#.◖⬤ Wasted Souls ♥️

[bunittos]

✿ 🔒 ❤︎ 💧¨ ·.· ¨: 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ⣿ ✿᪴

[sukunastoy]

True Form Sukuna Comfort Fic

Just something short and sweet with TF Sukuna. ♥️

(This is a re submission, testing out my tags and things cause I was hidden/shadowbanned or something and seeing if the problem has been resolved yet. ✨)

"Oh god, h-he'll kill me!"

"He isn't going to kill you...I promise. This is not anything that would need such a violent reaction." You said calmly to the maid while helping her pick up the shattered pieces of a vase that had sat in the entrance of The King's estate.

Maybe once upon a time, that was something these maids needed to worry about, but ever since your arrival, it seemed to be a distant fear in the minds of most.

You had no say in the matter, being surrendered as a peace offering from your clan. Initially, you were assumed to be a sacrifice, killed upon your arrival for being the first and only daughter of your clan leader. But, to keep the King from laying waste to everyone, something precious and of value was demanded instead, and it happened to be you. He took you as his bride, but there wasn't any love involved. It was merely an insult to your sorcerer clan family.

There were no sons to take your father's place, and the bloodline would have continued with you; had you taken someone else's hand in marriage- but the King made sure to keep that from happening.

You accepted your new role with grace, the knowledge of keeping your clan safe being a stronghold in your emotions and reasonings. However, what happened after you got here was nothing you could have expected. The King wasn't prepared to put you on a spike or burn you alive to make a statement. He demanded you stay within his kingdom and serve him alongside the other maids and workers of his estate. You did your duty, being on your hands and knees scrubbing floors, tending the gardens, washing clothes in the river, and even doing other things the King hadn't mentioned you needed to do.

You had fresh flowers adorning the halls and rooms of his estate, making sure they were always vibrant and blossoming. You delegated some of the maids what tasks to do, and even took on some of the chores they struggled to accomplish out of fear. Someone had to help prepare the Kings meals, and it wasn't a secret what those meals sometimes consisted of...

It wasn't your business to ask where some of these meals came from, so you prepared them to the best of your ability. The King wouldn't dismiss you from the table until he was finished, but you remained at his side patiently. Despite working alongside other maids and servants, they still treated you with respect. You were still the Kings bride after all.

Once you finished helping the maid pick up all the pieces of the vase, someone caught her eye. You knew exactly who it was when she dropped her hands and knees in a subservient bow, body trembling in worry.

"M-my King, I-I deeply a-apologize for m-my careless actions!"

Turning to stand up fully in-front of the maid while looking at your husband, you smiled at him gently.

"It was a mistake, nothing that isn't fixable." You said softly while taking one of his large hands into yours. The number of lives his hands had claimed wasn't even alarming at this point. You could feel his muscles relax as you brought the warm palm to your cheek, kissing the heel of his thumb in the process.

"You intend to fix it yourself, then?" That deep, timbre voice; though terrifying to many- soothed your soul in a way you couldn't even begin to describe.

"Of course, my King." You promised, smiling up at him while placing your hand over his against your face. Knowing he could crush your entire skull with just a swift grip made this warm palm all the more comforting in an odd way.

And it was because you knew he wouldn't ever do such a thing...at least not to you. His intimidating gaze shifted from the maid to you, and watching those crimson hues give up on their anger made you caress his hand tenderly.

"Then that is what I expect." He commanded, the pad of his thumb ever so briefly smoothing under your eye before pulling away. You gave a slight bow of respect before his departure and then turned back to the maid, who was still trembling with her face pressed into the tatami mats.

"Come on; we'll fix it together."

Joining your King later in the evening at the hot springs near his home, you remained on the ground at the edge, massaging his massive shoulders as he relaxed.

"I hope the end of this day is finding you well, my King." You spoke gently as your smaller hands worked into the muscles to relax him. He hummed in response, leaning his head back into your lap. A smile tugged at your lips while you looked down at him, hesitantly moving one of your hands to cup his cheek.

"Join me."

He finally said before lifting his head and moving forward into the water more, turning to watch you obey his order. You slightly laughed while swinging your legs into the water but hugged yourself in embarrassment. "You know I can't swim."

"Oh, come now, it's not that deep."

"My King, you're also much taller." You pointed out through a giggle, slowly swishing your legs in the water, enjoying the warmth surrounding them. Taking a moment to survey the large rocks beneath the surface, you shifted into the water, carefully holding onto anything you could to keep your footing. Before you got too far, you turned your back to Sukuna, removing your petite robe to lay on the ground at the water's edge. Honestly, the two of you had never spent any intimate moments together, and you hadn't been uncovered in his presence. But you knew better than completely submerging yourself in the water with clothing. Wrapping an arm across your chest, you turned and ventured toward the center where your husband was waiting. The water started to engulf you, and it got up to your shoulders before stopping, still a reasonable distance from him.

"All the way." He chuckled, able to stand in the deepest area with his chest still out of the water. Then, one of those large hands reached out toward you, and for a moment, you felt your face flush with a warmth that wasn't from the heat of the springs.

Quickly judging the distance, you shoved off the rock, flopping forward into the water without grace. You scrambled for his hand with both of yours, clinging to him desperately as you no longer felt the stone bottom under your feet. A cat being tossed in the water looked more elegant than you had at that moment, and the blush across your face proved your embarrassment.

Sputtering through the water splashed onto your face, you laughed while keeping both arms wrapped around his. Your feet held together against his thigh to keep you above the water enough, so you didn't feel like you were sinking in too much.

He smirked in humor while wrapping an arm around our waist, helping you stay afloat while he sank to be face level with you.

"I'm happy you're in a good mood." You smiled at him softly, gently reaching out to cup his cheek. "It brings me joy when you're pleased, my King..."

"What other things bring you joy?"

"Oh, it's not a concern...just so long as you are-"

He halted your words with a soft kiss on your lips, catching you off guard. Your eyes widened in shock and nervousness when your gaze was locked with his, unable to look away from those intense eyes. He stepped back slowly, sitting down and resting you upon his lap to face him. Your knees pressed upon his thighs, and once his lips separated from yours, you tucked your face into his neck, hiding bashfully. He's never displayed any form of affection...and this was so sudden. At the moment, you weren't sure how you felt about it.

You had gotten so comfortable with him over the time you'd spent at his side, but mainly you served him just as any maid had done.

"Why are you hiding?" He asked quietly, one of those enormous hands caressing our back ever so gently. The tips of his claws glided carefully along your skin, making you shudder in amazement to know he could honestly do whatever he wanted to you at any given moment. Yet, he refrained...

"I just wasn't expecting such a thing." You murmured with honesty, leaning back to address your King correctly.

"I know we're married, but It isn't for usual reasons...So I never imagined anything happening." Then, feeling one of his hands cup your cheek so tenderly, you leaned into it through comfort.

"Are you opposed to being my wife?"

"No, of course not. I was offered, but I still accepted your hand willingly and with the highest honor. The King of Curses keeping me at his side? Even if for your amusement, you've been so generous and kind to me. I couldn't even envision returning home or going elsewhere..."

Kneeling upon the lap of the most feared being in the known world brought a feeling into your heart you couldn't explain. His hands never held you in place against your will, and you never winced in fear when he spoke. You've seen him kill, seen him dispose of disobeying servants without a second thought, and you've even prepared some of the grotesque delicacies he enjoyed on occasion. But, you had a warm bed, food in your belly, a safe home, and even enough respect from your King to talk him down from discarding a maid for something trivial. The estate felt brighter the longer you were here, and the maids and other servants became less tense with each passing day. You fixed minor blemishes throughout his home, happily applying any skill you could where needed. This was your husband's home, but it was also your home, and you took pride in the care of it.

When Sukuna relaxed in the courtyard, you would tend to the gardens. Any fruit in nearby trees would also be picked and offered to your King. In the moments you sat on his lap and relaxed, you had never felt safer. Being in the arms of such a disaster would inflict pure trauma upon most. But it only brought you peace...as if you were being spared.

As your King pulled your body against him in the water, you whimpered softly for him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he embraced you, and you smiled fondly at the closeness.

That was the first time the two of you shared such a tender moment, and you cherished it closely. Your husband wasn't a man of many words or emotions, and you accepted that fact quickly. When he did decide to display affection towards you, it was such an honorable gift. Most of the chores you used to do were banned from you now, as the wife of Sukuna shouldn't be cleaning floors or cooking meals.

You still gathered flowers and pampered your King when you could, enjoying the good mood he'd be in from your simple actions. The maids and other servants would enjoy moments with you, as well as you talked to them throughout the day. You were surprised to find that many of them came from worse places, which is why they do their best for the King. Though Sukuna could be a terrifying monster, so long as they did everything they were supposed to do, he more or less left them alone. The ones who disregarded his rules and expectations were disposed of without hesitation. You knew he was very strict when you arrived but seeing him relax and ease up over time was comforting. Were you melting that ice around his cold heart so quickly? It almost felt wrong to take credit for it...

[strawberryspence]

happy valentines day, to my lovely people. i’m not going to tag each person, but you know who you are. no, you will literally know because i am going to send it on discord. you guys are my favorite tiny lil humans in my phone. i hope this makes sunsets/sunrises a little better. (im also hoping that it heals some of the pain the original sunset fic caused) ♥️

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Steve Harrington has always loved the sky.

To Steve, there was something so captivating about it, something so bewitching. There’s no start, nor end to it. He has always been fascinated at how vast, and free it is. More than anything, Steve loves the way it changes colors with the season and weather. Sunsets and sunrises, and the things they signify. Some people hate the way it makes them feel smaller, like they could get lost underneath it, but Steve loves it. As long as he’s underneath the bright blue sky, he is safe.

At the early age of five, Steve’s first memory is of his mother, sitting beside him in the garden. If other kids learned their colors through flashcards and crayons, Steve learned his first colors through the skies. A sunset is where he learns his first hue of orange, and yellow, and blue. She was the one who taught him colors and it’s one of Steve’s favorite childhood memories.

At thirteen, the sky becomes Steve’s only friend. His parents started leaving more often now, saying something about how he’s old enough for it. Steve loves it some days, hates it some days. Today, he loves it as he floats aimlessly around the pool. No one’s going to scold him that his skin has started to wrinkle, or that he’s wasting his time watching the clouds change into different shapes. Being under the big sky is a reassurance— that he may be alone in this big, dark house, but he’s at least not alone in this world.

At seventeen, Steve finds comfort in the night sky. He finds it as the moon watches over him and as the stars sparkle and dance against the dark. It’s the first time he’s ever loved someone and the first time he has gotten his heart broken. He doesn’t cry, because “Harrington’s don’t cry.” He’s never alone though. It’s always going to be him and the big vast sky. There’s more horror in the world, like 12 year olds that get experimented in labs, a girl getting pulled in his pool and to her death and monsters living under the ground he is laying on. But the big dark sky stares from above him and Steve feels a little better in the uncertainty. He’s being wrapped within its darkness, almost like a comforting hug from an old friend who understands.

