.

But today, however, things took an unusual turn. Ominis had hardly slept, and his mood was decidedly foul. All night, his mind had raced, tormented by the question of why Sebastian had returned to the common room so late last night, bearing the unmistakable trace of your scent. He wrestled with this enigma throughout the night, and what compounded his distress was Sebastian's blatant falsehood. Sebastian was notorious for brushing things off and fabricating the flimsiest of excuses. But that scent, Ominis recognized it all too intimately—it was unquestionably yours. A fire churned within him, a spark of jealously aflame.

(Recap)

As the clocks hands inched past curfew, Sebastian clandestinely slipped into the common room, his movements shrouded in secrecy. His arrival, however, didn’t go unnoticed. Ominis lifted his head from his book as he drew a deep breath, catching a tantalizing trace of your scent emanating from Sebastian's clothing.

Without missing a beat, Ominis confronted Sebastian, his voice laced with an unmistakable sharp edge. "Sebastian, you're out past curfew. What were you up to?"

Sebastian, however, was quick on his feet. He met Ominis' gaze with a feign air of innocence. "Oh, nothing much, just a late-night stroll. Clearing my head, you know."

Ominis slammed his book shut and rose from his seat, his brows knit together with irritation. "Late-night stroll? Clearing your head?" he scoffed, his voice tinted with bitterness. "Don't insult my intelligence, Sebastian. I can smell her on you."

Sebastian tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, beads of sweat formed along his forehead. "You're imagining things, Ominis. Just a bit paranoid, aren't we?"

But Ominis was having none of it. He took several steps forward, his words biting through the air. "I know the scent of her perfume, Sebastian. Don't think you can play the fool with me."

Sebastian's mask of indifference began to crack as Ominis' possessiveness pressed in on him. "Fine," he spat back, the veneer of politeness shattering. "I was with her. So what? She can choose who she spends her time with."

Ominis' patience wore thin, and his anger flared as he leaned forward. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sebastian," he growled, his jealousy unleashing. "She's mine, and you'd do well to remember that."

Sebastian, seemingly unfazed, crossed his arms with a smirk, his voice edged with false nonchalance. "Why do you care so much, Ominis? What I do with her is none of your concern."

Ominis gritted his teeth, his temper burning from within. He wanted to shout, to demand answers, but his pride kept him restrained. “Just answer the question, Sebastian. What were you doing with her?”

Sebastian leaned forward, his tone a venomous whisper. "Maybe you're just not man enough to satisfy her."

Ominis clenched his jaw, his jealousy scraping the forefront, but he couldn't bring himself to reveal the true depth of his feelings.

Sebastian leaned back, a smug grin playing on his face. "You're so possessive, Ominis. It's pathetic. She's not yours to control."

Ominis, his anger boiling over, shot back, "You're just a playboy, Sebastian. You don't understand what it means to truly care about someone."

Their words hung in the air, charged with tension and unresolved emotions. The common rooms quiet atmosphere seemed to amplify, and neither of them was ready to back down.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, as he leaned in closer to Ominis, his voice dripping with venom. "And what would you know about caring for someone? You've never even seen her face, let alone know what it's like to be with someone like her."

Ominis couldn’t take it anymore. The frustration, the jealousy, the pain all swirled inside him like a tempest. He had been holding back, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but Sebastian’s taunts and insinuations were pushing him over the edge. A dark, sinuous whisper echoing within his head.

With furious colors, Ominis lunged at Sebastian, his control slipping away like sand through his fingers. He grabbed Sebastian’s collar, his fingers digging into the fabric as he shoved him forcefully against the wall. His face was contorted with rage as he leaned in closely.

Sebastian was caught off guard by Ominis’ sudden loss of control, despite being pinned against the wall and faced with Ominis' seething anger, he managed to taunt one last time. He grinned, though there was a nervous edge to it.

"Ominis, you're blind in more ways than one," he sneered, digging in with a final jab.

Ominis' grip on Sebastian's collar tightened, his knuckles turning white. He was on the verge of losing control completely, his anger and jealousy driving him to the brink of madness. The whisper inside, growing louder with each passing second.

As Sebastian's taunting words hit Ominis, they seemed to strike a deeper chord. Ominis' anger slowly faded, replaced by a wounded look in his eyes. He slowly released his grip on Sebastian's collar, taking a step back and facing away.

His voice, when he spoke, was filled with a poisonous blend of hurt and resignation. "Fine, Sebastian. Have it your way," he muttered, his anger now overshadowed by a sense of defeat and pain.

Sebastian held his gaze on Ominis’ back for a moment longer before breaking away, storming off to bed with Ominis' words echoing in his ears.

Left alone in the dimly lit common room, Ominis couldn't quell the burning jealousy that gripped his heart. His mind raced with turbulent thoughts, imagining what you and Sebastian were doing together. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as his possessiveness over you gnawed at him, making it impossible for him to find solace in sleep. The scent of another man, bearing traces of you, lingered in the air, a reminder that he couldn't shake off.

As the day dragged on, he found himself in the library, waiting for your arrival. The evening had been earmarked for a study session between the two of you. He positioned himself in a secluded corner of the library, setting the stage for a mental game amidst the book-lined corridors. Aware of the intricate nature of his little mind game, he knew that extracting answers required meticulous finesse. Every move, every word was a potential gambit on your friendship. His mind was a turbulent sea of unanswered questions, each wave threatening to consume his thoughts. The stakes were high, and the risks, even higher. But his determination burned in red. He needed answers, and if Sebastian wasn’t going to give them to him— then you will.

Even moments before your arrival, his mind raced with restless thoughts, the relentless curiosity within him clawing at his very core. A low grumble slipped from his lips, his fingers sinking into the pages of his book, an unsettling image flashing vividly within his thoughts.

"There you are," a familiar voice greeted him with enthusiasm, the sound of your steps weaving around the bookshelves as you plopped your stack of books on the table.

Ominis, drawn by the melody of your sweet voice, lifted his head, and his countenance transformed. His features softened, and a smile, one reserved solely for you, gently curved his lips. The crashing waves of his mind finding ease.

"So you decided to come after all," he teased, deliberately averting his gaze back to the book in his hand as his grip softens.

"Of course I'd show up, I'd never miss our study time together. It’s too precious," you playfully retorted, settling down next to him.

As you opened your books, the sound of the pages turning harmonized with the subtle waft of your scent, enveloping the space around him. That same, familiar scent, lingering in the air, stirring something within.

The library was unusually hushed, the subtle sound of his nails picking at the corners of parchment, bending them with a nervous energy. Your gaze instinctively followed the sound, an elegant dance of curiosity shifting between his fidgeting fingers and his pensive expression.

You sat there, quietly studying him for a few moments, pondering on what’s occupying his thoughts. Something about him seemed amiss, though you couldn't quite pinpoint it.

