#@acacia-may

[mitsuki-komori]

MitsukiKomoriX191’s Bakery Event!

Welcome to MitsukiKomoriX191’s Bakery Event! This will be my first original event. You may order a cake or pie and some add-ons with toppings, all of your choice! This event was heavily inspired by @lyranova and @acacia-may

The Rules:

You will be able to choose one type of relationship for me to write, romantic, family, and platonic

You can choose up to two types (Fluff, angst, etc.)

Lastly, you will choose either a topping (trope) or an add-on (prompt). You can choose up to three prompts at a time, or you may choose up to two tropes and one prompts or whatever combination as long as it doesn’t go higher than three.

An order should look something like this… “Can I get a vanilla cake and a muffin with frosting, sprinkles, and cookies for Magna x Luck?” With maybe a brief little description of the specifics. I wouldn’t want to write something that you didn’t want.

I look forward to requests, I hope I did this right.

Relationship

Vanilla Cake - Romance

Chocolate Cake - Family

Pie - Platonic 

Type

“And a…”

Cinnamon Roll - Fluff

Donut - Humor

Fruit Loaf - Alternate Universe - Modern or Canon divergence

Muffin - Angst (Anything, just not rape, alright?)

Brownie - Hurt/Comfort

Tropes (Optional)

“With…”

Frosting - Enemies/Friends/Rivals-to-lovers

Sprinkles - Jealousy

Raspberry Sauce - Fake Dating(?)

Chocolate - Sick fic

Whipped Cream - Trapped in a blizzard 

Caramel - Sharing a bed

Candy - Unhappy Ending

Fruit - Whump

Nuts - Miscommunication 

Custard - Coffee Shop AU

Bacon - Overprotective… (siblings, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc.)

Prompts 

“And (a)…”

Cookies - “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Biscuit - “Don’t leave me please!”

Croissant - “I can’t take this anymore…”

Bagel - “I’m begging you, please don’t lock yourself in your room.”

Baguette- “How could you betray us/me like this!?”

Bun - “You better put that knife down…”

Tart - “Oh god, you’re bleeding…”

Macaroons - “Hey don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself.”

Eclair - “I’ll always be here for you.”

Strudel - “We can stay like this until you feel better.”

Scone - “It hurts…”

Waffle Cone - “You abandoned me…”

Tiramisu - “I’m gonna kill him/her for doing this to you!”

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Cream Puffs - “Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle…”

Créme Brûlée - “You just hit me with your broom, but your hot so I’ll forgive you.”

Pretzel - “This is awkward…”

Maple Bar - “Sorry for accidentally breaking into your apartment!”

Crepe -  “This isn’t good.” | “How can you tell?” | “You see how they’re all surrounding us with their grimoires and we don’t have an escape?”

Cake pop - “Why exactly are we running away?”

Canelés - “Can you please use the door? You know I have to pay to get those walls/windows fixed… right?”

Mille Feuille - “Why aren’t you dating him/her?” | “Because I’d destroy him/her.” | “He/She’d be into that.”

Coffee - “Right now I don’t know if I wanna kiss your or shove you off a bridge…

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Cheesecake - “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Flan - “Can you be my boyfriend/girlfriend real quick?” Or “Just pretend to be my date.”

Pumpkin Bread - “You’re shivering… Do you want my jacket?”

Banana Bread - “Did you just kiss me…!?”

Gingerbread - “I never really understood all the talk about love, but I think I’m starting to get it now…”

Confetti Squares - “Can I hold your hand?”

Danish - “I had a nightmare…”

Truffles - “You’re way too cute.”

Cupcakes - “You had me worried sick!”

Pancakes - “Woah, you look so pretty!”

Churros - “Your hugs brighten my day.”

Pudding - “I don’t want anyone else…”

Shortcake - “Ha, your dream guy/girl kinda sounds like me!”

Cornbread - “I mean, I’d totally kiss you if you asked!”

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[vilandel]

Hi there! For your ship ask game, a little out of the box but I saw Assassination Classroom on your fandoms list and had to ask about these two: what do you think of Karasuma x Irina? Thanks! ^^

Oh, hey Acacia!

Thank you for looking in. Ha, I might be not into Assassination Classroom as much as I'm into Black Clover, but Black Clover is very special and that doesn't mean that I'm not really into my other fandoms.

