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[purecetra]

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME !!! ( artist & source ).

[profanecenser]

@ncmither ☄. *. ⋆ . CONTINUED

The chill of Ormond seeped into her heated skin; sickness and pain was instantly numbed, Adiris letting out a brief sigh at the relief. She stood proud, tall, with censer in hand while taking in her surroundings. After a few seconds, the priestess made long strides to a nearby fountain, curious if any of the survivors spawned near. Adiris' eyes caught the hint of a man crouched behind this fountain. . . however, something gleamed in her vision at the base of it.

A flashlight, as she had come to know it as.

There wasn't a word of confirmation or any other movement; the priestess simply nodded her head, lingered for just a moment. . . then began her journey to find another target.

[starrierknight]

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34/35: this one’s genderneutral, so what you find attractive in general I guess? But u can get specific if u want 🫶🏼

38

14: Biggest turn offs

people who make everythingggg a competition. anyone who casually spits on the ground when they walk??? ew???? anyone who claims that their cum tastes like smth other than cum LMAO.

34/35: What I find attractive in women/men

mwah ur so considerate abt this ilysm

women: welllll, i'm super super lesbian so like. i can look at a woman and almost always find smth attractive abt her haha. that being said.... STRONG WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THROW ME OVER UR SHOULDER I BEG. CRUSH MY SKULL. also just women being protective/possessive over me???? fuck yeah. so so so <3333

fictional men: like i said, i'm a big lesbian so my attraction to men is limited to fictional ones LOLOL. that being said...... strong and cocky ones do it for me. they're so?????? ugh. then again strong and subdued ones???? fuck.

common denominator is that i like em stronger than me hehe :3

38: My childhood career choice

well, once i realised that being a fairy-princess wasn't a viable option, i decided that i wanted to be the next Lady Gaga..... clearly much more reasonable pfffffffft. i used to spend hours watching all her music videos. tbh, my parents should've realised i was gay bc i mean. what 5 year old is obsessed with Gaga more than a gay one???? i still luv her early music to this day

send me a nosy ask!

[voidpetrova]

wyocmwyh? — nate jacobs x reader

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content warnings and genre: reader is a bigger jackass than nate, swearing, unprotected sex, sex under the influence, marijuana consumption — smut/angst

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synopsis: he's been full of issues for as long as he could remember, and you were aware of his reputation. the last thing anybody has expected when you started hooking up—was for him to get a taste of his own medicine

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he didn't know what to expect, talking to his friends about you. mckay and the others weren't sure how to feel about you, not that they knew much. just that you were a knockout, and that you and nate had been seeing each other for a while now. they supported their friend, listening to his rants and ongoing rambling about how you were the first woman to change him, he had started to turn over a new leaf. to be fair, they weren't aware that you had other intentions.

nate jacobs, the enigmatic figure who had once reveled in the shadows of manipulation and deceit, found himself drawn into the web of your allure. it was a mystery even to himself, how your presence had shaken the very foundations of his carefully constructed world. in the past, he had been the puppet master, the maestro of control, orchestrating lives to dance to his wicked tune. but now, he was dancing to a melody entirely of your making, and he didn't know how to stop.

as he sat with his friends in a dimly lit corner of their favorite hangout spot, the neon lights casting an ethereal glow on their faces, nate couldn't help but talk about you. his voice, once laced with arrogance, had softened into a tone of wonder and vulnerability.

“guys, you won't believe it,” he began, his words infused with an unusual sincerity that caught the attention of his friends. “(y/n), she's really something else.” mckay, his closest confidant, exchanged a knowing glance with roy, silently acknowledging that nate was treading on unfamiliar terrain. they had witnessed his conquests, his manipulation, and his cunning schemes, but never had they seen him like this—bewildered, captivated, and undeniably smitten. “she's different, man,” he continued, his gaze distant as if lost in a reverie of your image. “i don't know what it is, but every moment i spend with her, it's like i'm discovering a whole new side of myself.”

troy, the street-savvy yet compassionate friend, leaned forward, curiosity etching his features. “nate, you sound like you're in deep. what's so special about her?” his lips curved into a faint smile, a testament to the genuine feelings you had stirred within him. “everything, man. she's smart, funny, and beautiful, sure, but it's more than that. when i'm with her, it's like i'm not the same person. i want to be better, for her.”

cassie, who had once been entangled in nate's web of deception, watched him intently, her heart a peculiar mix of relief and apprehension. she had seen the damage he could cause, yet she couldn't help but hope that you truly had the power to change him for the better.

as the night wore on, nate's friends listened to his impassioned monologue about you, how he felt like he was falling in love. they offered their support, unaware of the hidden motives that lurked beneath the surface of your relationship. in their minds, this was a story of redemption, a narrative of a man transformed by love. little did they know that you were the puppet master now, pulling the strings in a clandestine game of your own design. nate was merely a pawn in your intricate plan, a taste of his own medicine, while he unknowingly surrendered his heart to you, falling deeper into the snare you had skillfully woven.

