#asks.💫 anon

[yinyuedijun]

Miss Mao i am starving with these crumbs of brainrot MC lore, I must confess I am more hyped abt her than literally any of the canon cast, I fear.. so I must ask, do you have anything planned (to write) for the other relationships that are kinda sorta teased in the Shin fics? Like Gaku and Sei 👉👈 I would just love to see her interacting w/ them because the dynamics are SO interesting to me !!

Like maybe AU's where the main focus is a different pairing (RIP Shin, you were too good for all of us, but move over for gege Gaku) or where things went differently and lead MC to end up with someone else? I love seeing the discussions and expansion on them in your asks 😩 (especially the Gaku ones) but have any plot bunnies reached the serious consideration/WIP stage ? 😶

And I truly don't mean to sound ungrateful for all your current writing!! It's always a phenomenal read, the writing style, the characterisation, the insanely endearing MC's who genuinely, truly always carve out their own special places in my heart because holy shit I have NEVER seen another author so good with creating such utterly unique leading characters ESPECIALLY ones that are typically meant to be a self-insert and thus can be extremely hard to characterise without compromising immersion given the audience they generally cater to. You've created such a captivating niche on your blog because of your characterisations specifically, the way you convey their sentiments through the narration and the dialogues. It's SO special to me, and I would really like you to know that, because I see all the time and effort and genuine passion you put into your writing!! Thank you for making your blog somewhere I can always find enjoyment and catharsis. I loved discovering you, and I'll love discovering whatever you do next! ❤️‍🔥💖

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HI ANONNN wow thank you so much for saying such kind words 😭😭😭 I think my approach of writing heavily developed MCs is not the most popular LOL so it makes me very happy to hear that you actually enjoy that about my fics! 🥺💓 all my MCs are my babygirls so it makes me super giddy when people want to know more about their lore!

for this specific mc, I don't think I could write about her time with sei because it would give me insane psychic damage DGLSHKFSJD. but I do have a WIP about her childhood at the orphanage. I've been struggling with the voice and plot though - I can't think of a way to make it romantic, and I'm not sure that anyone would want to read a fic about the psychological landscape of orphaned children being raised to become weapons 😭😭😭 but it was basically going to give context on why gaku behaves like a guard dog for the mc, why the mc trusts him so much, why she feels a very painful attachment to kei that she finds difficult to disregard, etc.

I also am ashamed to admit that if I DO ever end up dropping anything for gaku/tumblrina... in all honesty it would most likely be porn about them getting together post-shin. because that's easiest to write and I have no brain cells SFKSHLDJSSJ. I think it would be somewhat comedic (tumblrina freaking out at the sudden pseudocest but then shrugging it off when she feels the size of gaku's dick), but it would also be kind of sad (she cannot bring herself to kiss gaku for the longest time and he doesn't understand why that makes his chest physically ache) and it would also be super horny (she is not surviving that dick I am being so serious). I cannot promise anything but I can always answer questions if u have any 😭

thank you so much for the feedback & questions!!!! MWAH MWAH

[minswriting]

pleaseeee some smut with glasses spencer?? just imagining riding him while he has his glasses on, and bc they’re fogged up he goes to take them off but reader stops him and she’s all like ‘you don’t need to see, you just need to feel’ AAAH okay feral for glasses Spencer I’m sorry - 💫

nsfw | mdni

you were currently riding spencer with your forehead pressed against his as you bounced up and down on his cock. the both of you were breathing heavily, taking in the pleasures of the activity the two of you were doing. spencer was wearing his glasses, a rarity of course but appreciated so very much. which is how you guys ended up in this situation.

“god you fill me up so good,” you whispered hotly, your breath fogging up spencer’s glasses. spencer let out a moan as he pulled his head from yours slightly, just enough to reach his hand up and try to take his glasses off. but you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “keep them on,” you murmured. “even if they fog up, all that matters is feeling,” you said as you purposefully clenched your walls around spencer’s cock.

“oh fuck,” spencer groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure.

after that, it didn’t take long for spencer to cum at all and for you to follow. spencer in glasses never failed to turn you on immensely.

[cloudluvrrr]

fluff with obsessive (ok sounds hella creepy lmao) madly in love sunday but NOT LIKE THE YANDERE TYPE IF YK WHAT I MEAN. LIKE THE TYPE WHERE HE WILL WORSHIP THE GROUND U WALK AND THANK THE AEONS HE BREATHES THE SAME AIR AS U

basically sunday who sees you as the aeon of beauty herself

a/n: i love sunday guys hes so cute i wish he wasnt so negative and traumatized. Also idk if it was but i just made him like love bomb you but its permanent and he just loves you a lot and worships you and also general ideas 😭🙏

loving! sunday x g/n reader

Angel

virtual angel - artms

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-hes very busy, with meetings and constantly is in his office. Reviewing plans or studying the scripture. But he never fails to send you texts

'hello angel <3'

"I will be home late, please don't stay up for me <3."

“I’ve made us restaurant reservations, so be ready when I get home <3.”

