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OMG I binge-read your Black Butler fic as a 13 year old and I've been looking for it ever since. I can't believe I found it again!!!

I am both in awe and embarrassed because i haven't opened Tumblr in months and i see this. How in the world did you find me, Anon? I'm impressed especially because i didn't have a Tumblr back when I wrote that fic-

I am glad you enjoyed it, that thing is SO OLD and looking back some quality cringe but I've grown as a writer and it's nice to see improvement (and old fans).

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“the nsfw tumblr blog” “the”

We’re a long ways from malleus ascending from the coffin now huh

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MR LOVE: QUEEN’S CHOICE MASTERLIST

UPDATED : SEPTEMBER 12, 2021

GAVIN

— headcanons —

s/o asking to be pampered // fluff

KIRO

LUCIEN

SHAW

ー headcanons ー

teaching s/o to skate // fluff

s/o asking to be pampered // fluff

VICTOR

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hello waifu, i'm here to ask for mlqc headcanons! more accurately, gavin & shaw with a s/o asking to be pampered. like, "can you run your fingers through my hair?" for example.

feel free to take your time bby! or to ignore lol. good luck with avoiding your studies! drink that water i know you haven't been staying hydrated 😠 unclench that jaw rn and straighten your back 💛

when the waifu comes into my ask box and calls me out, i am a tense shrimp how dare you. i have been drinking.. tea, only because we drank all the booze.

but your wish is my command~! let the fluff commence.

i also didn’t use this as an excuse to make mlqc banners instead of actually of writing, nope not one bit

gavin & shaw the storm brothers with a s/o who asks to be pampered

loves pampering you, always, man is the king when it comes to spoiling you

you had a long and stressful day, gavin had picked that up from just a few texts

being the wonderful and outstanding boyfriend he is, he always has a plan to lift your spirits

he will stop by your favorite fast-food restaurant, order your favorite meal, and drop by your place

he is a godsent, showing up with hot food and ready to let you rant about your day as he nods quietly along

will suggest watching a movie. to get you to relax and your mind off the day

all snuggled up together on the couch you could not help yourself from feeling a little greedier for his affection

"Gavin, could you massage my shoulders?"

there is no hesitation in this boy as he gets you to sit up

maybe you are taking advantage of his kindness but the moment his fingers began to kneed into your tense muscles the thought is out the window

he knows exactly where to move and how firm he has to press his fingers into your back

the feeling was blissful, you could feel the tension rolling off you in just mere moments

by the time he is done, you could melt into a puddle, if you aren't already

demanding snuggles afterward is a given, he thinks of it as his own reward to hold you close

even still his fingers are rubbing circles and obscure shapes across your shoulder blades, back, and neck

always acts bothered when you want something from him, namely affection

he is always grumpy about it

it's all an act, even if he whines, he still does it

will not admit that he enjoys it when you come to ask him for affection

like normal the two of you are thrown across the couch, your head across his lap as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone

shaw only notices you were looking at him because your arm had stopped moving

he was not met with your usual expression, that mischievous glint but a needy, almost puppy-dog begging one

"can you run your fingers through my hair?"

he was already sighing halfway through your request

thinks it's actually super cute but obviously can't tell you that, he knows you'll pout about it

(that's only because he never leaves it at just cute!)

before any protests will be heard his fingers are dancing across your forehead

it silences you for a moment until he starts tapping your forehead, using it to drum a beat

just before you get impatient enough to swat at him he threads his fingers through your hair

it's a bit rough at first as he finds a rhythm and teases some knots from your hair

then gradually it gets softer, gentler as he begins to absentmindedly comb your hair as he gets engrossed in something else

but the time he realizes he still pampering you with the little gesture you've fallen asleep

now he has no choice but to stay put and keep doing it

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shameless self promo of my art blog, plus I'm actually super proud of this

happy birthday to the best Viper~ 🐍

i'm also so proud of that snake patch it took me 3 hours i almost cried

instagram // twitter // do not repost // reblog only

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The First to Say: Jamil Viper

GASP ACTUALLY POSTING TO THE BLOG? OF COURSE TODAY I MUST FORGO ALL ELSE—

because it is a very special day, our favorite housewife's desert snake's birthday!

so enjoy this softness with kisses and fluffy cuteness.

i also didn't proofread this, the sun is coming up, so no beta we die like men

✒ blurb : reader telling Jamil happy birthday

✒ extras : reader-insert, fluff, established relationship, birthday wishes to our favorite snek

✒ word count : 907

Jamil’s brow scrunched as a gentle feeling against his forehead stirred him from his sleep.