You leaned into him, your body brushing against his as your lips drew close to his ear, your voice a soft whisper. "You're not typically one to fidget with your hands. Is something on your mind, Ominis?"

Your closeness seemed to have a calculated impact, causing his demeanor to subtly shift. The sound of the parchment ceased as he turned his focus toward you, his face adorned with a serene mask of calmness. "Hmm? Oh, no. Nothings on my mind."

Your concern etched lines of worry onto your brow, still convinced that something weighed heavily on his mind, but he wasn’t budging.

"Ominis..." you hummed, your hand gently finding its place against his thigh, your voice carrying a soothing, reassuring tone. "You know you can talk to me."

In a fleeting moment, all his defenses crumbled. A lump formed in his throat, your sweet, captivating scent enveloping him like a warm embrace. The gentle brush of your hand against his thigh ignited an indescribable sensation deep within him. In that moment, he wished for time to stand still, for this instant to stretch into eternity. Just you and him, a world apart from everyone else—a world far from Sebastian. It all faded into obscurity. It was as if only the two of you existed in that space.

You couldn't help but notice how your presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. Your fingers traced a gentle, reassuring path up and down his thigh, and a soft, affectionate grin danced at the corners of your lips as you observed him intently. He looks so sweet…

In this sanctuary, Ominis felt a newfound comfort, an urge to confide in you, to lay bare everything that had tormented him, and perhaps even to express the emotions he'd kept concealed for so long. He yearned to spill it all out, to finally lay his heart on the table.

Just as he was about to speak, a subtle squeeze from your hand against his thigh brought him back to reality. His lashes faltered, and with a soft, deliberate hold, his hand grazed against yours, seemingly hesitant to speak.

His lips were parted, and for a brief moment, he seemed as if he was on the brink of saying something, but his lips drew a line. Instead, he took in a deep breath, casually flipping to the next page in his book with a flick of his wand.

"You needn’t worry about me, I'm fine," Ominis insisted, his words carefully neutral. "I just couldn’t find sleep."

You sighed, not entirely convinced by his statement, but willing to go with it. "How come?" You inquired gently, your fingers naturally gravitating toward the comforting warmth of his inner thigh.

His breath hitched for a mere second, the feeling of your hand tantalizingly close clouded his mind with your sweet, intoxicating presence.

"Sleep often seems to evade me more times than I care to count. So I opted for some light reading in the common room last night," he began, his voice steady. A momentary pause followed as he carefully considered his next words. He taps his nail against the parchment with an unsettledness. “Just as I was wrapping up on my reading, a rather… perplexing encounter held me.”

His eyes lined up with keen perception as he sensed your hand twitch in response to his words, a restrained, sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew he had you hooked.

"Oh? And… who might’ve that been?" Your words faltered, your heart beginning to race as the realization set in, that you had unwittingly walked into his cunning little trap.

"Sebastian," he stated firmly, the pretense of an unruffled countenance still in place as he smoothly turned to the next page in his book.

"S— Sebastian, huh?" You gradually withdrew your hand from his thigh, fingers curling around the contours of your book as you anxiously flipped through several pages.

"Any thoughts on why he might have been up after curfew?" He nonchalantly twirled his wand between his fingers, deliberately taking his time as he keenly detects your composure slowly unraveling beside him.

"No— not at all. Why would I have any insight?” You brought your hand to your lips, your teeth nibbling nervously at your nails as your thoughts begin to race.

"Really, now?" He leaned back, drawing in a deep breath as he meticulously assessed the situation. "I had thought you two were rather… close. Mayhaps I judged wrong," he mused, his finger idly tracing the edges of his book, waiting for your next answer.

You cleared your throat, collecting your hair in your hands as you lifted it up off your neck and sweeping it aside to cool off.

“We should get back to studying, Ominis.” You mumbled quietly, adverting your attention back to your books.

A pit formed within his midriff, an uneasy sensation coursing through him as he discerned that you had just lied to him and casually brushed aside his inquiry. Lost in his thoughts, something had sparked his attention, a faint, distant sound emanating several tables away. His ears perked as he found himself inexplicably drawn into the poison of hushed whispers and muted laughter.

"Did you see that mark on her neck?"

"Gods, what is it?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's a hickey!"

"Merlin's Beard... who do you think it was?"

"I bet you 5 Galleons it was Sebastian Sallow."

"What— no way."

"You think she's been snogging Sallow?"

"By the looks of it, she's been doing more than just snogging." The subdued group of students snickered amongst themselves.

"And…. guess what I saw last night… I saw the two of them leaving the castle after curfew."

"What, really..? That's foul... and she has the audacity to put her hands all over Gaunt— are you going to report it to the Headmaster?"

“Not yet, I’m waiting for the perfect moment.”

“You sneaky little minx.”

“She deserves it. I can’t wait to see her crumble.”

"She should be ashamed of herself...”

"Isn't one enough? Leave the rest of them for us."

“She’s such a slut.”

A flush of crimson spread across Ominis' face as his anger surged like a rising tide within. His fists clenched together in a white-knuckled grip, his imagination running wild with scenarios from last night, each one more maddening than the last. Thoughts became an impenetrable fog, clouding his usually sharp mind. His jaw clenched as he slammed his book shut, the resounding thud echoing throughout the library. He stormed out, leaving behind a wake of turbulent emotions.

Ominis could hear his heart ringing in his ears. The whole world around him fading into a distant blur as he pushed himself through the crowded halls. His nails dig into the handle of his wand as anger, frustration, and jealousy envelopes him whole. The thought of you doing something so vile with his best friend tinged his heart. He felt as if the air was sucked right out of his lungs, his own emotions strangling him.

You sat there, bewildered by his sudden outburst. Trying to make sense of what just happened, you close your books in a hurry, leaving them behind as you quickly followed suit. Your eyes glued to the back of his pristine button-up as you chased after him, deftly slipping through the turbulent sea of students and nearly stumbling over an outstretched foot.

"Om— Ominis, wait…" your voice caught as you hastily found your footing, resolutely following his swift path into an unassuming classroom, leaving behind a clear path of confused faces.

As you enter the classroom, your eyes swept across the empty space, finding no trace of Ominis. You take a hesitant step back, perplexed. Suddenly, the wooden doors behind you click shut. You quickly pivot around to find Ominis standing there, blocking the only exit out.

“Ominis…” you muttered, standing there frozen and confused as an uneasiness settled within your midriff.

His eyes almost gleamed with a shade of green, as if a dormant darkness within him had awakened. A pure-blood Gaunt, a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the snake with no eyes, now revealed itself. His once-hidden frustrations surged to the surface, directed towards you. His body burned with resentment, hands trembling at his sides.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice low and tinged with a threatening edge, leaving no room for evasion or lies. "What were you doing with Sebastian last night?"

