#5k gift

[infamous-if]

Thank you for 5,000 followers ! I was thinking of what to post as a thanks and realized I wrote a letter (months ago) in response to this post that I reblogged (see: my tags).

Anyway, I wrote it ages ago for me but I decided to share it as a 5k gift. Here is the hypothetical letter Seven would've written to MC after their first kiss :) (inspired by Alex Turner)

As I write this, I feel vaguely sick to my stomach. Not only have I become acutely aware of my own feelings, but I have become forced to acknowledge the true depth of them. It makes me feel a bit powerless, my body and soul being at the mercy of your hands, lips, feet and every part of you as if I have lost all agency. Maybe I have, in a way. The moment we kissed, I knew immediately I was a goner. In more ways than one. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. Terrifying because I know that I have ruined every kiss hereafter for the rest of my life, sentenced to compare every single one afterwards to yours while knowing they will never live up. Exhilarating because kissing you once has opened the opportunity to kiss you again, even a few more times if you’d like. Possibly forever, if you allow it. 

The intimacy of our friendship these years have comforted in ways no one but us two will ever understand, but the intimacy of a possible relationship comforts me even more. I know, deep down, that this is a bad idea. The cons outweigh the pros: our friendship is too delicate to ruin, and yet I want the alternative so badly that I am willing to risk that nugget of a chance to kiss you again. Will you let me? Or will I be forced to write about it in songs and hope one day you’d connect the dots and save me from the uniquely horrible suffering of an unrequited love? Please don’t let this be a singular moment. Or a lapse in judgment. Or a simple testing of the waters. Please dive completely into the deep end as I already have. 

Yours, Seven. 

[stupidlovepurplepeace]

[jenfaery]

✪ 3.000 ୨୧ make a w͙i͙s͙h͙. ࿙࿚ * 𓈒 ๘♡ಎ

𓋜 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ @2592 ꒱ 𖥔 ° . * 𓍢

[marimbles]

at the risk of sounding like really entitled….

does anyone else have a fic that is their most popular, but you don’t want it to be, because you don’t think it deserves it, and you have better stuff, and while ofc you are grateful that people like something you wrote, it’s almost annoying that for some reason That one is the most popular. lmao

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: Cis-fem!sub Reader Character: Donquixote Doflamingo Kink: #15 Bratty Reader #17 Degradation/Humiliation Prompt: #20 "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @thus-spoke-lo

Summary: Doflamingo up and left you without and word, and upon his return home expects you to kiss him like you missed him. Instead, you snub him, and storm off to your room. Only to have the king of the castle storm in behind you.

Content Notes: degradation, dirty pet names, attitude from the reader and Doffy, string bondage, rough oral sex, edging

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The large hand almost engulfs your face, forcing you to look at him. You can see the vein in his forehead throbbing, despite the wide grin on his face. He’s not amused at all, and frankly, you didn’t want him to be. You were mad.

He had left without a word. For days. You didn’t even get a single word from him over transponder snail and had to find out he was gone on business from fucking Trebol of all people. Which meant you didn’t just get a simple report, you had to humor him for nearly an hour, and he would not stop talking.

Nothing against Trebol, but you hadn’t been in any sort of humoring mood when you’d learned your one and only had just up and ghosted without a single word.

Upon his return Doffy had explained to you that the business at hand had been severely urgent, and that he had been well and truly indisposed during the time he was gone. He wasn’t one who was overly interested in explaining himself, in any capacity, so the fact that he went that far should have been enough.

Normally, it would be.

But normally he didn’t leave you for days at a time without so much as an assurance that he wasn’t dead somewhere.

Implying that someone could take him down had been the wrong choice of words on your part, and now here you were. Face held, and an angry lover in front of you.

Your brows knit, anger welling up in you in return, and you pull your face away, batting his hand aside. You’re painfully aware of the fact that he allowed both actions. He’s always allowed you a level of bodily autonomy he didn’t have to, given his strength and position.

“I was worried. You’re dealing with all manner of people and who knows what lucky bastard fate’s set against you?” You grumble, crossing your arms and turning away. “I did miss you, but – ah!” You feel the strings over take you, binding your body, and forcing your arms behind your back in practice movements.

