#Also am doing fine ty ty <33

[8um8le]

Heyy gurll hi how u doing?

I have a question about the plot.

I may have missed something, but as far as I know, 8ot really misses Vision.

I think I missed the main branch, namely how she died and why 8ot got to Eclipse in handcuffs and blood.

You may not have covered that, but if you did, could you point out where? I'm confused and I'm really curious. 🥺

Whehheh ok so long story short, Visions’ the human woman who decided to take in a zombie-like corrupt mannequin, she taught it human manners and gave it love. It lived off her, her happiness was it’s happiness, her sadness was it’s sadness. 8ot wanted to spoil Vision, but 8ot’s a scrapyard throwaway without money so she went to desperate measures, stealing, making deals, hacking into other’s systems, secretly living the lowlife just to do what it thought made Vision happy.

A dire consequence for 8ot’s actions led to a gang shooting Vision, killing her. All 8ot could see was red, went to their base, killed everyone inside, and overall trashed the place. Eclipse only knew about 8ot because of his rather impressive street cred, the mysterious headless hacker who worked alone.

Eclipse took her in, she had to work for him to pay the debt of him saving his life. Over time he became the 8ot we know and love today <33

More bout 8ot under cut <333

[si1verghosts]

Hi!

3. A kiss on the forehead😌

helloooo dear anon!! i am sorry this took so long i could not for the life of me figure out to write but then ! i wrote this on the 4th and i realized it could work... maybe... sorta. this may not be what you were expecting/wanting but there's forehead kisses in there.... somewhere 🫡 also, if u are not american i apologize for giving you a july 4th fic 😭 but the holiday is relatively inconsequential here like theres no patriotism it's just a backdrop if u know what i mean.... anyway, i hope u enjoy <33

you taste like the 4th of july

di leon s. kennedy x fem reader (no use of y/n)

wc: 3.5k

18+ | cw: mentions of drinking | tw: thoughts about death and dying

tags: established relationship; fluff (i guess??); slight changes to canon to suit author's headcanons

read on ao3

a/n: for the past few months i've been working on this very insane multi-chap post di leon fic 😵‍💫 this was written with that in mind But does not have a place in that story... probably.... idk!!! either way, i think it can be read as a standalone just fine

additionally, there is a scene in here where leon picks the reader up. i would just like to say like... he gets thrown into concrete walls on a biweekly basis and gets up and walks it off without issue so i think he can lift anyone no matter their size or shape!!

not beta read or proofread - sorry if any of it is gibberish i've had a wicked migraine the past few days... will maybe attempt to proofread once i can see correctly again 🚬🧍‍♀️regardless, all mistakes are my own

i do not own leon or any other resi character mentioned, etc etc, please don't sue me <3

please do not use my work to train any sort of AI chatbot and/or writing generator.

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"It was a good day, wasn't it?" Leon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stand over the patio table, cleaning up the abandoned plates and platters.

You hum. It was; a beautiful, cloudless July 4th, spent with Leon's friends in the backyard of your home. The only ones missing were Ashley and Ingrid; the former having a standing family commitment and the latter planning to spend her holiday on the beach, away from the country and your fiancé.

Typically, Chris hosted the Independence Day cookout, but Leon offered up your new home as this year's venue, citing your in-ground pool and the plenty of extra space you have for guests to stay. In reality, he just wanted the chance to out-grill Chris - he'd been preparing since Memorial Day; testing different spice and sauce combinations as well as stocking your freezer full of large cuts of meat.

He'd started before you were even awake, chopping and seasoning in the kitchen, slowly loading up the smoker. You'd joined him on the patio a few hours later, watching from your pool floaty as he poked and prodded at various things.

You don't even eat meat, didn't know the whole thing was so involved, but you did enjoy the view; worn blue jeans hugging his frame as he crouched to check a thermometer.

You had taken a short break from the water, tying up lights and setting a few little decorations around before your guests arrived. Rebecca was the first, tucking her jugs of pre-made cocktail and platter of deviled eggs into your fridge before joining you on the patio.

Chris wasn't far behind, unloading two coolers filled with beer and containers of homemade potato and pasta salads. He'd handed one off to you, grinning, "Claire made one just for you this year."

You'd thanked him, making another attempt to get him to share his family's recipes with you. It was futile, you probably couldn't even waterboard it out of either of them.

Claire had arrived on her motorcycle shortly after, pulling a bundle of fireworks out of her saddlebags. "Sorry I'm late," she said - even though she wasn't - dumping the pile on the ground, thankfully far away from the grill. "Had to stop for these."

Leon had crouched down to inspect them, listening intently as Claire told him about all the different varieties she'd purchased while you relaxed back into the pool.

Sherry arrived next, Jake trailing behind her. She'd left both him and her bags of chips at the table, giving Leon and Claire quick hugs before immediately joining you in the water.

She'd slipped in right beside your floaty, grabbing your hand to get a look at your engagement ring - she'd yet to see it, having been so busy with work. Her eyes widened at the ring as she pushed her sunglasses up to rest on top of her head, "Leon picked this out? Our Leon? Leon Kennedy? Are you sure?"

You'd giggled at her astonishment, "Ashley helped him out; took him to one of her favorite jewelers."

"I should've guessed," She nods. "For my 20th Birthday, he bought me this crazy cute pink tennis bracelet and I was like, 'no way you picked this out alone.' He fessed up that he got a little help from a friend named Ashley.

"At the time, I thought it was just some girlfriend - or hoped, I guess. Back then, I spent a lot of time hoping that Claire and Leon weren't just… working; I liked to think they were taking time for themselves, that they were happy," she had trailed off then, looking off to the tree line behind your house for a minute. Blinking the mist from her eyes, she shrugged, continuing on, "Anyways, I'm thankful to Ash for that bracelet, it was there with me though… a lot. And I'm thankful to you for making him happy, like I always wanted him to be."

With that, you slid off the float to give her a hug, holding her tight as you whispered your thanks. You had worked to bite back your tears - if she didn't cry, neither would you.

Luckily, Jill had walked in a few seconds later, providing a distraction in the form of the most ridiculously large watermelon. "Hey, Kennedy," she shouted, pulling Leon out of his conversation with Claire as she gestured to the melon tucked under her arm. "Can't burn this, can I?"

Leon had thrown his head back with a laugh - in previous years, Jill had always brought boxed brownies with extra crispy edges and Leon invariably had to make a comment about them. "I don't know," he had shrugged, "When it comes to you, Valentine, I'll never say never."

Jill had reared the watermelon back, acting as if she was going to throw it at him. Leon had thrown his arms up, shielding his face, causing everyone to crumble into laughter at the scene.