amidst the haze of dimly lit conversations, the sultry aroma of late-night revelry, and the comforting embrace of his friends' camaraderie, nate's phone buzzed on the table. he fished it out of his pocket, his gaze lingering on the screen as your name illuminated the darkness. without a second thought, he answered, the anticipation palpable in his voice. “hey, (y/n). what's up?” on the other end of the line, your voice held a carefree, almost nonchalant quality that was starkly different from the emotional depth he had been discussing earlier. “hey, natey,” you purred, your words languid, as if drifting through a cloud of smoke. “i was thinking it's been a while since we hung out. wanna come over? got something that might make the night more interesting.”

nate's curiosity was piqued, and he glanced at his friends, their expressions a mix of amusement and intrigue. he shrugged, trying to act cool, as if your request was nothing out of the ordinary. “sure, why not? i'll be there in a bit.” as he hung up the call, he couldn't help but notice how his newfound sense of vulnerability clashed with your seemingly carefree demeanor. it was as though you were operating on a different wavelength, a wavelength that had suddenly shifted the dynamic between you two.

minutes later, nate arrived at your doorstep, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. he was met by the hazy glow of dimly lit candles, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows across the room. the scent of something herbal hung in the air, mingling with the faint notes of incense. you were sprawled on the couch, smoke tendrils swirling around you as you took a languid drag from a joint, your eyes half-lidded and distant. when you saw nate, your lips curled into a slow, seductive smile.

“hey, babe,” you drawled, your voice low and sultry. “come join me.” he had hesitated for a moment, his analytical mind trying to make sense of the stark contrast between your current persona and the person he had been gushing about to his friends just moments ago. but the pull of your presence was undeniable, and he sank into the couch beside you.

as he took the joint from your outstretched hand and inhaled deeply, the world seemed to melt away, and he felt himself slipping into a state of euphoria. the weed wrapped its gentle tendrils around his consciousness, leaving him feeling strangely warm and at ease. you leaned closer, your fingers tracing an absent-minded pattern on his thigh, and he couldn't help but notice how the haze in your eyes had transformed into something altogether different. it was a vulnerability he hadn't seen in you before, a tenderness that seemed to mirror the emotions he had been expressing earlier.

in that moment, as the room swirled around them and the intoxicating effects of the joint continued to envelop them, nate found himself drawn to you in a way he couldn't explain. he had come seeking a taste of your enigmatic allure, but now he was discovering a depth to you that transcended the surface. unbeknownst to him, the lines between manipulation and genuine emotion were becoming increasingly blurred, and the intricate game you had set in motion was taking an unexpected turn.

nate's bruising grip on your hip tightened as your knees buckled, making you stay upright and exactly where he had placed you, making sure that you could feel the way he split your pussy open. the wet squelching of your cunt urged on the filthy words coming for his lips and the moans that left his mouth, filling your ears as he held onto your ass, groping it with an ulterior motive of possessiveness. you were enjoying it, with much difference from the normal way that you two would have sex. with much softer touches that wouldn't leave green and purple marks for the days after or guilty looks from you for even doing this to him, using him—never letting him know it.

a shocked moan came from you as nate moved his hand from your neck to your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles with his other hand, barely nudging from the squirming that you were doing. only loud, growled out words came from him, loud enough for you to hear him and for more and more shockwaves to build in your stomach, adding to your release.

the nirvana of the mindless self-indulgence clashing with the exruciatingly hard orgasms produced something mesmerizing. nate came, filling you up with his hot, sticky seed and, in that moment, his grip loosened. his tight, possessive touch had been replaced with a sweet tenderness that even you had noticed. he came with a moan, as did you, your juices dripping down his shaft as the balloon in your stomach finally popped. the euphoria didn't last forever, it never did. it had come to his knowledge that whatever it was he was feeling for you, relished in a sense of unrequited feelings. he didn't know it at first, but he figured it out rather quickly, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.

“i love you, (y/n),” he was met with silence, something he wasn't used to. he was used to girls throwing themselves at his feet, knowing how little he cared for them. this time, it was different. for the first time in forever, he wished he could take it back, the silence deafening. the only thing he could hear was the way his heart shattered from within.

[bettertwin1]

↳ ❝ ...But the truth is I need them . ❞

☄. *. ⋆ Welcome to my bbg blog ! ☆

The name is Hamato Leonardo (He/She/They/Starself), and I am everyone's FAVORITE TURTLE (if i'm not yes I am), Battle Nexus champion, and most important of all, the funniest most handsomest turtle on the team !

I'm an alter in a system (Aged 14-18). Most of what I post here is based on source memories, but sometimes fictional stuff / improv is involved ♡

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Making strange implications about me and Donnie's interactions (this goes for the others too but I noticed a trend when it comes to Donnie)

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[limi-strology]

My astro observations:

I'm by no means an expert, this is based on my experience!