A sudden chill runs down your spine, as if he could actually see into your soul. You stagger back, your heart racing in response to his probing question.

"What do you mean..?" you stammered, desperately searching your mind for any little thing to grab at.

Your heart pounded in your chest, caught between the fear of angering him and the guilt of keeping the truth from him. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of Ominis’ words pressing down on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it, not yet. The room seemed to close in and crackle with tension, clashing with your desire to protect the truth.

"I— I was…" your words faltered as Ominis took an intimidating step forward. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, struggling to find the right words. Your tongue felt heavy, surrendering yourself to complete silence.

Suddenly, he lunges forward, his fingers wrapping around your jaw, pivoting you around, and slamming you against the closed doors. His breath brushes against your lips as he leans in, his eyes effortlessly locked onto yours.

You winced, your eyes squeezing tight from the sudden force, his hold around your jaw softening as his fingers grazed down your neck.

"You were?" He asked, his voice baring a darkness you hadn’t seen before.

"I... I was just... studying," you muttered, attempting to maintain the facade, but the heat of his body pressed against yours and his possessive hold shattered your composure.

Your mind raced, torn between your desire to protect Sebastian and the overwhelming presence of Ominis. His demeanor was suffocating, hard to resist the urge to spill the truth, but you stubbornly clung to your feeble lie.

Every word you spoke, every lie you told, was like fuel to the fire. His fingers encircled around your throat, tightening with warning. "Tell me then, what's this?" he inquired, the pads of his fingers pressing into the tender, bruised skin below your jaw.

You yelped, your hand reaching for his wrist in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He took your hand in his, pinning it against the wooden doors. With a low, frustrated growl, he eased his grip from around your throat, his fingers still remaining over the mark.

“Speak,” he said, as if you were some pet of his to command.

You gasped, finally able to breathe, your head spinning. "Ominis, what's happened to you?" you whispered, your voice colored with confusion.

He grew tired of waiting for an answer. His mind filling in all the details on its own. He pushes your jaw to the side with his thumb as he leans into the crook of your neck, his breath scraping against your skin. His soft lips brushed across your bruise, that same dark whisper filling his head with poisoned words.

“You like this?” He growled, his lips barely transgressing against your skin.

Your voice caught in your throat as Ominis' grip tightened, preventing you from speaking.

"Have something to say, do you?" Ominis’ voice dripped with irritation at your feeble attempt to speak.

An agonizing silence enveloped the room as you nervously shook your head in response.

"I didn’t think so." He sinks his teeth into your bruise, eliciting a pained wince from your lips. The warm caress of his tongue against your skin, paired with his piercing teeth digging into your neck sent an indescribable sensation pooling between your thighs. His hand snaked from your throat and down your waistline, gripping into your hip. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his knee stopped you from squeezing your thighs together.

He had you within his grasp, a pretty little thing trembling against the doors. In this moment, you were unequivocally his, a possession to be claimed. The air felt thick and heavy. He relished in the power he held over you, knowing he could do anything to you. It was crystal clear: You were his to mark, not Sebastian’s, his. And he intended to make that known.

"You like being a little slut for me?" He drags his lips agonizingly slow against your skin, catching your breath.

Despite the fear and the turbulent emotions, an undeniable surge of desire coursed through you. Ominis' dominance had awakened a primal longing within you, and your response was unmistakable. Your breath hitched, and your body caved into your desire, your hips arching slightly against his knee.

Ominis was acutely aware of your response. A sly smirk curled his lips as he felt the subtle shift in your body, the way you arched against his knee, the way your arm fell limp within his grasp, and the subtle wavering within your breath. It was evident of the power he held over you.

Ominis couldn’t help but taunt you further, his voice dripping with possessiveness and a hint of cruelty. “You feel that?” he whispered, pressing his knee against your damp knickers.

Overcome by lust, you found yourself writhing in place, unable to contain the fiery yearning that coursed through your veins. Your heart hammered within your chest, a relentless rhythm of anticipation and longing, each beat echoing the insatiable need for more. Every inch of your skin felt like it was burning, burning for his touch.

Ominis, consumed by his desire, pushed your thighs apart with a dominating force, making it clear who was in control. He pressed his hips into you, his hunger evident in the way he held you against the doors. There was no denying the raw and burning need he felt for you in that moment.

“You like being fucked so hard there’s bruises all over your pretty little skin?” He growled through gritted teeth, his grip around your wrist constricting. The anger in his voice sent tremors through your body, leaving you almost afraid to utter a word. A barely audible gasp escaped your trembling lips.

He couldn't fathom how you could lose your self-control so easily under such circumstances. His mind seethed with jealousy and anger. Were you always this easy to rile up? Is this what you and Sebastian do when he’s not around? Is that what you want from him? Unable to contain his rage any longer, he lashed out, slamming his hands against the wooden doors, staggering backwards.

"Is this what you want? Isn't Sebastian enough for you? You think you can go around putting your pretty little hands on guys and expect us to fuck you? You're— you’re such a..." He growled, his voice a mixture of anger and hurt.

Ominis leaned back against an empty desk, running his fingers over his jaw, a look of shame crossing his face. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he attempted to collect himself, but the damage was done. He knew he had lost control and shattered any chance of friendship that remained between the two of you. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face in his trembling hand, overwhelmed by the strangling feeling he has in his heart.

You were left speechless, your heart aching at his distress. With cautious steps, you moved towards him, your hand finding purchase against his shoulder as your thumb brushed with a soothing comfort.

"Ominis…" you whispered softly, your voice wavering with concern and immense sadness. "Please, just talk to me… What's going on with you? Why did you say such hurtful things?"

You settled down next to him, your hand gently gliding down his back. "This… this isn't like you, Ominis..." You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his waist, embracing him from behind.

The softness within your voice melted away all his defenses. Unable to contain his turmoil any longer, he began to unravel, pouring out the torment that had consumed him. His voice quivered. It sounded like he was on the brink crying. Your embrace around him tightened, unable to bear the sound of his shuddering voice.

"Please…" your voice trembled as you pleaded in him, the agonizing prick of tears welling within your eyes.

Ominis drew in a deep breath, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Slowly, he lifted his head from his hand, his gaze, blankly fixed upon the floor.

"It was him, wasn't it?" His voice held a note of anguish, as if he didn’t want the truth at all.

"What was him?" You asked gently, lifting your head from his shoulder and resting your chin against its curve.

He took a few moments, taking in deep, shuddering breaths as he tried to come to terms with it himself. “That bruise along your neck… It was Sebastian.”

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, your fingers instinctively brushing across the mark that adorned itself just below your jaw. "This?" Confusion filled your voice as your mind raced with questions. “No— Sebastian never hurt me, why would you think that?”