There was a soft giggle that filled his ears first. Then the feeling of warm lips against his cheek.

“Jamil,” Your quiet, familiar voice reached his ears, gently pulling him out of the sleep that engulfed him.

A kiss to his nose.

“Ja~mil,” You sang his name. He smiled in response.

Your fingers thread through his hair, combing through the soft strands as you brushed them from his face. He leaned into the touch.

Dark, stormy eyes peeked open and stared up at you. His smile grew, revealing the tips of his fangs as he did.

When had you slipped out of his arms? He was such a little sleeper, your slightest moment should have woken him.

As he contemplated with his thoughts, sleepy still swirled in his eyes, his expression unguarded and so open to you, you watched with joy.

This was an adorable sight to you. Your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, calm and relaxed into your touch, with a blissful smile. You had almost decided against waking him but it was worth it and this was not even the reason you had done it.

“Happy birthday, Jamil,” Your voice was soft as you leaned over him.

Jamil blinked up at you, your words slowly processing in his mind.

It was his birthday already? He had been so busy he had hardly thought about it yet you looked eagerly down at him, a wide smile on your lips, as you uttered your message of celebration to him.

“..Did you wake me just to say that?”

“Yes! I wanted to be the first one to tell you.”

He had never thought his birthday important, not terribly. His family would celebrate with him, Najma would bake the cookies he liked, and if he was fortunate he would avoid any of Kalim’s extravagant attempts at throwing a party. Not to say any of it was ever bad, it was the one day the attention was all on him, yet this was different.

Jamil’s heart swelled in his chest, his smile and gaze softened lovingly towards you.

It was such a little thing but it meant more than he could describe. It was clear you had been waiting ever so eagerly for the moment but impatient enough that you could not wait a moment longer.

“Thank you.” The gratitude was genuine, something that made your heart sing by the softness of his tone.

“Don’t thank me yet, I haven’t given you your gifts or even started the day!”

Jamil cocked a brow playfully, “You planned the whole day?”

“Yup!” You chirped back, “ I’m starting with telling you happy birthday as many times as I can before anyone else.”

He chuckled softly.

“And this too.”

You leaned down to him, lips brushing against his own. He lifted his head, pressing his against your sweetly, savoring the warmth and softness of your lips before you pulled away. Too soon for his liking really.

You giggled again. “Don’t pout, we have all day,” You quipped as you lied down beside him.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. A content sigh fell from his lips as the warmth of your being filled his. He pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. The soft smell of your shampoo and the complimenting hints of your soap brought his heart a calming comfort.

He could stay like this forever, where nothing nor any person is able to steal you away or demand his attention. No distractions, no chaos, no stress. Just you and him in his bed, allowing your hearts to intertwine and beat in time with each other.

You wrapped your arms around him. Your fingers delicately danced over his ribs, tracing the curves of the muscles that defined and sculpted his back until you could tender tap down his spine.

He shivered in response to the delicate touch.

You snickered again, relentingly your ghostly soft touches as you began to comb your fingers through his loose hair.

You could nearly feel Jamil roll his eyes as he held you closer, tracing idle shapes into your back.

You allowed your body to relax against his, molding to his lithe figure as you embraced each other closely, feeding off one another’s warmth, lulled by the strong beat of each heart that called out to the other.

“Happy birthday,” You whispered into his chest.

He smiled against your forehead, placing a delicate kiss there.

“..When we get up I’m making you breakfast.” You broke the silence with your hushed voice again.

Jamil pulled back enough to look down at you with a smirk. “Oh?”

You nodded. “So go back to sleep, so morning can come, and I can spoil you all day.”

He chuckled softly, the sound made your heart flutter in your chest.

“I would like that.”

You lifted your head, stretching your back to close the distance between you as you pressed your lips against his. The contact was brief, fleeting but even as you pulled away you felt breathless and dizzy, completely surrounded by him. He flooded your senses with his own, there was room for nothing and no one else, only him.

You nestled your body closer to his, trying to leave no room between you. He did not mind, holding you even close against his body.

“Happy birthday, Jamil.”

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SO I NEVER SAID IT HERE BUT I AM NOW OR I MIGHT DIE

TWST CHP 6 SPOILERS, CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK

spoilers & strong language below the cut

(screenshots/links are from A J's video on youtube which is also linked below)

as we all know chapter 6 was released at the end of august and if anyone of you brave enough to read this were foaming at the mouth like me you've been eating up everything.

unfortunately, i do not read japanese so i'm relying on the rest of the rabid fandom that can to feed this starving bitch morsels.

and if you've seen the video on youtube, you'll know what i'm talking about ( those of you interested here's the link: disclaimer MAJOR spoilers for chapter 6 ).

so essentially all the students who have overblotted are kidnapped and then the last scene of kidnappings we get is Crowley being abducted in this here:

then we get this:

what indeed.

obviously, we could all guess this is Idia's doing, no surprise, it's his chapter but that's beside the point.

i'm both worried and excited how his studies of overblots will play into his own overblot...

also can i derail this for about five seconds so we can talk about his outfit?? Idia what the fuck is the sci-fi dictatorship aesthetic?? like great but also what the fuck??