-his texts are always grammatically correct, since hes always writing to his colleagues or to other families.

-but sometimes he tried to incorporate emoticons.

“How are you my angel? :3”

“These meetings are boring. ;-;”

"Hello darling, I bought take out! o((>ω< ))o"

-he’s so cute

-but he often checks in when he has a chance too, and often responds quickly. And always ends his message with a heart.

-when speaking of you or to you he smiles with his eyes closed. He will find any excuse to talk about you

-and he’ll likely bring your flowers after a long day, as an apology for taking too long.

-taking you to his 'family' dinners, and parties.

-and help you dress up and even put on your makeup, jewelry, and help you with your zipper/tie/buttons.

-kissing your cheek, and shoulder as he does. Whispering sweet things in your ear.

-he'll always have things for you incase of an emergency as well, if you find yourself with a spill or your shoes are hurting. He'll tell his assistant to bring you a new pair and escort you to a private room.

-during parties he'll drag you away, to walk around just the two of you

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Your sitting on the couch on your phone, reading the latest news before your attention is turned to the door opening. Revealing Sunday as he carried a small bouquet of flowers “I apologize the florist didn’t have any that were bigger my love” he began as he closed the door “I’ll buy you bigger ones next time”

"you and your gifts for me sunday" you spoke taking the flowers from him and arranging them. "I love giving you things, I have money to throw around why not spend it on my lovely fiance" he replied playing with your hair, and burying his nose into your collarbone "you're so wonderful... " he uttered his hands gently rubbing your waist "so perfect.. I love you very much you know"

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-Sunday only works during the week, on weekends he's all yours.

-you both wake up late in his expensive bed, he'll be all over you in the morning whispering sweet nothings.

-he'll make breakfast, whatever you want he'll make.

-Making a plan of what you want and organize the day to fit your schedule. Ordering his driver around and having a private shopping day

-giving anyone a look if they look at your a little weird

-buying you anything and everything 'I dont have any other use for my credits' he'd say as he placed another ring on your finger.

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"Sunday I can make pancakes" you huff trying to take the spatula from his thin fingers

"You work too hard, It time for me to pamper you" he said slyly, bringing up your hand and kissing your knuckles. "You do that every week"

"oh do I? I guess i forget" he chuckles flipping the pancakes.

"Would you like bacon with that my love?"

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-you spend weekends together, in restaurants or shopping.

-or just at home lazing around, watching tv, scrolling through social medias or just petting his wings.

-he spoils you in every shape and form.

-buying you earrings, rings, necklaces and all kinds of stuff that'll make you happy

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"this looks lovely on you doesn't it" he said pulling out a frilly shirt, with a gentle smile. "Sunday I have that one in 3 colors"

"it looks so beautiful on you why not have one more" he said putting up again your torso "its on sale as well" he added placing it on the overfilled basket

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- He'll try to hide his stress and his own emotions from you, in an effort to not affect you.

-sometimes he'll open up about his past if hes tipsy enough, his wing piercings, his clipped wing on his torso, his trauma with the family, loosing his mother.

-especially when its something with that gopher fuck gopher wood

-you could tell when he was anxious, he would touch his piercing on his wing or play with his gloves

-that and he'll be spacing out during dinner

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"did something happen a work" you asked taking his hand from his wing. "Nothing to worry your pretty head about" he said calmly kissing your hand, and smiling. "your sure.. you seem antsy" you insist "Just a bit antsy for the festival.. Hoping everything will be perfect, especially you. We have to find a new outfit for you don't we?"

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-he was always a smooth talker and manipulative, hes able to easily do it when your worried as well.

-he does it so you dont think about it too much, as well as using gifts to lead you away from the conversation

-he doesn't like manipulating his love he'll avoid it, but its so you dont ask too many questions.

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"I love you, you know that" he said not looking up from his desk, as he spoke to you over the phone "I know that.. I'm just worried you know, you haven't taken any days off this week." you vocalized as he continues his paper work "I'll make us reservations at your favorite restaurant" he suggests finally picking up the phone

"Sunday.. I just want to know you're okay"

"I am my angel, please stop worrying we'll see eachother at dinner. I love you, alright? I love you.. very much" he murmured before hanging up. His mind had many thoughts but you were always on top, he smiled to himself as he looked as the many photos of you on his desk.

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Sunday loves you very much, his only regret it not showing it more. As he fell from the penacony theatre, his eyes following the horizon as he envisioned your smile. The only thing giving him hope, that he'll survive this fall.