He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees, his hands clenching in visible disarray. "Not hurt you…" he uttered with an evident struggle in his voice. His head turns toward you as you break from the one-sided embrace. Your eyes traced along his pained face, tears glossing over. You tenderly cupped his cheek, urging him to face you.

“Ominis…” you murmured softly. “What then?”

He slowly picked his arm up, his fingers gliding over your caress with gentleness, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. This warmth was what he so desperately needed. His gaze lowered with somberness, his other hand reaching out to hold yours within your lap.

He shifted towards you, his hand falling from his cheek, finding purchase against your thigh. He appeared hesitant, at a loss for words— his mind wrangling with itself to even speak.

"That mark," he started, his head still lowered. "It was from making love, wasn't it?"

You sat there, blinking for a moment, caught off guard by his accusation. Speechless, you almost let out a baffled laugh but quickly restrained it. "Making love?" you retorted, your hand lowering from his cheek as you wrapped your fingers around his nape, drawing him in closer.

You pressed your forehead against his, gazing into his soft ocean eyes. "Listen to me, Ominis… There’s nothing going on between me and Sebastian,” you hushed, your voice filled with sincerity.

He pulls away with furrowed brows, disbelief etched across his face. You clasped your hands around his, pulling him back in. "Ominis, please… This bruise here, it was from an encounter with goblins. Sebastian and I… we snuck out of the castle last night. We wanted to have a little fun, go for a midnight adventure,” you paused briefly, a heavy sigh filling the air. “But I… I got into a little trouble. I messed up my footing and a goblin attacked me. I was exhausted. Sebastian had to carry me back to the castle… I’m so sorry, Ominis. I should’ve been honest with you… I had no idea how much this pained you."

He felt ashamed, he felt hopeless, and he felt so, so indescribably ignorant. The weight of his emotions hung heavy within the air.

“I promise you, there’s no other man out there that has my heart,” you continued softly, your words piquing his interest. Ominis slowly lifted his chin as his gaze fell upon you.

Your lips curled into a sweet smile, brushing your thumb in soothing circles over his hands. “No one else, but you.”

His lashes faltered, and that very pit within his stomach had completely vanished. He felt all the heaviness within him lifted, the venomous whispers within his head— gone, replaced by a sense of clarity and peace."No one else?" He asked softly, his voice broken.

“Ominis, I love you… I love you so much that it pains me. It pains me to see you like this. I fell in love with that very sweetness you hold so deep within your heart. You’re someone special to me…” you wavered, the weight of your confession hanging in the air, your heart pounding within your chest as the gravity of your words settled between you both like a weightless plume.

He gently withdraws his hand from your grasp, his fingers tenderly tracing along your jaw as he clasped his hand just below your ear. His soft touch sent a shiver down your spine as he tilts your head back, his thumb brushing against your cheek, pressing his longing lips against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sweet taste of his affection, your lips molding together in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, the world around you faded into insignificance. Everything that had just transpired, gone. All that remains now is the unyielding confession of love. The kiss lingered until he finally pulled away, his lips hovering just an inch from yours.

His warm breath caressed your lower lip as he spoke in an unwavering, gentle, and remorseful tone. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, more deeply than I could ever express. I've tried to hide it, to bury it, but it's always been there… burning within me. You mean more to me than words can convey, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Ominis’ voice quivered with emotion, "I love you with everything I am, and I always will, no matter what. I love you, all that you are, my dear little bird. I’m so… so so—"

You cut him off before he sank back into his darkness, your lips locking together in a fervent embrace. His brows furrowed as his lips followed suit, firmly. The kiss deepened, a passionate, unending surge of emotion that left you both breathless. In that moment, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place, and your hearts were bound together as one.

You wanted to reassure him, to make him understand that he had nothing to worry about. Your heart belonged to him and him alone. You hooked your leg over Ominis’ hip, gently lowering yourself into his lap. He wrapped his hand around your waist with a tender embrace.

With a shared urgency, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting soft sigh past his lips. In the midst of your heated kisses, soft whispers of, “I love you,” flowed freely between you both. It was as if those three words had become a cherished refrain, a reminder of your unwavering love for each other, and neither of you could get enough of it.

Your kisses became a sweet storm. Peppering his lips as your hands cradled his jaw, your hips moving in a rhythm of their own, swaying with the desire that coursed through your veins.

A burning sensation snapped you back to reality, a tantalizing stiffness pressing against your knickers, awakening you from the flames. You were acutely aware of the desire that had burned between you.

Unable to resist, you both tumbled against the desk, your lips still locked in a fiery embrace. The kisses turned heated, sloppy, and wet as you explored eachothers cavity with unbridled hunger. His grip around your hip tightened, pressing you firmly against his arousal, a quiet moan of pleasure escaped your lips. Desire pooled between your thighs, wetting his trousers from the friction.

With a final, lingering kiss, you gradually poised yourself up, straddling him with your hands pressed against his chest. Your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, but something about his presence made you feel safe and unashamed. The embarrassment you anticipated seemed to melt away in his soft, gentle touch.

A sweet, contented smile graced your lips as you began to roll your hips, a gentle grind that pressed your soaked knickers against his clothed arousal, eliciting a soft, quiet hum from Ominis’ lips.

He tilted his head back with a warm moan, the sharp contour of his jaw capturing your attention. You reached for his hands, delicately intertwining your fingers with his, guiding his touch as you circled your hips. A quiet sigh of pleasure escaped your lips, filling the thick air around you.

Ominis’ lips parted, eliciting an unrestrained moan as his cock twitches beneath you. He lost full control over his hips, incapable to stop them from moving in rhythm with yours. This was everything he had ever yearned for— your sweet hands in his, the soft, quiet moans that slipped past your lips, the constant whispers of affirmation. Yet, amidst this symphony of pleasure, there was one thing he longed to hear… the sweet sound of you moaning his name.

Feeling your hands withdraw from their loving embrace and hearing the subtle rustling of fabric above him, Ominis reached out, gently clasping your hands in his once again.

"Allow me," he whispered in a tender tone, his desire to adore you evident in his gentle pale eyes.

Your hands slowly dropped as he began to unbutton your blouse with a tantalizing slowness, savoring every moment so he could etch this memory into eternity. His fingers brushed across your shoulders, unable to resist the urge to whisper with admiration, "So soft..." He slid your blouse over your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your elbows. Your fingers curled under the rim of his trousers, eagerly reciprocating the desire.

Ominis, however, wasn't met with the expected sensation of a bra strap along your shoulders. Instead, he found himself intrigued, his fingers tracing down your collarbone until they reached the supple, sensitive flesh at the curve of your breast. His feather-light touch sent a cascade of goosebumps dancing across your skin, eliciting a subtle sigh of approval from your parted lips. His large hands then enveloped your breast, gently squeezing and kneading without hesitation.