THE POINT IS

i discussed with a friend some months ago that Crowley looks like he's overblotted. from the way he talks to the way his design is, i always assumed he knew because he himself had gone through the process. especially the way his mask sits on his face, his scleras look black. this could have be anime logic where him being fae just meant his eyes glow and that's why we can see his eyes bUT—

i was under the impression that he uses the mask to hide overblot residual, likely because when he overblotted no one was able to pull him out yet he survived only to sustain permanent damage thus turning his scleras black (i would also guess there is some scarring or ink leftover too).

AND

that it is all but confirmed in writing with the fact Idia took not only ALL of the overblot students but Crowley too.

MY THEORY

from what i've seen or maybe i'm just getting way too invested as usual, the overblot squad are the "titans".

therefore like Hades released the titans from Tartarus to destroy Olympus and the other gods, i have a feeling Idia might utilize and unleash them on nrc.. by recreating their overblot states perhaps?

i don't know if i'm ready for whatever this chapter gives us, i'm worried, not my boys, please but at the same time gIMME!!

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

even not touching this blog is somehow hasn’t died while i’ve been MIA

so requests are back open because who cares about classes and studying

be sure to check out the rules as they have been updated.

anyway back to the depths to wait on food

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Birthday Treat : Ruggie Bucchi

have i disappeared for an entire semester without warning? am i showing up only to disappear again by avoiding studying for finals because i realized a handful of my favorite characters had birthdays this month and i need to acknowledge at least one? 

more likely than you think!

but i will be damned if i don’t write SOMETHING for one of my boys’ birthdays this month... and i may or may not have seen the stuff from Ruggie’s birthday campaign—

SO happy belated (by like 5 minutes) birthday to my favorite husband material hyena!

i also made new banners for character posts-

↪  GUIDELINES

✒ tags : reader-insert, fluff, established relationship

✒ warnings : n/a

✒ word count : 492

“Ruggie~!”

Ruggie immediately perked up at the sound. Excited flashed over his face as his pale eyes flickered around the room to find the source of the melody— you.

The sudden elevation in his mood had not gone unnoticed by Leona or Jack. While Ruggie had been rather pleased this morning to be pampered and treated, in his mind, as royalty the mere mention of you had a whole different effect. In fact, the hyena beastman could hardly sit still after hearing your voice.

And when he found you?

He was on his feet and rushed over to your side.

You found yourself swept up into a tight embrace, nearly causing the gift in your hand, a tray of specially made sweets for your boyfriend, tumbling to the floor. Luckily you had a secure grip on it.

Laughter tumbled from your lips as you spoke, “If I didn’t know better I might have guessed it was my birthday with how excited you are to see me!”

Ruggie’s cheeks flushed but he did not let go, which told you enough.

“Well just in case someone has forgotten here…” You wiggle out of his grasp, which arguably was easier said than done considering he did not want to let you go just yet. Still, you managed and promptly presented the tray to him.

“Happy birthday, Ruggie!”

His eyes widened in surprise as they stared at the gift you presented to him. His gaze flickered between you and the platter filled with an assortment of donuts in disbelief.

“Are these really all for me?” He asked tentatively.

A small giggle bubbled from your throat. “Of course, it is your birthday! I spent all morning making them for you and only you!”

A small sound, somewhere between a whine and your name escaped the hyena as he snatched up one of the glazed treats and shoved one in his mouth.

“You are amazing,” Ruggie said between a mouthful of strawberry-glazed donut.

A smile stretched even wider over your lips as you took in his overjoyed expression— the way his eyes sparkled so brightly as if you had just given him the most precious treasure in the world and how his ears and tail gave away his excitement with each little gesture.

All those burns and struggles with the fryer, which happened to be a deep-dished pan full of cooking oil, in the end, had been worth it just to see his reaction.

Ruggie picked up another donut and readied to shove it into his mouth just like the last one but paused. His eyes found yours and he smiled, leaning in to place a quick peck against your cheek.

“Thank you, this is the best gift ever.”

“Hey! Even after all we did for you?” Leona, disgruntled, interjected.