"It was nice," you agree, reaching to pick up the barong machete he had given Jill when she asked for a knife to cut the melon. "We do have kitchen knives, you know," you scold mockingly, gently waving the blade around.

"I know," he says, releasing you to reach around and pluck the machete out of your hand. "It's good to exercise these every once in a while, though."

You roll your eyes at him, "It's a machete, Leon, not a horse."

He waves you off, slipping through the patio door to wash the blade in the kitchen sink. You take the opportunity to speed clean, knowing it'll be a much harder task once he returns and wraps his arms back around you.

Thankfully everyone had taken care of their own plates and cups - they'd tried to stay and do more but you had ushered them out of the backyard, wanting Chris, Sherry and Jake to depart before the traffic picked up with the crowds leaving the city following the fireworks shows. Jill, Claire and Rebecca had taken up on your offer to stay, at least, piling into your guest rooms. You were glad to have them, secretly plotting to drag them to brunch once you all woke.

You finish piling the platters as Leon makes his way back outside. Before he can get his hands on you and derail your progress, you point to the stack, "Take those inside."

He frowns, "Can't it just wait until tomorrow?"

"We'll get ants; come on, five minutes and it'll be done."

He sighs, but doesn't protest further, carrying the heavy plates inside as you follow him with the utensils. You stack everything by the sink before turning to him, "Is there any of Becca's cocktail left?"

He cocks his brow, tilting his head, "You really want to try that again?"

It's a valid question - you had given it a go earlier and despite everyone's warnings to take it easy, you had thrown back a large mouthful right off the bat. You ended up wincing in pain, "Fuck, that burns. What'd you put in there, Becca?"

She'd shrugged, "Oh, you know, a splash of this, a splash of that. And," she teased, drawing out the vowel, "A bit of my own creation."

"Your own creation…" You had muttered, trailing off before it hit you, "Test tube alcohol?"

She had giggled, grinning, "Takes some getting used to."

You had tried another, much tinier sip. You were able to enjoy the sweetness of the juice for a moment before the burn kicked in again, causing you to curse once more, louder.

Leon had shifted his attention from Chris to you at your exclamation. Seeing the jug of Rebecca's cocktail in front of you on the table, he quickly pieced together what was happening, calling over to Rebecca from his place by the grill, "You trying to kill my fiancé, Becks?"

"Absolutely not; that'd be a stupid thing for me to do," she'd shot back. "She's the only one who can keep you in line, and we kind of like you like that."

"Well," you start, rolling the word around your mouth, "No. But yes - there's gotta be some sort of trick to it, right? Everyone else drank it just fine."

"The trick is," he starts, voice low, reaching out to grab ahold of your hips, "To not drink it. Let me make you some tea instead."

"Fine," you pout, relaxing into his grip, not bothering to argue - tea won't make you hate yourself in the morning.

He moves his hands from your hips, sliding his fingertips along your spine. "Go wait outside," he says, releasing you with a featherlight kiss to your forehead, "I'll bring it out."

With a brush of your lips against his cheek in thanks, you slip away from him, heading back out to the backyard and pulling off your shorts, settling onto the ledge of the shallow end of the pool. The air has cooled with the setting of the sun, becoming a comforting warmth instead of an overbearing heat. You dip your legs into the water, thankful you insisted on having a pool when you and Leon were house hunting.

Someone is still setting off fireworks; they're a few miles away, though - you can hear them more than you can see them. Resting back on your palms, you close your eyes, imagining what bursts of color may be accompanying each sound.

Leon joins you a few minutes later - just after the fireworks had died down - sporting his swim shorts and carrying your tea. He bends, setting the mug next to you with a kiss to your temple, nosing at your hair. "Earl Grey," he reports before drawling, "How terribly unpatriotic of you."

"You going to arrest me for treason, Agent Kennedy?" You laugh, reaching up to squeeze his thigh below the hem of his shorts. "You're the one who made it; they'd nail you as an accomplice."

He falls into a crouch, leg muscles bunching under the pads of your fingertips as he shifts closer to touch his lips on your cheek. "They can hang us together, then," he remarks, voice a bit too serious for it to be just a joke. "Side by side, off the same branch."

You sit back just enough to get your eyes focused on him, reaching your other hand out to thumb at his bottom lip. "Dulce et decorum est pro cor mori," you whisper, tacking on a hum in question.

He cocks his head at the unfamiliar words, nipping at your nail playfully, "English please, baby."

You consider him for a moment, the translation of the true phrase running through your mind; how sweet and honorable it is to die for one's country. The old lie, it's come to be known as - fittingly.

It's a similar sentiment to one that's grown to become your fear; that he'll die for the sake of the country, under orders from the government, believing it was his duty.

But you think your spin on it may be true; would be willing to find out.

You don't want to weigh him down with the thought, though, choosing to reel him in for a kiss instead. "I love you," is the answer you settle on, laying the words down right on his tongue.

He seems content with your translation - the method of delivery likely having something to do with it - humming into your mouth. He kisses you back lazily for a long, languid moment before he pulls away, "As much as I'm enjoying this, I've been wanting to get in there all day," he says, nodding his head towards the water.

"Go," you chuckle, giving him a gentle push away from you with the hand still resting along his face.

He lays another quick peck against your lips before standing, padding around the edge to the steps. He pauses for a moment to pull his shirt over his head, skin honeyed under the soft glow of the lights you'd hung around the patio.

A second later, he slips under the surface without hesitation; kicking off the steps, moving quickly to the deep end. He almost shimmers as he glides along the floor of the pool, the rippling of the gentle waves he'd created making him seem like some sort of mirage as he passes by you.

He comes up for air once he hits the far wall, tossing his hair back, smoothing the water from his eyes. He doesn't rest long, though, beginning to swim short laps across the width of the deep end.

You observe him, sipping your tea slowly, appreciating the way his back and arms work with each stroke. He continues long enough for you to nearly drain your cup, stopping short when another trio of fireworks set off in the distance.

Setting your mug down, you eye him, preparing to slip into the pool to soothe him if you have to, but he relaxes once he connects the sound to the flashes in the sky. The tension that had flooded the line of his shoulders drains into the water as he shifts to wade backward, moving closer to where you sit.

You finish off your drink as he starfishes out across the surface of the water, floating just a few feet in front of you. You wonder if you could use him as a floaty, pinning up a note in your brain to try it out sometime.

"I'm glad you insisted on a pool, sweetheart," he sighs, breaking your companionable silence.

You hum, pleased, kicking your legs out gently and causing the water to lap against his skin. More fireworks sound out; he doesn't tense this time, but he does get his feet back under himself, moving to where you sit along the ledge.

Sliding his hands up your legs, he pillows his head in your lap, wet hair fanning out across your thighs. You shift your weight back onto your right hand, laying the other along his jaw. His eyes flutter closed as you brush your thumb along his cheekbone and the scar that runs beneath it.