Your eyes locked onto his almost devious grin. You unhooked your fingers from under his trousers and smoothly shimmied the rest of your blouse off, your gaze then moving toward his buttoned shirt, relinquishing it’s hold. You pushed open the flaps of his shirt, your eyes feasting on the sight of his well-formed figure. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the dots that adorned his pale flesh in a playful zigzag pattern until they reached his hip. He was truly a vision of beauty, and in this moment, you couldn't fathom how he could doubt your desire for him over anyone else, even Sebastian.

"Ominis… I want you," you whispered, the words dripping with desire.

"Then take me," he dared, his expression sweet and inviting, in stark contrast to everything below.

Your cheeks blazed with a deep, rosy hue as you bit into your cheek, his words leaving you breathless with desire. With a sultry grace, you lifted yourself onto your knees, your hands working deftly to tug down his trousers and briefs just enough to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. It was much larger than you had imagined when you were grinding against him, and the sight left you speechless. Even his length was adorned with a scattering of freckles.

His hands, warm and tender, snaked up your thighs, just under your skirt, cradling them with a gentle hold. He showed incredible patience, letting you take your time and go at your own pace. You reached below you, your fingers curling around the soaked fabric that clung to your heated flesh. Pulling them aside, you wrapped your fingers around his base, slowly lowering yourself onto him.

The pink crown of his arousal glistened with pre-cum, slipping between your slick folds as you guided him into your eager core. His length squeezed into you inch by inch, eliciting a joined shudder. Ominis tightened his grip around your thighs as he felt your cunt slowly enveloping his length, drawing him deeper inside you. A hushed wince escaped your lips as he pushed you firmly against his hips.

A low, guttural curse slipped from Ominis’ tongue, the agonizing sensation of your tight cunt gripping around his cock with raw hunger.

With slow, deliberate movements, you took control, lifting your hips and sensually lowering yourself onto him, savoring every inch of his throbbing desire as it filled you completely. Finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies. Ominis' hands ventured further under your skirt, his fingers clasping possessively around your hips, pressing deeply into your skin as you surrendered yourself to the veil of desire.

The sensation of his pulsating cock reaching deep within you, hitting the depths of your cunt and clenching around his cock in a strangling hold. It was everything he had ever fantasized about. The tantalizing stride and rolls of your hips, the softness and warmth of your skin touching his. The labored breaths and sweet moans he elicited out of you, it felt so fucking good.

The way you rolled your hips and took his cock like it was meant for you. How your body trembled every time he hit that sensitive spot. The desperate moans escaping your lips as he started to force your movements quicker by your hips. It drove him mad, mad for you. He craved more, wanting to hear those pretty little lips of yours gasp and scream his name, and he knew exactly how to make that happen.

With a firm grip around your hips, he easily maneuvered, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself over you. With one hand supporting his weight, his other guided the underside of your thigh until it was pressed against your side.

"Ominis, wai—"

He silenced your protests with a deep, penetrating thrust that sent a loud moan spilling from your lips. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your thigh as a sly grin curled at the corners of his lips. Your slick cunt tightened around his cock as he continued with long, measured strides in and out of your slick heat, drawing a soft yelp from the depths of your throat. Your hand clutched around his forearm, anchoring yourself as he quickened his pace.

"Ah, fuck..." you winced, furrowing your brows in pleasure as he drove into you relentlessly.

A deep, guttural groan reverberated within his throat as he reveled in the tightness of your cunt. He shifted his hand from your thigh to support his weight against the desk, looming over you with a demeanor that made you feel small and trapped beneath his towering figure.

He may be blind, but Ominis was attuned to your every desire, intimately aware of what turned you on. A sly grin danced along his lips as he continued his relentless thrusts, each one hitting that sweet spot that drove you mad.

He swooped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his labored breaths crashed against your skin. The sweet sound of your whimpers riled something familiar within him. "You like that?" he growled against your neck.

You gasped, your nails digging into his forearm as your body shuddered from his words. A subtle sneer lathered your tender neck with hungry kisses and soft bites.

His lips trailed sensuously along your neck, planting soft, teasing kisses against your earlobe. “I know you like this,” he grunted, his hips driving into you with hard, measured thrusts that left you gasping with desperate approval. The needy whines that escaped your lips were all the affirmation he needed. His tongue traced the contours of your ear, soft nips and low growls that sent shivers down your spine.

"Oh fuck, Ominis..." you pleaded, gasping for air as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“You’re so tight…” he snarled, his voice thick with desire, peppering your ear and neck with a trail of hungry kisses and licks. His pace slowed into long, tantalizing strides, all the while bearing knowing smile.

"Ominis, please..." you whimpered softly, your nails digging further into his skin.

"Please, what?" His voice shuddered, sinking his teeth into your neck as he maintained his steady pace.

"Oh, fuck… please—"

He hummed against your skin, seemingly oblivious to your intent, relishing in the sweet desperation of your trembling voice.

"Please… fuck me harder," you exasperated, writhing beneath him.

He gripped your hip in place, preventing your movements as he continued with his slow, ruthless strides.

"What’s my name," he demanded, his voice a heated whisper against your ear.

You panted heavily, your thighs trembling at his hips, your voice a sultry plea, “Fuck me harder, Ominis…” Before you could finish the rest of his name, he slammed his hips into you with a hungry growl against your ear. You bucked your hips with an arch of your back, eliciting a yelp that echoed within the halls of the castle.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sending an intoxicating blaze of fire coursing through your body. With every forceful thrust, a torrent of pleasure surged within you, an unrelenting tempest that threatened to consume your very being. A knot of insatiable desire coiled deep within your midriff, pulling tighter with each invasion of his hips.

Sweat glistened across your entwined bodies, his movements a fevered dance of untamed lust and longing. Your nails etched fiery trails along Ominis’ back, branding him with your passion. The pain that etched along his back soon became pleasure as he lost full control of himself. The classroom echoed with a crescendo of fervent gasps and uninhibited moans.

As he surrendered to his primal desires, his voice became a sultry serenade, a soft trail of parseltongue with unbridled lust slipping from his lips like a seductive spell. He teetered on the precipice of release, the moment of climax drawing tantalizingly near with each scorching thrust.

His head hangs low, driven by an insatiable need as he plunges deep into you, his hips etching a delicious soreness into your supple flesh. Your thighs trembled against his hips, helpless to resist the throbbing sensation as he fills your needy little cunt to the brim, spewing threads of his warm, sticky desire that claimed you as his.

Exasperated curses punctuated the air, escaping your lips as your body contracts beneath his rigid thrusts. Your back arches with a deep curve, your hips locked in a drunken lust as he fills you to the rim. Ominis hovers above you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his thoughts lost in the intoxicating haze of euphoria.