At eighteen, Steve meets his soulmate. Not the sky, but Robin Buckley. The half of his soul, a friendship forged from scooping ice creams and drugs injected into their veins. Robin— Robin is the rain after a long drought, giving him another reason to live and fight. The mall burns down and there’s— there’s so much death and he wishes he could’ve done something more. Two nights after the fire, unable to sleep, Steve asks if Robin would lay beside him on the ground. They lay in silence as the stars wave their goodbye, and as the sun greets him hello, signifying a new day, a new beginning. Underneath that new brand new day, Steve and Robin finally fall asleep, secure under the sun and clouds and safe in each other's arms.

At nineteen, Steve meets Eddie Munson. Really meets him, while the world is ending. It’s the night after they come back from the upside down, Steve's sides are aching and they’ll probably go back to the upside down tomorrow. Nancy has a plan, because she always does and he wants to take a nap, or eat something, but he can’t. He’s paralyzed in the uncertainty and danger around them. He sits at the back of the trailer, away from people that could see him, and that's where Eddie finds him.

“I can’t believe you guys have been doing this for years.” Eddie says, disbelief apparent in his voice.

Steve shrugs, “I don’t either. They’re—“ He pauses, thinks about El who’s only 15 and has the weight of the world on her shoulders, thinks of Will who’s been through hell and death, thinks of Max who’s still grieving her dead brother only for it to be used to lure her into death.

He thinks of the kids, the kids who're all barely 15 fighting this entity, “They’re all too young for this.” He finishes.

Eddie stares at him and Steve doesn't like it at all. It feels like he’s being studied, feels naked under Eddie’s eyes. Like Eddie can see through him, see the broken pieces Steve has glued together for all of them.

“You’re young too.” Eddie answers back, gently kindly, “You, Robin, Nancy, even me.”

Steve shrugs, even though he knows it's true, “I guess. I just want this to end already.”

Eddie looks away, staring at the skies as it finally starts changing its hues, “Maybe after this we can all go on a trip.”

Steve hums, “Definitely. Maybe a beach. El’s never been to one.”

Eddie chuckles, a smile on his lips as he looks forward. They watch the sky change its hues, a new day rising right in front of them.

“I don't really like sunsets.” Steve turns to him, offended and ready to defend his oldest companion.

But Eddie continues, “I’ve always liked the sunrises more, you know? Sunsets are— endings and though they are beautiful endings, nothing beats a new beginning, a new slate.”

Steve stares at him, watching silently as Eddie smokes. Steve knows the sun is rising, and he’s never been one to miss it when it’s right in front of him. But there’s something about the way the sunlight is hitting Eddie’s face, the colors dancing on his skin and the colors illuminating his brown eyes, making it brighter.

It's lighting him up in ways Steve has never seen before and something awakens in him, his heart beating against his ribs like it wants to break free. It’s breathtaking, Eddie’s breathtaking and it makes him feel things he’s never felt before.

When the silence grows heavy, Eddie breaks it, “Plus I really like it when the darkness turns brighter.”

It’s the first time Steve has ever ignored the sky and with Eddie here, he knows it won’t be the last.

At nineteen, Steve learns that the sky could also be red. He doesn’t remember much, just Dustin crying over Eddie’s body as the red sky above him thunders on, menacing and cackling at their demise. They killed Vecna and the victory is so close— so close.

It’s hard to look up at the sky then, when they finally emerge from hell while he cradles Eddie’s body. Steve thinks that no clear blue sky, or no dark starry night, can ever give him comfort again, not until he finally knows that Eddie’s safe.

At twenty, three months after defeating Vecna. Steve is on some beach with his friends— his family and they’ve survived. There’s no more danger impending to happen, all gates burned and closed forever.

Steve has just turned twenty, and he has real friends. He sits there, sand against his toes, as he watches the kids play around the water under the golden glint of the sun. They finally have their chance to enjoy being a kid.

“Is this what you wanted?” Steve looks up. Eddie’s hovering above him, with a can of Pepsi in his hand.

He hands Steve a can and plops down beside him on the beach towel. Eddie’s shirtless and yes, Steve’s ogling him but there’s also a clench in his heart as he tracks the taut skin, and pink scars surrounding his whole body.

It’s okay.

It’s okay.

Because they’re all alive, and safe, and the scars are there to be reminders of what they’ve survived. Whatever the horizon offers them, it’ll be okay.

Steve smiles at him, opening the soda in his hand with a hiss.

He stares at Eddie, holding out his can to clink it against his can, “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

At twenty-two, Steve moves to Boston with Eddie, Robin and Nancy. It’s a weird group. It’s his soulmate and her girlfriend, who was also his ex-girlfriend. On top of that, there’s Eddie. Eddie’s his best friend, but also the same man he’s been pining over for three years.

But they’re Steve’s family (aside from the kids) and he’d go anywhere if Robin asks. It’s the happiest Steve’s been in years, and he wouldn’t do anything like confessing to ruin the dynamic they’ve created.

Steve spends most of his days with Eddie, laid on their backs as they watch the clouds. Eddie makes him coffee in the early mornings, Steve never really understood why he’s awake to watch the sunset with him, but he’s there even if he hates waking up early. At night, Eddie watches as Steve outlines the stars for him with his finger, not knowing that Steve would climb the damn moon and take it in his back pocket for him.

It’s a conversation they’ve always avoided, whatever this thing Eddie and Steve had, the endless dance they do around each other.

Eddie’s almost death has always been hard for the three of them. There’s this overwhelming thought that— somewhere out there, somewhere far away— is a universe where Steve was too late, that Eddie died, that all he has is the tint of orange in the sky. A universe where Steve didn’t know that Eddie likes his coffee sweet, but doesn’t like ordering it because it doesn’t fit his image, where Steve didn’t know that Eddie snorts in his sleep and likes to wear socks under the sheets. A universe where the only thing Steve knows is the what ifs, the what could’ve beens.

It all comes out one day. The anniversaries have always been harder, not only were they far away from the kids, but the Vecna spring anniversary always hits them the hardest. It’s also Eddie and Max’s almost death anniversary, to make it worse. Robin plans it all out for them, they all call in sick that day, skip classes, just stay inside all day. Just watch movies, eat snacks, and stay wrapped in comfortable blankets. The four of them fall asleep in the middle of their fourth movie of the day, all tangled together and it’s days like this that makes it harder to ignore the fact that the four of them— are four halves from the same whole.

When Steve wakes up, Eddie’s not beside him anymore, Nancy and Robin still sleeping peacefully on the other side of the couch. The digital clock— they all can’t stand the silent tick tocking of a clock, reminds them too much of a grandfather clock, no matter how big or small— blinks at him, it’s almost 5:21 in the afternoon.

Steve knows it’s almost time for the sun to set, he charts it every weekend so he can take a few minutes to watch the sun wave her goodbyes. Steve swings the blanket on his shoulders and heads out to the balcony.

It’s not a surprise to see Eddie already there, watching the sky start to change colors, the sun impending to set in a few more minutes.

“Hey.” Steve slumps beside him, extending the blanket over to Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie snuggles closer to him, “Thank you.”

“You doing good?” Steve asks, not able to take his eyes off Eddie.

“Yeah. Just—“ Eddie sighs, “Today is hard. I talked to Wayne.”

“What did he say?”

Eddie shrugs, “All the sappy stuff. He was thankful that I am alive and here. That he loves me.” There’s a hitch in his voice when he says it, that makes Steve’s eyebrows furrow.

“Wayne’s right. You do know that, right?”

Eddie turns to him, his legs hugged closer to his chest and head leaning against his knees, “Is he though?”

Steve opens his mouth to say something when the words spring out of Eddie, “It’s been three years since I let Chrissy die and ran away from her dead body like a coward. She could be the one who’s living this life, alive and happy. I could’ve tried.”

Eddie lets his eyes flutter shut, and for a second he looks so fucking peaceful, “Sometimes when I remember her dying in front of me, I try to think of something else. Anything else. My mind brings me to different places. Chrissy where she gets to graduate. She wears this pink dress, with her blue eyeshadow. She’s happy.

Chrissy where she gets to go to Paris. She looks like the kind of girl that would want to visit Europe. She’s wearing a beret, with the brightest smile on her face. Chrissy where we get to be friends. She’s always been kind, maybe she could’ve lived with us, maybe she could’ve been my own platonic with a capital P.”

Eddie opens his eyes, brown eyes shining with tears, “And then I open my eyes. And I remember that she’s gone. And I am here. Why do I get to live and not her? She deserves it more than I would ever.”

“Eddie.” Steve hisses, “Don’t ever say that.”

Eddie blinks at him, tears rolling down his face. Steve swipes it off his face, in the gentlest matter, “You’re here because you are here. Chrissy deserved better, yes, but she’s gone. We couldn't have done anything about it. The life you have right now? You deserve it, Eddie. It’s always been meant to be yours. There’s nothing you could’ve done to help her.”

Steve cups his jaw, thumb softly drawing circles on his cheek, “If you really think she could’ve been your platonic soulmate, then she would want you to live your life. She would hate you for saying all this.”

Eddie chokes up even more, his voice shaky when he finally speaks, “Thank you for saving me that day, Stevie.”

He smiles, a lump burning against his throat, “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

Eddie stares at him for a few seconds, brown eyes staring intently at him. There’s a spark in his eyes that could rival the brightest stars, “I am in love with you, Steve Harrington.”

And right there, as Steve watches Eddie, the colors dance behind the love of his life, Steve says it back.

“I am also, insanely, in love with you, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie beams at him, moving closer to capture his lips into his. And if Steve had to describe the kiss, he would say that it’s exactly how he feels when the sun rises in the morning. It’s the feeling when the first hue of orange paints the sky. The feeling when the sun greets him once again. It’s a promise of new beginnings, captured with so much tenderness and adoration.

It’s comfort and skies and softness. It’s Eddie Munson.

When they pull away, Eddie moves closer, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder as they turn to the sky, waiting for it to change. Steve has watched maybe hundreds, maybe thousands of sunsets in his life. Together they watch as the day of the anniversary ends, with what Steve could only call the most beautiful sunset he’s ever seen in his life. Just before the darkness, it breaks into the most beautiful hue of pink.

Eddie starts shaking against him, a hand flying to block a gasp that comes out of him. Steve fights the smile forming on his face, his own eyes filled with tears.

“Hi, Chrissy.” Eddie whispers. Steve kisses the top of Eddie’s head to comfort him.

It’s a beautiful ending.

At twenty-six, Steve graduates with a Bachelor of Science, majoring in Atmospheric Science.

Steve never avoids the sky. He studies it now, and writes the weather news for a big Boston channel. He stops to point out random objects in the sky, and has a telescope set up for constellations. He drinks a hot cup of coffee every morning, watching as the sun rises.

Eddie is always with him in every endeavor. He works as a music teacher in the middle school near their home. On the weekends, Eddie plays in a bar, singing his own songs and playing his Sweetheart. He makes Steve a cup of coffee every morning, watching as the sun rises.