He picks at the tie of your bathing suit absentmindedly, tugging at the strings when you slide your hand into his hair, scratching at his scalp. "Sherry said something to me earlier."

He makes a noise urging you to elaborate, not bothering to open his eyes.

"She told me that when she was younger, she hoped that you and Claire were living your lives; that you were doing more than just working, you know? She said she wanted you guys to be happy," you explain, working to keep your voice even.

He cracks his eyes open, picking his head up to watch you as you continue. "She thanked me," you swallow thickly, "for making you happy, like she always wanted you to be."

He smiles at your words, and it's a beautiful thing. You still get all twisted up inside with how gorgeous he is; neurons overclocking themselves with the thrill of being the subject of his attention.

"I owe you a thank you, too, baby," he starts, pausing to nose at your wrist.

"You don't owe me anything, Leon," you tug at his damp strands still between your fingers, highlights catching the yellow glow from the lights around the patio.

"I do," he says, the words sending a jolt through you. You never intended on getting married, yet here you are now, eager to hear the phrase on the altar.

He kisses the thin skin of your wrist, lips lingering as if he can feel the thrum of your heartbeat; knows that the pace has picked up under his affection. "All this," he pulls back, taking a hand off you to gesture to the pool; the backyard; the house; to you. "It's something I never thought I'd get.

"Sherry's right - you're behind basically every bit of happiness I have now, sweetheart; I owe it all to you." He reaches up, untangling your grip from his hair, thumbing gently at the ring he put there, "Thank you."

You can't respond verbally, will burst into tears if you do. In lieu of speech, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his insistently.

He seems to get the message; understands that the pleasure is all yours, that you'd give him anything and everything you can - knowing he'd do the same for you.

He gets his arms back around you, continuing your kiss as he lifts you from the edge of the pool and into the water with him. You wrap your legs around his waist, safe and secure in his hold.

His teeth catch along your bottom lip and the neighbors down the street set off fireworks, the bright bursts of color painting your backyard in reds and blues and greens and oranges. The sparks reflect off the surface of the water as he slides his nose against yours and not for the first time, you think this may all be a dream. Maybe you died four years ago and this whole thing has been some sort of afterlife; you aren't sure you'd done anything worth this treatment, though.

Maybe it's more supernatural in origin; an intricate hallucination weaved by a Djinn that's got you chained up in some dark, damp basement as it feeds off your blood. Or maybe you just went crazy and the pool is actually a padded room, Leon's mouth against yours a product of your mind working to distract itself from your reality.

Whatever the case may be, it certainly feels real when he shifts his hold on you, hoists you up higher to get at your neck, laying kisses up and down the column of your throat, nipping at your jaw.

But before he can venture much further, the neighbor's fireworks show grows into an extravaganza, the relentless popping and bursting becoming a nuisance, shattering the illusion of your teeny-boppy movie moment.

"Jeez," Leon mutters, breath hot against the saliva cooling on your skin, causing you to shudder. "Did they buy out a whole tent?"

"Did you check that Claire actually went to bed?" You ask, shaking yourself free of his hold. "She could've joined them; brought everything I wouldn't let her set off here."

He hums, letting you down into the water, considering your words - even though you said it as a joke, it certainly is a possibility. You seem to come to this realization at the same time, eyes narrowing at each other as the spray of fireworks continues overhead. "We should…" He starts, nodding towards the stairs.

"Yeah," you agree, already beginning to move.

You pause to grab your towels, wrapping your own around yourself, throwing the other over Leon's shoulders when you catch up to him at the patio door. Stepping inside, you hear someone knocking around your kitchen.

Luckily, it's Claire. She steps back from the cabinet she'd been rifling through to face you and Leon with a frown. "Isn't this shit ridiculous?" She remarks, pointing to the ceiling in reference to the fireworks.

"You're one to talk, Claire," Leon shoots back. "Didn't you just set off about five hundred dollars worth of them in my backyard a few hours ago?"

"Yes, a few hours ago," she reiterates. "Nothing should be set off after the show at the Capitol is finished - after that, you're done; you missed your shot; better luck next year."

"Exactly," you nod in agreement at her reasoning, "They should put you in charge."

She grins at your words, moving to continue on, but Leon cuts in before she can start; "What is it that you were clawing through my cabinets for?"

She sighs, displeased with his interruption, setting her hands on her hips. "Where do you keep the ibuprofen?"

Leon shoos her out of the way, padding across the kitchen to get the medicine himself. Claire relents without argument, attention immediately shifting back to you as she leans over the counter. "So," she wiggles her eyebrows, "It seems like that pool was a good investment, huh?"

You bite at your lip, ears burning with embarrassment that she'd seen you and Leon necking in the water like teenagers - even though you shouldn't be flustered; it is your house, after all.

Leon sets the bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water down in front of Claire, annoyance evident with the way he uses a bit more force than really necessary, causing the items to clack against the marble.

"What?" Claire questions, glaring at him. "It was cute."

Leon huffs in response, unable to hide the flush that crawls up his neck at her words. You can't help the giggle that bubbles out of you, enjoying the way they bicker like siblings.

Claire leaves Leon to stew, tossing you a grin as she collects the bottle and glass, bidding you goodnight once more before she leaves the kitchen.

You move around the counter to Leon, steps careful in an effort not to slip on the water that has dripped off him and onto the tile. The neighbors must've ran out of fireworks while you were distracted by Claire as it's silent when you wrap your arms around him, tucking your face into his neck. "Still a good day?" You ask, voice muffled against his skin.

He slings an arm around you, fingers fanning out along the small of your back, "Still a good day."

[anystalker707]

Dolled up [2/2]

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [male, amab] Reader Summary: Sanji wants another encounter with you. Tags: He wears pretty lingeries / Demanding, but he's a bottom / He's gets eaten out / Just a princess / a PILLOW princess

Requested by anon [I LOVE how you wrote ‘dolled up’ with sanji and i was wondering if you could do part 2 to that? If not then just another sanji x top male readers fine! You don’t have to do it btw! Ty and have an awesome day!] A/n: thanks sm for your request <33 i hope you have a great day, dear!

[PART 1]

MASTERLIST

          Sanji had noticed your persistent presence and gaze upon him. You eyed him differently after he showed up in your cabin for a midnight surprise, as if you were all the time picturing him wearing that lingerie under his normal clothes. There was something else, but he couldn’t quite get what it was.

Were you trying to figure something out about him? Studying him? He wasn’t really sure about it, but he didn’t feel like facing it directly. Some sort of superiority had been granted to Sanji the moment he found out how lost you were for him, and he wouldn’t throw it all away now. He loved the way your breath would hitch whenever he reached for something on the higher parts of the cabinets, making his shirt ride up just enough… It was good knowing he had such power.