A heated warmth seeps from your defiled cunt, dribbling sensuously against the smooth wooden desk beneath you. Ominis, with a heavy and contented sigh, begins to slowly withdraw, his cock sliding out with a wet, suctioning noise that lingers in the air.

You gaze at him through half-lidded lashes, your face carrying the unmistakable weight of exhaustion, each breath labored with fire. Ominis' well-satisfied cock twitches, strings of cum dripping from his tip.

With an almost inconceivable smirk, Ominis runs his fingers through his tousled hair, his freckled cheeks flushed from exertion. “You’re mine, you know that?” He said softly, delicate beads of sweat tracing along the contours of his midriff, a captivating sight only for you to see.

You nodded obediently, with a soft, weary sigh, “I’m yours.”

He left you utterly spent, your body feeling heavy against the wooden desk. Your legs remained parted, trembling from the aftermath, as you struggled to catch your breath, your mind remained shrouded in a tantalizing fog of lingering lust.

“Ominis…” your voice wavered, still carrying the heat of the fervent moment.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips as he gazed at you with desire-fueled hunger. “Round two?” His suggestion hung in the air, a tempting invitation to plunge back into the depths of pleasure once more.

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joelsbeard · 1 year ago

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yoooo I've been thinking about this for dayssss 🤤🤤🤤 get ready for

🏝️❤️‍🔥✨ Honeymoon/Vacation Headcanons with pre-outbreak!Joel Miller ✨🐚☀️

*with some pictures at the end too to get a better idea, they're not quite as i pictured in my head but similar :)

the horny really popped off with this one i fear. I think this might be one of my favorites!!!

Since neither you or joel have super high paying jobs, but still live in a dual income household, you can afford to go on some vacations but you likely just do short ones that aren't too far from home

Additionally, I have the feeling that joels favorite type of vacation destinations would be ones with more tropical locations where he can just sit back and relax on a beach since he's always stressed and tired from work, and doing a lot of walking to him doesn't seem like too much fun (although you convince him to do a couple of those bc you like going to historical landmarks and learning about other cultures).

With that in mind, I feel like places you could probably visit are Hawaii, Mexico, or a good amount of countries in the Caribbean, and you also at one point save enough go to Tahiti lol (maybe for your honeymoon or a special anniversary 🥺)

On your vacations, you and joel just fuck nonstop LOL, AND because they're mostly in tropical destinations, it's hot ;) so he always tells you not to pack too many clothes bc you won't be needing them ;)

You basically fuck for most of the time, only taking breaks to eat, sleep, and do a little bit of sightseeing or checking out the hotel or resort's amenities (mainly the pool)

Basically as soon as you check in you guys are vibrating (lol) with anticipation as you walk to your room, its on as soon as yall lock the door asdflj

Every time after checking in and walking to your room, he's always like "I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you for days baby 🤤" or "Starting today imma fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk properly tomorrow 🤤" as you're walking or as you're waiting in the elevator (if no ones around, otherwise that'd be awkward lol, or he just waits until people are a little out of earshot ;) )

Sometimes if you do get to the hotel/resort kind of tired, joel always looks around the room like "👀🌚 so where do you want me to fuck you first, your choice baby🤤" LMAOO fuckin horndog. He is just very straightforward and does not want to waste time 😀

^ and all of a sudden you're not tired anymore lmao

Lets just pretend these hotel room walls are sound proof (they never are) but on these vacations you guys are always super loud bc you don't have to worry about neighbors, or maybe having to see them again as opposed to your actual next door neighbors at home

You're damn near wailing half of the time with how hard he's fucking you

You love these vacations bc you get to hear more of joel's grunts and moans than you get to at home

He's always pulling you back by your hair when he fucks you from behind or has his mouth right next to your ear as he's fucking up into you from behind and holding you upright with one arm across your stomach and one arm across your tits and he's like "lemme hear those lil moans baby, don't hold back. You like that?"

Meanwhile you're like "fuckfuckfuckfuck. FUCK! god you're so big, I feel so stuffed 🥺" He almost cums right then and there.

Yall fuck in every part of the room lol, the chair the bed the bathroom the shower the balcony the sundeck chairs the pool the goddamn walls

Okay the next hc's will be based on the pictures below so you can take a look at them to get a better idea. Note, these places are probably all like 5 star resorts and way out of you and joel's budget but who cares lol

For your honeymoon you stay in a super nice place where you get a private pool with your room and it comes with a poolside lounging spot/bed? Which you take advantage of rather than going to the resort's public pool since you prefer some privacy ;) You'll probably start off your day fucking and then take a break to swim in the pool (where you also might fuck LMAO) then cuddle and take a nap on those outdoor beds and wake up just to fuck again HAHAH yall do not pLAY when it comes to these vacations

The windows in these hotel rooms are huge so you have a good view from almost anywhere, including when yall take baths together so ✨optimal relaxation and vacation vibes✨ and yall will 99% of the time fuck in there too lol, it always escalates after you guys help each other wash up

AND in the outdoor shower too, how could you not.

He loves when you wash his hair 🥺 you're extra gentle when you rinse his hair to not get any water in his eyes and sometimes you tell him to tilt his head back so you can give him little kisses on his cute forehead.

Since you and joel are goddamn freaks, part of the reason yall like fucking in the outdoor shower is because one of your neighbors might overhear 👀🙈

Which is why you guys will go to the resort's main pool and joel always probably tries to fuck you in one of those cabanas lol even though theres people basically right next to you

He just tells you you have to stay extra quiet as he fucks you ;)

Which obviously can be QUITE difficult, bc joel is just so goddamn fine🤤🔥thats YOUR MAN.

Imagine him bending you over with your hands braced on that bench in the outdoor shower while he rails the shit out of you from behind

You love teasing him in your skimpy barely-there bikini's and you can tell he's always about to lose his shit/drooling/getting hard when he sees you

One time you didn't tie the strings well enough (maybe on purpose) and your top almost falls off and you look at joel while holding it to your chest like "oh no! 🥺 my top came undone, can you help me retie it baby?" joel is damn near barking LMAOO and he's like "well i got a better idea, why don't you just leave it off ;)" but you can't bc this is the day you decide to leave your room and go to the resorts main pool lol

Both of you have extra fun "helping" each other out with putting sunscreen on each other hehe 😏 and you both end up taking extra time just to "make sure you're getting all the hard to reach areas". And you also don't want pookie to burn 🥺 but he probably tans better than you tbh lol

He's always like "I don't want you to get sunburnt baby, why don't you take your top off so I can rub the sunscreen into your chest better 🥺😏"

Sometimes you do sometimes you don't ;)

When you don't, he just puts his hands under your bikini straps and rubs the sunscreen REAL good into your skin lol

Sometimes he takes too long rubbing sunscreen onto your tiddies lmao and maybe someone will be walking closer to you both/ nearby and you're like "okay I think that's good babe I'm pretty sure they're not gonna get burnt if I keep my top on" and he's like "🥺just wanna make sure the girls don't get burnt 😏" LOL

He damn near moans when you're rubbing the sunscreen from his back and sliding your palms back around his trunk to cover his pecs lol

and when you're like "well I don't want you to get tan lines 🥺" and you slide your hand down his happy trail to the spot right under the waistband of his swimming trunks hehe, all while you're whispering dirty shit into his ear from behind him.