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STREAAM TTYL BY LOOSEMBLE GUYSYY

also kinda got carried away 😔😔

-- navi >.<

[pintrestgrl]

might be a lil early to be asking but what are the readers doing for valentines day?? ><

so so sorry that this is late but here ya goooo

PRECIOUS ‘N BARRY

precious decorated the house febuary 1st she loves valentines day but barry he woke up real early to go to the store n get precious n priscilla flowers. he also got precious some new toys for her kitty. cilly got a new toy n some chocolates. they spent all day outside n precious even got all dressed up !! they made valentines cards n then they ate alfredo for dinner too (the sex was sooo fuckin disgusting n good gawsh)

DAWN ‘N JJ

jj came to her window at like 7am n woke her up with flowers !! he climbed through her window after she let him in too n watched her get ready so he could take her to the fair. dawnies gift for him was letting him record her sucking his dick so he could watch it later. at the fair they fucked behind a wall too lmfaoo. he kept getting hard on the rides bc she basically sat on top of him

ROXY ‘N RAFE

they weren’t on good terms before valentine’s day but he came to her house with the biggest fucking bouquet of roses in his car for her…. so she got dressed. he booked her a vday photoshoot too !! he took her to the hotel to get ready n there was so many gifts. so much jewelry n bags n shoes she KNEW SHE WAS GONNA LET HIM GET IT TONIGHT. he gave her wad of cash too on top of that n when she counted it was FUCKING 10 THOUSAND LIKE ???? oh my god they destroyed that hotel room

[lay-z]

What do you think the 141 boys would be like with a girl who’s kinda masculine?Like, she has big biceps and it’s basically allergic to skirts and what not.Totally asking for a friend….totally not because I’m a girl whos very masculine 👀

-🧍‍♂️💫

Honestly, they’d be all over you. Every single one of them.

I know all lot of people in this fandom love to portray them as men who’d prefer a dainty, petite, tiny, docile, hyper-feminine, submissive, oh my god I can’t believe how tiny she is tehee like I can pick her up with my pinky tehee—but I do believe that they genuinely wouldn’t care about looks.

They have extraordinary jobs, they’re in danger a lot, they’re not “good men”, a lot of them suffer from mental health issues and insecurities, they spend a lot of time away from home, so they already have so much shit on their plate—last thing they want to focus on is a woman who’s conventionally attractive and fits all those fucked up beauty standards.

You know what they’re into? Fucking loyalty. Kindness. Understanding. Softness. A home cooked meal. Someone waiting at home for them. A voice that tells them that they’re safe, home, that they’re not as rotten as they think they are, that they actually deserve something nice and pure as love and romance.

So—yes. I absolutely believe that the 141 would be into you, even if you lean more into a masculine femme.

Johnny and Kyle would love to hit the gym with you; hyping you up and helping you to push your limits only to grope your pretty biceps and thick, muscular thighs in your gym clothes. Simon would be so happy to share his clothes with you, to see you walking around in his hoodie, knowing what you’re hiding under all that fabric. Price would absolutely adore the fact that you’re not easily breakable, that you can handle yourself alone in public just using your wit and appearance (He’ll still worry, though. Naturally.), that he and his men can get a littler rougher with you—that you bite back when need be.

They’d absolutely adore you, baby. Don’t ever believe they wouldn’t.

Bonus: Johnny would joke about wearing the skirt in the relationship, and it’s the only time he’ll ever refer to a kilt as a skirt just to make you laugh. He’s started fist fights about it with other people before, so consider yourself special!

[ask-crk-legendswap]

would I be correct in assuming de's minions will be swapped with some faeries? (like silverbell and wind archer)

makes me wonder what happens to dark choco in this au............

-💫 anon

yeah pretty much lmao. they hate eachother less, at least

(dark choco is. somewhere, ill say that much)

[dandysworldhcs]

Finn might be a siren in disguise

- 🖍️💫

Fis 🐟

[midnight--sadness]

ilnams dying words to inho were “you better hit that in my honor because i never got the chance”

and now hes watching down in hell fuming as inho continuously fumbles it all

-💫

ilnam looking up and watching as inho continues to fumble the absolute baddie ilnam himself fumbled as well

like father like son i guess 😭😭😭

also this is reminding me of those aus where ilnam chooses gihun as a bride for inho jkfvjfidokfvjbgf

(this generational run will only get worse when s3 shows that jung woosung is gonna cameo as ilnam's son who is now the owl mask vip after taking over for his dad and he too thinks gihun is the best thing in the world 😌)

[liliewrites]

So reader is childhood frnds with both arle & clervie(we can't forget this girlie), but like reader has this talent that lets her blend into the background with no one knowing like she's even there. This trio literally stick tgt everyday like if someone sees 1 of them they know the other 2 aint that far behind. So reader & arle had this obvious crush on each other(not that they r gonna say anything but its so obvious to eveyone who saw them cus they r kids). Reader then got sent to Fontaine from Snezhnaya to snoop around for info (this is b4 KingMaking). So while reader is snooping for info, KingMaking happens as canon & arle tried to find reader after she became a harbinger cus like she lost clervie alrdy & she just wants to know reader is still safe ya know. But like obviously arle couldn't find cus reader's talent of 'blending' works damm well. So arle got transferred to Fontaine for the gnosis, happened to find reader by 100% coincidence while on a walk, grabbed reader, carried her all the way to the hearth, had a VERY long conversation about what happened & decided to finally confessed to reader about the crush that has never fade despite being separated for so long.