“Excuse me,” you whispered, suddenly popping Sanji out of his bubble of thoughts and placing the ground under his feet again. Your hands were firm around his waist, gently moving him to the side so that you could walk past him and grab something from the fridge. He couldn’t even focus, mind going blank the moment your hands grabbed his waist and set him aside, so he looked down and let his hair fall more over his face in the hope it would cover his blush. Thankfully, you didn’t notice anything.

Sanji wanted the attention so badly, but he also didn’t want to be the one to give in first. This feeling bubbled up under his skin as the days passed; a presentment, though he didn’t know what for. At least until it was time for his night watch, that is.

Everything needed to be in the right measurement, and it lacked something, though Sanji wasn’t sure what. A quiet hum escaped his lips as he licked the sauce from his finger, shifting his weight to one of his legs with a soft sigh. He was a little sleepy and tired, but it was nothing he couldn’t endure. With a sigh, he was about to reach for a jar when he stopped midway.

Arms wrapped warmly around Sanji’s waist, soon accompanied by a presence behind him. It didn’t take him a lot of thought to know who it was, and his heart fluttered at the same moment.

“Doll,” you whispered right next to Sanji’s ear, making his skin rise in shivers at the same time it heated up. “My princess.”

“Yours?” Sanji whispered back almost too quickly, in a mocking tone. He wasn’t reaching for the jar anymore, only resting both of his hands on the countertop this time. The fact you were there, finally interacting directly with him and touching him without restraints, somehow managed to calm down a tension that bubbled up inside him previously. It melted away in a pleasing feeling that still carried an anxious edge.

“Of course,” you whispered with a soft chuckle, nuzzling the crook of Sanji’s neck and having fun with the way his skin rose in shivers. “I thought I’d claim you before anyone else. Am I so wrong for doing that, or did I get the wrong message? Were you just using me the other day?”

Sanji couldn’t help but sigh at your assumptions, pausing as he glanced back to raise an eyebrow at you before he shook his head to himself. Your gaze remained the same before his vague response.

“You’re difficult,” Sanji muttered, smirking at the way you gasped in offense.

“Oh, I’m the difficult one here?” You clicked your tongue and kissed Sanji’s shoulder through his shirt, inhaling the cologne he used—it was floral, in soft notes that could be caught under the smell of cigarettes and something else, stronger on the back of his neck. Also through the thin fabric of his button-up, your fingers worked on his waist, caressing and looking for something. “You’ve been avoiding me the whole week. Do you know how lonely I’ve been?”

Sanji felt a sense of pride swell in his chest at the fact that you recognized his distance—that you missed his presence and felt miserable because of that. He exhaled, smiling. “Oh? So were you having fun with your hand instead?”

“Why would I when I have you?” You scoffed, and your words sent a sparkle down Sanji’s spine that ended in the warmth that started forming in his lower stomach. His cheeks heated up a little, and he had to look down, trying to contain the smile that fought to form on his face. “Or are you bored? Maybe I just got the wrong idea.” Your touch became lighter at the same moment you paused, but Sanji promptly placed his hands over yours and tugged on your hands to wrap your arms tighter around his torso while he leaned back against you, with his head on your shoulder. It was enough to have your heart going wild in your chest.

“Don’t be silly.” Sanji chuckled, turning his head enough to plant a kiss on your cheek.

A smile stretched across your face according to how you relaxed, tightening your arms around him before nuzzling the crook of his neck with a soft hum. Sanji’s fingers laced with yours, warm palms pressed to the back of your hands as he relaxed into your touches, sighing softly. It was nice to just be with him like that; your heart felt out of place with the unusual amount of happiness it felt, almost making you feel dizzy while pulling Sanji closer, wanting more of him.

Sanji gasped barely audibly as he felt your grip tighten around him, your forearms sinking just under his ribs, but still let you have that moment before he turned around to face you with his arms around your neck. “You know, I was kinda waiting for you,” he whispered as his index finger traced circles into your shoulder.

The new tone made you raise an eyebrow, studying Sanji’s apparently innocent expression as he eyed you from under his eyelashes with that small smile tugging on his lips. It was hard to resist, making something stir in your lower stomach, even more so when his fingers pressed to the back of your neck and rubbed against the skin soothingly. Since when did he have such power over you…? Well, it didn’t matter at the moment; you kept looking into his visible blue eye while he smiled and leaned in.

A familiar taste of lip balm was present on Sanji’s lips, which gave you an idea of the whereabouts of your lost lip balm, hinting at the bearings of your favorite shirt and a ring. Either way, every other thought aside from Sanji himself was erased from your mind the moment he deepened the kiss and tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth. His eyes were half-lidded, eyeing you with entertainment and the full knowledge of what he was doing.

“My dear, mon amour,” he mumbled against your lips in a soft pleading tone that you couldn’t resist.

          Nothing would happen if you two left the night watch for a while, right? You two weren’t near any island, in the first place, and it would be hard seeing Sunny in the dark, so there was nothing to worry about. The thoughts were buried in the back of your mind by the time you climbed on top of Sanji and pressed your lips to his, feeling the mattress shift under your knees as you opened up a space between his legs.

Sanji’s breath escaped his throat in short intervals that were permeated by gasps for air whenever there was a small break from the kisses. His arms wrapped around your neck, holding you closer as his legs wrapped around your waist, and he arched his back, sending both of you groaning when your hips ground together.

Aside from knowing his way around, Sanji knew you, and maybe a little too well. He knew which way he had to kiss you to have you whimpering into his mouth, and kept kissing you until you ran out of air. Entertainment played in his eyes while observing you try to catch your breath, faces just centimeters away from each other. There was a soft hum as he caressed your cheeks with gentle fingers before kissing your lips in a soft kiss that didn’t last longer than a couple of seconds.

You sat back on your legs, bottom lip between your teeth while your fingers carefully unbuttoned his shirt, slowly letting his torso come into view, all while Sanji lay there as if you were just doing the bare minimum for him. A small smile remained on his lips as he observed you, and you couldn’t help but get a little lost in him. He looked so beautiful like that, hair messy, hands above his head, cheeks with a light red tone…

A sigh escaped your lips as you finally pulled the light blue fabric away and there was a lingerie top you’d never seen before. The bralette was made of a thin and soft peach-colored lace with white satin details.

“Sanji,” you practically moaned, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin on his chest above the bra and below the delicate silver chain he used around his neck with a small gem as a pendant. You thought about gifting him a pendant with the initial of your first name so that he could use it around his neck, but you decided to keep it as a mental note for later, focusing on how his soft skin felt under your lips.