My sister suggested Assassination Classroom one day to me and I definitely got into it pretty quick. I'm still love to reread the manga and to rewatch the anime once in a while. It always makes me laugh, but it is so touching as well 💘

Anyway, I digress... Karasuma x Irina? Makes sense and definitely compels to me!

I think I might have starting shipping it even before there was a hint? It's the dynamic, I mean look at them! I was really happy when they started to be more involved with each other. The scene when Karasuma so casually invites Irina to live with him? I SWOON EVERY TIME! Can we have scenes like this in RomComs more often, please? They're also so good for each other. Irina definitely matures more at his side and Karasuma soften ups. Not to mention that they're in a way the parents of class 3-E.

Thank you for asking me this, Acacia 💘

[greencheekconure27]

[kcrev]

hcs // acacia

10+ headcanons – acacia bernard

vida familiar

Seus pais, Elisa Graham e Daniel Bernard, a tiveram quando eram muito jovens, tinham apenas dezesseis anos quando ela nasceu. Os pais de Elisa eram muito religiosos e expulsaram a filha de casa, que acabou indo morar com os Bernard enquanto ambos terminavam a escola. Acacia tinha dois anos quando os pais se formaram no ensino médio e, apesar de amá-los muito, suas figuras materna e paterna eram seus avós, Willa e Hugh Bernard.

Muito estimulados por Willa e Hugh, Elisa e Daniel mantiveram seus planos de ir à faculdade, mesmo que isso implicasse em deixar a pequena Acacia morando sozinha com os avós. Assim, dos dois aos seis anos morou apenas com os mais velhos, recebendo visitas esporádicas dos pais, que passavam a maior parte do tempo em Seattle, onde estudavam.

Quando os pais retornaram a Bend, casaram-se e Acacia foi morar com os dois. Aqueles foram bons anos para a família e ela, ainda que mantivesse muita proximidade com os avós, passou a contar mais com os pais para suas questões diárias. Voltou a morar com os avós após a separação dos pais, bastante conturbada após a descoberta de uma traição por parte de seu pai. Na época, a mãe também foi morar com os Bernard mais velhos até organizar sua vida, mas se mudou alguns meses depois. Acacia preferiu ficar com os avós, mas via a mãe com bastante frequência.

Tem uma irmã mais nova, filha do segundo casamento de seu pai. Melissa Bernard, ou Missy, tem doze anos e mora com o pai e a mãe em Dallas, no Texas. Acacia gosta da irmã, mas não mantém uma relação próxima com ela por conta de seu pai.

Sua mãe nunca se casou outra vez. Já teve um ou dois namorados mais duradouros ao longo da vida de Acacia, mas nenhum que efetivamente foi para frente. Acacia já disse a mãe dezenas de vezes que merecia encontrar o amor outra vez, mas Elisa foi muito machucada e prefere se manter solteira, na companhia de suas quatro melhores amigas, bastante ativas na comunidade de Bend.

vida amorosa

Seu primeiro beijo foi com Miles Atwood, primo de June, durante um jogo de verdade ou desafio quando ambos tinham 13 anos. Aconteceu na casa do próprio Miles, que chamou os amigos para uma comemoração de fim de ano letivo. Foi estranho e babado, passaram o restante da noite com vergonha um do outro. Hoje em dia riem da situação.

Acacia sempre odiou suas aulas de química no colégio e eram nelas que mais viajava em pensamentos sobre cenários hipotéticos. Um dia, estava tão absorta em seus pensamentos sobre Henry que usou a última folha do seu caderno para escrever o seu nome combinado ao sobrenome dele. Acacia Westbrook ou Acacia Bernard-Westbrook, ponderou naquela uma hora de aula. O caderno até hoje está guardado no meio dos seus livros antigos, na casa da avó.

Mesmo que não tenham efetivamente oficializado a relação, Acacia considera que Henry foi seu primeiro namorado, lá no ensino médio. Estiveram juntos por cerca de um ano, até terminarem no fim do verão, quando ele se mudou para a faculdade na Califórnia. Acacia chegou a ir de carro com ele para lá, levando sua mudança em uma última viagem do casal. Retornou de avião após ajudá-lo a se instalar no campus e foi chorando o caminho inteiro, tendo sido consolada pela senhora que sentou ao seu lado no voo.