You laughed, sticking your tongue playfully at the Savanaclaw leader. “I have special perks, Kingscholar.”

“And this is way tastier!” Ruggie said just before consuming another donut whole.

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a reaction i can live with—

but this is what happens when I want to show my sister ikemen and @kamesama makes a meme off of me hurting myself 😂

tagging : @november-solarstorms , as most of the people i would tag have been, anyone else who would like to expose themselves lol

The last person on your camera roll got you pregnant and ur last meme is their reaction. What y’all got 👀

LMAO 🤣🤣🤣

Tagging: EVERYONE CUZ I WANNA SEE but I’ll tag my moots just in case they don’t see this 👉👈 @sheerxradiance @giyuus-wife @hurtbycanonthoughts @rintaromilktea @aoi-turtle @tpwkatsumu

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Holiday Season : Johann Georg Faust ( Secret Santa )

this is a secret santa gift from one of the discord serves i’m in for the ikemen series, and after getting permission to post, i’d like to share it will all of you~

honestly it’s really just shameless softness here because i wanted to gift something cute between the oc and faust

↪  GUIDELINES

✒ tags : fluff, secret santa gift, canon x oc

✒ notif crew : @sleepingindevildom​ ♡

✒ warnings : n/a

✒ word count : 2171

It was the winter season now.

The months since her arrival had seemed to pass by so quickly. It was all still so foreign and yet so familiar to her at the same time. This place had become a home, strange as it was, and a place where she believed she belonged now.

One place, in particular, was the warmest and most welcoming, a place that brought her that true peace of belonging and homeliness.

A small church.

It was nothing like the grand cathedrals that the 21st century glorified. It did not reach far into the sky like the skyscrapers of the future. Its bells did not toll and ring out far into the rolling hills for all to hear. No, it was quaint and beautiful in its own way— a carefully sculpted structure of prime gothic architecture, detailed in the most stunning and accenting ways of statues and stain glass windows. Inside was no less breathtaking, as each pew was carved with ornate details, careful placement, and brought a strange comfort and calmness. Ceilings raised high with intricate bracing, taking nothing away from the beauty each decorated corner held.

It was no Notre Dame but it was still beautiful— far more beautiful even.

The caretaker of this church, however, likely influenced her opinion of the building.

Johann Georg Faust.

Anyone who was ever even slightly fascinated by the occult or unconventional things of this world would find the name familiar. Faust, after all, was a man of legend. Not for his accomplishments, of course, but for the curious tale that had been spun around him.

There was no saying if the tale was true, but one might, considering that it was since he was an immortal vampire of legend— or similar to the legends at least.

Faust was no less an enigma though, which was partially why Vanni was here.

Faust, as a skeptic of higher powers, might not celebrate the holiday season that had come around but she certainly did— it was all a part of her beliefs but now it was especially dear.

It was different for her this time around, though, because it would be the first holiday season she would spend in 19th century Paris.

Vanni tugged her navy coat closer over her body, the fur that lined its helms tickled over what little skin of her fingers and face that was exposed to the open air.

The cold was a horrible thing, because of the frightful chill, but more so because the brunette could feel the itch growing in her throat. She bit it back though, taking another slow breath as she nestled in her coat further, counting on the layers of blue that adorned her body to keep her warm.

It was only a matter of time before the familiar outline of the church came into view. A smile crept its way over her lips as her feet began to move faster, eager to finally arrive.

A hand stretched out, the small girl pushed open the heavy, wreathe decorated doors. The cold air rushed in behind her, eager to fill the new and far warmer space. She was quick to shut the door, forcing it with her shoulder to not dare to let the little warmth escape.

The loud slam of the door echoed in the open halls of the church, signaling her arrival.

No one was there to greet her though. It was not quite that surprising, despite it being a celebrated holiday for many, this place was far out of reach for many people. It was a near treacherous journey being out and away from the city’s usual safety.

Vanni did not mind it. She liked the walk, the way it was nestled out near the fields and the woods in its own corner of paradise.

Perhaps that was why the man resided here. Faust liked to be left alone to his work and to worry less about appeasing the masses of a faith he did not share.

Vanni let out a small cough but the itch in the back of her throat only grew. She had tried to fight back the urge but her lungs simply did not approve and the cough only grew hoarser.

Her body curled in on itself as she leaned down to brace herself against her leg, covering her mouth with a hand as if that would somehow stop the air from escaping her. With each attempt to breathe in, she only found herself a short gasp.

It was a moment before she was able to recover and steady her breath. Her lungs took in greedy gulps as she pressed a hand to her chest to calm her frantic heart.