💫anon

HALLLLOOOOOOOO 💫 ANON:DD i hope i do ur ask justice n feed all of u the good ol' slowburn n mutual pining w arlecchino:DD eat up!! also, i changed smth a little bit for the sake of the plot if u don't mind, but overall, it shouldn't make too much of a difference! tyy for requestingggg!! i feel like this isn't my best portrayal of arlecchino though huhuawkajdwas

-warning/s ; maybe ooc, clervie's death mentioned.

-pairing/s ; arlecchino x fem!reader

(men please dni utc!)

peruere didn't know what to do.

peruere didn't know that the last word's clervie to you would be "byebye, y/n! make sure to come back home safely, okay??"

peruere stared at her hands with an absent stare, her mind in full delirium as she just realized the atrocities she'd just commit. the children of the house of the hearth has fallen- and she was the only one left.. along with you. knowing her mother, she knew what she had done to clervie would eventually happen to you.

she wasn't going to lose you too.

thankfully, you were currently absent from the scene- as "mother" had assigned you on a mission somewhere within teyvat but she knew as soon as you came back you'd be suffering the same fate as the others if she didn't act soon enough.

her mind finally met with clarity, she picked up her sword- the very same sword that bore her sins against your friends and siblings.

the next day, you heard what had happened back at.. home. the house of the hearth was no more.

peruere had been arrested, mother crucabena had been killed by peruere. you didn't believe it at first, but when you also heard that the rest of the children had died a year prior to crucabena's death- you knew peruere had lost her wits at the last minute.

you were disoriented for a moment, unsure of what to do now that you had nowhere to come back home to, but you mostly worried about peruere. you thought of what they would do to her, you didn't want to lose her too. she's all you had left.

with a heavy heart, you never went back home. you had no choice but to use your ability to blend in within the street kids of sumeru, just so no one would recognize you especially the fatui agents that roamed the streets from time to time. you spent a few years within the streets, taking advantage of your expertise in the field of gathering information with your stealth and earned yourself a living off of it.

however, you just couldn't shake peruere out of your mind. constantly, she was on your mind like a nail lodged in your head. especially when the full moon had gleamed upon you it's blessed and gentle caress and had brought you comfort, did peruere witness it's beauty? or was she as lonely and lost as the moon in the vast darkness of it's own solitude akin to her own isolation within the confinements of her prison cell? it worried you greatly.

after a few years, you'd caught news of the newly appointed harbinger named arlecchino whom had inherited your "mother's" title, the knave.

there were different rumors that surrounded the harbinger, but they all pointed to her committing a massacre, calling her the "poor, mad and cursed" knave.

your chest thumped, you had a strong feeling you knew it was peruere yet you couldn't confirm it yet. you haven't seen any photos of the new knave, except for the fact that she's been stationed in fontaine within the newly rebuilt house of the hearth.

confirmed or not, you knew it was her-- it had to be. so you had immediately began to prepare for your trip back to fontaine with haste.

unbeknownst to you, said harbinger had been looking for you first thing when she had gotten out of prison. she knew you would have fled fontaine entirely as she had intended, but was also aware of your proficiency when it comes to hiding your identity. she knew it would be hard to find you, but she still carried on. she couldn't let the kids handle this, lest she could risk the freedom you had now from the life of being a fatui (which she hoped you had). so she could only hope, if there really was a deity out there that would hear her, that you were safe and alive and well.

you were, in fact, safe and alive and well. now you were taking your first few steps into the city of fontaine. when, honestly, as a child you've never been able to experience the city despite spending your childhood within it's region. "mother" had never let you leave the orphanage, not until you were "of age" to join the official ranks of the fatui.

you looked around, mesmerized by the people and their lavish clothing. the weather was much different from sumeru as well. despite not growing up within the city, however, you caught whiffs and scents of your favorite cakes from your childhood. truly, you may or may not be fontainian by blood, but at least you were by heart.

you spent the first few days, getting yourself to blend in within fontaine's society. you were still afraid and wary of the fatui, especially with how strict "mother" was to you which formed your impressions of the organization. eventually, after getting a place to stay, getting accustomed to the city and dressing yourself in the same clothes as them- you could now officially, once again, call yourself a fontainian.

however, the reason why you came here in the first place was still on the very top of your head, you had to see peruere no matter what. you kept your eyes open for any signs of her monotone colored hair. you kept your ears alert if you'd catch any drift of her name, peruere or arlecchino, to no avail.

you let out a sigh, feeling unsuccessful. you weren't about to give up, but decided that you should rest and call it a day. it was getting late, so you had gotten up from the bench you were sitting on to go and head back to the inn you were staying at.

.. then suddenly, you had been robbed of your sight then consciousness.

your eyes fluttered open, but your eyesight had been blurry. the first thing you've realized is that your feet was off the ground and you were being lifted up on the air. your fight response kicked in, and you had tried to wriggle your way out of your captor's grasp.

"let go of me-"

immediate silence. you knew those eyes as she looked down at you. just from her look alone, you knew she had sent you a warning to stay silent.

but that wasn't the reason why you were still, it was because of those those x shaped pupils of hers that bore into your soul that you've come to love.