“Doffy! Let me-aaahhhhmm-shit.” You struggle at first, but his tongue against your neck, and his hand down your pants was too much all at once. He’s persistent, but gentle, and the gentleness is raising your temperature and addling your brain as he deftly teases your clit.

You can hear his laugh flutter against your skin as his voice threads through your ear. “My, my, you’re already soaking wet. My little whore wants to talk back to me? After I already gave her more than she deserved by explaining myself?

“It seems my favorite brat needs a lesson in manners.” He growls, a thick finger sliding into your mouth and pressing against your tongue before you can say anything in protest.

One of the biggest reasons that Doflamingo was able to manipulate you, had almost nothing to do with the fact that he was incredibly good at manipulating people. It was because you were weak to being bound, used, and pump full of either pleasure or pain. Your connection ran deeper than merely shared twisted carnal desires, but you were certain his reaction to your sass was because he had missed you too.

In more ways than one.

And this would handle two issues at once.

You could hear the sloppy wet sounds from your mouth and your thighs, the heat building in your core as you couldn’t hope to squirm away. Your breath was hot and coming out in huffs around his finger and you shiver in the threads around you as the pleasure was making your legs shake.

“ ‘Offy, ‘lease.” You mumble around his finger.

“Mmm, no.” He answers, finger leaving your clit just as you were certain you were going to cum. He cleans his finger off by wiping it on your shirt before he rips the garment away from you. Threads slip between you and the rest of your clothes, ripping them to pieces and leaving the tattered bits to hang from the other threads that held you.

“Not a word.” He growls, taking his finger out of your mouth and walking away. You can hear the shift of cloth from behind you. You aren’t surprised when his strings move you, to see him seated on the edge of your bed, nothing on except his feather coat.

He brings you between his knees, his hand pushing your head to his semi-hard cock. “Welcome me home.” He commands.

You’re already on thin ice, but you’re also still irritated with him, so you give his shaft a few licks and a kiss before you look up at him and stick your tongue out. The devilish grin on his face doesn’t have the throbbing vein to go with it and he laughs.

“I do love that about you,” he admits, grabbing your hair roughly and shoving himself into your mouth. “But it was not a request, my love.”

You do your best to adjust quickly to the assault. His dry cock stuck to your lips a few times until you were able to get everything nice and wet. The discomfort gave way to a more comfortable set up, and Doffy let go of his grip on your hair as you began to suck and lick him properly on your own.

“Much better.” He muses, shifting his hips every now and then to drive himself a little deeper into your throat. “That’s how you greet me properly, slut. I was too kind to request a simple kiss, it seems.”

You lean back to say something, but before you can even squeak, his hand is in your hair again, pushing you back down.

“I said, ‘not a word’, and I meant it, my sweet bird.” He hums, shoving his hard cock down your throat until you’re gagging and crying from the actions. He moves in long enough strokes to allow you to breathe, even giving you a moment to cough and sputter a few times before continuing. He never allows you enough time to speak, and after a few moments he pushes almost painfully deep, forcing your nose into his pubes and forcing stars across your vision.

He pulls out to you sputtering and coughing, tears and snot and drool sliding down your face before he adds his cum to the mess. He smears the mess around your face and down to your chest, pinching your nipples roughly and forcing a yelp from you before he stops.

“Speak, brat, what do you say?” He asks, leaning back and glaring down at you.

“Th-thank you, sir.” You gasp, coughing once more to clear your throat. “Wel… welcome home.” You add quietly, heat flushing through your body.

Strings lift you up, forcing you to straddle his large waist, spreading your legs wide. You can feel his dick twitching against your slit.

“Better,” he muses, pulling a larger scrap of your ruined clothes free and using it to clean up your face. “Now, my sweet little bird, prove you missed me and kiss me accordingly.” He commands.

You can feel some of the threads go slack and you’re able to move your arms again. You reach out, cupping his face in your hands and bringing the two of you together.

“I missed you, Doffy, you bastard.” You say with a genuine smile, closing the small distance between you and kissing him. Softly at first, peppering him with a few brief kisses before parting your lips and urging him to devour you in return.

He held you in place, kissing you sweetly, as you felt the tip of his hard cock prodding your slick folds, pushing slowly into your pussy. You gasped and moaned into the kiss, welcoming the dangerously thick intrusion that promised to properly apologize to you for his extended absence.