Após Henry, demorou muito tempo para se interessar por outra pessoa. Permaneceu solteira durante o resto de seu ensino médio, mesmo que suas amigas insistissem para que desse chance a outras pessoas. Chegou a ir em um primeiro encontro com um colega seu, mas passou o tempo inteiro comparando-o a Henry em sua cabeça e não quis sair para um segundo encontro. Foi ao baile de formatura na companhia das amigas.

Foi somente na faculdade que se permitiu conhecer outras pessoas. Estava longe de Bend e das memórias, pareceu mais fácil se abrir naquele contexto. Teve dois namoros durante os quatro anos de sua faculdade. O primeiro foi com Adam Sanders, um jogador do time de futebol americano da universidade. Estiveram juntos por apenas 3 meses, não era uma relação nada legal e Acacia era constantemente traída. O segundo não foi muito mais duradouro, esteve com Matthew Gale por 4 meses. Estava em seu último ano universitário e gostava de passar tempo com ele, mas foi só Sebastian lhe comentar sobre o retorno de Henry a Bend que qualquer interesse pelo relacionamento com Matthew sumiu.

outros

Acacia esteve muito em dúvida sobre a universidade que gostaria de cursar. Não tinha sonho de ir para uma Ivy League, mas acabou aplicando para três – Yale, Dartmouth e Columbia – por influência de sua avó. Quanto mais pesquisava, mais vontade tinha de ir para Nova York e acabou passando o seu último ano sonhando com a carta de aceitação na Columbia. Acacia ficou lista de espera das três e não foi chamada, o que foi um baque e tanto para ela. Acabou sendo aceita em três outras boas universidades e se matriculou na Arizona State University. Relativamente próxima de casa (quando comparada às opções da costa leste) e com um excelente programa de design, a ASU acabou sendo a melhor decisão para ela.

Seus dois filmes favoritos da vida são: Toy Story e Titanic. Tinha apenas dois anos quando o primeiro foi lançado, então não o assistiu no cinema. No entanto, quando seus avós compraram o VHS, Acacia decidiu que o veria pelo menos uma vez por dia. Precisou esperar um pouco para ver Titanic, uma vez que tinha somente quatro anos na época de estreia. Tinha doze anos quando viu pela primeira vez; somente se recorda de ter chorado de soluçar ao lado de sua avó. Até hoje, são filmes que a confortam.

@carriessotos

[doughyduo]

i have commissioned over 150+ pieces

when i say i will commission your girls and make them even bigger

that is a promise. they WILL be bigger

[just-a-little-fan-1793]

Hi there! I enjoyed answering your ask about how I became a Black Clover fan so I'd like to ask you the same question if that's okay. How and when did you become interested in Black Clover?

Gladly.

Well, in my case, it all began last year. Just like you, I think. And like many mangas and animes I got to read and watch, it was all thanks to my sister.

Before she mentioned it to me, I already saw the title here and there, but didn't gave it anymore thoughts. Back then, I was still very invested with Seven Deadly Sins and My Hero Academia (still love those two, but Black Clover became top 1 for me).

One day, my sister told me she knew an anime that I might love. I always trust her when it comes to new mangas and animes to discover, so I listened to her. And I have to say, my sisters knows me very well. She just had to say the words "fantasy", "knights" and "books aka grimoires" (I'm also a bookworm XD), and she not only got my interest, but my attention. She also told me it has similarities with Fairy Tail (which was the first anime I became a big fan of), but in somehow a darker tone and I wanted to watch Black Clover even more.

My sister then showed me the trailer first and I got even more invested. Then, well, she immediatly said that I need to watch it already and so, I watched the first like twelve episodes with her. All I have to say, I got invested from the start. It was the first time I fell in love with an anime/manga this fast and this strongly. The last time the same happened with a piece of fiction in general, it was with Lord Of The Rings, both books and movie.

After my sister went back home, I continued to watch the series and at the same buy the manga volumes one by one (today, I have 32 and I'm waiting for volume 33 to come out in german). I came to love the Black Bulls, especially Vanessa, and so many other characters as well. Fuegoleon was my first love (and still in my top 10 Black Clover characters), I loved Charlotte quickly and even more after we learned she loves Yami, Rill and Jack made me laugh immediatly from the start, I got invested with Nozel very fast as well... my sister and I immediatly had the feeling that there was more to him, with how he was and such, and we were so happy to be right when we started to find out.