Steve lays in the grass with Dustin and Suzie’s son and teaches him how to cloud watch. Eddie will then pester them, and try to teach the kid D&D. Steve takes time to send reminders to Max and Lucas to wear a raincoat if he sees that it’s going to rain in California. Eddie will slip an umbrella on his satchel when Steve forgets, because he could only think of Max and Lucas and the other kids.

Steve talks to Will and Mike for hours, just trying to describe to them a weather phenomenon so Will could draw it and Mike could write it for their latest best-selling comics. Eddie teases Mike for it. It annoys Mike so bad that he slams the phone. They laugh so hard, their ribs ache. Steve knits El a gorgeous sky blue scarf, because he knows how cold it gets in New York. Eddie gets her a matching hat for it.

Wayne calls them, every other day, to ask how the weather is in Boston and Steve asks how the weather is in Indiana. Eddie will talk his ear off. They have Thanksgivings together, year after year, thankful for the life they were given.

Steve and Eddie spend a few summers in the guest room of the farm house Joyce and Hop bought in 1986. Steve stays and writes about the stars and the planets because the skies are so much clearer in rural places. Eddie stays and writes tunes and rhymes, sings and records it in the empty barn on the back.

They still live with Robin and Nancy, but they’ve moved to a bigger house now. Steve has his own equipment for sky watching in the backyard and Eddie surprised him with a sunroof in his office. They have a dog named Hetfield and a cat named Sabbath.

And more than anything, Steve loves sunrises. He wakes up early for it everyday. He’ll set the alarm early, wake up, tell Eddie that he doesn’t need to wake up with him. The next morning, Steve will always find the kettle hot, and a hot coffee waiting for him as his husband wraps an arm around his waist, face smushed on his neck.

They wait for the sky to turn from darkness and brightness and smile when the sun waves at them with hues of colors— different everyday.

It’s a hello, a how are you, a comfortable hug.

It’s a reminder of new chances and new opportunities.

And as long as Steve Harrington is in Eddie Munson’s arms, everyday is a new beginning.

→ the original angstier sunset fic and it’s siblings <3

[tarotwitchy]

{pick-a-card readings}

Pile 1 → Pile 2

Pile 3 → Pile 4

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Pile 1

Death • 9 of Cups • 4 of Cups • 5 of Wands • Ace of Cups • 7 of Pentacles

— "I want to kiss your luscious lips so badly, it's the only thing you'll think of for days."

— "I know you're very independent and content with yourself. But give me a chance, and let me in."

— "We'll be making love and fucking for hours, I'll be sure to make you soak the sheets with our mixed fluids."

— "I want to drink your cum from the source. So... please make sure you cum a lot for me."

— "If you'd let me, I'll put in the work and eat you out/suck you until you're shaking and breathless. You'll be seeing stars by the time I'm through with you. And by then, we're only just starting."

— "I'm sorry to admit... but making you mad and riled up turns me on so damn much. I love seeing you angry because it summons this animalistic side to you, and sex becomes mind-blowing with you."

— "I can't believe I found someone with the same kinks and fantasies that I have. I love exploring them with you. I'm ecstatic seeing your eyes roll behind your head when we do things that most people could only dream of doing."

— "Your body is a canvas of our lust. I love painting you with my cum, and I feel loved when you do the same to me."

— "Seeing you sprawled on the bed, naked, satiated, and panting with breathlessness makes me want to ravage you all over again until both of us pass out."

•—•—•—•

This person truly loves seeing you fucked out, as they say. The type of sex you'll be having with your Future Spouse is truly life-changing. You'll feel touched inside and out, no area of your body and soul left unturned. And so, if you're not ready for this kind of loving, you most likely not meet your Future Spouse just yet. There needs to be a certain level of mental, emotional, and most of all, physical preparation to deal with the sexual energies they'll demonstrate unto you.

Notable kinks they might have: Water sports (lots and lots of squirting and even golden showers), Cum play (they love seeing both of yours and theirs mixed together), Leaving marks where people can see the proof of your lovemaking (Hickeys, restraint marks, etc.), Marathon sex (or going for an extra round even though you're both exhausted), Lots and lots of Oral sex (even in between moments of penetration, they might go down again and again).

Pile 2

Judgment • Page of Pentacles • The Hierophant • 6 of Wands • 9 of Swords • Temperance

— "You don't have to worry about a thing. I'll take care of you."

— "I'm not going to leave you, ever. You can relax your anxieties when you're with me."

— "I want to stay inside you for as long as you'd allow me to." (Male-presenting partner)

— "I want you to be merged with me, and feel the heat of you forever. I'm so hungry for your touch."

— "Please don't hide your body from me. You're very beautiful."

— "I'll go slow until you tell me otherwise. Tell me how fast and hard you want me to go."

— "I know I sound traditional... but I want to marry you first. I want this union to signify our lifelong commitment."

— "I won't waste a drop of cum, we'll surely get pregnant from this."

— "I want your scent to be ingrained in my mind, our lovemaking is the only thing in my mind wherever I am."

— "When I come home, I want to get a taste of you immediately. I've been so thirsty for you all day long."

•—•—•—•

Your Future Spouse is definitely a traditionalist. If you're someone who is quite freaky in bed, this pile may not be for you because this person is really keen on vanilla sex, lots of smooches, cuddling while having sex, and very emotionally intimate stuff. They're the type to shower your face with kisses mid-thrust, will probably want you to cross your ankles around their hips for maximum closeness. This is the type of spouse who loves to have cute pillow talk after lovemaking, while mapping your back with light finger caresses.

Notable kinks they might have: I don't see much "kinks" here, but they may have a thing with maintaining eye contact all throughout sex, probably also wants to muffle your moans with their mouth, and perhaps, wanting to "get to know your body" even if neither of you are really horny. It's like... they want to know which parts of your body turn you on, and so they'll probably going to be like, "hey, I want to explore your body. Let's take our clothes off, and let's check each other out." And yes, it will turn sexual very fast.

Pile 3

Knight of Swords • 2 of Pentacles • 6 of Wands • King of Pentacles • 10 of Swords • Ace of Pentacles

— "You're safe with me. We can explore each other as much and as lewd as you'd like."

— "We can take turns eating and sucking each other off. There's no rush right now, baby."

— "I'll sit back, and I want you to have your way with me. Ride me to your heart's desire, my love."

— "You're tired? Lay down, and surrender your pleasure to me. Just hold on and don't take your eyes off of me. You got that?"

— "I absolutely love fondling your pussy/dick. Feeling your wetness/hardness reminds me that it's all mine."

— "We are not done until we pass out, and your pussy/cock can't cum no more. Get it?"

— "You look so beautiful in that lingerie, baby girl. I can't wait to get you out of it." (For women-presenting people)

— "Tell me I'm the best lover you've ever been with. I'll make sure you'll never think of another after I had my way with you."

— "Cum in my mouth, baby. That's it, give it all to me. I want all of it. You're so fucking delicious, I can't get enough."

— "Seeing you shaking while cumming makes me cum harder and faster. I want to take all of you."

•—•—•—•

Your Future Spouse is definitely a switch! I know not a lot of people wants to be with a switch but your FS really knows how to match your mood. If you want to be dominated, they can be a "pleasure dom." They know exactly how to take care of you. Your pleasure is theirs, no problem. But if you're in a mood to be the one who calls the shots, they're more than happy to acquiesce to your desire to have your way with them. They're also open-minded to novel ideas of spicing up the bedroom activities, so keep that in mind to have variation from time to time.

Notable kinks they might have: Mutual Oral Sex, FemDom, Pleasure Dom (on their part), Prolonged Orgasms, Blindfolding (they want you to trust them giving you pleasure, and being under their mercy), Rigging and being rigged, Unusual sex positions, and lots of cum drinking.

Pile 4

The Fool • Queen of Wands • 5 of Cups • King of Pentacles • 4 of Cups • 7 of Wands

— "I know you want to sexually explore with me but please be patient with me. I've been hurt before, but I'm slowly opening up to you."

— "You're the only person I trust to be sexual with. I love you very much, I just want you to know that."

— "I love making out with you, the feeling of your hot tongue doing a sensual dance with mine makes me want to go all the way with you."

— "We won't do anything we're not ready for. I promise to be patient and gentle with you, as I hope you'd be with me as well."

— "I want to ride you slowly, feeling your hot and flushed body glide with mine as we share each other's pleasure."

— "Hold me tight, baby. I don't want to be parted from you right now. You feel so tight around me/you feel so big inside me."

— "I love burying my face on your neck. It's my safe space. Your smell is intoxicating, and I want to have you forever."

— "I love staying inside of you (male-presenting); I love when you stay inside of me after we both came at the same time (female-presenting)."

— "I'll kiss all of the spots you deem are ugly, for they're all beautiful to me because they're a part of you."

•—•—•—•

For some of you, either one of you or both of you are virgins. Perhaps, your Future Spouse is inexperienced because they haven't slept with a lot of people prior to meeting you. But that doesn't mean they don't know what to do; they just need practice, time, and more guidance. On the other hand, {TW!} they might have experienced sexual traumas in the past. And this is why they're afraid to completely open up immediately. Please be patient with them because they will be loyal to you nonetheless. So, give them time to get comfortable with the idea of sharing their body with you.

Notable kinks they might have: I don't really see any "kinks," but I know they put Safety and Comfort at the top of the list. They're also big on Aftercare, and would love to spoil you and be spoiled in return. Once they feel more confident exploring with you, I can see the use of Sex Toys that both of you can use on one another (such as vibrators, feathers, dildos, fuzzy handcuffs that can be easily removed, etc.)

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[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi, I'm late diagnosed autistic with like a lot of severe mental health issues (ptsd like so many of us have). I'm unable to work or study and receive no government aid so I'm completely dependent on my parents. All my friends are able to work and study and it crushes my soul because I get so bored and I feel I'm missing any kind of outside sources for self esteem.

Do you or maybe anyone else who reads here have advice for how to feel like life is worth living when you can't contribute to society and struggle to spend time by yourself?

I'm demand avoidant so I am largely incapable of following any structure. I also find it incredibly hard to sit with myself and learn things without outside support. I always have such a high level discomfort that I am always listening to or watching something. Lately it's been feeling like there is no way for my life to improve and I don't want to keep feeling like this.

Hi there,

I’m also unable to work and still live with my mom. I get SSI but that’s it. I have the same feeling as you do. I feel like I’m wasting my life away by not doing much.

I’m so sorry I don’t really have any advice for you. Maybe my followers can help?

I appreciate the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[moononastring]

Spirit Meets the Bones XVII

Find it all here. Genre: Angst/Romance  Author’s Note: And we are BACK! I will forever be in awe that people liked this story enough to keep waiting. Know that I sincerely appreciate every single one of you and you keep me truly wanting to continue! Feedback is always welcome and very encouraging :) I love knowing what you think so thank you for reading!

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Eris hadn’t even felt them winnow. He knew nothing, had sensed nothing, save for Iris and the feeling of her lips on his. All that he was, was being consumed by her. 