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

[earthtooz]

logged back in to see this, thanks guys ^-^

[syrupsyche]

Summary:

With the annual Les Amis de l'ABC gift exchange upon them, Grantaire, Bossuet, and Joly decided to reach out to each other for help getting gifts for...each other?

Naturally, chaos ensues, but perhaps the true gift is the friendship we made along the way <3

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This is my gift to @royce2005 for @drinkwithme-exchange ! This is my first exchange, as well as my first time writing JBR, but I hope anyone who stumbles upon this will have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

And to Royce, 我希望你會喜歡這個故事! 對不起啊, 我的中文很擦 ><

[valeriefauxnom]

You know, the more I read about Narcissistic Personality Disorder, the more I become curious if the writers were actually using it as a guideline for Emile's character and plot involving him. Yes, yes, it's not particularly unique to create a selfish character nor one that has a comically grandiose perception of themselves, nor do are these traits comprehensive to what NPD is, but let me explain, because BOY the dude is a checklist.

As always, long post.

First, let's break out the good ole DSMV. It may not be perfect, but hey. It's what I've got to work with for Official Sources to escape pop psychology sites. Here's the diagnostic criteria for NPD:

How does Emile stack up?

1: He immediately establishes a sense of identity that he believes he is more great than a Greatwyrm.

2: Much of his actions in the main campaign are born from a desire to live out his dreams of power, fame, and recognition.

3: *Gestures vaguely at 98.4% of what Emile says in Dragalia lost* He often refers to others with derogatory names, especially those that reinforce the status differences between them. Honestly, his vocabulary regarding this is rather impressive. Ingrate, peasant, dreck, peon, clod...

4: Here's where I might start to suspect the writers were doing more than just writing an egotistical character. NPD is defined in part by the excessive need for admiration and reinforcement (more on that later). Emile occasionally voices sentiments like above. See also this quote in his Gala story, in which, despite being in desperate need for money, ultimately personally valued the praise he got from the customer more. He's always been a character desperate for positive response.

5: A bit hard to distinguish from some of the standard entitlement royalty does get, but...yeeaaah. Emile is very much entitled in a way that Leonidas, who also expects absolute obedience of subordinates to his orders, isn't. He seems to believe that everyone automatically, no matter who they are, will immediately acquiesce to his will without question, without having any basis for their subservience. Take how he expects, -despite knowing that nobody recognizes him as Emperor at the moment, -a street artist to give up tools of his trade simply because he demands it.

6: Again, quite a large chunk of his motives in the main campaign is exploitive behavior of others. He lies to make Mercury believe her home is in danger and that he can stop it, then establishes he views a pactbound dragon as a slave to his will. Chelle agrees to lend him her androids, and he immediately absconds with the remote she 'accidentally' left lying out to serve his own needs.

Even smaller things in chapter 4, like his demand for Euden to escort him to the summit, is taking advantage of Euden's sense of justice and fairness to ensure he can undergo Jupiter's trial (which he thinks he will win). Take his scheme to foster love for him once he yoinks the throne while everyone else is gone is manipulative. He creates a 'bandit problem' and then sets up scenarios to swoop in to save the day. People see through this one, but it's still manipulative.

7: *Gestures vaguely at Emile again* Emile is...lacking in empathy or consideration for others' lives. I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory.

8: We can see this even in the comics. His first appearence in them checks off several of the traits we've already discussed and adds in 'assumes others are jealous of him' to the book. But even sticking to 'pure' canon, Emile is long, long established that jealousy of his elder siblings in particular is a driving factor regarding his behavior. There's many examples for this, but I'll keep it short since I already used an excuse to drag out the comic.

9: *Gestures vaguely at Emile yet again* Honestly I'm not even going to add any pictures for this point. I think when even your NPC unit description claims you as 'haughty' it's an established character trait.

That's NINE out of nine traits, when FIVE is the requirement for a potential diagnosis. Key word being potential, because we place more requirements on a diagnosis than just matching some features.

But I'd like to go a bit deeper into it. It's one thing to constantly drag out all the moments of Emile being Emile, but digging into the whys of it all also is compelling to me and this argument.