Sanji’s chest rose and fell with a deep sigh, and he hummed in response to your touches, placing a hand on the back of your head to gently caress your hair and keep you close. A soft groan escaped your lips as you started nipping on his skin with firm hands around his waist, holding tightly as if to pull him even closer because it just wasn’t possible to get enough of him.

You nuzzled into Sanji’s bra, tugging on it just enough to expose his nipple so that you could latch your lips around it. As his nipple slowly hardened under your touch, Sanji whimpered, placing more pressure on the back of your head, so you complied—your tongue ran around the bud before you started sucking on it with a soft groan, relishing how Sanji’s moans grew louder once you started using your teeth.

“Fuck,” Sanji groaned as he arched his back, only relaxing back against the bed when you finally let go of his chest with a final lick across his nipple. His face was a brighter shade of red now, and his pupils were blown—your cock twitched the moment his eyes met yours, and you started moving again.

It was messy, but Sanji still helped you get undressed, taking off your shirt while you unbuckled your belt, but he didn’t undress himself, no. He waited for you to do it, going to the maximum of helping you a little by lifting his body off the bed, nothing more.

“I see you like my lingerie,” Sanji said with a sense of pride, grinning wide.

You paused and just raised an eyebrow at Sanji, without giving him much attention to his statement—it was obvious you liked his lacy garments, the way they suited his body so perfectly and gave him an extra touch of delicacy. It made you infatuated, clouding your thoughts whenever you looked at him or thought about him wearing them.

“You planned this?” You raised an eyebrow, slipping your hands under his panties so that you could cup his ass cheeks. “Or do you just go around wearing lingerie on a daily basis, princess?”

Sanji couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips, cupping your face lovingly. “Yes to both. The thing is that I like wearing the special ones for you.”

You smiled, sighing while giving his ass a squeeze—he moaned in response, arching his back as his legs wrapped around your waist again, but his cock met no friction, much to his displeasure. “So pretty,” you breathed and kissed along Sanji’s shoulder while your fingers kneaded on the fat of his ass until soft whimpers escaped his lips, though it wasn’t much of a hard task.

Reluctantly, you pulled a hand away from Sanji to reach for the lube in the bedside table, quickly retrieving it.

“On your stomach,” you said with a soft slap on his thigh, which caused him to groan softly before he turned over, allowing you to adjust a pillow under his hips. He was such a princess, indeed, a fucking pillow princess who didn’t want to do any work today, but you didn’t mind. You’d manhandle him around if he wanted to.

You knelt between Sanji’s spread legs, taking a while to observe him, taking note of the contrast between the delicate clothes and his muscular fame, his plump ass. How could he be so perfect? A soft sigh escaped your lips as you pressed a kiss to his lower back before gently tugging his panties to the side, just enough to expose his hole, while you tugged on one of his butt cheeks.

The cold lube fell against the warm skin, making Sanji gasp and squirm a little in anticipation, glancing over his shoulder to take a look at you, but your focus was somewhere else. Your thumb circled his fluttering entrance, spreading the lube around and earning yourself a quiet sound from Sanji that stretched itself for longer when your thumb pressed past the ring of muscles, spreading the wetness into his hole.

“Mmph, darling,” Sanji whispered as he arched his back a little bit, attempting to push his hips back into your finger, but it wasn’t of much use; your goal wasn’t to please him yet, just to spread the lube. He grabbed one of your pillows to hug, folding it in half to also give his face a good place to rest.

Silence filled the room for a moment, but it was just a matter of seconds before Sanji let out another quiet sound. His hole twitched when your tongue pressed to it, tasting the sweetness of the lube along with Sanji’s taste itself. It took a while, but he finally started relaxing, groaning into the pillow as your tongue lapped at him. Since there weren’t many opportunities in which you could have privacy with anyone on the ship—or even had the time for it—, you took your time licking along his hole, pressing your tongue flat to the fluttering skin without enough strength to actually penetrate him.

Sanji’s whimpers were muffled, but not inaudible, loud enough to reach your ears and make the arousal rise within you. Finally, though, your lips were closed around the flushed entrance and sucking with enough intensity to draw a moan from him.

“Good,” Sanji whispered, though cutting himself off when he felt your tongue finally pushing inside him, lapping at his insides in a very welcome intrusion. He tightened his fingers around the pillow, arching his back as he sought more pleasure, which you seemed very eager to provide him. Not only your tongue, but the way your hands kept a firm grip on his ass and the back of his thigh also had him melting, cock twitching and leaking inside the tight panties.

The consistent rhythm of the shallow thrusts of your tongue was enough to cloud Sanji’s thoughts, making him start getting lost in the pleasure you were able to provide him. He whimpered and hugged the pillow closer to himself when your tongue glided inside him just the right way.

Despite the pleasure that it brought both of you, your jaw started complaining about the straining; a sharp pain started tugging on your muscles until you were forced to pull back, moving your chin from side to side in a small massage while eyeing his glistening hole.

Sanji didn’t have time for complaining before your tongue was replaced by a couple of fingers; he let out a long, dragged moan while his hips squirmed under your touch, and he didn’t seem to mind the replacement. His skin rose in shivers at the same time his walls tightened around your fingers when your lips ran along his ass cheek, kissing and nipping on the soft skin at the same time your fingers worked at a slow pace inside him.

Your cock was painfully hard, dripping between your legs, but your desire to keep satisfying Sanji like that was bigger than the will to indulge in your own needs. Soft moans came from Sanji as he squirmed, arching his back and almost getting off the position if you weren’t holding him in place, though he became more still when your tongue worked along the rim of his hole as your fingers reached deep inside him. His breath hitched, and with the way he squeezed around you, it was obvious he was close.

The moans that came from Sanji were louder and longer until a particular one caught in his throat, and he came, slick walls clenching around your fingers until they were spasming with the afterglow, and he whimpered at how the overstimulation threatened to take over.

You would give him a break first, but your curiosity got the best of you; before Sanji could even catch his breath, you were making him turn over and tugging on the waistband of his panties. The sight was mouthwatering, and your cock ached as it throbbed more. Sanji’s cock was still half hard, messily covered in fresh cum and confined inside those small panties.

“Fuck, I’m down bad for you,” you moaned.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[megistusdiary]

Hi!!

I love ur tighnari fics sm so i wanted to ask u where tighnari loves his sweet gf always so innocent and so curious but he just cant help himself but bend her down on his desk while she was delivering documents to his office!!

