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Thanks for the birthday wish, Scotty. Always appreciative of you. 😊 And don’t worry about being a day late; the fact that you answered warms my heart. ♥️

To Vaggie, I appreciate your birthday wish, too. 💜 You may think I’m just joking, but I assure you that I’m not: I really do love you, sweet girl. 🥰 As stated in my poem, you and I will be one in another life. Heck, I’m even tempted you write you another. You deserve all my love, my angel.

— Jonah

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

Oh, she wishes she could believe this is all some kind of joke. If that were the case, she would have been able to discard and ignore it much more easily. Unfortunately, she knows that this weirdo's...obsession with her is no prank, and that's what's concerning and what makes it beyond annoying.

This guy is seriously infatuated with her and, even worse, obviously firmly believes in his own delusion. Which translates in the fact that she won't be rid of him any time soon.

"Please, don't write me another poem. I promise that, if you do, I will not bother to read it," she states in a harsh tone, not even trying to conceal the distaste the thought brings her. "But hey, since you're so sure that you and that version of me, the one who's never going to exist, are meant for each other, why don't you go live in your fantasy realm permanently and leave reality...and especially me...alone?"

And, if he can't do that himself, maybe she can help him cross over. By poking him hard enough with the angelic steel of her blade.

"...And sure, call someone who got their halo and wings ripped from them 'angel'. It so does not pour salt into their open wound."

Fucking self-centred, tactless asshole. He can't even be bothered to try and see things from her perspective, can he? No surprises there. And it's proof that his "love" for her is just some kind of weird fetish.

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a long list of regrets

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@evilmcg sent: “Do you want to kiss me?” for E-Morty

It was supposed to be a simple question with a simple answer, right? Morty was almost certain that Meg saw it that way. She was probably seeking reassurance and some ego-stroking, a quick way to pamper her ego knowing that she was the only girl he would have ever kissed.

The desired answer, the one he was expected to offer, was clear. There was no reason for him to hesitate or think too hard about it. All he had to do was to spell out a one-syllable word, a straightforward "yes" and she would have been happy...and out of his hair. After all, he had important work to do, he shouldn't waste time on such an issue that had such an obvious solution.

And yet, in spite of all that, he still found himself stalling, the question bouncing around his skull. A painful reminder that, while the anticipated reply was evident, the truthful one wasn't as uncomplicated.

Did he want to kiss her right now? Not really. She had interrupted him while he was in the middle of something and he was struggling not to lose the train of thoughts he had been following when she had barged into his office without a warning. So, he mostly wanted her gone, quickly, so that he could go back to his work.

Did he want to kiss her in general? Now, that was a more complex reply. He wanted to say "yes" and "no" at the same time, because of the too many feelings battling on the subject. On one hand, he refused to acknowledge an urge that could show how she had some power over him. Wishing to kiss her meant wishing for her presence, for her company, and also admitting to have developed an attachment towards her. All things that weakened the position of power he had made sure to put himself in when it came to the girl.

On the other hand, however, he would have been lying if he had said that the desire wasn't there, at least in the right moments. It was undeniable, just as the fondness he had developed for her was. While choosing to date her had been a tactical choice, he would have never done it, if he hadn't developed some sort of interest in her.

It wasn't love, and it would most likely never be. Love was hard for him, so much that he would have said "impossible", if it wasn't that he had found one, unplanned and unexpected, exception in his other self.

But Morty was special, unique. Meg was different, enough for him to be sure that he could never fall for her, not in the same way he had fallen for his mirror image. Though, once again, that didn't stop him from developing some emotions for her.

Did that mean that he wanted to kiss her? Right now, in general, often, whatnot? Good question.

"I'm your boyfriend," was what he said in the end, his tone borderline patronising. He was acting like the question was a stupid one, as if it hadn't just caused a storm in his mind. "I'm supposed to kiss you. So, if you want me to, just say it and I'll deliver."

Let her decide, let this be her choice. It was the easiest, less compromising, less thought-provoking option.

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@muses-from-the-house-of-thrills sent:

“Have you ever thought about how humans are just one species on one planet in the universe? All it takes is one lucky alien attack and we just cease to exist… if you think about it that way, isn’t defending the human race a loosing battle until we live on other planets…” Shinji asks.

(don’t mind him, Morty, he’s just like that…)

The question catches Morty off guard, for more than one reason. By now, he has gotten to know Shinji well enough to be aware that he isn't as full of hopes as one would think and that he's more disillusioned about life and reality than many assume. Still, it's not often that his friend sounds so openly pessimistic. Usually, he acts like he's trying to see the bright side of things, even if Morty often wonders if it's more for the sake of those around him than because the pilot truly wants to.

For the most part, though, what leaves him taken aback for a few moments is how sudden the words are. They seem to come out of nowhere, a complete non-sequitur of what they were talking about before, before elapsing into a companionable silence.

Hazel eyes linger on the other teen's profile briefly, before Morty too turns to stare ahead of them, once more. They are perched on the edge of a high cliff, with a thick forest stretching out endlessly towards the horizon at their feet. Above them, the night sky looks just as quiet and imperturbable, pierced by the light of millions of stars that, by the time that's reached them, might even not exist anymore.