At the end of these vacations you guys leave with a ✨glow✨, not just from the sun (joel always looks so cute when he get's a little redness on his cheeks and nose ❤️) but also that ✨post-coital, 4 days of straight fucking, vacation glow✨ LOL

The resort also has these nice cabana beds right on the beach, and you and joel like to spend time there cuddling and watching the sunset 🥺

and guess what else? fucking! LMAO

you and joels exhibition kink goin brrrrr on vacation fr lol

Okay but you and joel fucking with a ocean view is just 👌🏻 or getting to cuddle on the beach while the sun sets 👌🏻

If anyone could hear you guys baby talking to each other while yall cuddle on the beach theyd be sick lol

Not only do you guys fuck everywhere on vacation, but yall also fuck in a million different positions too lol

After you guys swim in the pool or take a shower/bath, as soon as you're dry he's whipping that towel off of you and tossing it somewhere, he's like "no clothes or towels allowed! You're dry already so you don't need it anymore"

He definitely walks around yalls hotel room naked lol 1. for easy access 2.it's hot anyways 3. its not like the neighbors are gonna see you, your hotel room and pool is completely private

Tbh idk how yall manage to fuck for so long, like how he has any nut left in his balls by the end of the day is beyond me LOL and you lose track of how many times he makes you cum by late afternoon dude

#oh my goddd this list got wayyy longer than i was expecting lol #tlou #game joel miller #joel miller #the last of us #young joel miller #pixel joel #hc's #joel miller headcanons #pre outbreak joel #joel miller x reader #joel x reader

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Thoughts on season one's episode eight to twelve of RWBY. This was the most fun batch so far.

Season 01 Episode 08: Players and Pieces

- "Welcome to the world of bloody evolution..."

- The interactions between Ruby and Weiss are so bad for them but so funny for me.

- It's not everyday your sister falls from the sky. And then gets hit by a Jaune projectile. Yang must be so confused. So is Blake. Which, fair.

- Oh my Gods. Nora comes riding in on a monster?! Awesome entry alert!

- "It's broken." Wonder why. ⚡

- Ren cannot anymore... This girl is fast for a sloth. And now she has a chesspiece and a song.

- Blake and Yang are confounded. The bear monster is called an Ursa. Pyrrha has entered the scene with a scorpion on her tail... What a badass move!

- Jaune is still hanging around... 😆. Ruby and Yang scream each other's name in greeting. Nora shouts her own in return, 'cause of course. And here I thought Jaune had more energy.

- The scorpion is termed Deathstalker. Yang blows her lid so bad, a timer for a bomb is activated...

- Done with everything, Yang is. Something tells me so is Weiss, mayhaps.

- Weiss is falling. Is this Jaune's moment to shine? Yes, apparently. And also to break his own back in the process. The line he used when catching her was good though, I will give him that.

- "Great. The gang's all here. Now we can die together!" -Yang Xiao Long

- Ruby has two monsters on her. I hope Yang doesn't have to watch her sister die... Ahhh. Weiss saves the day! And accepts her fate and her shortcomings! Who would have known Ruby almost dying was all it would take.

- While Ruby celebrates her "normal knees," Yang 'shuffles' close and almost crushes her with her love... That run was weird and so funny. Good Gods. The animation really is bad sometimes.

- "Look, there's no sense in dilly-dallying." But I was born for it! Forced to lock in now. UGHHHHHHHHH.

- "Run and live."✨👏🏻😂

- Another win for the horsin' around folks. The other chess figure both Nora and Jaune pick? We call it the elephant here.

- Ruby is leading. Yang is a proud parental figure. Blake noticed. CUTE!

- The monsters also want to "run and live."

- They are fighting together. And well. So COOOL!!!

- Maybe I spoke too soon. But they still trying! And holy hell. I think Thor would be proud of Nora being his representation.

- Blake is badass. I already knew that but it's nice to watch it unfold.

- Team RWBY is getting ready with their weapons. AGHHHHHHHHH! Ruby about to team lead the shite out of this birdie.

- Defining moments coming up!!!

- Team JNPR is moving against the scorpion. WOOOHOO! Jaune is actually a good leader. Nora "nail"ed it. Pyrrha is forever a great warrior. And Ren is getting too old for this. Scorpion down!!!

- This song. Dance battle in my roooom!!!!

- Yang is feeding birdie knuckle sandwiches. Weiss froze its tailend. Blake's lasso is turning into a makeshift catapult. Ruby's plan is about to work, but banter first... Weiss gets offended but what else is new? 😂

- Look at them all working together. ❤️‍🔥😭💖

- Red like roses part two!!!

- Birdie said bye-bye. Or couldn't, I guess... Team Cardinal. CRDL. Huh. So the first letter leads?

- The chesspiece team JNPR or Juniper picked is known as the rook out there? I shall stick to calling them elephants... Jaune is so surprised about being the leader. Pyrrha isn't at all and gives him a celebratory punch that has him falling. LoLLL!

- White knight pieces?! Horsies... Team RWBY. Led by what you are supposed to call them all together. Is Weiss shocked or...?

- Truly an interesting year ahead! Under the same broken moon we find... Torchwick?! Dude. Why do they all have such cool names?!

- OOOOOOooooooooh! Map of Vale. Beacon has been circled. Bad guy needs more men. Can only mean one thing.... Party, party, hallelujah! 🎉😆

- The Torchwick ending. His symbol looks like a boogey man mask... I must look into the soundtrack.

Season 01 Episode 09: The Badge and the Burden - Pt I

- I have been noticing this for a while now. The opening song begins playing first from the right side of my headphones. And then the left end also joins in. I don't remember what they call this, but the people behind this entry piece have done a good job here.

- Ruby is taking her team leader post very seriously. Like a coach. Yang and Blake are also excited about interior decoration. What the fuck does Banzai mean? And did they rehearse striking that pose?!

- Weiss' long suffering sigh could be heard all over Beacon... Yang's boyband poster, Blake's trailer trees in a painting belonging to Weiss, Blake arranging her books and hiding 'Ninjas of Love.' Do the ninjas like lemons? 😏✨😉. If you know, you know. And Ruby deciding on giving their curtains a makeover.