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☄. *. ⋆*·˚ Leo suns are pretty warm people. I mean it as in they make you feel welcome in a new place and try to help you socialize with their friends. Even though they are really popular and usually in the center, they'll talk to you, pay attention to how you're feeling and encourage you to talk more in the group! It may put you on the spot, but that's how they show they care. I find it really sweet, they just want to help you get out there and approach people. They're great friends, especially if you were around toxic people previously, these fellas will kinda heal you in a way ❤️‍🩹

☄. *. ⋆ Leo risings also have a confident vibe surrounding them. Even those who are more on the introverted side give off the impression that they are quite dynamic? Idk how to explain this, they just kind of stand out. I think it's more obvious when they're with their closest friends, they're usually the ones cracking jokes, being loud, taking up a more leader-like(?) role. Part time entertainers, part time hype people. You go guys, let's keep up the fun vibes in our friend groups ☀️

☄. *. ⋆ Libras are so charming for no reason?? Like, both personality and appearance wise, I'm amazed. I love how they always listen to both sides of the story and try to find solutions that are fair to everyone. They're generally sweet and angelic, they tend to forgive a lot (don't you think they'll forget it tho, they'll probably be more cautious around you afterwards) up until you hurt them deeply. After that, they get sarcastic and cold, you do not want to get on their bad side. Regarding their physical appearance, I've noticed a lot of them have full lips and freckles (or multiple beauty marks on their face). I'm getting a cute energy just by looking at them, I don't know why, I just found every Libra I've met so far adorable in a way. Sure, they're mostly described as handsome and beautiful (and they are, not gonna lie) but I'm just seeing an innocent? youthful and carefree image of them. Also they're kinda curvy? Even the more lean ones are a little thick in the booty or thighs. 🤭

☄. *. ⋆ I've noticed Scorpios suddenly becoming really soft and smiley around kids and pets. They'll start cooing and waving at the kids, might even talk or play with them (if they know them well). Similarly, they'll get excited at the sight of a puppy or a kitten and will probably pet them and give them snacks. And what amazes new even more is that kids and pets seem to like them back! I don't know what it is about Scorpios and their energy, but I've seen so many babies/toddlers staring and smiling at my Scorpio peers in fascination, and whenever we encounter stray animals they seem to gravitate towards them. It's really cute to see that, warms my heart a lot. Like, intimidating who? I'm only seeing cute happy people ☺️

☄. *. ⋆ Capricorn moons have a hard time opening up about things that bother them. Even if they feel the most comfortable with you, they'll most likely hide some things. They'll talk about it eventually, but they'll probably reveal small parts of it each time, kinda like building a puzzle but taking many breaks in between. Maybe they feel like they can be judged and/or mocked and want to see how others react first? I hope you guys are surrounded by sweet and accepting people that you can trust and share things that trouble you with them 🤍

☄. *. ⋆ I used to think Aries placements make you more hot-headed/aggressive, but the more people I've met, I've realised they're more on the ambitious side. Strong willed, they know exactly what they want. Sometimes their parents may pressure them into studying something they think is best for them during college, and the Aries person will probably do that, but then they'll do the thing that truly interests them. I noticed Aries suns are quite fit and enjoy any kind of exercise/sports, it just makes them feel good, while Aries risings are mostly attracted to athletic people, or are fascinated by people who go to the gym. They also have a fiery, self empowering aura going on and I love that for them 🔥

☄. *. ⋆ Scorpio venuses, wowww... Okay, first of all, your loyalty is so admirable. And the fact that you always try to find solutions and maintain peace in your relationships, especially the men with this placement, I'm impressed every time 👏 I'm getting Morticia Adams vibes, and by that I mean that I'm seeing elegance with dark themes. Also, in formal/party settings, guys look great in all black outfits and girls rock red lipstick. I know it sounds a bit generic, but it makes you stand out from the rest, even if everyone is dressed practically the same. It's like you're just in your element 🤌

☄. *. ⋆ My fellow sun square moon people, how are we feeling? Do you also have that mind vs heart battle on a weekly basis? Like being two different people at once, with one being more assertive and independent (Sun) and the other more sensitive and insecure (Moon). Your upbringing could be genuinely good, with no one really hurting you deeply, yet you still struggle with your emotions and might have low self confidence. Probably people pleasers, even if your mind is telling you to do your own thing instead, you will probably have a hard time saying no. And don't get me started on this whole conflict of what you want exactly. You finally start living on your own like you've always wanted and make time for yourself? Yeah, but why is no one here to pat you on the back and give you reassurance yet? Where's the support? Hate independence. You eventually surround yourself on the daily with people who actually care about you and show you the affection you deserve? Well, now it feels too stuffy in here, let's self isolate from all the people we love until we feel horrible again because of loneliness. Don't know how else to describe it than just 🙃.

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Thanks for reading! It's my first time making an observation post so I'm sorry if it's not that accurate, I'm basing this on people who are close to me and whose chart I've checked a few times.

Hope you have a nice day~

[knorrentitiez]

Thought i’d post some art here for a bit lmao

This is Scripter and CD (Colorful Death Wally) !!

CD! Wally belongs to @_combustiblelemons39_ on tiktok!! They’re really cool, go check them out!

Original image:

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Below are just doodles:

More CD and Scripter, but they work at DQ and Chic-Fil-A

Also, surprise appearance by I.E Wally, who works at Burger King 💀

I.E (Internet Explorer) Wally belongs to @deep_sea_angel, who is also on tiktok!