“You should not be traveling in the cold with a cough like that.” A familiar blunt voice reached her ears.

Bright golden eyes found the familiar figure of a man— far closer than she had thought— merely steps form her.

“I’ll be fine now,” Her voice was soft, almost swallowed by the calm quiet of the empty church, “It’s warmer in here anyways.”

Those stunning, pale green eyes fixed on her, drawing closer as Faust stepped nearer.

For a moment, Vanni believed he would scold her for not considering her health, and it seemed as if he was about to but decided against it at the last moment. Instead, she was met with that piercing stare, burning into her and divulging all her secrets.

Most would find the scrutinizing gaze unnerving— the petite female had at one point, but over time had found herself growing used to it. Enough, at least, to not shrink away anymore.

“So, what are you doing today?” She spoke up, breaking away from his gaze to step further into the church.

“Working.” Was the short answer she received.

Vanni reached to loosen the scarf around her neck, allowing the air to caress her exposed skin. Fingers nimbly found the buttons of her coat, popping them open so she could shrug the clothing off her shoulders. Afterward, she draped it over the backs of one of the pews and smoothed out the heavy, blue skirt that hugged and flowed over her wide figure.

She turned back to Faust.

He had not moved, not beyond turning to allow his gaze to follow her, watching as she moved around his church.

A small smile found its way onto her lips as she approached him again.

“You know it’s the holidays, right?” She asked with a tilt of her head, “You’re supposed to be relaxing, not working.”

Not that she expected anything less of Faust. He was a man devoted to his science, his work was his life, and she knew how immersed he would become— so much so that he would forget to rest or even eat as she had found out.

Faust was silent, his eyes flickered over her face. The sincerity and softness in her inviting eyes was always strange to him, but not the strangest part about her. At first, he had considered her an annoyance, someone who bothered him when he wanted nothing but peace and quiet to work, yet sometimes he found his mind linger back to her and the devotion that glowed in her eyes. She was a distraction he both loathed and craved, wanting to understand why she influenced him the way she did with nothing but her presence.

And somehow, despite all certainties he had, she continued to come back here, to him, even after she found the truth of what he was and his own beliefs. He would call her a fool yet he would only be right to call himself the same because his curiosity of her only drew him back again and again.

“I am aware of the season.” He replied. Even if he was a faux clergyman, he knew what the winter brought, religious or not.

“Then you should take a break for once.” Vanni urged.

She could see the wear of exhaustion on his face as she drew closer. The dark, plum-colored circles hung under his eyes were hidden by his glasses, but she did not miss them. There were other small signs in the way he moved, slower, and the way his shoulders drooped with weight despite his best efforts to appear as poised as ever.

Before she might not have noticed these small details but now was different. She would like to say she had grown closer to the man. Maybe he had not opened up to her as much as she had wanted but he seemed to tolerate her, entertain her questions, and she found his company enjoyable. He was interesting but most importantly, she felt safe around him despite everything he had tried to argue otherwise.

“I have work to do.”

She had expected the excuse.

“No,” Despite the softness of her tone, it was still stern, “You might not celebrate Christmas or its season, but you need your rest, even if it’s a short nap.”

Vanni received a quirked eyebrow in response.

She rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed his wrist. “Consider this my gift to you then, making sure you rest!” She said as she pulled him over to one of the pews.

It was not the most ideal or comfortable place but it was all there was for the moment and a far better alternative than the floor. Her fingers slipped from the coarseness of his sleeve as she grabbed her discarded coat. Carefully, she folded the article over into a rough-square shape and placed it down on the wooden bench.

“You can use my jacket as a pillow,” She patted the clothing, “I’ll make sure no one comes in and disturbs you too,” She added, holding herself with confidence for him to put his trust into.

A rare, small smile pulled at the corner of Faust’s lips. A sight that, if Vanni had mistakenly blinked at that moment, she would have missed. Yet she had seen it and a joyful warmth blossomed in her chest as her heart fluttered.

“And why would you do such a thing?” The question was poised with caution and curiosity she was used to by now.

Vanni shook her head with her own smile, “Maybe because you deserve some rest. Stop being so resistant and just lie down already!” Her urge was aided by her hand finding his wrist once more, tugging him forward.

Faust gave a sigh. Those dangerously bright eyes disappeared, taking their sense of constant observation with them. It was only briefly, though, before they fixed on the petite girl once more. Suddenly, she was revered with a difference, a glint in those luminescent eyes that was unknown to her.

A single step was all it took for the distance between them to become minuscule, not enough for even the Holy Ghost if it dared. The action brought sudden awareness to Vanni how small she was, dwarfed by him and the shadow of his that fell over her.