She pulled away, a fraction of an inch between them, eyes wide as she stared into her husband’s amber eyes. She barely breathed as he stared and stared and stared.

Mine.

The word clanged in his mind as Iris gripped the front of Eris’s tunic tighter, her fingers tightening as she staggered back slightly. He wondered if she had felt it — the thread tugging at his rib. If she knew how suddenly everything between them made sense. The attraction. The constant need to touch. How right it had felt even when neither of them had wanted it to be.

The Prince of Autumn wondered if it had clicked for her, that Iris was his and he was hers in a way no one would ever be. Something he never thought he’d have. Something he hadn’t even dreamed of being worthy of.

His. She was his and he was hers.

Iris blinked, finally noticing the heat that radiated around them. 

“We’re — we’re on fire.” she whispered, her eyes darting to the flames they were engulfed in then back to his face, cataloging what he was sure was a slightly dazed expression. 

“I know.” he said tightly, his gaze never leaving hers. 

Iris reached out a hand, letting the flame dance between her fingers. “It’s not burning.” 

She watched him in a way that made him feel too vulnerable — too raw. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, then said hoarsely, “My fire would never burn you.” 

And Iris flushed as the words washed over her. At the honesty in them. His fire would burn whomever he wished except for one person — a person he could never harm.

“Oh.” she whispered, her eyes darting across his face and the many emotions Eris knew he was fighting to hide.

But she must feel the sheer amount of intensity between them. She must know.

“Iris —” he rasped and licked his lips. “I —”

“Shut up.” she breathed and met his lips again, pulling him into her once more, and oh, what a kiss. 

Eris’s kiss was an imprint on her very soul and Iris felt and felt and felt. Iris felt so deeply, she wished she hadn’t wasted a single kiss on anyone else. 

She let him tighten his grip and a noise slipped from her lips when his tongue met hers. She wouldn’t let him stop — would simply keep going. They didn’t need to see anyone. They could go home and keep kissing. They could sink right here, out in the open, and simply keep kissing.

“If you don’t stop —” Eris said in between his heated kisses, his hands squeezing her waist, then sliding to squeeze lower and the feeling of his hands on her had gooseflesh erupting all over her skin. “Nothing will stop me from letting this get inappropriate very quickly.”

“If you stop kissing me —” she whispered against his lips, arching into his touch. “I will stab you in so many places —”

He pulled away with a laugh and Iris truly wanted to gut him. But she also wanted to kiss him again and — and have him touch her some more. Face heated, she tried to yank him down to her lips again but Eris smirked, his hands coming to grip her face. She tried not to shudder at the reverent way he held her, at the way his thumbs traced her cheeks so gently. His lips were smirking but his eyes gave away all that he was feeling. It mirrored all that she was feeling.

“Please don’t stab me.” he said in a tone more gently than he had ever used with her, his gaze matching the whirlwind of emotions blazing through her. “I want to keep kissing you but can’t if I’m bleeding out all over my nice clothes.”

Iris couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips. “Such a pretty princess you are.”

“The most pretty of princesses.” he confirmed with a smirk then leaned in and kissed her once more. This kiss a caress, a little hello as they met in the middle. Iris’s hands slid down and she splayed her fingers on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and Eris growled against her lips, sending a shiver of delight down her spine. 

His lips left hers and Iris was about to protest when his hands slid to wrap around her waist again and he kissed the corner of her mouth instead then slid to pepper her jawline with more. Her knees nearly buckled beneath her when his lips slid to her neck and his tongue darted out to taste. She bit her lip to hold back a groan as Eris’s mouth explored and he certainly had no qualms about the noises that slipped from his lips. 

“You have terrible timing.” he whispered into her skin and Iris’s grip tightened on him. “How am I going to endure this visit now that I’ve gotten a taste of you? How am I supposed to pretend I don’t want to lay you here and taste every inch of you, Iris?”

“I won’t apologize for giving you an excellent thank you gift.” she said breathlessly, her lips twitching when his head lifted from her neck to smirk at her. “You’ve only wanted it since you met me.”

“True.” he said quietly, his eyes holding the predatory gleam she knew so well. “I demand about a thousand more of them.”

The corner of her mouth curled up as Iris slid her hands around his waist and up his back, feeling every inch of his hard muscles through the layers of his clothing. Her eyes were glued to his as they stared at each other once more, the silence between them holding a steady, palpable tension. She wanted him closer, especially as his grip on her tightened again.

It was thrilling. To touch each other so openly, so easily. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself other than kiss him some more. Iris may have hesitated before but now — it seemed hard to resist. 

“I think I can manage that,” she whispered. “But we might be late.”

“I don’t give a shit.” Eris murmured and pressed his lips against hers again. And it wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was an ascension to heaven. 

Iris let out a soft whimper as Eris kissed her fiercely, their kiss a clash of fire. Heat like no other spread between them, their hearts ticking bombs, a volcano of emotions erupting; hands roaming, and suddenly, they couldn’t get close enough. It was an intensity she could barely process, could barely keep up with — but all Iris knew was this deep desire to stay wrapped in him. 

“Eris.” she breathed into him and then gasped when he pressed her firmly into him, feeling exactly how much he liked her lips on his. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans and every touch of his fingers sent a wave of pleasure that seemed to be unraveling her. She felt invigorated and Iris knew she was melting against him, knew she had become putty in his hands when she felt Eris’s smile against her lips.

“See what you’ve been missing, wife?” he murmured against her lips. 

“B-barely much.” she breathed and felt his chuckle tickle her lips as she leaned into him, unable to stop the constant need to have their lips meet. 

“Think of all the other places I will kiss you when we go home, ma —”

But Eris stiffened, the flame that had encased them immediately flaring out and Iris froze in his arms. Her brows furrowed in confusion until the sound of someone approaching became clearer and Eris’s entire demeanor changed. A blink was all it took for Eris’s face to fall back into the sneer he was known for. Another blink had Eris now in front of her, hands clasped behind his back, tension hardening the line of his shoulders as he faced away from her.

“What —”

“Helion may have granted me permission but that doesn’t mean I am always welcome whenever I visit.” he said quietly as the footsteps approached. His stance had hardly shifted but Iris knew he would be ready to strike. “If needed, you winnow right back —”

“Why would I leave?” Iris demanded. “I know how to fight! You taught me.”

“I know that.” he snapped as he looked at her over his shoulder. “But I’d rather wait to know what I’m up against before throwing my m — my wife into —” 

“No.” she objected, jutting out her chin. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Eris’s jaw clenched, cutting himself off when her firm gaze met his and he shuddered. “You’re going to end up being my biggest source of anxiety, aren’t you?” he mumbled with a scowl as she shifted next to him.

“I don’t have to be.” she said with a quirked brow and Eris noted the way she was leaning into his side, staring up at him challengingly. “Don’t try and make this my fault.”

“If you insist on being stubborn all the time and not following directions, it will be.” he said through clenched teeth and flared nostrils, his gaze ravenous as he looked at her. 

Iris swallowed as she watched him but then narrowed her eyes in return, her hands sliding to her hips as she leaned in closer. “I’m happy to follow directions if they make sense and those directions are something I actually want to do.”

“You’re supposed to follow directions even if you don’t want to.” he retorted, his eyes now on her lips, inches away from his. “Especially if it concerns your safety.”

“I don’t think my safety would be jeopardized if I’m with you, husband.” Iris replied, though her tone had no heat in it as the closeness of him threatened to overwhelm her. 

Eris’s own eyes narrowed and he snorted softly. “Your safety would absolutely be jeopardized if you’re with me. Because you’re with me. Enough people dislike me to target you.”

“Well. It’s a good thing I have a knife then.” she shrugged, without losing his gaze.

“And an attitude of reckless endangerment. What an excellent combination,” he said, baring his teeth in a smile that would be threatening to most. Iris had to fight back the urge to kiss him all over again. 

“I can hold my own just fine.” she said firmly and hesitated before lowering her arms from her waist and gently placing a hand on his arm. “You should just listen to me and make things easy for yourself.” 

What Iris really wanted to say was, You’re my friend and my person. I don’t want to leave your side. Instead, she added, “Stop being an idiot.”

“I’m going to throttle you if you keep arguing with me over this.” he mused calmly, his hand coming to settle over hers without a single hesitation. “Your safety is non-negotiable.”

“Neither is yours.” she argued, and Eris tried not to roll his eyes. 

“You know I’ve fought in wars, yes? I will be fine.”

“You are a fool that is very close to getting stabbed.”

“I am a prince who most definitely does not want to get stabbed.”

“A prince that is a pain in the ass.”

“You are on thin ice with my patience, wife.” 

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it, husband?”

The two shared a breath as they seemingly forgot what the source of their argument was, too engrossed in staring at each other and fighting the urge to desperately touch again. Iris didn’t know if she had it in her to stop if they started again and Eris would definitely not be inclined to stop at all. 

Iris licked her lips. “If I kiss you again, will you relax?”

A soft smirk graced his face. “If you kiss me again, I will be the farthest thing possible from relaxed.”

“Hmm.” she mused. “I should definitely kiss you then. That’ll get you to shut up at least.”

“Maybe I should kiss you so you’d quit being so damn stubborn.”

Overwhelming need thumped through her veins as she stared at him and he stared at her. Had a simple kiss intensified whatever it was she was feeling now? It — it seemed ridiculous. Iris licked her lips again as she glanced at Eris, his gaze turning positively wicked. But as she opened her mouth to speak and put an end to this madness, another voice interrupted.

“If I wereanyone else, you’d both be very dead by now.”

Eris’s sword flew out faster than Iris could blink, his eyes never leaving his wife as Iris whipped her head at the sound of the stranger’s voice and found who could only be their gracious host glancing at them. 

And Lucien was very, very amused. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting what seemed to be a very charged argument, brother dear.”

Eris finally looked away from Iris to shoot his brother a glare as Lucien stood there, hands raised by his head and a knowing smirk on his face with Eris's sword at his throat. Eris spared Iris one more glance and squinted at the faint color gracing her lovely face, sensing her embarrassment. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t stab you in the throat.” he said tightly, his body relaxing as he slowly sheathed his sword once more and scowled at his brother. 

“I’m so thrilled at your enthusiasm to see me.” Lucien said with a grin, lowering his arms. “Somehow, I knew it was you causing fires on the outskirts of my home.” 

“Ah, fuck off.” Eris said with a wave of his hand as Lucien chuckled and Iris fought back a smile.

“I take it this isn’t the first time you brothers have drawn swords at each other.” Iris said lightly.

“Look at his obnoxious face. How could I not?” Eris demanded and Lucien snorted.

“If anyone here has cause to stab someone, it would be me stabbing you for being rude all the time.” Lucien said, crossing his arms. “I know that note came from you, asshole.”

Iris’s lips twitched and Eris watched her curiously as she raised her hand. “I would like to say, legally speaking, I am the only one allowed to stab him at this point,” she said calmly. “But since you are his brother, I will allow it if you ask nicely.”

Lucien glanced at Iris and tilted his head. He silently observed her for a moment and then smiled. “We’ve only just met and I am certain we will be the best of friends.”