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[megistusdiary]

okok but hear me out,,, phone sex w hsr characters of ur choice,,,, IIIII JUST think its crazy that theres canonically phones in hsr and no ones doing anything w that LMAO

this ask is actually so ancient but i was sifting through them and thought...why not?

and so, i present to you, phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko 😇

i really hope i am not making them ooc, but i did my very best, so please let me know ♡

phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko ☄. *

(separate) dom!kafka, jing yuan, and himeko x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), phone sex, wlw content (kafka, himeko), male masturbation (jing yuan), fem masturbation (himeko, reader)

*ੈ✩‧ kafka

you knew it was a bad idea to answer your phone when she texted. you knew it was a bad idea to sneak off to your room to answer her. you promised yourself you wouldn't; she was a stellaron hunter. the woman your friends were trying to run away from.

yet you find yourself chasing her like a little puppy, leash in your mouth just to hand it over willingly to her.

she's watching you through your phone screen, with all the shaky movements of your hand as you clumsily hold the phone for her to see. her hand is held so her fingers gracefully touch her lips as she admires the way your own fingers press deeper inside of you.

she's even insisted you keep the audio on. "i don't want to miss all those pretty sounds you make, especially from that cute little cunt." she had told you.

"play with your clit a little too, sweetheart." she coos at you through the phone. obediently, your thumb swipes messily at your clit and you whine at her. "aww, such a cutie." she giggles.

you almost drop the phone a few times, ears burning in embarrassment when she giggles at just how adorable you are. you couldn't even hold your phone right for her, let alone make yourself feel half as good as she could. why, if she was there, you'd already be shaking by now. what a pity.

jing yuan ˚ૢ⋆˚

jing yuan grunts softly, hand wrapped around himself as his phone rests on the desk in his office. your moans ring clearly through the speaker, echoing off the walls. you're blissfully unaware of just how vocal you're being. of course, even if everyone could hear it, nobody would dare speak against the general!

"feeling good, angel?" he asks. his voice has gone lower than normal, throaty as he fucks his hand with every sweet noise you make.

"mmm, yes-" your voice is breathy, and he groans at the slick noises of your pretty pussy. he can imagine it, he can imagine you.

his hand tightens subconsciously when you cry out for him. "does it feel good?" you ask him, and your voice sounds downright angelic to him. his hips stutter and he nods before realizing you can't see him.

"yes," he confirms, sounding breathless, "but it's only a fraction of how you feel wrapped around me." he grunts, and the image of him in your mind is surreal. "aeons-" he pants as he listens to every little noise you make while your fingers push faster and faster.

"that's it, sweetheart-"

himeko ˚ ༘♡

himeko can't suppress her soft sighs as her fingers press against her clit softly, teasingly. "sweet girl, are you just as worked up as i am?" she hums into the phone.

she's rewarded with a needy mewl as you rub over your own clit through your panties. "yes! please- please, let me- need to-" you mumble incoherently and she smiles, biting the inside of her cheek.

"go ahead, take them off." she nods, listening to the rustle of clothing as you finally strip your panties off. "are you wearing anything else now hm?" before she gives you the chance to process and reply she laughs quietly. "on second thought, just take everything else off. i want you completely bare for me, okay, sweet girl?"

"okay." is all you can muster as you remove everything else. the soft blankets of your bed on the express rub deliciously against your nude form. you both wish she was here, playing with you herself. you regret not going with her on this mission... "i miss you." you whimper, rubbing gentle circles into your clit.

her heart melts at your gentle tone. "i know. i miss you too. so much." she breathes out, slipping her panties to the side to slide her fingers in instead. you can hear her sighs, the slick pumping in and out. "i'll be home soon, i can't wait to see you." her voice is full of genuine promise.

she smiles at the thought of you...waiting for her. of course, she has the obligatory thoughts of wanting to fuck you, to render you a babbling, leaking mess for her. on the other hand, she can't wait to spoil you with her time and affection. keeping you on her lap, massaging your back, smoothing her thumb over the apples of your cheeks.

for now, she settles for the slick sounds of your fingers on your pussy and your sweet little mumbles of her name.

[cattamouche]

> my own interpretation of modern scara. ☄. *. ⋆

a/n: hello! I'm brand new here. writing on here has been something I've been wanting to do for a really long time so I finally created an account and put some thoughts together for my first post. it's not anything big, but it's something to get me started on here. hope u enjoy :')

✧ I know everyone likes him with an emo/goth style, but I think the elegant/pretty type of clothes he wears in game would translate over to real life quite well. Obviously he wouldn't wear the same exact clothes, but he would stick with a more elegant style rather than an emo one.

✧ He would definitely be the type of guy that has an extremely small amount of friends. I imagine him being very picky with the people he hangs out with, and despite him presenting himself as nicely as possible, his dismissive and uninterested attitude and personality would push most people away. It would be a miracle if anyone was willing to befriend him after that horrid first impression, but as long as he still has those close friends, he doesn't care about making new ones. He has a quality over quantity type of mindset for pretty much all things.

✧ Would take a while to get him to open up to you, but once you do break down those walls he's very sweet and caring. Loves his friends but is not good at showing it at all, gets embarrassed at the thought of outwardly showing his affection or appreciation for someone without the addition of a stupid remark. It's just not something he's used to, so serious affection would only be reserved for a potential partner- if he ever even managed to get to that point with someone anyway. It's hard for him, cut him some slack.

✧ As a student, I think he would take uni/college very seriously. He acts dismissive and uninterested in academics but he does put in a lot of work. You'll be miserable working with him in group projects because he'd be overly critical of your work and tell you to change things constantly, he's a perfectionist so putting up with him would be exhausting. He can be insufferable but by god will you get an A on your project. There's no way he's handing in a pile of shit with his name on it.