Everything feels so still, so untouched and indifferent to the horrors their too young eyes have seen and to the sorrow they have both experienced too soon in their lives. It makes him feel incredibly small and inconsequential.

He's aware of how unimportant he is, of how he doesn't matter in the least in the big cosmic picture of the universe. He has seen enough versions of the same events, of the same people, of the same places happening, existing, dying that he has learnt how there's no real sense to it all.

Yet, sitting there, watching that boundless landscape of blooming stillness, it's like the knowledge is gaining a new, heavier significance.

"D-Doesn't that go for... everything?" He eventually points out, in a somber tone, gaze locked on a cluster of stars that twinkled just a little brighter. "I-I mean, one species, or one life, or-or one galaxy...I-It's always just one thing. An-And when you know that there's an endless multiverse of possibilities out there an-and that anything could be potentially wiped away...w-whatever you do stops mattering at the end of the day."

His shoulders rise in a little shrug, but the gesture is only half-hearted and it betrays that he's more fazed by the idea than he's trying to sound.

"B-But that also gives us the right to decide, y-you know? To pick our battles an-and to choose what's worth the effort, I-I mean. Even if it doesn't matter to the multiverse, i-it can still matter to us. W-When there are no rules an-and nothing has a meaning or a purpose...i-it's all up to what you want to do."

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I like their creepy vibe

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WHAT KIND OF SOUL DO YOU HAVE?

Radiating Soul

You have acquired the Radiating soul. When a fire has been snuffed out it doesn't negate the fact it was once bright. It doesn't negate that, if no one is around to see the dancing flames, it didn't bring light. There's always evidence. Smoke lingers in the air. Soot falls to the ground. Ash fills my lungs and clings to my clothing. Even the coals still burn a faint glowing orange. And often we find many bug alike resting in a graveyard around the extinguished fire, as they are drawn to the inevitable light it puts out. Even forest fires in their destruction can promote beautiful new growth for the plants that survived. You are not doomed. You do not have to smothered. Maybe it just isn't your time. But it will be. In time. Wait for the spark and ignite. I want to the place go up in flames. Leave wake in your destruction. Your light. You share a soul type with Samarie.

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WHOLESOME VALUES

A shrug. "F-Fair, I guess."

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@shctupmeg sent: "I know they're technically weeds, but I just think dandelions are so pretty. They're like my favorite flower. I like putting them in my hair and using them as bookmarks. Then when they reach the end of their life, I'll blow on them to make wishes." for Morty

Morty twirls the dandelion Meg has handed to him between his fingers, studying it carefully. Personally he has never cared much for that specific flower, even if he does like that exact shade of yellow. It's the same of his shirt, more or less.

He also vaguely remembers himself as a young child, running around and kicking at their seedheads to watch the seeds float away. It had nothing to do with wishes, though, the idea of making one while blowing them has never come to him till now, after Meg has mentioned it. In his eyes, it used to be senseless fun.

"I-I mean, you know what they say," he speaks up, eventually, handing the dandelion back to his girlfriend, so she can put it away with the other ones they have picked. "S-Simple things can be beautiful too. I-It's not like everything needs to be flashy or-or super complicated, y-you know?"

His fingers find hers, and he locks their hands together with a gentle, affectionate squeeze.

"L-Like...Look at us right now. W-We're not doing anything elaborated, i-it's just you and me taking a walk an-and picking flowers and talking, b-but to me this is special. I-It means something big, even if i-it's so small and normal. S-So...yeah, I get it."

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

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Amy Reeder

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don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

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What color is your heart? || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: "♡ ?" { To Adrien from Marinette !! }

🧡 - Joy/Happiness || 💗 - Affection || 💜 - Attraction || ❤️ - Love

"...I'm a little predictable, aren't I?"

The words are followed by a light, embarrassed chuckle. He's sure that Marinette was expecting his answers...or, at least, he hopes she was. He has been trying to show her his feelings at the best he can since he has come back from London, but he's painfully aware of how socially inept he still can be.

One more reason to jump on every occasion he gets to reaffirm his thoughts and emotions, at the cost of having to fight a surge of shyness each time.

Marinette might think the world of him, but he knows better. Between the two of them, he is the lucky one. Having a person like her in his life, by his side, always ready to help and support him is a rare gift and he has sworn that he will never take it for granted.

She has been there all along since the day they met, through the ups and the downs, during his good moments and, especially, the rough patches. Firstly as a trusted friend and then as his romantic partner.

Mourning his father and moving on from his loss would have been much harder and would have taken a much bigger toll on him, if she hadn't been with him.

"You make me happier than I thought I could be. Spending time with you always makes my day. Even when I'm not doing great to start with."

His eyes sparkle a little as he speaks those words, a testament to how sincere he is.

"I'm so grateful for you. And I love you. How could I not, when you're as kind, strong, beautiful," his cheeks colour just a little at that, "talented and smart as you are?"