".. p-peruere? is that.. you?"

she froze for awhile, before continuing on walking.

"later. we can't talk here, keep your face hidden."

you nodded, returning back to your tucked position as she carried you in her arms. you could feel your heart thumping, beating- you've never felt this way since you've last seen her.

once you've arrived at your destination, you noticed that she's brought you within a building. a private study room, it seems. she carefully placed you down on the couch, before sitting on the chair in front of you. you've finally had a full view of her, and both of you had eyes full of shock at the sight of each other.

you were the first one to shatter the silence, immediately tearing up and throwing yourself in her arms. for a while, she awkwardly placed her hand on your waist. you couldn't help but let out a fond chuckle. after all these years, she still acted as if hugging was an alien thing.

you leaned back again, sniffing. she's definitely went through a lot. the apathetic look on her face was much more hardened, more sharper. she looked intimidating, especially with her upright stance and poise of a full fledged military officer. which in her position's case, she was.

she reached out to grab your hand. feeling you, touching you, as if to make sure that you really really were alive and in front of her.

see, the knave was not one to show emotion since she was a child, and you knew that.. but the way she acted now, it bothered you.

".. what happened? where have you been?"

she asked, pulling away from you to regain her composure. her voice was much more deeper now compared to a few years ago. you couldn't help but blush at the sound of it. the way she talked, it lacked warmth, she sounded stiff and stern.

"me? why ask me- what about you?! you're a harbinger now, pers!"

you exclaimed, causing her heart to still for a moment as you called her by that affectionate nickname she hasn't heard in a while. "i'll explain to you, sit."

her way of speaking was much more commanding, more authoritative, but it didn't scare you. rather, you were astonished at how much more polished she's been after all these years.

you sat down next to her, listening to her relay to you the past events that have happened while you two have been apart. she spoke in such a way that she sounded like she was reporting a mission or an assignment, making you feel amused even more as you listened to her speak.

your peruere has really grown up a lot, hasn't she? it made you think that you were wrong, maybe she's not peruere anymore. it made sense, she was called arlecchino now. it made you feel like you've truly lost her forever.

"i see. i'm happy to hear that the tsaritsa has pardoned you, our tsaritsa is truly blessed.." you muttered, looking away as you sighed. arlecchino noticed the melancholic twinkle in your eyes, causing worry to stir within her. "is there something wrong?" she asked, yearning for you to look at her again.

she wouldn't say it out loud, but she missed you, dearly.

you were silent for a few seconds, before letting go of her hand. the look in your eyes made her feel dread-- dread at the thought that you now hate her for killing clervie, for killing "mother", for destroying the place you had once called your "home".

arlecchino was used to being called a monster, a murderer, a freak by many and she could take it.. but from you? oh, it tore her apart. she felt like she'd truly lost you for good.

you looked at her, wanting to ask her if she was still your peruere.

she reached out again, wanting to make it clear to you that it had to be done to protect you.

"do you loath-" "-my peruere?"

both of you had talked at the same time but arlecchino heard your words loud and clear. she just had to hear it again for confirmation. "..pardon?" she asked, blinking at you in confusion.

slightly embarrassed at the thought of being a grown woman whom still referred to her affectionately as "your" peruere after all these years, you really didn't want to ask again, but you needed assurance.

so in a smaller, more hushed voice, you asked again.

"are.. you still my peruere?"

".. you don't hate me?" she asked, a bit dumbfounded that out of all the things you could say, that was the first thing that came our your mouth. it should've been obvious that she's yours, she always has been and she always will be.

"why would i hate you, per- arlecchino? you're my best friend..!" you exclaimed, a bit dumbfounded for her to think that you hated her. you weren't blind to "mother's" ways of raising children. it would've happened either way.

you started to tear up a little, calling her arlecchino felt bitter to the tongue. you've waited all these years, looked for her high and low, and now that you've seen her again.. it felt like you were facing a different person.

all the fears that had built up within arlecchino through all these years had drifted away. you didn't hate her. you didn't resent her for killing clervie. for ruining everything. she was glad that you were still the same woman she loved.

she pulled you in for a hug, albeit a bit awkward, she pulled you in as close as she could. "of course. of course i'm still your peruere. just.. refrain from calling me that in public." she told you, wiping away your tears with her hand.

her hand- her hand, oh archons! "pers, what happened?!"

you exclaimed in horror, grabbing her hand and carefully examining it. you knew of her curse, and it seems that it has taken over her. "worry not. it's been years since the curse had fully manifested, i am fine now" she reassured you, then, holding your hand in hers.

".. did you mean it when you called me yours?" she immediately asked after, looking down at your intertwined fingers. her thumb swiping against yours in a soothing manner.

"why of course, pers, you're my best friend!" you told her, your cheeks becoming flushed as she held your hand in a rather.. more affectionate manner.