✧ In terms of hobbies and talents, I honestly think anything would suit him. I can imagine Ei being the type of parent to sign him up for any instrument lesson from an early age, piano, violin, chello, you name it, he has experience with a lot. Likes to play video games in his free time as well. I can't see him as the type of guy that's glued to his screen 24/7 but he's definitely spent a decent amount of his time on games. And his perfectionism doesn't just end at his studies, it applies to his hobbies too. He's the type of person that puts in a lot of effort to get all the achievements for his favorite games. Had various different consoles growing up. Has a preference for handhelds because he can take them anywhere and play a little something whenever he's bored.

✧ He's organized to a T. Of course, he does have those occasional days where his mental health is exceptionally bad, so that's the only time you'll see him a mess, and he gets extremely embarrassed about it. He cares a lot about his image, so anyone seeing him at his lowest would have to take the state they saw him in to the grave.

✧ He's a cat person. No one's surprised. He wouldn't have his own pets past those 2 goldfish he won at a fair when he was young, but when he sees strays on the street he will go out of his way to go to the nearest store and buy them some canned food. If he sees them often enough on his route, he will start carrying around little treats for them knowing he'll see them out and about. What do you mean going that specific direction is only slowing him down. No he's not going out of his way to see his little friends, it's a shortcut. You don't know what you're talking about.

Overall, in my eyes, he would just be a guy with a bit of spice. Someone that just has trouble making friends and keeping his attitude in check.

[talonabraxas]

Toltec Warrior Ventral is Golden 〰️ Toltec (Atlantean) Warrior reaching Samadhi through extra sensory perception (aka words are tiny psychedelic swirls that transport you to other worlds) 🐍 Inspired by the seven-headed serpent figure (image 2) belonging to the Toltec culture of Mexico and the statues at Tula. 🐍 Originally the seven-headed serpent can be traced to Buddhist and Hindu traditions as Mucalinda and Adi Shesha; respectively, the protector of Gautama Buddha during mediation against seven days of flooding and the coiled energy in the ocean of bliss upon which Vishnu floats. ☄ The seven heads have also been linked to the star system Pleiades (the 7 Sisters, who's father was Atlas in Greek mythology and according to Plato was the name of the first king of Atlantis) ⛏ A petroglyph of the 7 headed figure was reportedly found in Siberia and dates to 5000BC. It contains both the sun glyph used in Indus Valley and Mesoamerican cultures. Siberia is considered a region of common ancestral origin of both cultures from migrations that took place 36,000 years ago. 📖 Some researchers suggest the name Toltec is a Mayan philosophical word meaning 'artisan' or 'wise person' and that the snake is a symbol of interplanetary alignment and of cultures who possess a written language. 🔺️ The temple of Kukulcan (Quetzalcoatl) in Chichen Itza is aligned with the Pleiades and the Sun (Tzab - rattle snake and Ahau -Sun, in mayan glyph form) in an event called 'The Days of No Shadows'.

[purecetra]

tag dump I.

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[delespresso]

ALWAYS ━━ Antonio Dawson x fem!reader

author's note; first songfic so i consider this an experiment lol. i'm also not so sure of a timeline especially for eva and diego's ages so let's just go with it

prompts; always — gavin james (song)

summary; antonio left without a word for years, leaving her clueless and heartbroken. but sometimes, all you need is a little time to heal without ever forgetting one another

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“What am I supposed to do without you?

Is it too late to pick the pieces up?

Too soon to let them go?”

He was gone.

Antonio had left without a word. She knew he was struggling. With his messed up shoulder and the rabbit hole of oxycodone, she knew he was at his breaking point.

But she never realised they were at their breaking point too. It was like it had been so easy for him to just leave that way. Leave Chicago and never look back. He didn't even have the decency to say goodbye to her.

It was Voight who told her. Who looked her in the eyes to tell her her partner had sent in his papers and left. Who offered her a day off because everyone knew how close they were.

They weren't dating. But they were something. And they were so close to everything but he just disappeared.

She couldn't help but ponder; what if she'd taken that leap of faith and just held him close? Let him into her heart and soul and give him everything that she was. Maybe he would have stayed. Maybe he would've let her help him.

Or maybe it was never an option. Maybe she never stood a chance. She'll never know.

“And this feels like drowning

Trouble sleeping

Restless dreaming”

Antonio had been in Puerto Rico for months now. The different environment did him good. The new faces and new job with Gabby's crisis response team.

He was doing well. Or at least, he was trying.

But everytime he laid in his bed at night, he dreamt of her. Of what they could've been.

It would always end up with him sitting up in cold sweat, his hand gripping onto the chain around his neck — the dog tags hanging from it. He'd never forget the day he got it. A stupid little joke but now it was so much more than that.

She couldn't stop giggling. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, holding the little box in his hands.

“Alright, what the hell is so funny?” Antonio questioned as he shook the box.

“Open it! You'll see,” she laughed.

He couldn't help but smile. This woman had only been in intelligence for a year by his side, and yet she'd managed to put so many marks in his life. She was like a walking sun. Always so positive and bubbly.

How could he not keep her?

He opened the box, wondering what sort of Christmas present she'd gotten for him. She had matching sweaters with the girls, cute mugs for the guys. But for him it seemed different.

A chain. Two tags dangling at the end of it. One with his name and badge number engraved, the other with hers — along with a small note at the bottom that said ‘the best partner ever’.