A hand wrapped around her wrist and she was tugged abruptly. Too surprised by the action, her body gave no resistance as she fell into a smoldering embrace, pulled into a firm chest.

Then she found herself sitting in the pew and Faust’s head in her lap, using her plush thighs as a pillow to rest on.

Her mind reeled with the sudden change, desperately trying to piece together whatever split moment it had missed to end up like this. The only conclusion her mind could reach, though, was that she had become Faust’s pillow.

Heat crept up her neck and spread over her face to the tips of her ears. The church was suddenly very warm, warmer than a roaring hearth in the grandest of halls.

“If you insist I must rest, then you must as well,” There was an unusual softness in Faust’s voice as he gazed up at her, “Considering your fit of coughs earlier.”

Vanni stared back at the piercing green eyes that looked up at her.

The stunned silence and expression of hers drew a smirk onto the alchemist’s lips. Perhaps, for once, he had left her heart skipping like she seemed to always do to his own.

Faust needed his rest and she had insisted so she would not refuse. Despite the frantic pounding of her heart against her ribs, she liked the feeling. Perhaps this eccentric vampire was finally warming up to her company.

“Okay…” She breathed out quietly, relaxing as she brought her fingers to gently comb through his hair, “Then we’ll both rest,” She smiled, “I’ll watch over you.”

Faust’s expression faltered at her gentleness before he closed his eyes. His body relaxed against hers, immersing himself in the warmth she radiated. His mind lingered from its thoughts and focused on the way her fingers caressed through the softness of his hair, lulling him into a safety and comfort to rest.

Perhaps this season was not so bad, so long as this strange woman was around for it.

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S : She’s A God — Neck Deep

I : I’m Sorry — Flyleaf

L : Let It Roll — All Time Low 

V : Voodoo — Ghost Town

A : Achilles Come Down — Gang of Youths

N : Not Enough — Fighting Kind

A : Attic — Ghost Town

B : Bones — NateWantsToBattle

L : Lowkey As Hell — Waterparks

E : Edge of Heaven — Breathe Carolina

shamelessly promoting my favorite songs

tagging : @november-solarstorms , @datenoriko , @animeworldsposts , @x-joie-x , @sweettangy , @x-jodi-x & whoever else would like to jump on this~

Tagged by @thewheezingwyvern to spell out my URL using song titles. I'd reblog but the post was getting long and well *gestures at url*. I'd like to spare some dashes!

S - Shepherd of Fire by Avenged Sevenfold

E - Everything Zen by Bush

I - I Get Off by Halestorm

G - Girl's Not Grey by AFI

E - Endgame by The Aviators

P - Peaceful Easy Feeling by The Eagles

H - Haunted by Disturbed

O - Old Time Rock n Roll by Bob Seger

E - Eat the Rich - Aerosmith

N - Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold

I - It's My Life- Bon Jovi

X - X by System of a Down

I'm gonna tag @varyen, @briarfox13, @natsora, @alyssalenko, @silhouette-of-a-dream, @littleshebear, @thedistantstorm

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me writing fictional couples: oh wow…. the tenderness, the devotion, the romance

me irl:

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personality type : intp-t

ikesen : shingen, hideyoshi, motonari, kenshin, & ranmaru

ikevamp : arthur, dazai, isaac, charles, & shakespeare

ikerev : fenrir & seth ( even tho we fell out of that fandom )

put your MBTI/16 personalities personality type and your favourite suitors from the ikemen series (pls do this it's for science)

i'm a proud INFP-A 😤 my faves are

ikevamp: napoleon, jean, theo & dazai

ikesen: kenshin, sasuke & hideyoshi

ikerev..... haven't played a lot of it but i really REALLY like ray & kyle 🥺

i have no idea what this says about me except that my taste is all over the place lmao

imma tag @nafeary @juminly @nishtharya @fairy-marshmallow and anyone else who wants to do this pls feel free to do so!! ❤️

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i love that two of the songs that came up are ones i recommended to you ( ghost town and written by wolves are *chef kiss* )

picking a playlist was hard because i have...too many and not one of them is the same so. but i’m prepared to be called out now.

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid — The Offspring

Nightmares — All Time Low

Dear Astronomer — Valiant Hearts

Hero / Heroine — Boys Like Girls

The Common Hour — I See Stars

Hold On — Tilian

Look Who’s Talking — BoA

Dance with the Devil — Breaking Benjamin

Loba — Shakira

45 — Shinedown

admittedly my spotify top five songs/bands tells you a lot more about me but these work too haha

tagging : @november-solarstorms , @datenoriko , @animeworldsposts , @x-joie-x , @sweettangy , @x-jodi-x & anyone else who would like to give it a go~

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

Thanks @snakefarm42 and @boomerangsandadora for the tag and haha I got cavetown in my mix even though it totally doesn’t fit the playlist I chose.