Iris smiled warmly and held out a hand. “Agreed.” she said. “Iris. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the only brother Eris admits to having. You must be so proud.”

Lucien took her hand with both of his hands and squeezed it. “Lucien. And the pleasure is all mine.” he replied with a grin. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you since I heard about your engagement. You’ve been within choking distance of my brother on a daily basis. I am very jealous.”

“He is very chokeable, isn’t he?” Iris said and glanced at Eris, her lips twitching at the deep scowl on his face. 

And it was a deep scowl indeed because Eris — he was feeling too many things at the moment. The high of kissing her was wearing off and now — now it was starting to catch up to him. 

Frankly, he was going to start freaking the fuck out. 

He…he had a mate. His wife was his mate. And he’d fucken finally kissed her. He had wanted to kiss her some more and possibly slowly peel that damned dress off her — goodness knows he had made an art out of fucking outdoors that he knew Iris would enjoy it too — except of course, of course, his insufferable brother just had to interrupt.

He should’ve stabbed him when he had the chance. 

Eris glanced at Iris and Lucien as they chatted softly. He heard nothing of what they were saying, only watched their lips moving and his heart did a strange spasm at the sight. Two important people of his life smiling at each other, likely talking about him, finally meeting.

He had the strongest urge to vomit.

Squinting himself back to reality, Eris’s face heated at the sound of Iris laughing and the urge to strangle his brother skyrocketed when Lucien high-fived Iris. They already had inside jokes. He wasn’t sure if he liked it.

“I am immediately objecting to this friendship.” he snapped then squinted at Lucien and pointed with one finger, his other hand clasping around Iris’s hand to tug her closer. “Keep your hands off my wife.”

Lucien rolled his eyes and then gave his brother a curious look. “Sensitive today, are we, brother?”

“One more word out of you and I’ll show you exactly how sensitive I can be.” he sneered and glanced down at Iris when she nudged his side.

She gave him a pointed look. “We just arrived. Be nice.”

“But I don’t like him.” Eris argued calmly and Iris rolled her eyes. 

“Should I tell him what you said to me the first time I asked you about him to debunk that statement?”

Eris’s eyes narrowed as he took in his beautiful wife’s teasing expression and gods, if Lucien wasn’t standing right there, he’d devour her. 

“I have no recollection of such a conversation,” he said haughtily then promptly turned to his brother. “Take us to your better half. I like her more than I like you.”

Lucien shot Eris a look that was too knowing for his own good; it was easy to see that Lucien already had so much he wanted to say and it made Eris want to winnow home and avoid the whole thing. As if sensing that one word from him would send Eris bolting, all Lucien did was wave a gracious hand and walk them towards his home. 

And now, they sat in Lucien and Elain’s home, trying to pretend the kiss and grand revelations hadn’t happened. Trying to pretend everything was fine and they hadn’t been interrupted. 

Desperately trying not to pounce on his wife.

Elain had given them such a warm welcome, Eris would forever be grateful to her for making Iris comfortable right away and he tried to focus, to pay attention to the conversation around them as his favorite people got to know each other. He nearly choked on his drink twice.

His mate.

Everything suddenly made so much sense.

And simultaneously, everything just got so much worse. 

He sensed Iris watching him and his hands tighten around his glass. She had no idea, did she? He wasn’t sure if Iris was actually aware of what Eris had figured out. He also hadn’t had a chance to really process what happened and it was all too much. He couldn’t look at her for too long — everything in him ached when he did. Was this what a mating bond was supposed to feel like? 

Someone that was all his own. Someone that was his in a way no one would ever be.

He hated it. This feeling of losing control. Having feelings at all.

Having a mate. 

Oh gods, he liked that more than he’d care to admit. 

He shot back his drink in one gulp then held out his glass that Lucien warily refilled. Iris gave him a bewildered look as she placed her own glass gently on the table then turned back to Elain and Lucien who were watching the two of them with barely contained amusement.

“You have such a beautiful home.” she finally said with a smile. “It’s so cozy and welcoming.”

“Thank you!” Elain said brightly. “Lucien and I really wanted a place that felt that way. Neither of us is much for fanfare.”

“If it was up to Helion, we would be living lavishly inside his obnoxious palace but he was nice enough to let us venture on our own here.” Lucien said with a chuckle.

“That’s very generous of him.” Iris commented. “I didn’t realize you had such a close relationship with him.”

Lucien stole a glance at a mute Eris who only glared at his brother and then gave Iris a small smile. “He has been incredibly good to us both.”

“Eris mentioned you play the piano beautifully.” Elain jumped in with a smile. “Lucien plays really well too! You two will have to play us a song together at some point.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun.” Iris said, smiling widely, and glanced at Eris who still avoided looking at her. “I’d love that! This one has never offered.”

“That’s because he’s terrible at it.” Lucien said with a mischievous grin towards his brother. “Did Eris ever tell you about the one and only time he attempted to play the piano? He was so bad at it, that the instructor resigned almost immediately due to the levels of distress he caused.”

Iris raised her brows at her husband who rolled his eyes at the chuckles around him and finally spoke stiffly, “That idiot was terrible at his job, stuttering like an imbecile. How am I expected to learn to play the piano if his fingers were trembling all over the place?” he asked indignantly.

“As if a measly instructor could stand against the wrath of a tiny Eris.” Elain teased.

“You must’ve petrified him immediately,” Iris commented with a small smile and glanced his way. Eris licked his lips, his gaze flickering to Iris’s mouth and then back up at her eyes. 

“I like instilling fear. It gets people to do what I want much quicker.”

“I doubt that always works for you, does it?”

“There has ever only been one exception, wife.” he replied with a raised brow and Iris flushed, the atmosphere between them immediately tensing.

It took all of his willpower not to pounce on her instantly. He hadn't tasted anything he’d been offered since they arrived and if Lucien and Elain noticed the scent change, they were gracious enough not to show it. His mind kept wandering to what her skin would taste like. What she would look like when he had her splayed before him and spread those lovely thighs to —

He scowled immediately. This was absolutely ridiculous. He was more self-composed than this. Eris would not let himself become an imbecile just because they had kissed and happened to be mates. He stole a glance at his wife as she continued conversing with their hosts.

Mine.

His grip tightened on his glass. In a way, this reaction made absolute sense with the way they’d moved so carefully around each other before. Were they both that pathetic that kissing would seemingly destroy the self-control they had? 

Eris swallowed, ignoring another look from Lucien, focusing only on the drink in his hand. As long as Iris didn’t move too close to him or touch him, he would be fine. He could be composed. He was a Prince.

Who really, really, really wanted to kiss his wife again. And do many, many other things to her.

He stole another glance at Iris and immediately regretted it as she smiled at Lucien then much to his dismay, cautiously placed a hand on Eris’s thigh as she continued, “Eris mentioned you —”

She didn’t get a chance to finish the statement as the glass in his hand shattered and Iris’s head snapped towards her husband in shock.

A beat of silence passed then Eris glanced down at what remained of the glass in his hand and blinked up at his brother. “I think my drink was too strong.” he said lamely.

He shouldn’t have looked at her again but he did and swallowed as Iris’s mouth fell open then closed, baffled for a moment, her eyes flickering between his tense face and his now bleeding hand. She blanched at the sight.

“Are you alright?” Iris demanded and despite her tone, gently took his hand in hers to inspect it.

“I don’t think you should do that.” Eris said tightly. If she kept touching him, he would not make it through the rest of the day. 

“You’re bleeding.” she snapped. “You might have little pieces of glass stuck in your hand and I don’t want you to —”

“Iris — wait —”

“— I need to clean it and then —”

“Lucien.” Eris snapped, snatching his hand out of Iris’s grip, and glanced at his brother with wide eyes. “I need to walk off this drink.”

“I — okay.” Lucien said with a confused glance to his wife then shot his brother a bewildered look. “We can take a walk outside.” 

Iris frowned at her empty hands then looked up at Eris, annoyed. “Well, let me clean your hands first, Eris.”

“I can get something for that — “ Elain began but Eris cut everyone off as he stood abruptly.

“I need fresh air.” he said hoarsely and gestured to the shattered glass. “Nobody touch that. I will clean it.”

“Eris – “ Iris tried again but he whirled rather wildly towards her and she froze.

“Wife.” he rasped. “If I stay here for another moment, I will do something very, very stupid and will not have a single slither of regret. Now, if you will all excuse me, I will walk this drink off.”

And the three of them watched silently as Eris briskly exited the room.

Lucien paused for a moment and looked at Iris curiously as she stared after her husband in disbelief. 

“Well.” Elain blinked. “That was rather dramatic of him.”

“I can’t believe him.” she muttered then turned to Elain. “I’m so sorry for the mess. I don’t know what made that happen but let me go check on —.”

“I’ll go see what’s wrong.” Lucien interrupted gently. “He’s my brother. I can handle this.”

Iris took a step forward but paused as Lucien waved her off with a reassuring smile. She gave Lucien a tight smile in return as he left to follow Eris and bit her lip. He had — that was — she wasn’t sure what that was but Iris could only stand dumbfounded.

“That doesn’t mean they’re going to hit each other, does it?” Iris asked quietly after a moment, her eyes still searching for wherever Eris had escaped to. 

“Maybe, but it’s all done lovingly,” Elain said and Iris turned to find her holding back a laugh. “Being affectionate with each other makes them nauseous.”

“Not surprising in the slightest.” Iris said then shook her head with a sigh, holding out her hands. “I’m sorry if things are…tense.”

Elain’s lips twitched. “Don’t even worry about it…first meetings and all.” she began gently. “Did something happen before you came? You seem to be worried about him.”

Iris flushed instantly and looked away from Elain towards the door Eris had exited from. 

Did something happen? Why, yes. She had finally kissed her husband and had been about two seconds away from climbing him like a tree. Iris bit her lip and glanced at Elain who encouragingly patted Iris’s arm. 

“Don’t feel pressured to say anything. I just want to make you feel comfortable.”

Iris groaned. “You’re so nice. I’m sorry we’re being — whatever this is.” she immediately said, waving a hand and Elain laughed.

“It’s fine! You have no idea how strange it is to see Eris with a wife.”

“You have no idea how strange it is being Eris’s wife.” she said with a huff of laughter. “He’s so…. ridiculous. What kind of exit was that!”

“He’s always been that way.” Elain said with a chuckle. “But don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Oh, I’m not too worried. I’m definitely going to choke him later for this.”

Elain raised a brow then smiled knowingly. “Will you? You seemed very concerned a few moments ago.”

Iris blinked then as calmly as possible said, “I can’t stand him actually.”

“You’re about to break your neck to see him through the window.”

“I want to break his neck,” Iris replied, momentarily distracted when she saw her husband pass by said window. She could tell he was frustrated by his pacing and it made her tense. Was he — was he truly upset by the timing of their kiss? She knew he liked it but something — something had shifted his thought process. Iris had hardly been given a moment to really think it all through, but Eris seemed ready to launch himself into the sun.