Thinking back to it now, he knew she was right. Because she was the best partner in every sense of the word. He'd gone through many different partners in his career, but none ever reached out to him the way she did.

And it still haunted him that he had the heart to just leave her without so much of an explanation.

“You're in my head

Always, always

I just got scared

Away, away”

It was a bad case. A terrible one that will forever plague them both.

A child trafficking ring that was spread out wide all over the country. And even if they did manage to bring it down at the end — it was brutal. The image of the children that didn't make it, or the ones that did but will forever be traumatized, it hurt them deeply.

It was the first time she'd come to his apartment. The first time he held her in his arms. The first time she cried to him.

They shared a bottle of wine that night. The tv playing some soap opera neither of them bothered to pay attention to. Instead they were quiet. They sat together on his couch, a comfortable silence wrapping them both up.

They'd been partners for nearly two years then. And when he turned to look at her, the lights from the tv casting a soft glow over her features — her hair down, eyes a little bloodshot and yet the most relaxed he'd ever seen of her — he knew he was in trouble.

He knew he was in love where he shouldn't be.

“I'd rather choke on my bad decisions

Than just carry them to my grave

You're in my head

Always, always, always”

Three years of being his partner, meant three years of knowing the good and bad of each other.

She'd accepted it. She knew he had his pressure points. She knew he could get temperamental. She knew he preferred to colour within the lines — even if it was practically impossible when you're working under Hank Voight.

She also knew how he liked his coffee. She knew how he preferred phone calls over voice notes. She knew he'd rather have a night in with some microwaved pizza than to be out in town at some fancy restaurant.

She knew him like the back of her hand. And she knew he was going to jump in to save that kid from the line of fire, using his own body as a shield. Which was why she knew she had to take the kill shot to save her partner and the victim.

It didn't matter that they were in public. That civilians were around. She saw the suspect raise his gun after letting the kid go. She saw Antonio rush to grab the kid, his gun still in his holster. And she saw the way Antonio was directly in the line of fire.

One loud shot rang through the air, and the suspect was down with a bullet to the brain.

She'd never forget that. She was never the kind to easily pull the trigger on the job. In fact, out of all of them, she was the one least likely to even use her gun. But she didn't regret anything. She didn't even blink when she pulled the trigger and killed that man.

Because the alternative was so much worse. And she knew right then, she'd do anything for her partner.

Even now, years later, it was still something that haunted her. Not the fact she killed someone on the job. But the fact that she killed for him.

He'd been gone for two years now. Somewhere in the Bahamas, apparently. Gabby had come down to Chicago to visit — and the two women caught up for a quick chat.

“He's doing well,” Gabby had told her. “He joined a crisis response team in the Bahamas. But I know he misses Chicago.”

He misses you, was what Gabby wanted to say, but she refrained. Especially when she noticed the charm bracelet on the other woman's wrist.

The one Antonio had gifted her all those years ago. The one with an anchor charm on it because at the end of the day, they always kept each other grounded.

Gabby knew then that both her brother and her friend were nowhere near forgetting one another.

“I remember we were strangers

So tell me what's the difference

Between then and now”

Six years of being away finally brought him back to Chicago. It didn't seem like a lot had changed but he knew it had.

He remembered what it was like to live here. As he sat in the back of the cab, watching the city pass by, he remembered the times he used to drive them around the city when they were working.

“You're being overdramatic,” she chastised.

“I’m being realistic. You should never hold a steering wheel again!” Antonio exclaimed.

They'd have this quarrel at least once a month. But Antonio never budged. He'd never let her drive.

“It was one time, and it was warranted! We were chasing a suspect, how was I meant to follow rules?” she argued again as he laughed at her words.

“You used the car as a weapon against the suspect by ramming him and his car into a brick wall. You're lucky no one took action on you.”

“It was a good bust!”

Antonio found himself smiling softly as he recalled the memory. His hand absentmindedly went over his heart, before finding his chain and fiddling with it.

He wondered if she was well. She probably was. But did she find someone? Maybe she'd settled down. She always wanted a nice little house with a little family.

God, was she a mother now? With who? There were so many questions that he hadn't even noticed the cab had stopped at his destination. He left a tip, getting out and entering the coffee shop.

The one he always went to to get her complicated coffee order that no other coffee shop managed to get right except this one — even if it was a whole different way to work. He'd stop and get it for her everytime.

He got in line, focused on his phone as well as glancing up at the menu from time to time. Nothing about this little place had changed and that made him glad. It was still familiar.

It was when he reached the counter, about to say his order when he heard it. Her name. Called out by the barista who'd prepared her order.

He looked over, and he'd recognise her anywhere. Her hair was short now, stopping over her shoulders. Her smile was still the same, just as soft as before as she took the coffee from the barista.

She looked good. She always did but the years seemed to do her well.

She didn't notice him. Not yet. It was when she was heading for the sugar packs by the main counter that she glanced over. Then she did a double take.

Their eyes locked and it felt like a movie. Like a music video of some sort as she felt a rush. It was like a sudden jolt was sent through her every nerve and her whole body tingled.

He looked older. His jaw was covered with stubble and his hair had grown out a little. It wasn't immaculately styled as it usually was. But the leather jacket was still him. He never ditched that.

His eyes were still the same dark ones. The ones that always reminded her of the night sky.