Take your time and make sure you drink lots and lots of water!<33

ooh this is such a hot concept fr fr

tighnari has mega switch vibes for me, and i can totally see him being both a dom or a sub lol

also ty hun, please take care of yourself too ♡

apologies that this is a bit shorter than my recent fics, i am trying to write a bit more often

warnings: dom!tighnari and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

office/desk sex, clothed, rough, penetration (sub receiving), biting

your knuckles gently tapped on tighnari's door, greeting him with a friendly smile as he gestured for you to come inside.

he already had a pot of tea warmed, sitting on his table waiting for you. the aroma was sweet, unlike his traditionally bitter brews. it made your heart flutter when he prepared it exactly how you liked.

tighnari couldn't help but note how cute you looked today. you had on a pretty sweater with a skirt, something flattering to your form, though covered by the giant binder in your arms. tighnari assisted you with bringing it to his office, turning on the lamps.

you sighed as you finally set the hefty binder on tighnari's desk, distupting the surface and scattering some papers to the floor.

"oh, i'm sorry!" you gasped, leaning down to collect the pages. tighnari bent down as well, collecting the ones that were too far back for you to reach.

"it's fine, just papers." he shrugged it off, leaning to collect the papers as you turned around to reach under the armchair for a crumpled sheet.

tighnari's mouth went dry when your skirt shifted, exposing a glimpse of your panties to him. when you arched your back further, shoving the armchair forward, your legs parted, exposing more of you to him. he felt like he was a teenager again from the way he got hard just looking up your skirt.

how embarrassing.

tighnari's tail swiped over his lap, concealing his bulge from you when you turned triumphantly to him, holding the slightly crumpled page.

"i'm sorry about that again, i should have been more careful-" you squeaked when tighnari suddenly gripped your chin firmly.

"yes, yes, mistakes happen. but, i think i know a way you can make it up to me." his tone was highly suggestive, bringing warmth to your cheeks and your core.

he swiped a thumb over your lips, gently parting them as the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly. "what do you think?" he asked as you nodded, eyes already glazing over with lust.

that was how you ended up with your chest on the desk, skirt flipped up and panties long gone, tighnari slamming his hips into yours.

your fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, letting out little whines and moans with every drag of his cock against your walls.

"fuck, tighnari-" you whined, feeling him grip your hips tighter, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your bare thighs.

"shh, be a good girl for me." tighnari tutted. you could tell he was zoned out, focused only on fucking you. he slowly leaned down, pressing his chest to your back and nosing down your neck. "archons, you smell divine." he sighed, letting his canines graze your skin as you shivered.

tighnari pushed himself in as far as he could, feeling you jolt and squirm beneath him as he began grinding his dick into you, searching for your g-spot frantically as you sobbed, head falling forward onto the desk.

you heard him mumble something about you being so cute, feeling his lips against your heated skin as you whined.

your thighs ached in the best way possible as you babbled out pleas and his name in a delirious mix, gripping onto the desk for dear life when he finally found your g-spot.

you were already sensitive, letting out a soft scream when he rubbed the tip of his dick into the spot, feeling your walls clamp down on him as he groaned, biting into your neck to leave a mark but not draw blood, teething at the skin.

"nari- tighnari, i wanna, please can i?" you begged him, trying to turn your head, though a growl from tighnari kept you firmly in place.

tighnari moved a hand to your neck, holding it carefully from the back as his breath hit your skin, making you shiver. "stay still, dear." he warned. "so sweet, so cute." he grinned into your neck, feeling you clench down on him as he fucked you even deeper, letting you see stars with no sky around.

[dragonridernoobie]

hello! I was wondering if you could do some HCS (or a scenario idrc) of TFP Optimus x Fem reader (not human) who is a single mother?

Could it go something like where when Optimus first met the reader and her little one he would just help her out and understand the situation. But when he and the reader start interacting more he like slowly falls for her and her little one?

(Hope this makes sense, if not just delete or ignore this‼️) Ty!!<33

This is really fucking cute. I will try my best, also I know there's a human form in the Fandom, I can't remmber what it's called (it's 1am bare with me) so I'm gonna do that for some situations since a 30+ft robot playing house with a child....seems hard to do without breaking something XD. also you dident specified what age the kid so I'm throwing in a 4 year old boy. Hope you enjoy!!!!!!! <3

Request are still open

OptimusPrime X SingleMotherReader

When optimus met (Y/N) and her son was when they where cought in the middle of a fight between the decepticons and autobots.

Optimus picks up (Y/N)'s car while they are still in it and runs into the autobot base.

Optimus explains why they are here, the people that attacked them, what happens now, and the story.

(Y/N)'s little kid spoke before (Y/N) and ran up to optimus

(Y/N)'s son: wow! You are big! Really big! I bet you are a giant robot like in power rangers! Have you beaten a mosnter?!

Optimus actually shows emotion when this happens by smiling

(Y/N) takes his hand and put him behind her. She apologized for him

Tho, optimus if fine with it, he love little ones.

Optimus offers to be (Y/N)'s and her son's guardian.

Later, optimus talks to (y/n), asking if they have a place to live and where's there mate.

(this is up to you)

(Y/N) explains there "so called mate" has (insert here)

Optimus feels bad but offers then a ride home.

On the ride home, (Y/N)'s son is having the time of his life, since he loves trucks and he was riding in one.

(Y/N) son: mama! Look, look, we are in a big robot! Optimus! Can you transfowm into anything else?

Optimus: no little one but I am happy you are enjoying yourself.

On the way, optimus talks to (Y/N)'s son and enjoying their company.

When they got home, the kid was knocked out from all the excitement they got.

(Y/N) thanked optimus for tiring out her kid.

Over the next few weeks of then being there, optimus took (Y/N)'s son out for drives when she needed a break.

He offers to babysit when (Y/N) needs to go to work or a errand.

The other autobots noticed, even ratchet. Because of this, he actually became a softy toward you and your son.

I can see him over at you're house when you are at work, when you come home, he is in his human form, playing power rangers with you're son.

I belive after maybe...2 years of you knowing him, he could come you and confess his feelings to you.

Optimus: (Y/N). Will you give me the honer to be the father of you're child and let me be you're new mate?

You obviously say yes.

Optimus will teach you're son Patients, wisdom, and more.

Oh, don't worry, he definitely gotten 1000000000000000% more protective of you and you're child.

If yiu are wondering about the team, yes. They love you're child to.

Also, you might have gained a new child, well, a few new childrean. And their names are Bumblebee and smokescreen

Bumblebee has a mother now (Yay!!!)

You bet you're son is best friends with bee.