Today, Black Clover is my top 1 anime and manga, it will be difficult to dethrone it given how fast and deeply I fell in love with it. I'm so grateful to my sister for introducing me to Black Clover. She knows how much I love it and is happy about it (last christmas, one of her gifts was a notebook with the cover of Fuegoleons grimoire). She still doesn't have every Black Clover volume yet, so I bought her for Christmas all the ones she still misses in her bookshelf.

Well, it came rather long, but that's how I became a fan of Black Clover. Thank you for the ask <3

[moomoorare]

Watching Philz stream Chaynaaanne

[hedgehog-moss]

In my neverending quest to keep Pampérigouste from achieving her dreams, I have launched a formal investigation into her last escape, which I had no explanations for at the time.

I figured it out! At the far far end of her pasture, near the road, a few fence posts have become more or less horizontal (the ground is quite wet / muddy there so they've never been very stable, especially with Pirlouit using them to scratch his forehead)—so instead of a high jump + long jump combo to get to the road, Pampe just had to clear the long jump over the ditch. Which is still impressive.

I also suspect that she chose to escape from this place near the road on a snowy morning as a deliberate strategy, knowing the snow plough would erase any traces of her jump, thus preventing me from discovering where the weak spot in the fence was. Well done.

You need 2 people to fix these fence posts so in the meantime I decided to kill two birds with one stone: cut all the broom and thorny bushes in this corner of the pasture and use them to form a discouraging barrier. I set to work earlier this week, and here's the same place as above, mid-process:

When I texted my mum to tell her about my new thorn-based anti-Pampe plan of action, she said "Like the Maasai who make fences with thorny acacia branches to keep out lions!" and it made me feel even more confident. I mean, I have neither acacia nor Maasai fencing techniques but my thorny shrubs are pretty aggressive, they pricked my fingers even through my thick work gloves—which felt satisfying in an anticipatory way. Excellent! prick Pampe's nose exactly like this. How could a llama not be deterred by a fence material that deters apex predators?

Vexingly enough, she seemed quite supportive of my efforts. At one point she breathed some warm air against my shoulder in a gentle, patronising way.

We were engaged in psychological warfare all afternoon—every time I stepped away from my vegetal fence, feeling like it was now good enough, Pampe would immediately come to inspect it, cheerful and impatient, which sapped my confidence so I would go and add a few more shrubs. (Note that I sort of plaited the first / biggest shrubs with the pre-existing fence so they don't go flying on the road, and so Pampe can't just push them aside.)

On the right: Poldine, looking for little fresh leaves to eat amidst the chaos. On the left: Pampérigouste, thinking.

(At this point the barrier was only 20% thorns, and 80% broom—the fact that she waded through it without a care and didn't prick her belly made me go and add more thorny shrubs, and pack them more densely)

It's kind of fun watching Pampe think, honestly. Can I jump over this? Do I have enough visibility? Can I eat my way to freedom (again)? But these shrubs are disgusting. Am I above exploiting my daughter's lack of culinary discernment to achieve my goals? Maybe I should go back to my calculations re: probability of wild boar destruction. I may have pincushions for hands after handling prickly bushes for two hours but I'm helping stimulate my llama's intellect and creativity and that's so important.

I tried to alternate broom and thorny branches so that the non-thorny broom became tangled up with thorns and brambles to form an impenetrable and incomprehensible wall. I will call it this method the salmagundi-fence.

Poldine is in awe of my vegetal installation.

Can I just say, compared to Pampérigouste who constantly has a devilish glint in her eye, Pampelune's face exudes wholesome politeness and moral goodness. It's still hard to believe they're mother and daughter.

I went home once my fence started looking like Maleficent's forest of thorns and Pampe had long stopped trying to wade through it, but I still felt antsy and ended up coming back one hour later to have my apéritif with the llamas so I could keep an eye on Pampe until nightfall.

... where is Pampe?

Oh. Here. No worries!

Still staring at the road. Still thinking.

...

With all that said, please admire my beautifully delirious Forest of Thorns-fence and let me know what you think.