"no, no. what if i wanted you to call me yours in a different way?"

she then looked up at you again. her eyes were filled with conviction, with a subtle hint of desperation and enamor. "i'm a woman who's dull to the concept of loss after having witnessed many losses and failures.. but you, i've lost you once. i cannot bear to lose you again. please stay, mon amour." her voice wavered for a moment as she held on to your hand tightly. "please, y/n." her face did not show it, but with the longing stare in her eyes, the way she held at your hand. she was devastated at the thought of losing you again.

your heart broke at the sight of her. you knew, she was still your peruere. within your presence, arlecchino was gone. within your presence, she is peruere. the same one whom would eat your favorite cakes with cakes with you, the same one who would cling on to your shirt as she followed you around, the same one who'd let you use her as your blade in a fight even if she knew you were capable of fending off on your own. arlecchino wasn't asking you to stay while professing their love to you, it was peruere.

you smiled at her, leaning in to lean your forehead against hers.

"of course, pers. i'm here to stay. i've found you again, i'm never going away. i'm glad to be home." you whispered, feeling that familiar warmth from her presence that you've come to know and love. "home?" she asked, a bit curious as to what you meant. "did you mean the orphanage? the current house of the hearth is much different from what we've grown up to, mon amour." she told you, your heart fluttering at her calling you that way. "no, silly. i mean you, pers. no shelter nor place can compare to the warmth and safety that you provide." you muttered and arlecchino let out a soft sigh.

"is that so? then.. i'm glad to be your home." she closed her eyes, basking in the moment of having you near her after so many years of separation. "then i am proud to be the one you call home. for as long as these flames course through my veins, i will always keep you warm and safe." she mumbled as you closed your eyes as well, relishing in the long lost comfort you've longed for.

"still.. i'm happy that for once, my flames have brought a different feeling than fear.." "yeah.. we still have to work on your hugging though.. seriously, pers. you're bad at hugging!" "what- can you blame me? i was never one for affection!"

[itsrlymine]

HIII, it's 🎸💫 anon!

Wow. I feel like I haven't said anything in a quick while. Once you really get yourself involved in manifesting it's wild asf. Recently, I've done alot of things!

Revised my mum's health issues

Unironically manifested an apology from my father. I was thinking about him one day and was like: "Okay it would be totally crazy if he just apologized to me and started to gen see me more often." 'cause family problems are a bitch.😓 BUT—we've been building up my desired relationship finally.

Australian accent. Yes. I'm still lowkey getting used to it but it's not that bad. Only downside is people keep asking me if I'm British, but both works.

Trips being scheduled and planned, because I'm yk kinda rich now😭 (which I find still unbelievable), I'm finally being able to travel way more often and I already have a trip to Japan planned for my next school break.

A motorcycle (Yamaha R7) and a Toyota. Considering that I've wanted a motorcycle for so long but my mum also thinks that I should learn how to drive a stick-shift car first and then I could drive the motorcycle. (Manifesting that I pass driver's ed🙏🏽)

IM GOING TO COACHELLA TO SEE ONE OF MY FAVORITE GROUPS. I tweaked out when my mum said that we were going to go when I showed her that they were on the list. And who knows maybe I'll manifest finding a bf (or gf ngl..) there.😜

Might seem little but buying things for my mum. When I look back, I definitely could never do that before, and she never wanted me to but now she cannot take no for an answer (I just go out and get her smth and she deals with it.)

okay first of all, so many of y'all are going to coachcella like do i need to be there? and fuck yea omg i love this soooooo much for you!! these are so beautiful, i love that you manifested all this amazing shit yes!!! and omg i feel like i be changing my accent sometimes with loa to lmaooo. the motorcycle and toyota???? yea, you ate. trips on trips on tripsssssss

[eldritchcryptids]

Can we get more art of disabled Brian?? :) I love that dude and I am disabled so seeing him with crutches or a wheelchair in certain fanarts is really comforting No pressure though <3 -💫 anon, aka some guy named cesar (its been a minute??)

one brian in a wheelchair coming right up!

[minswriting]

OKAY FIRSTLY CONGRATS ON 900 BBY, IM SO PROUD WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! 💗💗 Can we maybe get a seggsy Spencer blurb where reader is inexperienced and Spencer touches her in front of a mirror to show her how to please herself, when really he’s just doing it for his own pleasure to see her moaning and crying?? - 💫

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | fingering (f)

when you had told spencer that you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself, you hadn’t expected to end up in the position you’re in now.

spencer was behind you on the mattress with his front pressed to your back. he had one arm wrapped around you while the other was on your inner thigh, caressing your skin gently. and in front of you was a giant mirror.