It was just a kiss. A kiss that felt so…right. At least for her. 

Iris narrowed her eyes at the open window even though Eris hadn’t passed by it again. Had she done something wrong? Was it bothering him that she was friendly with Lucien after all the jokes she made about him? She blinked. That couldn’t be it. He had been looking forward to them being friends.

“Yes, that is the exact look someone has when they want to break someone’s neck.” Elain said with a laugh and Iris turned back to her sister-in-law. She gave Elain a sheepish smile and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Again, I’m sorry.” she said quietly, her fists clenching then unclenching. “We had a…difficult morning before coming here and then had a bit of a moment right before we came —”

“Yes, Lucien mentioned something about that.” Elain said and Iris’s face flushed again at the grin on her face. She opened her mouth then closed it, brows furrowed.

“How?” she then demanded. “He was with us the whole time.”

“Mating bond,” was all Elain offered then giggled at Iris’s indignant expression. “I have to say, I’m very happy that you two seem to be getting along well.”

“Did you miss the part where I said I wanted to break his neck?” 

Which, of course, was a lie anyone could see right through. Iris wanted to kiss his neck maybe. See how he liked it if Iris decided to get a taste of him the way he had teased her outside.

“Getting along very well, it seems.” Elain said and Iris was mortified to realize the scent of the room had changed. 

“Oh gods.” came her response and Elain let out a hearty laugh as Iris covered her face. “I’m so sorry. This is disgusting. We just met — I’m in your home — this is absolutely his fault for behaving like a —”

Elain only patted her back sympathetically and tried not to laugh again. “Please, don’t apologize. This is extremely amusing.” she said. “Besides, I lived with my sister and her mate for a while. I’ve learned to very quicklytune out anything I don’t wish to see, smell, or hear.”

Iris pursed her lips, squinting at Elain who poorly attempted to hide her glee.

“To be fair, this is our first time out in public where we can be comfortable with each other.” Iris muttered, fingers smoothing down the fabric of her dress. “Usually, we have to pretend I’m a doormat and he’s a maniac.”

“Oh, I understand.” Elain said with a snort, “Try to pretend you don’t want to jump his bones while your sisters and their friends are all in one room.” 

Iris tilted her head curiously. “Eris mentioned you and Lucien took time to get to know each other.” 

Elain smiled down at her hands. “I had a hard time coming to terms with turning fae and getting a mate all in one breath.” she said and glanced at Iris. “Once I let myself give Lucien a chance, it was a whole different battle trying not to have everyone else know I wanted him just by being in the same room.”

The corner of Iris’s mouth lifted at Elain’s expression. “I bet Lucien enjoyed that.”

“He kept behaving like a true gentleman which only made me feel like a wild woman desperate to get his clothes off.”

Iris laughed then gave Elain a pointed look, thinking of every moment her husband had said the most scandalous things to her. “Yeah, no. Eris is just a heathen. Nothing gentlemanly there.”

Elain snorted. “Sure.” she teased. “Judging by the glass all over my floor, I’d say he’s struggling a lot more than you think.”

At the reminder, Iris rubbed a hand to her forehead, roses blooming on her cheeks. He had been right. Kissing him right before this visit had been a terrible idea. Now she wanted to hurtle herself into the sun. 

“I should go check on him.” she said quietly, giving Elain a small smile. “As much as I want to punch him in the face much of the time, I — I want to make sure he’s okay.”

Elain’s gaze softened and she shared Iris’s smile. “He’ll be fine, Lucien pushes his buttons but he’ll make sure Eris is okay.”

Iris nodded slowly, her gaze back towards the open window where she could see Eris and Lucien talking in the distance. She had to fight back the urge to follow him and instead turned back to Elain, who was watching her with that same smile.

Flushing, Iris let out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry. This is all…” she started and waved a hand. “Very new for me.” 

Elain chuckled. “I’ll bet.” Her sister-in-law watched her for a moment then spoke gently, “He’s been very lonely, you know.” she said. “He pretends otherwise but…I think he’s needed someone like you for a long while now.” 

Iris felt her smile slowly slide off her face and she glanced down at her hands. 

“Eris always says how we’re two sides of the same coin,” she began in a low voice. “The more time I spend with him, the more I see how much we work well together. How much we…match.”

Even if it scared the living shit out of her.

“It didn’t start off that way though, did it.” Elain said, the corner of her mouth ticking up.

Iris shook her head and said softly, “No, it did not…but I think we were meant to find each other. Unpleasant circumstances aside, I…am glad for it.” She licked her lips and tugged gently at her ear. “I’m assuming he, uh, mentioned how we got married.”

“He might have.” Elain said slyly and Iris rolled her eyes.

“He comes by here often enough, doesn’t he?” she asked with a chuckle as she glanced around the home. “My beautiful flowers are always from you.” 

Elain laughed and reached out to squeeze Iris’s hand. “I hope that’s okay.” she said gently. “I’m always so happy he feels comfortable sharing with Lucien and me. They haven’t had it easy. We’ve gotten a lot closer.”

Elain gave Iris a warm smile as she continued, “Despite the rough start you two had, I’m glad he has you to shake him up and get him out of the mold everyone keeps trying to shove him in.” she said. “You see him. And he needs that more than anything. He isn’t used to kind or gentle and Eris may not want that all the time but he certainly needs it.”

Kindness. Iris thought about that word and what her mother-in-law had told her.

“You and Lady Enya share similar thoughts.” 

“She is our mother-in-law and we both strongly disliked her sons at first.” Elain said with a wink. “This wouldn’t be the first time she’s dealt with this.” 

Iris let out a chuckle, smoothing down her dress again. “The last thing I ever expected was Eris Vanserra to be kind to me.” she said quietly. “It’s been so…unexpected.”

Elain smiled knowingly. “I felt so wary of Lucien at first. I didn’t want anything to do with him.” she said then shrugged as her smile turned fond. “But we were meant to find each other too. He was my mate for a reason and despite the circumstances of our meeting, Lucien was one of the best things that happened to me.”

A mate. Gods, Iris thought. She had gone into this marriage barely wanting a husband but now…she not only had a husband, but a friend. She wondered if…would it be silly to think that Eris could be her mate? The intensity between them would certainly make sense but…mates were equals in some way and Eris…well, she certainly was not on equal footing. 

He was the son of a High Lord. She was the daughter of a fiend. 

A shitty father was the common denominator between them but…he was still hers now. Her husband.

And her shitty father couldn’t take that away from her.

The word mine flashed through her mind.

She pursed her lips and rubbed at her forehead gently. Too much was happening so fast. Too many emotions, too many feelings. Iris wasn’t so sure she was ready for everyone to know exactly how she was feeling. Until she felt brave enough to figure it out.

“I…tolerate him.” she finally said and Elain rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Right.”

Iris gave her sister-in-law a pointed look, changing the subject. “He speaks so highly of you. I want to know more about you and Lucien. I’d love to know what it’s been like to live in this court.”

“And know more about Eris too, I presume?” Elain asked and it was Iris’s turn to roll her eyes at the suggestive look on her sister-in-law’s face.

“If you’d like to share.” Iris said casually. “I guess it would be interesting to know what he’s like through your eyes.” 

“You guess, huh?” Elain asked with a wiggle of her brow and Iris’s lips twitched.

“I wouldn’t say no to whatever you decided to share.” she said with an air of indifference and Elain laughed.

“The first time I was in direct contact with him after the war was at a ball.” Elain began with a grin. “We didn’t even speak to each other, we just observed each other from a distance. I think he was trying to scope me out and tell Lucien about me.” She rolled her eyes with another fond smile. “He ended up proposing to my sister that evening.”

“Did he now?” Iris asked with as light of a tone as possible. She would not get jealous of something that happened before her time or of Elain’s mysterious sister who had to be magnificent to get a reaction like that from Eris. Nope, she would not be jealous at all.

Elain froze. “Had he not mentioned that?” she squeaked and Iris snorted.

“No, but I am very intrigued,” she said. “Please Elain, don’t hold back now.” 

Like a deer caught in the wild, Elain blinked rapidly as her cheeks turned pink and Iris couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I think I should stop talking.” Elain said promptly.

“And I think we should take a walk in your beautiful garden that Eris is always raving about and make fun of my husband.” Iris said with a pointed look. “You’re the only one I can get true intel from, Elain.”

Elain groaned, covering her face with her hands which only made Iris smile. “I shouldn’t have said anything! I feel terrible!”

Iris chuckled and nudged her with a shoulder. “There’s nothing to feel terrible about. This was before my time and besides, you really expect Eris to tell me about something like that?” she said with an eye roll. “Eris sharing anything is like him trying to pass a kidney stone the size of a building.” 

Elain snorted and then doubled over laughing. “Oh, you! I like you.” she said and then gave her a sly look. “You’re right. Let’s take a walk and get to know each other better. I’ll spill some secrets while we’re at it that you absolutely did not get from me.”

Looping an arm through Elain’s, Iris patted her hand. “Secrets? What secrets?” Iris said airily. “We’re just going to take a walk and you’re going to tell me all about your lovely garden.”

“Of course.” Elain agreed with a serious nod. “Nothing about your husband, of course.”

“Naturally. Talking about him is nauseating.”

Elain let out a laugh and shook her head. “Yes, so nauseating you can’t keep your eyes off him for a moment.” 

And indeed, the moment Iris stepped outside, her eyes locked in on her husband and his pacing once more. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

[sunnomnoms]

Hey! Could I request Elliot from stardew valley with a chubby enby reader? I don’t have a specific idea in mind, but maybe him trying romance them and they think he’s just being a sweet friend because no one’s ever shown a particular interest in them? And eventually hen like grabs their face and (oh so gently and elegantly) forces them to realize he’s not “just being nice”

Sorry if that isn’t well worded, I am high as shit rn but thank you for considering this ♥️ you’re amazing

LMAO you’re alright! I wrote these as headcanons because of course I did I’m silly.

Warnings: mentions of insecurity, small talks on body, etc. elliott isn’t sure if your gender lmao. also it’s really long?

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Upon arriving in Pelican Town, you were quite literally the talk of the town. They hadn’t seen a new person in years move in, so the others were keen on giving their greetings to you along with small house warming gifts. Elliott was no different in this regard- the only difference was his hesitation to approach you on his own.

When you met him, you had bumped into him after leaving the pier. It was early, you had the scent of bait on you… you certainly weren’t your most graceful self. But Elliott didn’t bat an eye, instead introducing himself and said how he wished the two of you met sooner- you had been in town for about a week or so now. He took your hand gently, placing an apple in the palm of it and told you how he hopes the two of you cross paths again- and how he hopes you enjoy the life you’ve started here in the valley. Elegant, sweet, and gentle his words were.

But it was very much a played up act. He had no idea how to act, he was so unbelievably charmed by you from the second he laid his eyes on you. it wasn’t even that you did much to catch his eye, it was how the light hit your eyes and the way you carried yourself that seemed to catch him so off guard. That apple was his breakfast, he had absolutely no intention of giving it away that morning. Long after you had headed home from the pier, he had sat on the dock completely frazzled as he tried to figure out what fuse within him just blew… without breakfast.