[lordoftherazzles]

Lovely commission done by @dyemberrr for the final chapter of my long-fic, May Your Forge Burn Bright! I'm still over the moon at how detailed and beautiful this is, right down to those yellow acacia flowers 💛🌸 How did they get to this point? Guess you'll have to read to find out!

Thorin labors as a blacksmith within the world of men to support his family and the other displaced dwarves of Erebor. Change comes to his monotonous routine when the smithy he works in unexpectedly comes under a hobbit’s management.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

The princess´ favour (Criston Cole x Targtower!Reader)

synopsis: Your love may never be accepted by the people around you, that doesn´t hold you back from expressing it in the privacy of your chambers.

warnings: age gap, kinda forbidden relationship, smut, oral sex (m receiving), afab reader

word count: 1.9k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1 @bucknastysbabe

(If you want to be tagged for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

Dividers by me

As a girl you never understood what was so great about tourneys. Sitting beside your mother, flinching away from the raw violence of it all, while your brothers watched with a fascination you had rarely seen them have for anything. However, now as a woman grown, you began to see the appeal. Not for the fighting, but for something entirely else. Or rather someone entirely else. Sitting all the way in the front row of the stands with your brother Aemond, who was just under the age of being allowed to participate himself, watching on as knight after knight gets knocked off their horse. Analysing and talking on and on about what they could have done better, while your eyes solely rested on one knight, sitting on his horse waiting for his turn to most assuredly destroy his opponent. Your knight, as you called him in the secrecy of hidden places in the gardens, empty hallways around the keep and your chambers in the dead of night.

When it is Criston Cole's turn to compete against some knight from the Reach, whose name went in one ear and out the other almost immediately, he rides up to the stands. As his horse comes to a stand, his helmet finds its way under his arm and those dark eyes search for your own.

With a poorly concealed wide smile you lean over the railing. "Ser Criston."

His eyes light up with the way his name sounds falling from your lips and his own lips split into a smile, nodding to you in greeting.

“Your highness. I am sure to win this tourney. Would you do me the honour of doing so with your favour?” His voice carries over the background of excited chatter and knights barking commands at their squires.

Without hesitation you skip over to the small table to grab the ring braided from acacia blossoms to let it down the lance that is safely propped up against his side.

“Good luck, Ser.” You chirp, waiting for him to bow his head ever so lightly and then ride away to take his position. Only then you sit back down by Aemond´s side. The side eye he gives you easily goes ignored, as in the moment he opens his mouth, the horses start to race towards each other.

Of course, Criston ends up successfully knocking his opponent off his horse, having you jump up to applaud him enthusiastically. Along many other Ladies. Yet one look of his beautiful, dark eyes is enough to quell your doubts about his loyalty. It would be your chambers he would be sneaking into later.

“Have I told you how much I hate seeing you get hurt like this?” Your thumbs run over his cheeks to assess the extent of his wounds.

“You have, princess.” Criston smiles up at you, brown eyes watering as you run one of the digits over his busted lip, despite his victory he naturally had taken a few hits himself.

The heavy plates of his armour discarded and the clothes underneath unbuttoned to reveal his muscular chest.

“My apologies.” You mumble upon hearing him suck in a sharp breath.

Criston shifts ever so slightly before he lets you put the washcloth to his skin again, wandering down steadily. When you reach his chest, the backs of your noses brush against each other ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat and almost reflexively Criston's fingers twitch against your thigh.

"How are you feeling?" You mumble, still fully concentrated on cleaning his wounds.

"I feel quite alright, now that I have you all to myself." Criston looks at you, the glimpse of something sparkling in his eyes.

"My attention will always be on you only, my sweet knight. My affections will only ever belong to you." You put down the cloth you had used to clean him up and run your hands through his hair, before kissing his forehead.

After that you barely separate until your foreheads rest against each other, noses rubbing against each other playfully, before Criston´s lips find their way onto yours. They lap at each other in tender, languid motions while eager hands run over clothed bodies they had explored a multitude of times before. Still, even if you knew each other’s bodies like the back of your own hand, you would never grow tired of it. In all this time the butterflies never calmed.

In the blink of an eye Criston joins you on the bed, straddling your hips and pushing you onto your back. The world spins around the two of you from the abruptness of the motion, as the rough pad of a thumb traces your jaw line first, before running over your lower lip.