“let me show you how to feel good, baby,” he murmured in your ear.

and so spencer did. though you knew it was purely based on his wants rather than educational purposes.

he fingered your pussy so beautifully, pleasuring you in ways you couldn’t imagine. his fingers rubbed your clit gently, moving the nub in soft circles. you let out small whimpers, trying not to close your eyes in pleasure as you looked in the mirror. your eyes were glued on spencer’s face as his were glued on you.

he eased his middle finger inside of you, feeling your wet walls around his digit. he slowly began thrusting his finger in and out of you. you let out soft moans, gripping his forearm as you watched his finger disappear in and out of you. “you’re so wet for me,” he whispered. spencer looked at you through the mirror. “look at yourself.”

and so you did. you cheeks were reddened. your face was contorted with pleasure. you were whining and moaning at the pleasures that spencer was giving you. and boy was it attractive. especially as spencer looked absolutely enraptured by you.

eventually, spencer added a second finger, curling both of his digits so that he hit your g-spot. you cried out, throwing your head back on spencer’s shoulder as he began moving his fingers faster. the rhythmic movements and the repetition of hitting your g-spot didn’t make it hard for your orgasm to come.

“o-oh,” you moaned, feeling that heat in your abdomen.

“close for me, darling?” spencer asked, licking his lips. “go ahead and cum for me, yeah? be a good girl.”

you swallowing, opening your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror as you felt your orgasm coming. your toes curled, your walls clenched around his fingers. and within a few more thrusts, you moaned out “spencer!”while your thighs clamped shut and your back arched against him.

and what did spencer do?

well, he fingered you through your orgasm, watching you closely in the mirror. and he didn’t stop until you had cum at least two more times.

[bl00dn0t3-x3]

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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰...

𐕣 name: Cody, but you can also call me Logan or any other name in my pronouns.page <3

♇ pronouns: he/him +neos (found also in my pronouns.page)

𐕣 age: 17

♇ gender: complicated and unclear so i just say i'm a dude lol

𐕣 orientation: GAY and aroacespec :3

♇ disorders:  i have AuDHD and anxiety! other little ones (not disorders, they’re like unfortunate add-ons) are low self esteem and depressive tendencies :P also imposter syndrome. i have a few yandere tendencies but mostly just towards my f/o so idk if it rly counts tbh

𐕣 fun facts: my special interests are my OCs (character creation/design and storytelling) and the riordanverse :3 i’m a child of hades, legacy of nemesis. i’m just another wannabe prince, grim reaper, magical boy and doll 🤭 i'm half white and half black :P

♇ claimed anons: 🌹anon, s-anon, 🪶💫anon, 🫧🌸anon, 🪐📸anon

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𐕣 favorite color: blue, yellow and red

♇ favorite bands: set it off, point north and pierce the veil! i also love stray kids and utsu-p :) on a similar note, my fav vocaloid is luka <3 teto is my fav utau

𐕣 favorite songs: social suicide (point north), artificial suicide (bad omens), mad (tx2 and ice nine kills)

♇ favorite anime: jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, RWBY, sword art online, the asterisk war, dandadan

𐕣 favorite book: the entirety PJO and HoO series...

♇ favorite game: i have the most hours on SAO: fatal bullet, RWBY: grimm eclipse and hades (in that order). devil may cry!! i also rly like arcaea and phigros (rhythm games)

𐕣 yumeships: jin enjoji/jiji from dandadan and nero from devil may cry!! nonsharing

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𐕣 byi: i reblog/interact with some pretty triggering stuff, sometimes i talk abt sh and ig kinky-ish stuff? (ex. 'i want satoru gojo to choke me’ and shit along those lines :P) also i have sadistic and masochistic tendencies from time to time

♇ dni: general dni criteria (homophobic, transphobic, racist etc.), anti-xenogenders/anti-neopronouns, proshippers (srsly stay tf away from me), 27+ (26 and below is fine idrc who interacts with me most of the time), anti-recovery, pro-forced recovery (you might even disgust me more than anti, but that might just be cuz i was forced into recovery), ppl that encourage ppl to (start) sh/ed/etc, z00s (they're gross, have a problem and need therapy more than any of my non-z00 mentally ill friends. if you're a z00, get help.), transID (gods, those ppl disgust me bigtime), p3do/"map" (i am a minor and so is like 99% of my moots so stay away from me)

𐕣 pls interact: jirai (especially jirai boys, there's so few of us 😞), sh, obslove

♇ boundaries: sexual jokes about/towards me are a NO, otherwise creepy messages are fine, DMing me without asking is fine, spamming asks is fine as long as you're actually saying something, spam-liking is fine, stalking and general obsession is encouraged.

this blog is safe for most people!!!

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[pintrestgrl]

more roxy n rafe im begging

roxy n’ rafe.

roxy knew rafe.

and he knew her.

he knew just how far he could go to piss her off before it got bad, he knew the sharp shift in her voice when she really meant it, he knew when her silence was dangerous, and when it meant ‘come find me’. he understood the mess underneath all her bite, the ache she never let anyone else see.

and he loved her.

completely, obsessively, violently. despite the way she snapped at him like she wanted to draw blood, despite the cruel little games she played just to watch him squirm, despite the scars she left— physical and not.

he loved her the way a storm loves the sea— constant, devouring, inevitable.

and he knew deep down, buried beneath her pride and poison, she loved him too. she just didn’t know how to say it. maybe she never would.

there were moments. rare and fragile. moments when she couldn’t hold it together anymore.

she never warned him when they were coming. never called first. she just showed up—quiet, guarded, eyes hard but too shiny. he always opened the door like he’d been waiting for her. tonight was one of those nights.