Here's another small exert of the DSMV:

Though hinted at in chapter 4, we gradually came to know more and more about the deeper side and reasons behind Emile's behavior. The long and short of it was: he's jealous. He knows he's inferior, deep, deep down. And we've one connecting factor for what flipped the switch to the degree of behavior he spirals into in canon: Euden. Emile spells it out early himself.

From what we know of their relationship before canon, Euden seemed to be the adoring sibling eager to learn whatever Emile deigned to teach him and was generally subservient as he was to all his siblings. He, unintentionally, fed Emile's ego at being able to instruct an inferior, feeding that need for affirmation. Thus, when canon rolls around, Emile is gravely wounded (emotionally), by Euden's betrayal of 'stepping outside his place'. He's the pillar that's allowed Emile to raise himself so high, and now that he's moved, Emile falls.

In that same conversation, Emile explicitly cites the 'degradation' Euden is putting him through, and thus enters another long-lasting characteristic of NPD. Enter his rage.

Among all his other motivations for appreciation, Emile cultivated quite a potent desire to harm Euden in particular. Several times he expresses a desire or tries to kill him with his 'own two hands', but I think the Persona crossover event is a goldmine for demonstrating the extent of how enamored he is with thoughts of violence regarding Euden in particular after his 'offense'.

He doesn't just want to kill Euden. He wants to short drop hang him (ie, the non-instantaneous kind that leaves you suffocating, though who knows if they even know the 'break the neck instantly' variety either, to be fair). He wants to break him mentally and quite possibly physically, judging by how quick he is to call in Shadows to beat him. Somehow, I'd speculate just by the sheer pleasure he takes specifically in seeing Euden in despair and misery (he should take notes from Ciella) it'd be a quick jump to actual torture if Euden hadn't immediately been busted out as planned.

Why? Again: though his elder siblings left Emile feeling unappreciated and inferior, Euden is the one to have raised him up before dropping him. It's personal. Therein is his fragile self-esteem, so dependent on the one he viewed as inferior.

All this culminates to a surprisingly replete picture of what NPD actually looks like. It's not just base selfishness or some excess ego, but a incredibly strong and persistent pattern of this kind of behavior, all in fulfillment of a need to acquire adoration. It's the fury that can follow the broken self esteem when that adoration isn't given. It's the vengeful fantasies of harming those who wronged him, the lower empathy for others occasionally paving the way for acts of violence.

Somehow, Emile is still compelling (to myself included), despite him being much of what people loathe in the real world. He's bombastic and dynamic in a way that his more emotionally-composed siblings aren't, and that lends him well to comedy in its own way. It doesn't hurt that he's like. Probably the 2nd most common of the royal fam to pop up, after Euden. He's the Saturday morning cartoon villain who is the lowest on the totem pole of threats and thus safe to have a laugh at until he rolls 20 and starts causing very real danger.

That aside, I threw together this for a more light-hearted thing regarding Emile:

Edit: I remembered Zardin. I think it's kinda funny how Emile is a "better", more complete representation of a narcissist is and does than the supposed actual narcissist himself. I think it's a case of Emile being the 'technical' one while Zardin is a 'literary' one. Aside from being obsessed with his looks just as OG Narcissus was, he's... not really displaying many traits that I can recall from him. Still interesting.

[hestialevy]

~Epiphany ~

Today's the 6th of January, also known as Epiphany day (or Three Kings' Day for some). Christians are celebrating the day of the Magi, when the Three Kings came to see Jesus after his birth.

Traditions calls for a King cake to be shared on this day. The cake is different depending on where you set your eyes to, you may know for example Rosca de Reyes but here we're going to talk about the French one, obviously.

We call it Galette des Rois (there's no real translation), this King cake is made of puff pastry and frangipane (an almond flavored custard) : there's a fève inside (literally translated to fava bean since this is what was used originally) a small porcelaine figurine hidden. If you find the fève you're crowned King or Queen of the day, with a paper crown often sold with the Galette.

Because there's a price (the title and the paper crown) some may accuse the other of cheating, so it's tradition for the youngest one to go under the table and designate a slice to someone randomly.

a few more words for you under

“I am now your King, you may bow to me !”

And because my brain goes brrr and I have an unhealthy obession with Pierreste, of course I had to :

Of course Pierre had to find the fève and that made Esteban sigh, his teammate wasn’t known to be the  humble kind -at least not in front of him. 