Instinctively your legs wrap around Criston´s hips. Before your lips can seal in another kiss though, you roll the two of you around, to comfortably kneel above the knight with a triumphant teasing smile.

“You have done enough already. Let me reward you for your win.” You whisper against his neck.

The tip of your tongue traces a line down the middle of his chest and abs to the hem of his pants.

On the bed Criston propped himself up on his elbows to look at you better, his breath hitching as you teased just under the material.

“As you wish, princess.” He breathed, hiding a half smile, by biting his lower lip.

You follow this up by pulling his pants and breeches down to his ankles to set the tan hardness free from its confines. The same action makes your mouth water at the thought of what was to follow alone already.

In a matter of moments, you gently take the base of his cock into one hand to lick up the length of the vein on its underside. When the wet muscle reaches the tip, your lips wrap around it eagerly, teasing the weeping slit. Underneath the hand resting on his strong thigh, the tired muscles begin to shake from the teasing actions.

“Princess…” Criston's shuddering voice sounds through the room.

His dark eyes, though half closed, are trained as you give his cock an experimental suck. Taking it in just a bit deeper. As an immediate reaction you can see from the corner of your eyes how the knight’s hands grip the sheets a bit tighter. With a happy sigh at the reaction, you set a comfortable pace. His hips meet your mouth, thrusting up with trembling legs.

After a while his thrusts become harsher, hitting the back of your throat now to elicit the most enticing moans mixed with quiet gagging sounds he had heard from you.

Amid trying to concentrate on breathing through your nose and the view of him vanishing under a veil of tears, the hand on his thigh wanders upwards. Immediately his body trembling turned into a full-on shaking. Your hand barely cups his stones, yet the touch pulls a groan from him, that has the juices from between your legs dripping down your own thighs. The sound is more rousing than anything you had ever heard before. You gently roll them in your palm and the knees on either side of your shoulders tighten abruptly and Criston´s hips push off the bed and into your mouth on their own volition.

“So good… I don´t think I am able to hold back much longer.” The cries of pleasure from his lips grow louder, uncaring of who outside the door might hear them.

The tip of the knight’s length slips past the back of your mouth and into your throat to make you gag. The wet sound fills the room for a moment followed by sputtering and panting, as you desperately gasp for air. At the same time, you never stopped pumping his hard cock.

The quick motions and have his body shaking uncontrollably, even more so when you put your lips to his big sack, placing gentle, wet kisses onto it and sucking it into your mouth. The two of you moan in unison. The vibrations again send shocks through Criston’s body, his eyes rolling back into his head and arms underneath going limp, unable to hold him up any longer.

“Please, princess.” The begging whimpers get repeated like a prayer.

You barely manage to separate long enough from laving affection onto his lower body to answer. “Please what, my sweet knight?”

“I'm so close." Is the desperate, needy whine you get to hear in turn. “Please, I want to finish.”

It's truly adorable how he still asks for permission to let his climax overcome him. Hips trying to hold back from trusting into your hand until you answered his pleads, swollen lips hanging open and a sheen of sweat coating his face.

“Go on then. Paint my face with your seed.” You encourage him, before going back to pay attention to his stones. Your tongue flicks out to play with them, while your hand tugs on the knight’s hardness just a bit faster. The other hand, which rubs circles into his inner thigh again, wanders up just far enough to let one finger put the lightest amount of pressure on the point right behind the sack. The reaction it earns in return is all the bigger.

Criston´s hands fist into the sheets and the groan that breaks free from tightly pressed together lips has you praying that no one would storm into the chambers while Criston does as you have told him. Painting your face with his seed, making you look like one of the women serving in the pillow houses in flea bottom. The ones Aegon would talk about, whenever he wished to upset either you or one of your siblings.

And in the moment, there exists no more beautiful sight in the entire world to your secret lover. You continue pumping his cock until he has nothing more to give and the whimpers from above have turned even more raw and high pitched. For a moment after that you sit back on your haunches to just revel in the glow that shines from Criston after his climax. One finger collects the seed on your face to get it into your mouth.

After that moment of respite, the washcloth is picked right back up and wet again. This time to wipe your face first and the knight's privates afterwards.