Wheeljack is the best uncle

Ratchet is the best grandpa

Arcee is the best aunt

Bulkhead is the best uncle

UltraMagnus is the best grumpy uncle

Smokescreen is the best brother

Bumblebee is the best brother

Hope you enjoyed it!!!! Here is something funny

[derelictheretic]

OC SMASH OR PASS

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman and @kyberinfinitygems Ty Ty <33

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

QUICK FACTS

full name: heather lucille valentine

height: 5' 2"

age: 30

gender: the only woman ever (in her opinion)

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

PROS:

🥀 will shower you in gifts (from a key chain to a condo it depends on her mood and how much she wants u)

🥀 will bring you the hearts of your enemies on a silver platter and a nice floral arrangement (better than anything John can do if u ask her)

🥀 makes you feel like the most important person in the world (love bombing? Heather? nooooooo.....)

🥀 will throw the best birthday parties (mostly catered to her taste but the food will be your favourites)

🥀 she's hot, look at her. She takes pride in being eye candy!

🥀 literal ride or die she will make sure u never get caught

CONS:

🥀 obsessive if she actually likes you and isn't just using you to fill up time (She does not like sharing but she doesn't mind a competition, as long as she wins anyway—)

🥀 emotionally and mentally unstable, don't do anything she perceives as betrayal and you'll be fine :)

🥀 hypocritical and contradictory but will openly gaslight you about it and go in circles until you let it go <3

🥀 kinda on the run from a few warrants but it's whateverrr

🥀 might call you the wrong name in the beginning, on multiple occasions—sometimes on purpose just to mess with you

🥀 literal ride or die also a con bc she will take u down with her <3

no pressure tags: @deputyash @megraen @killyourrdarlingss @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @firstaidspray @florbelles @henbased @i-am-the-balancing-point @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @voidbuggg @wewillryesagain @clicheantagonist and the person reading this <3

[jacarandaaaas]

opening random encanto yt videos’ comments section is like staring at the waking storm you’re about to plunge into and knowing it’s not gonna be pretty and you’re probably not getting out of it unscathed (aka calm/happy fine—also sorry pepa oof—)

god the amount of misinterpretations people have with the movie, with so many scenes is insane, i’m about to go even more insane myself than usual

it’s so frustrating and i want to throw my phone every time AAAAAAA

but anyway yes, i wrote this ask in the first place to ask about your thoughts on different details and plot points and just general stuff of the movie that you noticed and really love, with any/all of this helping you appreciate the movie more? just anything, really, your choice on whatever you wanna ramble :3 (also to make up for how my last question had stopped you from rambling AHAHAH)

because i know you have so many good ideas and thoughts, so i’d love to hear it hehe :>

hope i made sense with the question, just a bit sleep deprived rn haha, but yes, ty!! <33

I totally relate to this feeling😭 except instead of YouTube comments it’s like almost every platform💀 and thank you for the ask!!

I could rant forever about all the details in this movie honestly!!!

The foreshadowing is SO good in this movie!! waiting on a miracle and the family madrigal being obvious ones but did you guys know the order mirabel sees the doors flicker when she sees the cracks is the order they lose their powers in? Isa + Luisa first because that’s who’s powers act up first dolores + camilo + antonio at the dinner scene and alma last because she was the last one willing to admit the problems!!

I love the character design!! I’ve rambled about it many times but it’s just !!!

I love how despite mirabel being our protagonist they show when she’s wrong and other characters call her out! She’s not a perfect protagonist she’s a flawed teenage girl and that just makes her more endearing

I love that they didn’t make Mariano a mean character just because isabela didn’t want to marry him. The problem isn’t Mariano it’s isabela feeling trapped!! Mariano is also shown to be considerate!

I love that most of the focus is on the female characters (if only the fandom would do that) I love seeing a multigenerational cast of women all flashed out with their own unique traits

about the misinterpretations i completely agree. I feel like this fandom has a “fanon” problem. especially with the most developed characters! surprisingly the ones with the most screen are the most common mischaracterised. I really dislike how encanto as a movie went to such an effort to give every character such a variety of traits and nuance only for the fandom to continuously reduce them down to one singular trait. It almost feels like reinforcing those stereotypes the movie was so set on breaking. As well as this continuously ignoring some of the best canon traits each character has. They feel so far from the original you might as well consider them ocs at that point.

I love the animation on Bruno’s vision shards (they look edible), I love the little details in mirabels room like her outfit sketches being hung up on the walls! THE BUTTERFLIES!! this movie has so many hidden butterflies it’s so fun to spot them!!

the soundtrack obviously but also the score!! only recently discovered that “the house knows” is a reprise of “the cracks emerge” it blew my mind!!!

One thing I really love about encanto is the expressions! they can convey so much with so little and the little subtleties it adds to each character is just incredible to me!!

SKIRT ANIMATION. it’s like hypnotizing to see how the skirts flow in this movie I am glued to the screen every time.

the dos oruguitas scene is gorgeous and so incredibly important to the core message of this story! As well as this scene the fall of casita is another incredible one!!

the songs feel like full blown fantasy musical numbers and I don’t know why people consider that a criticism of the movie is about MAGIC I want to feel that magic in the visuals of the song. So each musical number was like the most incredible experience!!

I love how waiting on a miracle starts off as a reprise of the family madrigal before changing to 3/4 time to show how mirabels out of place

the line “how far do these roots go down” hits so hard and I cant explain why

Felix and pepas love is so real and pure

julieta and agustín are incredible parents

dolores entire design

the fact luisa wasn’t reduced to a stereotype and was allowed to be flawed

mirabels voice!! it’s so unique and recognizable like I love it sm

the way felix sings “no clouds allowed in the skyyy”

I love that the characters actually look their age!

almas room being a replica of her old home showing how metaphorically and physically she’s stuck in the past

“I was thinking of my daughter!!”

I love that with isas transformation it’s not her hating femininity but changing what her femininity means to her

I love how mirabels worst enemy is her own mind. the madrigals aren’t aware of how she feels because she never opens up and it’s just slowly eating her up inside. in the end mirabel needed to acknowledge herself in order to grow (I say acknowledge because I refuse to believe it’s acceptance and I think she would still struggle with her self perception post movie)

I love how the Madrigals use their gifts to help their community and not for self gain. It’s such an interesting twist on the classic superpowers story

I love that the Madrigals are just normal people who randomly got a miracle, nothing of status just normal people in a normal town who got gifted.

the way pepa kisses antonio and hugs him after he gets his gift !!!

the way isabela is the one to initiate the hug but mirabel is the one who snuggles into it

julietas smile

the entire animation is so gorgeous!!

antonio. just antonio if u hate antonio I hate u

I love how realistically written alma is and how her story is treated with respect and nuance.

how all the madrigals problems aren’t solved instantly but it’s shown in a montage that happens over large period of time

[hinamie]

4, 5, 6, 11 for the fanartist asks 🎨✨

Hi mariam!!!! ty fr sending i hope u r well <3

4. do you do warm-ups? If so, what's your warm-up routine?