Also favorite playlist?? What?? I have so many this was hard. And keep in mind I have no idea how to make those.

1. NFWMB by Hozier

2. Dream Ivory by Dream, Ivory

3. Salt and the Sea by the lumineers

4. Black out days by the Phantograms

5. Fireside by the Arctic Monkeys

6. Another love by Tom Odel

7. Fool by Cavetown

8. Time by Mikky Ekko

9. Kids by Current Joys

10. Pull Me Down by Mikky Ekko

Okay obviously you don’t have to do is if you don’t want to. I’m tagging @sgarcher13 @lordrei @nebulas-and-black-holes @red-i-mean-blue @speaktomeinpaganprayers @toomanydreamsnotenoughmemes and anyone else that wants to.

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[silvanable]

Fly Me to the Moon : William Shakespeare

i’m a shakespeare whore. i think that’s explanation enough—

kidding, sort of...

any who, i wrote this on the 17th/18th what is time i’m pulling an all nighter lol & wanted to wait to post it on christmas so it’s likely you’re reading this then. i hate the holidays, for stupid reasons really, but i figured after cranking out the angst for the season which will obviously be posted before this, i should sort of make up for it with fluff so all my readers don’t sacrifice me for punching them in the gut and drinking their tears—

like i said before, will is shady but i love him and honestly i can’t help and want to be soft. so this is really super self indulgent. there’s also a song attached, while the reader could be any gender i used annapantsu’s version because i adore the softness of her version in this one~

happy holidays and merry christmas to those who celebrate! here’s my apology gift to all my wonderful followers~ ♡

↪  GUIDELINES

✒ tags : reader-insert, fluff, puck wants cuddles too

✒ warnings : n/a

✒ word count : 1591

The soft patter of your feet was hushed by the rug beneath you. Bare feet tickled by the plush and fuzzy material that caressed your toes with each step.

You had come home from being out all day, seeing old friends you would say, despite them being rather new to you as was the era. That was not of any importance though— what mattered now was the whereabouts of your lover.

You were certain he was still here, as you had asked him in the morning if he had plans, and all that had come of the conversation was that he intended to work on his plays. You had wished him luck, a kiss to his cheek goodbye, not taking note of how those bi-colored eyes trailed after your figure as you flitted away.

Your goal was in sight as you sauntered down the hall with a skip to your step, eager to greet him and fall into his embrace. He was just beyond the cracked door of the study.

A hand delicately pressed against the stained, smooth door to open it. Your voice flitted over the air in greeting eagerly, “William, I’m—”

Where you found your poet and playwright was where you had expected him… mostly.

It was a rather adorable sight, one that had caught you off guard.

Stretched over the muted rose-hued chaise was William, stretched languidly and so unguardedly. A hand curled against his cheek while his chin dipped against his chest, which rose and fell in deep, peaceful breathes. Papers littered over his lower abdomen and lap— one still loosely held in the hand that had fallen towards the floor, above yet another few pages scattered across the plush carpet.

One of your hands came to gently press against your mouth, hiding the growing smile and stifling the sweet laughter that threatened to pour from your lips.

The slight noise of your amusement caused a bundle of tawny fur— one you had missed moments before— to stir.

Eyes of amber and scarlet blinked open towards you. A pink nose wiggled, small whiskers shivered in response. Long, soft ears stretched up and towards you.

In acknowledgment of your presence, Puck stood up and bounced from his perk at William’s side, bounding over to your feet with a strange eagerness.

He was a curious rabbit, unafraid of you and so excited by your appearance now, and you adored it.

“Hi, Puck,” You greeted the bunny, scooping him into your hands from off the floor.

A bundle of fur in hand, you stroked him gently between the ears as you quietly crept forward. You rounded the low table between the seating arrangements and towards the chaise.

Once more, Puck was on the plush seat, taking the initiative to return to his place nestled between his loving owner’s arm and side.

You smiled at the action before turning your attention to the floor.

Toes gently brushed against the corner of the pages as you shifted, moving to bend and pick them up. You were careful as you slipped the one from his fingers and collected the others from your lover’s lap— cautiously so as not to disturb his much-needed rest.

Smooth paper shuffled through your fingers, doing your best to organize them in the somewhat order you retrieved them. More or less satisfied with them, you placed the stack on the elongated table.