But the second you crawl onto the mattress the both of you know that there is not much time left to cuddle. Outside the sun started to set, colouring the sky in all kinds of beautiful shades of red and orange. Alerting you that you would be expected at a dinner in your mother's chambers and Criston needed to go back on post. Perhaps you had taken a bit too long to take care of his wounds, but when your knight’s lips graze yours, his chest still heaving underneath your hand, you can't find it in you to care about any of that. Not as long as he would be lying there with you.

“I do not know what I have done to deserve you, princess. You are too good to me.” He rasps against your lips, noses brushing against each other to make the moment more intimate, as your hands wander over the other´s sides and arms.

“You deserve only the best. I hope you know that.” You answer in a raw voice.

[textless]

[vilandel]

For your salty asks, 1, 6, 9 and 20 please? Also, I salute your bravery, dear 🫡

Hi, Acacia, good morning and thank you for your asks 🫡

1 - Which OTPs I just don't in my fandoms? You know, this is actually a good question. There are ships that I don't like romantically, but still respect and understand why the shippers love them. If there are anything, certainly incest and problematic ships, but that is of course normal.

Funny story though, there is a Fairy Tail ship that I didn't get at first, but I came to like under certain circumstances, which only works with them. Jellal x Ultear from Fairy Tail, during their time at the Magic Council. And you know who made me ship it? One of the biggest Jellal x Erza shippers I know! Ironic, isn't it? And only during the council times, during the Crime Sorcière times they are a Brotp for both of us. What interested the Jerza shipper about Jeltear was "what if they have some kind of affair during their time at the Magic Council?". She found that they have that kind of vibe and I have to say, why not? Not only has she wrote interesting stories about them during that time, but it somehow also adds to Jellals guilt to start anything with Erza, because his only relationship he ever had was an affair during his "villain time", during which he and Ultear thought that they controlled the other. We know how it went truly, but still. It makes good stories if you like drama and if you want to try writing a problematic relationship. I understand that it's not everyone's cup of tea, but if anyone is interested about more details why my Jerza shipper friend and myself are liking Jeltear, feel free to ask^^

6 - What fandom made me enjoy a pairing I previously hated? Not hated at first, but in Black Clover it was Asta x Mimosa. I found her crush cute and how she took inspiration from Asta, but I was neutral towards the ship at first. But then the haters came, Mimosta haters and Mimosa haters, and just to understand why, I got interested in the ship and then I was... excuse me? There is nothing wrong with this ship (and with Mimosa in general), so the haters are one of the reasons why I started to like this ship. I prefer Astelle of course, but Mimosta is a cute ship too. And to be fair, never forget that there are many characters in Black Clover who would get angry at any kind of Mimosa bashing.

9 - Most disliked characters? Dante, Vanica, Zagred, Lucius for sure. Oh, I LOVE to hate them and I love them as villains, but I would never love them for their personalities and actions, that is for sure. Also, king Augustus, obviously. When I write him, I always have the feeling that if I want to punch him while writing, I got his character perfectly. Ledior and Lillian Vaude as well, heck why I made Langris cut ties with them too and give the brother's children not the Vaude names. As for other fandoms... There are many villains, that I love as villains but hate as the people they are. So any villain for the sake of being evil, probably. Like Shiro in Assassination Classroom or some villains in Fairy Tail, like Brain for example. I'm otherwise very open about characters and I love most in any fandom I am, but of course I have some characters I don't like.

20 - Purest ship in any fandom? I don't know what is meant with purest, so I go with the ships that are the most innocent for me, I guess. Astelle, Mimosta, Mars x Fana, FinFin and Luminero in Black Clover, Chendy and Loke x Aries in Fairy Tail, Deku x Uraraka, Kamijirou, Kirimina and my a lot of ships in Assassination Classroom, like Meg x Isogai or the Chiba x Hayami. I probably forgot some^^'

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Just wanted to tell you that your recent art of Machete looking after Vasco while he's sick reminded me of Nights at the Villa by Gogol. Only a small fragment of it survived, probably because it's straight up author's diary about falling in love for the first time with a man who is already dying. It's such a beautiful little piece and your art really reminded me of it's vibes. Anyway, I'm mentally ill about russian literature and I love your dogs <3

The longing and lamenting quite something, poor guy.