- From beds on top of each other, to bunk beds. And the second option is actually more dangerous... They really are something special.

- Team RWBY and JNPR be neighbours!!! And need to get to class within five minutes... Ozpin and Glynda are judging them so hard.

- Beowolf?! *war flashbacks*

- Already met DeathStalker and Ursa. Bearbatusk... Nevermore... COOOOOOOOL!

- This teacher must be entertaining to make fun of, am sure. Ruby is sleeping on the first bench. Been there, done that, somehow made it out alive despite my embarrassment.

- So there are four safe spaces or kingdoms. Vale is one of them. Did this full grown man just try to... rizz Yang?

- To that random student doing this: 🤟🏻... Rock on!

- Professor Full-of-Shite... Ruby's drawing is accurate. 😂. Good Gods. This Peter guy really just stole the Beowulf story.

- Ruby is honourable 'cause she understands the importance of sleep. Ruby is dependable because just a moment ago she was balancing an apple AND a book on a pencil that stood vertically. VERTICALLY!

- A true huntsman is supposedly strategic, well-educated and wise... What are the odds Weiss heard the last word as her own name? Very high, it seems. She's bout to fight a Grimm in class now.

- I like their uniforms, but I want the version with pants.

- The Ozpin and Glynda ending where the former's symbol is a gear within a gear, while the latter rocks a crown. The music here sounds so suave and chill!

Season 01 Episode 10: The Badge and the Burden - Pt II

- "A story will be told..."

- Ooooooh! Costume change for Weiss... Cheerleaders Yang, Blake and Ruby are ready as well. So ready in fact that Blake already has a flag of their team. 💖

- Bearbatusk vs Weiss. But it looks more like Ruby vs the Schnee.

- Weiss wasn't made team leader and she is mad at Ruby about it huh... Holy hell, Weiss. Please. That was downright rude. And unnecessary.

- Ruby. You precious little bean. Ozpin is giving off major Dumbledore vibes.

- Weiss and Professor Port's conversation running parallel to the one before. Hmmm... Weiss thinks she should have been the team leader. "That's prepostrous!" 😂. Okie, I like him.

- Ozpin's Dumbledore now. Peter Port, Hagrid. YASSSSSSSS! Someone really needed to dish out the truth to Weiss.

- It's the fact that both Ruby and Weiss received similar advice for me. Try to be the best person first. Everything else will follow after. ✨

- Of course Blake sleeps like she is in a movie. I am Yang but worse. Down to the snoring. Awwwwww! Ruby fell asleep studying. My sister can literally relate right now.

- Coffee with cream and five sugars isn't coffee anymore, methinks. Me likes this version.

- Best leader and best teammate. 💖... Weiss really out here thawing my frozen attitude towards her. I too want bunk beds now.

- Professor Peter Port is his own symbol. 😂👏🏻. Serious music. So good.

Season 01 Episode 11: Jaunedice - Pt I

- Time to open up the door!

- Jaune is getting his arse handed to him. Cardin is blood thirsty. They have headshots?! This school really does it all.

- They WANT them to be on the phone while fighting?! This is the Jaune inferiority complex arc. Kiddo.

- Vytal Festival. The importance is in the name... 😆. RWY is excited. Where be the B?

- "In the middle of the night..." In my dreams. 🎶

- Of course Yang and Nora get along. Yang is hanging onto Nora's every word. Blake has a book, Ren is helping Nora tell the story accurately and Weiss couldn't care less. More accurately, she is interested in cuticle care I guess. Jaune is playing with his food, Ruby and Pyrrha are worried... This table has it all.

- The situation is serious if Blake put down her book... Don't lie Jaune.

- Jaune's in denial. Team CRDL is bothering a lady named Velvet. Fucking hell.

- Cardin is a bully AND a diva.

- They can rocket launch their lockers to custom locations?! Locker launchers... I NEED to be in this school.

- Holy shite. Cardin and team are crossing a line now. Faunus rights really need to be better and implemented well. Wait. Blake is hiding her Faunus self? Awww. 😢

- The Velvet ending. So some folks haven't been given symbols. Gotcha. This music is making me want to cook Team CRDL over a bonfire while I dance in a circle around it. Good stuff!

Season 01 Episode 12: Jaunedice - Pt II

- "In time, your heart will open minds..."

- Jaune is sleeping. I thought he was a good student. Must be having a bad day. The teacher drinks a lot of coffee. Perhaps Jaune needs it too.

- This Professor is faaaaasst.

- Velvet and the other shadow figure raising her hand when asked about being subjected to Faunus subjugation and discrimination. That takes guts. 💖

- Weiss is a sincere student. Expected. The professor is so excited over Jaune's sudden urge to participate... Much kudos to friends like Pyrrha who try to help during situations such as these.

- Good Gods. Cardin is the son of a gun. A tool. He is less than a soldier. Fucking forker.

- This General Lagune tried to ambush folks while they were sleeping?! 🤬

- Blake's jab was so good. Chef's kiss!

- Professor Oobleck has green hair. I just noticed. Anime reference?

- Jaune and Cardin's after class scolding... "If you can't learn from it... You are destined to repeat it." Some people nowadays really need this lesson on history.

- Jaune gets shoved, Cardin is bad. Pyrrha is the best.

- The view is of Hogwarts. 😂

- Listen. The fact that Pyrrha bringing Jaune to a terrace makes him think about dying 'cause he feels he is messing up so much... Good Gods. This is suicidal ideation. Things be bad.

- Huh. I did not see this revelation coming. Really thought Jaune being at Beacon was entirely familial pressure. He didn't really want to be there or something like that, but had nothing else he was passionate about. Plus, expectations are a whole different can of worms. WoW... Still a familial pressure I guess. Just a lot more from his own end.

- Jaune needs to learn a valuable lesson. Holy hell. Heroes aren't made in a day and heroes aren't forged in solitude. He has already tried doing it on his own. Accept Pyrrha's help! Fucking fuckity fuck!!! This toxic masculinity is such a pain.

- Ah hell. Of course Cardin overheard it all... Shikes. Things got a lot more real here than I was expecting.

- Sneaked into Beacon. Now being blackmailed into helping a student cheat. Jaune. You are making me nervous.

- Sometimes the puns are so perfect and flow in such a natural way, it makes you wonder which came first. The original concept or the double entendre. Jaunedice is one such example. Works on so many levels.

- Professor Oobleck ending. Very mischievous music. Needed that pick-me-up.

(No spoiling stuff. Or I spoil your coffee with hot sauce. Tatas!)

#RWBY #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #Jaune Arc #Lie Ren #Nora Valkyrie #Pyrrha Nikos #Team JNPR #Professor Ozpin #Glynda Goodwitch #Hope your day is devoid of toxic masculinity and it's consequences!#RWBY V1

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