Elliott’s sexuality was always up in the air to him, but seeing you confirmed to himself he wasn’t really sure he cared what gender his partner was. This was partially because he wasn’t fully sure how you identified upon looking at you.

With such a flustered first impression, it was no surprise to anyone when he fell head over heals for you.

Your selfless nature fed his infatuation with him. Gifts of pomegranate wine and home made crab cakes made his hopeless romantic heart swell at the thought of you. He hardly even remembered the time he told you how he loved pomegranates, but the fact that you remembered… it made him so love sick it hurt. He treasured every little thing he received from you, writing sappy entries to his journal every time he received anything from you.

Without trying, you played his heart strings like a harp into the most beautiful of melodies.

Elliott couldn’t sit idly as you did so much to make him feel so strongly about you. Under the guise that you were certainly trying to romance him, he began his own advances.

Unfortunately… you were uh……

… dense.

He’d never say so out loud, no. But your innocent lack of acknowledgement of his clearly romantic advances frustrated him, yet still somehow made him even more infatuated with you.

Being in such a small town, being such the recluse he is, he has no intentions of letting his feelings for you go to waste. Hardly ever did he want others close to him or within his space. Until you. You were so much different to him, such a precious soul. He had full intention to sweep you off your feet.

But… how is it you were able to read his entire romance novel he explicitly said you inspired him to write and see it as platonic…?

And when the flower dance came, how is it you read that as a simple dance between two friends? even with how close you two were? Elliott to this day is still dazed by it, how did you not read the intense feelings behind it all?

Or when the dance of the moonlight jellies came, how is it that you never mentioned the hand Elliott gently placed on your waist? do you have any idea how much he had to hype himself up for that?!

As much as he adored you, you drove him insane.

A short period of time passes where Elliott is hurt, genuinely hurt. He didn’t understand how you did all the little things that made him fuzzy inside without meaning it romantically. Were you just being friendly? Did Elliott misread this entire dynamic between the two of you? Even if so, that doesn’t solve the feelings that Elliott’s developed… and something had to be done.

A late night laying in bed, staring at his ceiling as he was thinking brought him to the conclusion that you must not realize what you’re doing to him, and not realize what he feels for you… despite how glaringly obvious it was.

He eventually came to terms with the fact he would have to be entirely honest and up front. No fancy tricks, no gentle gestures to suggest he likes you, just a genuine confession.

and so he had asked you to meet him at the pier you two first met at one night.

Before you arrived, he paced thinking about what he’d say. He knew he had to be forward with you, but he didn’t want to word it in a way that makes you feel like you owe him anything. You didn’t. this wasn’t a confession to make anything official between the two of you, this was to clear Elliott’s conscious. Besides… Elliott is under the impression you likely don’t feel the same.

When you arrive, Elliot greets you kindly as he asks how your day was and all that sort as you sat at the edge of the pier, looking out at the gem sea. Just hearing you speak eased his nerves, even if it’s you talking about how you had to wrestle your cattle back into their barn one night.

When Elliott changed the topic, his face visibly dropped a little. He’d gotten to a point of feeling guilty for how he felt for you if you most certainly hadn’t felt the same.

“Farmer, I… I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you.” He spoke lowly and avoided your eyes as he said it, his hand fiddling with his sleeve nervously.

Watching you perk up and speak filled him with hope just for a second.

“oh, I’ve got all sorts of feelings for you too man- you’re one of my best friends and I really treasure our friendship! I never really had friends in the city-”

No way. no actual fucking way that just flew over your head.

He placed a hand on your shoulder with a ‘pat’, stopping your ramble immediately. He deadpanned at you- not as if he was upset or anything, he was… amazed. bewildered, really.

“[Y/N], I am romantically attracted to you.”

He watched your face as you processed his words, your face flushing red as you reach the conclusion Elliott has desperately been trying to lead you to.

Seeing as you clearly understood now, Elliott’s face softened as he went to speak.

“I-I have those… those feelings for you too.” You cut him off before he could even begin.

You continued on, explaining that you didn’t exactly expect him to like him like that because you never exactly got much attention from those in the city. You explained you were sure he had to just be being friendly, as you said ‘there’s always someone more attractive, more elegant, skinnier, you know.’

But Elliott didn’t know. Was the city really so cruel to one’s image of themself? He hardly visited often, and sure he felt a bit out of place while he was there. Seeing as you were someone who lived there, surely living with that feeling of being out of place was unbearable. Never for a second did he doubt you were someone who was beautiful, did those in the city disagree? … how?

Elliott was quiet for a moment as he processed everything. Sure, you felt the same, but he can be happy about that in a second.

“I never once thought of you as anything else besides beautiful.” He finally mutters. He watches you fluster at the comment, but before you could cover your face with your hands he takes them gently.

“I-, I really mean it. I had no idea you had such a cruel view of yourself, I can’t imagine thinking so negatively of you. I’m sorry if it’s overwhelming to hear, but you’re… uh-” He mentally fumbles for a second, looking back up at you from your hands. “I realize I never asked- then again it never came up- uh, do you have a preference as to what you’re called? pretty? handsome?” He smiles sheepishly.

Hearing you laugh at his fumbling is worth it, though.

The night ends with the two of you chatting about Elliott’s prior clear signs of romantic feelings and your own density to them. it’s light hearted, of course, Elliott holds no real disdain for you.

The world feels a little lighter on Elliott’s shoulder now, and he feels a little warmer inside. Especially as you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

[fushiglow]

What is the best plotwist idea for jujutsu at the end of the work? 1.itadori reveals himself to be the villain. 2.nobara will hit the sukuna's soul. 3.sukuna stay good. 4.kenjaku merges with tengen. 2. do you think it's likely that if megumi came back again he wouldn't become a new suguru geto Why did he ''kill'' his teacher and sister Don't you think that if he really comes back he would be ''fine'' with everything he ''did''? I appreciate you answering my questions and thank you very much for always interacting with us.

I'm a big fan of the Yūji and Sukuna are twins/doppelgängers/the same person theories! So, I suppose my answer is number one, though I don't think it would make Yūji the villain on anything more than a technicality.

As for your second question, of course Megumi will be devastated by the blood on "his" hands, but I really believe he's going to come out the other side of this ordeal intact.

I see Megumi as the symbol of the new generation that Gojō was trying to nurture. He's a child from one of the three traditional jujutsu clans, and also the inheritor of the prized clan technique, powerful enough to defeat a Six Eyes user. Importantly, however, Megumi is also the son of the "black sheep" of that clan.

Tōji, who suffered greatly at the hands of the Zen'in clan, called his son "blessing". Thus, in Jujutsu Kaisen, Megumi is the physical representation of Tōji's hopes and dreams for a better future in this world of curses. When Tōji died, Gojō inherited his hopes and dreams and, indeed, his "blessing", picking up Megumi as his first student and saving him from walking down the path that perpetuates this cycle of suffering.

Because of this, I've always felt that the triangle of relationships between Tōji, Gojō, and Megumi is at the heart of Jujutsu Kaisen. Aside from the fact that Tōji is the man that set the story in motion during the events of Hidden Inventory, there's a lot of history and trauma between these characters. It's obvious how much of an impact Tōji had on Gojō, but the relationships between Tōji and Megumi, and Megumi and Gojō, remain relatively unexplored. I fully expect Gege Akutami to pick up those loose threads before the end of the story.

If Megumi is the symbol of the new generation that Gojō was trying to nurture, then I don't think he's doomed to follow in Getō's footsteps. For Gojō, Megumi is the bridge between the past and the present. His biggest regret was that he couldn't save his best friend. What will Gojō's legacy be if the very first student he took on in the wake of Getō's defection ends up the same way as Getō? It would mean he ultimately failed at resetting the system that led his best friend down that dark path and that would be a very bleak way to end the story.

We talk all the time about Gojō's many failures, but I think we're about to see the fruits of his labour (this also lines up with my personal theory that karma, fate, and cursed energy are inextricably linked in Jujutsu Kaisen — and Tōji, Gojō, and Megumi are at the centre of that!). While things look hopeless for Megumi right now, I think Yūji is the key to helping him out of the darkness he's undoubtedly lost in. They will ultimately become the proof that Gojō's efforts weren't wasted (though I still believe we're heading towards a bittersweet ending), because Yūji will save Megumi before the end of the story — just like Megumi saved Yūji at the start of it. Gojō had faith that his students could see this through, and so do I!

Thanks for the question, and sorry for taking a while to respond! ♥️

[fraugwinska]

🧃 & 🪐 please

Thank you Anon ♥️ love these little truth and dares!

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

Here's a fun one: I have, for many years, firmly believed that I did fly as a kid. There was a memory of me when I was in elementary school, after school hours, alone on its playground and I wanted to skip down some stairs, but instead flew/floated down. It was-and still is- super vivid in my mind, and I'd still like to believe I really did ♥

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

oh that's sweet... well, first would be the Fanfic I write. Method to Madness was a long time Headcanon story, and I never thought it would become as big as it does, neither in response nor in word mass. but I love it, I live writing it and love to see how many people like it.

second would be the friendships I made over the past 2 months in the Fandom of Hazbin Hotel. So many cool, talented, funny, awesome people that share my interests - that's something I really lacked when I was a teen in Fandoms. it's like I'm reliving these moments the way I should have all these years ago and I'm so grateful for every interaction with these fantastic, beautiful souls!

Last but not least : I have a wonderful relationship. My partner is the best thing that happened to me EVER, and we are in a place where, even though we're not perfect and still fight from time to time, there is no day wasted without sincerely telling and showing each other how much we love one another. (Marius, you'll never see this, but I love you ♥)

[jeeyuns]

hi teenie 🫶🏼 i hope you had fun tonight and i can’t wait to hear all about yours and britt’s wine night mwah

for the sleepover asks… and you CAN’T choose both same as you did me, but i’m thinking i want to make you pick between sweaty hairy-chest giggly eddie giving you a big huge giant hug OR soft mischievous buck cooking you dinner and sharing his win w you <3

ideal is both honestly because reasons but you must chose ♥️♥️♥️

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ok now that i wasted 10 minutes chasing binx around the house in order to get my thoughts in order. ahem--

i'm SO sorry sweaty hairy-chest giggly eddie who just wants to give me a hug WAHHHH i'm going with soft mischievious buck who's smirk would drop my panties with the force of his upturned pink lips. cooking moi dinner?????? ouf ouf ouf miam!!!!!!

and he shares it and his thoughtful wine selection with me???/ please my legs are open. eddie can pop in for dessert or something but eyes, heart, legs, arms, soul are on buck in this scenario

yes, ideally both. (i hate you)

send me sleepover saturday asks!

[clairelsonao3]

Happy STS! ♥️ You can go back in time and give yourself one piece of writing advice. What is it?

Happy STS! Thanks for the ask!

WRITE WHAT YOU WANT TO WRITE.

I'd scream it from the rooftops if I could. It's too late for me, but I can still scream it to you and to whoever else is reading this.