It felt like she was staring at a stranger. But this stranger knew everything about her, didn't he?

“I know there's nothing left to cling to

But I'm still calling out your name

You're in my head

Always, always, always”

He should really leave her alone.

Yes. That was the best thing to do. The smart thing to do.

She walked out the door so quickly it was like she was running away from him. A few seconds passed before he went right after her.

He'd called out her name. Jogging up the sidewalk to reach her despite his better judgement.

She exhaled slowly, pausing as she glanced at him.

Six years of no contact and suddenly he was back in Chicago. Suddenly he was right here in front of her and she wasn't sure if she wanted to shoot him or hug him.

They stood on the sidewalk, finally facing each other. He'd practiced what he wanted to say. But every vocabulary he'd ever known seemed to escape him as he looked into her eyes.

He couldn't say a word. He didn't dare. And if she wanted to slap him he wouldn't have faulted her.

“Was it worth it?”

It was her who broke the silence. The six years they'd gone without saying a word to one another or even knowing about each other — broken by a simple question.

He blinked. He looked down, his hands slipping into his pockets. He was anxious. He wasn't sure what to do with himself.

“Yes,” he answered. “And no.”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“I got clean. It was good. But… it wasn't what I wanted,” he said softly.

She looked up at him, her eyes almost blank. But there was still that familiar softness in them that made him realise she didn't hate him.

Or at least, to a certain degree.

“Why are you in Chicago?” she then asked, glancing away briefly before looking at him again.

She felt like someone was picking the skin of a fresh wound that was starting to heal. Seeing him seemed to do that.

“Eva's graduating. I'm here for her,” he answered after a beat.

She nodded. He was here for his kid's graduation, of course. Not for her.

“Tell her I said congrats,” she then said with another nod.

For a moment they just stood there and stared at each other, drinking one another in like they'd been deprived of water for days and finally got a sip. It was frustrating because he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her. Hug her like he used to be able to without even thinking.

Now it was like they were strangers that just started to know each other. Like they were nothing before this when they were so close to being everything.

He took a step forward. She stayed put.

Then his arms curled around her and pulled her in. He breathed her in, his eyes closing as the familiar sweet floral scent invaded his senses.

She froze. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck. Her eyes were closed as she inhaled deeply. His warmth was familiar. His cologne was familiar. Everything about him felt like coming home after a long day at work.

“It's been too long,” he mumbled against her hair.

Her arms slowly circled his middle, finally holding onto him.

They both knew it couldn't go back to normal so easily. But they were willing to allow this moment of a reunion. This brief moment of peace as they held onto each other after years.

The long years of torment where they were constantly living in each other's minds and dreams. But he needed to get better. And to get better, he had to leave.

He's back now, better than he was when he left. And for now, that was enough. That was the silver lining of all the pain and torture.

“I'll make up for it. I promise,” he vowed.

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[starrierknight]

dude that guy literally was a loser i physically cringed when i saw his account.. like... i have themed account but he literally had 'father i will avenge you' in his bio

he literally acts like hes apparently the son of michael myers no ty 💚

ivee beeeen good!!! wbu reece? hows life been treating you? (🐉 anon here :3)

dhsjakfgak; ew that's so fucking lame wtf HAHAHAHA who the hell does that???? LMAOOO

i have been rlly rlly good today!!! after deciding to not stress myself by working to kinktober deadlines i'm like. wayyyyyy better which is good!!! gojo is on da brain (he usually is tbh but tn it is sickening) <333

also omg!!! pixie ur off anon??? omg!!!! hi hi hi!!!! I will start tagging your asks with [ ☄ ] — dearest pixie now :3

[resetthestars-oncemore]

Camp Half-Blood Cabin Aesthetics

Part III

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Having Ares as your godly parent can feel like…

But it can also feel like this >:D

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*ೃ༄ Images are NOT mine. All photos are found on Pinterest with the following searches of “Ares aesthetic,” “ares Greek aesthetic,” “honor aesthetic,” “punk aesthetic,” and “red vintage aesthetic.”

[voidpetrova]

snake in the garden — stefan salvatore x reader

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content warnings and genre: unrequited love — hurt/no comfort, angst

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synopsis: what's a garden without a snake?

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the moon hung low in the velvety night sky, casting a gentle silver glow through the parted curtains of the bedroom. the room was bathed in a serene luminescence, highlighting the contours of two figures nestled beneath the covers. stefan salvatore lay in peaceful repose, his raven hair fanned out on the pillow as he cradled you in his arms. the rise and fall of his chest matched the rhythm of his soft, steady breaths.

the air was laced with tranquility, the warmth of shared moments and whispered promises woven into the very fabric of the space. your fingers traced invisible patterns against stefan's chest, the sensation of his skin under your touch a reassurance that this was real. his fingers, long and graceful, were entwined with yours, his thumb rhythmically brushing over the back of your hand.

as stefan's eyelids drooped, heavy with the weight of slumber, he tightened his hold on you, his lips brushing against your forehead in a final, affectionate gesture before he surrendered to the embrace of dreams. his voice, a mere murmur, filled the room with declarations of love, like soft petals falling from a blossoming flower.