It's not very long so I'm just going to put the whole thing under the cut ->

They were sweet and tormenting, those sleepless nights. He sat, ill, in the armchair. I was with him. Sleep dared not touch my eyes. Silently and involuntarily, it seems, it respected the sanctity of my vigil. Its was so sweet to sit near him, to look at him. For two nights already we have been saying "thou" to each other. How much closer he has become to me since then! He sat there just as before, meek, quiet, and resigned. Good God! With what joy, with what happiness I would have taken his illness upon myself! And if my death could restore him to health, with what readiness I would have rushed toward it!

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I did not stay with him last night. I had finally decided to stay home and sleep. Oh, how base, how vile that night and my despicable sleep were! I slept poorly, even though I had been without sleep for almost a week. I was tormented by the thought of him. I kept imagining him, imploring and reproachful. I saw him with the eyes of my soul. I hastened to come early to him and felt like a criminal as I went. From his bed he saw me. He smiled with his usual angel's smile. He offered his hand. He pressed mine lovingly.

"Traitor." he said, "You betrayed me." "My angel," I said, "Forgive me. I myself suffered with your suffering. I was in torment all night. My rest brought me no repose. Forgive me!" My meek one! He pressed my hand. How fully rewarded I was for the suffering that the stupidly spent night had brought me!

"My head is weary," he said. I began to fan him with a laurel branch. "Ah, how fresh and good," he said. His words were then… what were they? What would I have not given, what earthly goods, those despicable, those vile, those disgusting goods… no, they are not worth mentioning. You into whose hands will fall -if they will fall- those incoherent, fleebe lines, pallid expressions of my emotions, you will understand me. Otherwise they will not fall into your hands. You will understand how repulsive the entire heap of treasures and honors is that attracts those wooden dolls which are called people. Oh, with what joy, with what anger I could have trampled underfoot and squashed everything that is bestowed by the mighty scepter of the Tsar of the North, if I only knew that this would buy a smile that indicated the slightest relief in his face.

"Why did you prepare such a bad month of May for me?" He said to me, awakening in his armchair and hearing the wind beyond the window-panes that wafted the aroma of the blossoming wild jasmine and white acacia, which mingled with the whirling rose petals.

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At ten o'clock I went down to see him. I had left him there hours before to get some rest, to prepare [something] to him, to afford him some variety, so my arrival would give him more pleasure. I went down to him at ten o'clock. He had been alone for more than one hour. His visitors had long since left. The dejection of boredom showed on his face. He saw me. Waved his hand slightly.

"My savior." He said to me. They still sound in my ears, those words. "My angel! Did you miss me?" "Oh, how I missed you." He replied. I kissed him on the shoulder. He offered his cheek. We kissed; he was still pressing my hand.

He did not like going to bed and hardly ever did. He preferred his armchair and the sitting position. That night the doctor ordered him to rest. He stood up reluctantly and, leaning on my shoulder, moved to his bed. My darling! He weary glance, his brightly colored jacket, his slow steps- I can see it all, it is all before my eyes. He whispered in my ear, leaning on my shoulder and glancing at the bed: "Now I'm a ruined man."

"We will remain in bed for only half an hour," I said to him, "and then we'll go back to your armchair".

I watched you, my precious, tender flower! All the time when you were sleeping or merely dozing in you bed or armchair, I followed your movements and your moments, bound to you by some incomprehensible force.

How strangely new my life was then and, at the same time, I discerned in it a repetition of something distant, something that once actually was. But it seems hard to give an idea of it: there returned to me a fresh, fleeting fragment of my youth, that time when a youthful soul seeks fraternal friendship with those of one's age, a decidedly juvenile friendship, full of sweet, almost infantile trifles and mutual show of tokens of tender attachment; the time when it is sweet to gaze into each other's eyes, when your entire being is ready to offer sacrifices, which are usually not even necessary. And all those feelings, sweet, youthful, fresh - alas! Inhabitants of a vanishing world - all these feelings returned to me. Good Lord! What for? I watched you, my precious, tender flower. Did this fresh breath of youth waft upon me only so that I might suddenly and irrevocably sink into even greater and more deadening coldness of feelings, so that I might become all at once older by a decade, so that I might see my vanishing life with even greater despair and hopelessness? Thus does a dying fire send its flames up into the air, so that it might illuminate with its flickering the somber walls and then disappear forever.

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