she walked right past him, said nothing, climbed up the stairs, then into his bed like her body gave out. curled up small, like something cornered and exhausted. rafe followed her in, slow and careful, like she might break if he moved too fast. he sat at the edge of the bed, watching her breathe. “what happened, rox?” he spoke. she didn’t answer.

he reached for her ankle, just a touch. she flinched—but didn’t pull away. “you gonna let me in?” he asked, soft. no answer again. she just simply shook her head, her knees up to her chest.

his chest ached at that. god, she was always so sharp. so cruel. but right now she was just tired. and he’d take care of her, like always. he climbed in beside her and she didn’t fight it. just pressed her face into his chest and held onto him like the whole world was falling away.

then she broke. really fucking broke.

no slow build. no warning. just sudden, raw sobbing. the kind you choke on. the kind you don’t plan. her fists twisted into his shirt, nails scraping skin, like if she let go he’d be gone too “you’re good, rox.” he whispered. “i got you.”

she didn’t say a word. just cried into him, like he was the only thing keeping her from shattering completely.

and maybe he was.

when she finally calmed down—face puffy, eyes dull—she pulled back just enough to look at him. “you’re still a piece of shit,” she mumbled.

he laughed, low and hoarse. “yeah. i know.” she rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything else. didn’t pull away either. just laid her head back on his chest. hand resting right over his heart.

she’d be cold again tomorrow. cruel. distant. cuss him out and hit him. like tonight didn’t happen. like she hadn’t let herself fall apart in his arms.

but rafe would remember.

and the next time she broke— he’d let her. again. and again. and again. because that’s just what they do. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n : how do we feeeeellll

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[lay-z]

That is such a Soap thing to do!

-🧍‍♂️💫

It really is...

Like, you could hit him the cumshot? text randomly whenever you want, and he'll usually reply ASAP (except when he's deployed, of course, but even then he tries to deliver) with a two minute video of him, lower half only, wanking his fat cock, dirty talking to himself and groaning for you, cargo pants pushed down his hips and his Army shirt rucked up messily.

He cums muttering your name, cum splattering over his knuckles and onto the floor or on the nearest surface (he likes cumming on dark tables to make his pretty load pop more). At the end of the video you can hear a rough little chuckle paired with a breathy "Fuuuck".

He's a man at service for his country, aye, but his first priority will always be servicing you. 🫡

[sonic-takeover]

IT HAPPENED ANONS, MOBIANS AND MOD. After what felt like eternity. Mod you know your stuff. Shadow how do you feel about Sonic's letter? And congrats you two! Giving love to the couples, newly couples and soon to be couples?? (Who knows, mod I'm looking at ya) *Throws a bunch of confetti*

-💫

*Shadow and Sonic are sitting on their crater again, shoulder to shoulder as Sonic finishes reading his letter. Shadow watches the letter as Sonic reads, baffled that those lines mean what he said. How can he read that? He looks up as Sonic turns to see his reaction* ... I.. had no idea.. I just saw the last part, there.. the "man.." and assumed it was platonic.

..Shads, eheh... I may call you "man" sometimes, but how I feel for you is anything but platonic. At least now.

Right.. clearly. *He lays his head on Sonic's shoulder* .... There is no Shadow without Sonic, by the way..

*Sonic feels himself getting emotional and he takes a deep breath like Tails showed him. He takes Shadow's hand* ... I'm... Really happy.. this worked out the way it did..

As am I. *He looks up at him* ...but.. now what? You healed yourself, so I'm glad for that, but.. we've been so focused on this..

Well.. *Sonic laces his fingers with Shadow's* Eggman should be back home now. So he'll cause trouble. You can move back into our room if you want to.

Yes please. The couch is not comfortable.

Hehe~ I dunno what you mean, I was super comfortable ~

Of course you were. Continue.

Hmm... I mean.. that's usually all we have to do, right? Stop Eggman and deal with our own personal drama.

Sometimes he is the personal drama. Especially now that Amy and Metal are together.

Ohh, yeah... He'll be coming to family dinners now.... Eugh...

I despise him.

I don't like.. hate him... But I reaalllyy don't want him over for dinner.

Mhm. *Shadow looks up at the Earth. Has it always been this beautiful? Had it just been his mindset keeping him from noticing?*

*While Shadow is admiring the Earth, Sonic is admiring Shadow* .... Hey beautiful.. Race you?

*Shadow turns to look at him* Where?

It doesn't matter. But I wanna race my boyfriend on the moon~

*Shadow feels his quills fluff up at the title. He nods* Sure. Okay. Yeah.

*Sonic grins and kisses his cheek, then gets up and jumps around a little to let himself adjust to the gravity change. They aren't as affected by the gravity difference as they would be in their normal forms, but thankfully, being super has a good number of advantages. He gets into starting position and glances at Shadow* ready?

Ready. *Shadow looks over at him too. He smiles. How lucky is he? Sonic winks at him and shoots forward. Shadow follows*