Puck all the while watched your movement, curious to what you might be doing. It was only when you were done and turned towards him and his owner, did you both make eye contact.

Sometimes the watchful intelligence beyond those heterochromatic eyes was unnerving— always so observant and keen much like…

Your eyes softened as they found their way to William’s peaceful expression.

Just like him. Always mindful and attentive to the details around him.

The soft smile never faltered from your lips, it only grew.

You lowered yourself to the carpet. Your fingers carefully intertwined with William’s hand available to you. Your cheek pressed against the cushiony side of the furniture as you nestled beside the chaise.

Eyes lovingly flickered up to examine the face of your lover— glowing with unspoken admiration and adoration.

Sometimes you wished there was a way you could express yourself as he did. His words were always so sweet, so ladened with beautiful poetry and care. Each verse that left his lips, no matter the moment, always seemed so carefully crafted as if he had spent years perfecting it just for your ears.

The pleasant thought lulled you, your fingers curled further against his palm and brushed over his knuckles. The silence wrapped around you like a calming blanket.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you took a deep breath.

A quiet hum vibrated from your throat.

“Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars...”

Your lips moved, tongue forming words as you breathed the familiar song from your time.

“Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars,”

The melody ghosted from your lips and filled the room.

“In other words, hold my hand,” You smiled sweetly, “In other words, baby, kiss me,”

Puck blinked slowly at you, eyes half-lidded as he listened to the soft melody of your voice, coaxing the bundle of fluff to sleep as his ear twitched gently.

“Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore,”

You hand not noticed how the hand in your own twitched, curling further into your touch.

“You are all I long for— all I worship and adore,”

Mismatched eyes fluttered open and as they fell on your face, a small smile pulled on thin lips.

“In other words, please be true— In other words, I love you.”

“If thee had not stolen my heart already, thou song would have bewitched me to fall under thy spell, my loving siren.”

The gasp fright that left your lips caused a faint chuckle to fall from his luscious lips. The sound was a melody of its own to your ears and soothed the frantic beat of your heart as it threatened to burst from your chest.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” You whispered quietly, shyly as your blush crept up to your ears.

William adored the sudden shyness.

“If I had known speaking would silence thy sweet song, I would have remained in my own silence a while longer,” He drew himself off the chaise to sit up. Your hand was pulled up to his lips, where he placed a delicate kiss against your knuckles.

Puck was rather displeased at the sudden movement, displaced from his comfort.

You, on the other hand, flushed with a soft tint over your cheeks.

“Will thy come closer for me?” His voice was gentle with the question. Crimson and amber eyes begged and coaxed you to comply.

“Yes,” The word left you breathless.

Your hand was pulled forward, your body followed it without question, led straight into the waiting arms of your lover.

Pulled against a warm chest, wrapped in inviting arms, you fell into the embrace with a content sigh. You prepared to sink into the peace, into the comfort you so wanted, only to be disturbed as William shifted.

With careful movements— as not to push you off the narrow chaise or squish the wriggling bunny that wedged himself between you— you were set on your side for better comfort. In the next moment, you found William nestled against you. His head rested against your chest, ear pressed to your ribcage to listen to the steady and melodic beat of your heart with a content sigh.

The surprise that had briefly touched you was replaced by a glow in your heart, warming your chest as you smiled sweetly down at the man that held you so close.

You wrapped your arms around him in return, cuddling him closer to you, to envelop him in your presence.

And Puck’s— who vehemently nudged himself between you two where your thighs touched, clearly not appreciative of being squashed and forced to move to another place.

A soft chuckle left your lips in a short puff, an action that shook your shoulder and echoed in your chest— a detail the poet pressed against you had not missed.

“My love, my dearest ladybird, would thou grace me with your sweet songs once more?” The request was spoken softly against your chest, the warmth of his breath tickled your throat.

You hummed in response, the sound vibrated and low in your chest.

“Fill my heart with song, let me sing forevermore,”

Your voice filled the room. A soft, lulling sound that brought an unexplainable peace to William.

“You are all I long for, all I worship and adore,”

Your fingers found their way to his hair, threading the soft locks through them as you drew circles in his shoulder.

“In other words, please be true,”

The softness of your tone as it played such a sweet melody soothed him. He nestled further into your loving arms, enjoying the feel of your fingers that combed through his hair.

“In other words,”

His breath matched with yours, chest easing in slow rises and falls as the comfort of your touch and embrace lulled him to peace once more.

“Oh, in other words...”

You smiled down at William, basking in the joy that his serene expression gave you. You lifted your head from the plush comfort that supported it to place your lips softly in the sweetest against the top of his head.

“I love you.”