Now, that doesn't mean "don't pay attention to your craft" or "don't ask for or listen to feedback" or "don't try to improve yourself" or "don't write for an audience (even if it's an audience of one)." You should do all of those things, because they will help you. I spent many, many years doing those things, and that's why my writing is at the level it currently is. (And I'm the type of person who can cry for an hour over the tiniest piece of criticism, so needless to say this wasn't easy). It doesn't even mean "don't try to get published" or "don't try to understand the market," because even if we're writing what we want to write, we ALL want an audience, and that's okay. And there's nothing wrong with trying to find one, wherever it may be.

But for the love of god, don't waste even a second of time writing anything you're only writing because you think that's what the market wants, or that's what some readers (that you've never even met before and don't care about, or even actively dislike) want.

I can't even tell you how much time I wasted in the belief that certain types of fiction were the only worthwhile types of fiction for a "good" writer, and I was never allowed to write anything else. Or how much time I wasted trying to chase market trends, or tone down (or dumb down) ideas I had because I thought they wouldn't sell or wouldn't appeal to the kind of readers or agents or critics or literary cognoscenti I actually, literally loathed from the deepest depths of my soul.

Needless to say, writing to try to please people you hate is not the way to succeed in writing.

And that's been today's rant. Thanks for letting me vent!

[whydoifeelthisquiet]

welcome to my blog! 🐌🪷✨🧸ིྀ

AKA an interactive diary/community/cozy potluck for misfits/commonplace book in which I share my thoughts/writing and also gush over Taylor Swift and everything else I love! <3

…this is a safe space for everyone except for bigots or exclusionists of any kind, you are not welcome & will be blocked immediately if you interact!

prev url: proudtobeaswiftie — I miss my original url I’ve had it since I was 11, but I also want to expand my blog though I’m still mainly Taylor <3 (url courtesy of the song that’s saved me several times: Block Me Out by Gracie Abrams). I’m overly sentimental so who knows when my url could change back or change completely !

I’m a writer & artist !

I’m an English Major (with a concentration in writing), and I’m in my senior year. I’m minoring in literature. I’m very passionate about the things I’m studying. I’m an (almost) certified dork.

I love to read and write more than anything — I’m in love with literature and the arts…the magic it holds is what sets my soul on fire…cheesy but true. <3

I LOVE BOOKS, MUSIC, FILM, THEATRE, TV SHOWS, PAINTINGS…BASICALLY JUST ALL ART FORMS, SOso MUCH

I’m physically Disabled due to a very rare genetic condition and I have a lot of medical issues. I talk about it on my blog and I am an aspiring Disability advocate / activist. In the process of opening up about it…ahhh🫣 (if anyone wants to talk about disability, I am very open to the conversation, especially if you need some disabled friends who get it!)

I’ve had a Taylor Swift fanpage since I was 11 years old…I’m almost 22 now. I will be Swiftie shitposting until my last breath!

I’m a fan of pretty much anything, I would make a list, but this would be the longest post in tumblr history.

If you ever need a friend, someone to rant to, support, or if you’re dying to fangirl with someone else, I’m here, always. ♥️

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Sending so much love! Thanks for stopping by <3

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

Timmy’s stories ♥️

Baby, baby, baby

From the day I saw you

I really, really wanna catch your eye

There's something special 'bout you

I must really like you

There's not a lotta guys are worth my time

Ooh baby, baby, baby

It's gettin' kind of crazy

'Cause you are takin' over my mind

And it feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

And I swear, it feels like, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

Oh, baby, baby, baby

I see us on our first date

You're doin' everything that makes me smile

And when we had our first kiss

It happened on a Thursday

Ooh, it set my soul on fire

Ooh, baby, baby, baby

I can't wait for the first time

My imagination's runnin' wild

It feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

And I swear it, baby, it feels like, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

"I'm sayin', he don't even know what he's doin' to me

Got me feelin' all crazy inside

I'm feelin like, "Oww!" (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Doin' more than I've ever done for anyone's attention

Take notice of what's in front of you

'Cause did I mention? (Oww!)

You're 'bout to miss a good thing

And you'll never know how good it feels to have all of my affection

And you'll never get a chance to experience my lovin' (Oww!)

'Cause my lovin' feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

And I swear it feels like, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

Will you ever know it?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Will you ever know it?

"I'm gonna have to just go ahead and call this boy

Hello? Can I speak to -- to Michael?

Oh hey, how you doin'?

Uh, I feel kinda silly doin' this, but uhh...

This is the waitress from the coffee house on 39th and Lennox

You know, the one with the braids?

Yeah, well, I see you on Wednesdays all the time

You come in every Wednesday on your lunch break, I think

And you always order the special, with the hot chocolate

And my manager be tripping and stuff

Talking 'bout we gotta use water

But I always use some milk and cream for you

'Cause I think you're kinda sweet

Anyway, you always got on some fly blue suit

'N your cuff links are shining all bright

So, whatchu do? Oh, word? Yeah, that's interesting

Look, man, I mean, I don't wanna waste your time, but...

I know girls don't usually do this

But I was wondering if maybe we could get together

Outside the restaurant one day?

'Cause I do look a lot different outside my work clothes

I mean, we could just go across the street to the park right here

Wait, hold up, my cell phone's breakin' up, hold up

Can you hear me now? Yeah

So, what day did you say?

Oh yeah, Thursday's perfect, man"

And it feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

Baby, baby, I swear, it's like, ooh

But you don't know my name, no, no, no

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

And it feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

And I swear on my mother and father it feels like...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

[jackinalex]

Hi, I loved reading WCW, in fact I have reread it a couple of times and I can tell you it hit me right in the feels. The characters are very well developed and at the same time there is still a lot that can be learned about them which keeps me on my toes. I really enjoy the dialogue - description ratio and it makes it super easy to follow. I know it’s easier said than done but try to focus on the people who enjoy your stories. There will always be someone who will never like whatever you do, there’s almost 8 billion of us. So try not to waste your time on them. There is always space for constructive criticism but if there is nothing of value, imagine them as a real person, not just a nameless comment and think about whether you would take them seriously and respect their opinion if they told you that face to face. And lastly focus on why you are writing it in the first place. I imagine it must be because you enjoy it and if it brings you joy then that is all that matters. Everything else is just a bonus because you decided to share it with others. Sending you a lot of positive energy ❤️

Thank you SO fucking much for this. I needed it today. All of the kind feedback you gave me really lifted my spirits and reinvigorated that creative bone in my body that’s been pretty cracked lately. 🥹 but you’re absolutely right. I’ve only ever gotten like one or two negative comments on it and I can’t let them get to me like I do. I guess it’s just that my writing is so personal to me that I’m overly sensitive about it. I put way too much of my soul into my stories lmao. But it does bring me heaps and heaps of joy! And so do all of you. Thank you again for such a lovely message. I hope you had the most wonderful day. ♥️

[thesundowncrew]

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"Mrrowwrr!" quipped the feline, rubbing her face affectionately on the ghoul's until finally he relented.

"All right, all right, settle down now," he shushed before turning to the shopkeep. "How much for a bag?"

"For you, m'Lord? Your presence alone humbles me lil ol' winkshank - take it as a gift! I insist~"

And though Samhain did not refuse the gesture, he knew fae gifts never came free. He offered her a bag of silver in exchange for her 'kindness' and the goblin-dame accepted it just as well.

Nightshade was persistently pawing at him until finally he opened the bag and fed her the treat. She ate it heartily; which was no surprise as it was her first meal since many months after her turning. She meowed every time she wanted another and he fed her dutifully.

"Me own recipe o'herbs an' spices, that is! An' plenty of Lapillaf fish an' organic Mealweed in there for 'em vitamins~" said the seller, proud upon seeing another satisfied customer. Samhain nodded & smiled politely.

"You know you're unable to starve.. I don't see why you insist on eating still," Samhain mumbled under his breath, unsure if the cat on his shoulder could understand him or not.

"A terrible waste o'the senses if we didn't revel in what we had, ain't it m'Lord? One o'the best pleasures in life, eating a meal that warms the stomach an' soul, I always say~" said the seller, as she'd heard him instead.

"Hm. Perhaps," said Samhain. He looked back at the cat, noticing how brightly her eyes gleamed and how loudly she was purring. He fed her another piece with a smile. "Perhaps you're right."

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I made a sketch for this around the same time I came up with the idea for #tos_marketplace ♥️ It's been a while since I posted so hope yall like it & lemme know what you guys think~

Read Tales of Sundown on #webtooncanvas today ✨🍀💀

[the-darkdragonfly]

Tempest - A Captain Duckling Tale

Chapter Two

A Princess on the run. A Captain chasing a ghost. Two lost souls meant to find each other.

♥️♥️♥️

Her father had heard them one afternoon, Emma on the rail of the barn, Neal’s hands steady as he groomed the dark bay stallion which belonged to his King. He had laughed, a forefinger chucked under her chin and he praised the imagination of the boy they had taken in to raise alongside her. 

It was before. And it had been so much more simple then. 

But there had been something in her father’s eyes when she asked him if it was real, the tale of the man with a hook for a hand who fought crocodiles and mermaids and fed children to demons on a deserted island, that hammered her heart, and his reply- no, of course not, my darling- fell flat and cold in the space between them. 

That was the only time he had lied to her. 

She had forgotten, until now, that day in the barn. And as the ship creaked peacefully around her, lulled on the gentle waves which had tried so desperately to kill her only hours before, she could easily recall the smell of the hay, the sound of the horses as they moved about their stalls. She remembered the stretch of Neal’s shoulders under the linen of his shirt, the snarl of his voice when she finally had gotten up the courage to ask him why the man in the dungeon called him Bae. 

What was her father doing now? Emma wondered, silent still as she watched the dangerous form of the man who sat at the table, careful and relaxed, a vision of unaffected indifference. But his jaw twitched twice and she saw the lines of tension and fatigue nipping at his soul. He may be a monster; but he was still just a man.

Had her father found her horse, still tethered loosely at the dock, likely stomping and irritated to be left behind on such an adventure, and the note she had left, tear stained and sloppy, adrenaline quaking beneath her skin. 

She knew her parents. They would never stop looking for her. They would never give up hope.

Hope was something they semeed to have in spades, though as she cried silently that night on the floor of her bedroom, scared and stupid and so very much alone, she knew all the hope in the world wouldn’t stop the raw terror of the unknown thing which settled itself into her heart. 

Her father would be devastated. Angry and unable to find a target for his rage. She hadn’t said why. In all of her fury and the scorn she bore across her soul and painful understanding now burned into her blood, she wouldn’t betray him like he had her. They were the only family he had ever known, and while the thought of him wasting away for decades beside the rot of a human he once called father, she knew in her heart of hearts that she would never give him away. Her father would be devastated. He would blame himself, and Emma wouldn’t allow that burden to be carried by anyone by herself. 

Would he ever forgive her? 

Perhaps it didn’t matter. 

For she couldn’t begin to forgive herself. 

♥️♥️♥️

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