"i love you," he whispered, the words a gentle lullaby that wrapped around your heart. "every moment with you is a treasure i cherish."

the metaphor of your relationship as a garden had always been something you held dear. it was a haven you both tended to, a tapestry of emotions interwoven with care and devotion. the thought of each milestone, each memory, as a vibrant bloom brought a smile to your lips even as sleep began to claim you.

but dreams had a way of shifting. they led you down the meandering paths of your subconscious, guiding you to places you hadn't ventured before. and in the quietude of the night, as the moon continued its stately journey across the heavens, a niggling curiosity stirred within you.

the next morning, as sunlight spilled into the room, you stirred awake, your fingers instinctively reaching for stefan's warmth. but the place beside you was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. confusion prickled at the edges of your consciousness. stefan was usually there when you woke, his arms a sanctuary you could always count on.

a quiet unease settled in as you scanned the room, the remnants of your dream still clinging to your thoughts. you spotted the leather-bound book you had been reading before sleep claimed you. it lay on the bedside table, its pages slightly ajar, a bookmark peeking out.

as you reached for the book, your heart skipped a beat. nestled between the pages was a photograph. it was faded with time, but there was no mistaking the woman in the picture—katherine pierce. your stomach churned with a mixture of emotions: surprise, hurt, and a twinge of jealousy.

the garden you had nurtured seemed to shift, the petals of doubt starting to unfurl amidst the blossoms of love. the presence of katherine's photograph was a stark reminder of stefan's past, a past that intertwined with yours but remained separate all the same.

gripping the photograph between your fingers, you slipped out of bed and padded barefoot across the room. the image of katherine's enigmatic smile stared back at you, her eyes seeming to hold secrets you could only guess at. any man in his right mind would give up everything for a girl like her. those who weren't able to, relied on photographs.

with a determined breath, you left the room, feeling the cool wooden floor against your feet as you descended the staircase. the photograph was now your guide, a beacon that drew you outside, into the embrace of the morning sun. the garden, once a symbol of your unblemished love, seemed to have taken on a different hue. the flowers, vibrant and beautiful, now harbored thorns you hadn't noticed before.

in your hands, the photograph felt both weighty and fragile, a tangible connection to a history you hadn't been a part of. qs you walked, the grass whispered beneath your feet, a soothing symphony that mingled with the sound of your thoughts. your steps carried you deeper into the garden, winding through the blooms that had once seemed so perfect.

finally, you found yourself beneath the shade of an old oak tree. the photograph of katherine seemed to burn in your grip, a testament to a love that had existed long before yours. you traced the lines of her face, her eyes, her lips, wondering what she had meant to stefan, what memories they had shared.

your relationship, once depicted as a garden bursting with every color and variety of flower, now felt like a puzzle missing crucial pieces. the metaphor seemed incomplete, tainted by the photograph and the questions it raised. a garden was indeed beautiful, but even the most enchanting gardens had their share of hidden shadows and lurking serpents.

[lcv3lies]

006 — the other night !

“oh, hi hyunjin oppa.” luna greets hyunjin.

“hey, luna.” he smiles, “congratulations on the comeback.”

“thanks.”

luna had stepped away after her hair and makeup was done. she assumed it was the same for hyunjin, seeing that he stood tall in a black suit which almost perfectly matched the one y/n was wearing.

“i didn’t know you liked banana milk aswell?” hyunjin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me yet, oppa.”

“yet?” hyunjin asked curiously. he grabbed some coins from his pocket, happy he had just enough to take the last milk from the vending machine.

“unless you don’t want to get to know me more..?”

“uh- no! … that’s not what i meant!!” hyunjin spoke rapidly, trying to make the girl understand what she meant.

“relax oppa! i was just teasing you.” luna giggled.

“cute,” hyunjin mumbled to himself. he said it quietly, yet luna still heard it.

she flushed a shade of deep red, pretending not to hear it and looking away to hide her reddened face.

the two of them stood there in silence, the only thing heard was the slurping of banana milk from their cartons.

“hey… i just wanted to thank you for the other night.”

“it was no problem, hyunjin oppa.” luna spoke barely above a whisper. she smiled but her eyes were still locked on the ground.

“maybe.. maybe we could do it again?” the boy with a ego as high as the empire state building was clearly nervous. 

“sure, but it was pretty hard to convince ari unnie to let me leave the other night. apparently y/n was looking for me.”

“right.” hyunjin played with the hair on the nape of his neck nervously, all the possible consequences flashing through his mind.

“it’s fine jin oppa, don’t worry.” luna gently pulls hyunjin’s hands down from his neck, instead putting hers on his broad shoulders. “as long as we don’t get caught, everything can continue as normal. hopefully none of our members catch on.”

if anyone were to walk by, they would have thought the pair were together. luna smiled brightly up to hyunjin, while he had a straight face. he looked slightly uncomfortable, as luna slowly moved closer.

luna pulls the boy into a hug, which he hesitantly accepted.

you had just so happened to walk around the corner, almost dropping your phone at the sight of hyunjin and luna extremely... close.

“ah. there’s y/n unnie! see you later, oppa.” luna pulls away, winking at boy.

“hey unnie! is it time for the interview?” luna asked while looping her arm with yours. all you could do was nod slowly, not being able to get the image of hyunjin and luna hugging out of your head.

since when did her mc partner and younger member get so close?

a/n : so luna was with hyunjin the night y/n needed her, huh?

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naomi 🩰