They wanted to make a part of the team try a galette des rois, actually having to buy two because he knew one would never be enough for the group. Their engineers had loved the idea, watching Pierre trying to cut even slices for everyone while Esteban explained at the same time the tradition behind it. 

 Pierre was now wearing the golden paper crown on his head, going to every single person and asking for a bow. Esteban had yet to finish his own slice, too busy watching Pierre and his stupid crown, he hated how well it suited him. And the engineers actually played along and were giving him bows that made him smile, it quickly went away as Pierre was now going his way.

“Your turn !”

Esteban took another bite, getting flakes everywhere on his shirt, and giving himself the opportunity to shut his month. He shook his head, hoping Pierre would simply give him.

He did not.

“C’mon Este, I’m the King.”

“I think you cheated. You’re the one who cut them” 

He didn’t actually think that, Esteban wasn’t a kid anymore, fighting Pierre for the crown and begging his mom to choose the “good one” for him. He remembered how the last time he went to Pierre’s house to eat a kings’ cake with his parents he had been the one to designate everyone’s slices. 

“Alright kids who wanna choose ?”

Pierre’s mom had cut her homemade galette, setting each slices in small plates, still a little warm. She watched as the two 12 year old kids both designated the same  plate and she knew they would fight for it.

“I chose first !” started Pierre

“That’s not true, he copied me !”

That’s when Pierre’s dad arrived and sat at the table watching the two boys bicker again for third time that day. 

“Alright Esteban ! Under the table young man.”

“Why me ?”

Pierre turned to him like he had asked the dumbest question ever.

“You’re the youngest”

“We’re the same age”

“Still the youngest here” 

Esteban couldn’t argue more about it, Pierre of course understood that and stuck his tongue out. His mom stopped the exchange by waving her dish towel in front of them.

“Pierre, behave. Esteban, you both fought about it, so we’re making it fair, the youngest choose under the table. Hop hop.” 

Esteban obeyed.Pierre’s mom took a plate and asked Esteban who this one would go to, until they all had plates in front of them. He still decided that going under the table had to be worth something and pinched Pierre’s leg, he had tried to fight back and kick him but only managed to hit his dad. Esteban had somehow made a good choice, because he almost chipped a tooth on the fève hidden, he had been so certain he’d never get it he forgot to be cautious. 

Pierre had been the one to crown him King that day, he had made sure it would fit him first then placed it on his head. 

“My king” 

Esteban had never been able to tell if he meant it as a joke, to mock him or only to play along. 

“It doesn’t taste good to win like that, I don’t cheat Este … I’m a fair King, so, can I get a bow ?”

Esteban smiled. To be fair, he had decided to play along with Pierre’s antics, until he felt something hard with the last bite. 

Spiting out a little porcelaine baby jesus on his plate, he stretched out his arm to get the second crown and handed it to Pierre.

“ I’m King too, will you bow to me?”

[dykebluejay]

i must not listen to the siren call of buying more instruments

[clarythericebot]

STILL A COUPLE OF CHOCOLATE BARS IN ONE OF THE POCKETS

[tittyinfinity]

when you're disabled, being financially abused by your parents never ends

[andromeda3116]

"transmission replacements are one of the costliest car repairs, costing upwards of $5500 in some cases"

ok but like that's cheaper than a new car or even a decent used car and keeps me from having a note, as long as i can come up with the cash up-front and to be frank is also not significantly more expensive than the down payment on either kind of said car would be so like......

[meerlichtz]

Oh rarepair hell, we’re really in it now

[tavernfest]

One Less Lonely Year

Creator: chaosgenes Rating: G Length: 4,972 words Pairing(s): None Warning(s): None Summary: After more than a handful of centuries, Merlin, now an infamous local hero, sees a familiar face, or, rather, faces, in the crowd one cold night.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45402640

[snickerdoodlles]

i haven’t rly been online much lately in a combination of being rly sick, rly busy, and generally just rly tired, but i have been making drafts of random thoughts so i’d remember to return to them when i did have the energy to properly write them out

except i haven’t been paying attention to the actual number of drafts i’ve been building up, and i just now realized i have 461 of them

help