already answered (tl;dr: no) but i guess i can talk about times i have Had to do warmups! I took a fine arts class as an elective in second year and during the figure drawing workshop (which ws super fun i really enjoyed it) they had us start with 1 minute/5 minute/10 minute warm ups before we actually got into the full session. so i /am/ capable of doing warmups, it just has to be for grades ig

5. what's your ideal place/time to draw?

in the cooler months, any time of day is viable but i do tend to hit my stride in mid-late afternoon, so starting around 10am is ideal. gives me plenty of time to wake up get everything in order and get into it knowing i have the whole day ahead of me <33 summer, however, FUCKS me when it comes to my drawing schedule because right when i start getting into the groove in the late afternoon just so happens to perfectly correspond with when the sun decides Fuck You No More Drawing and starts cooking me alive in my room. so it's evening drawing into the early am during the summer :(

6. do you have any WIPs that you'd like to share?

i mean my current project being the megumi birthday angst comic means i can't share too much without risking losing the emotional impact but maybe the thumbnails of the first few panels will b ok to share??? nothing crazy happening here it's just setting the scene after all

bonus yuuji also

BUT THATS ALL U GET >:3

11. how long, on average, do you spend on one piece of artwork?

between me being on a background kick and also lining things again, i've definitely tacked a few more hours onto my average :') i'll be generous and say around 6 or 7 hours

[krmzyn]

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~ Hii!! Welcome to my blog <3

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I’m Salem, but feel free to call me any of my DRselves names!

This blog is mostly for me to focus on shifting, though LOA/manifesting and lucid dreaming have also been pretty high up there for me atm!

I’m completely fine with any questions from anyone (shifters, non-shifters, even antis), just please be respectful. This inculudes questions about my first shift, but I prefer not to talk about it, but I might answer some 💟 (please send asks i love answering questions /lh)

Note: I’m formatting this on mobile and am pretty new to tumblr so. i literally have no clue what im doing 😇

Double note: This is gonna be like. the only formatted post on my page. I absolutely cba and most of my posts r probably just gonna be like. shitposting 😚

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About me!

Again, hi, I’m Salem, but you lot can call me any of my DR names <3

My pinterest is cvbereal!!

They/Them pronouns, I don’t care too much about them though

I’m chronically British 🧍‍♂️ Also genetically a little Irish 😇 (also bst/gmt timezone 😚)

I crawled here from Tiktok. I use wayyy too much tiktok slang 😚 I also rlly appreciate tone tags being used!

15, Scorpio & audhd!

Genuinely a little stupid. Just a lil bit.

I also do art!! Idk if I’ll really post it here but. yah 💟

I have pretty bad social anxiety and general anxiety issues, so I don’t really socialise online that much <3

Likes & Dislikes!

I LOVE cats with my entire soul <33 Also honestly animals in general.

I hate mint. Its just sososoo eww 😇

I like the sciences 😚 (biology >>> chemistry > physics. fight me /j)

I really don’t like step ladders 😭 I’m stood there wobbling like a dog on a cat tower I just can’t with them

I love candles n incense a lot!! I have this adorable little tea light holder that’s like a little tree with birds and these little cages for the tea lights and I just ADORE it smsmsmm <3

I hate walking around barefoot 😭 Like idm the idea of it but its just like. u never know whats been on those floors >:( Also carpets feel ew

I like rambling about my drs and random stuffs I like 😇

I don’t like bacon. The little fat bits are all stringy and its just sososo bleh

I love a bunch of the ‘cringe’ kid roblox games. Like adopt me (bc collecting just makes me feel mwah) and royale high (mostly for christmas atp bc. I have feelings abt it 😇) and pet sim, also others. I shiny hunt on pokemon ultra moon as well! (I have a grudge against shiny lugia but i love it /lh)

(I was trying to do a like-dislike kinda pattern but iii cant think of anymore dislikes shshh) I like doing legos and oragami occasionally! I just enjoy being able to do stuff with my hands 😚

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My DRs (in order. maybe.)

Note: NONE of my DRs have traumatic or violent events. Any with that stuff as main plot points has either been altered or is some kind of AU. Made that mistake once, not making it again <3

- CoD (COD SHIFTERS PLEASE R U GUYS THERE?? 😭)

- Altered OR

- ATSV

- FNAF

- Demon Slayer / KNY

- Pokémon

- Rick & Morty

- SCP

- Backrooms

- MHA (mixed on it atm)

- Supernatural (considering & trynna figure out some kinda au 🧍‍♂️)

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My current manifestations!

My shifting journal!!

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That’s about it!! Ty for reading and I hope you guys enjoy my posts 😚

-Love, Sal <3

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Last shift: ~2021 Shifted 1x

Last ‘minishift’: ? Minishifted ~3x

Last lucid dream: ? Lucid dreamed 1x

[youngdutchishot]

This is just some basic info about me!

He/Him

Ohh man I'm aroace!!/sil But, yeah, won't specify just thought to share (‘-’*)

Eighteen ·

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I probably wont post very often! I'm quite silly and the idea of strangers finding my goofy thoughts with such ease is a bit scary

[Oh and please- please, do not feel weary because I mentioned my struggle with socializing. I love when people see my stuff!! Don't feel hesitant or shy, engage!!! <33

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You might just see some rdr2 captures from me or random snippets of my head-canons! That is, if I ever get around to posting such c:

FANDOMS :

Red Dead Redemption I / II [special interest(?)]

[ i hardly ever acknowledge these but will engage if asked^ ]

idk slasher movies bro

EPIC: The Musical

The Walking Dead

My Little Pony

Stardew Valley

Little Nightmares

Gacha Life II ( not really since I barely even interact with that community :<

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fave rdr characters!!! [ you wont believe it../sar ]

Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde!! yeahhh Arthur is up on the list too! And JOHN<33 I also really really loveeee Molly i would do anything for her (〃´∀｀) AND OMF LENNYYYYYYY!! my pookie baby boah hes very dear to me....

STUFF YOU CAN DO :

I'm pretty OK with most things! If you're chill and don't cross boundaries, I'll reciprocate! Unless you're- y'know, the obvious troll, or a complete utter bigot, yeah, I will ignore your existence and block. But other than that, if you're respectful, I really won't mind!!^^

You can definitely ask questions about me! That, I'm very open to!!

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PLEASE DO NOT :

act weird / sexual toward me, not exactly comfortable with that. Have some decency at the very least, please. :((

talk to me without tone tags, I struggle heavily with tone through text and if you even know the slightest bit about them, please do use them! If you're confused or don't want to, that's fine!! ( I put a site at the bottom that explains and showcases tone indicators btw!! )

private message!! That's a big no-no with me!!

call me by Edhem or Boris. I prefer Kieran or Stry / Sye(those two>>>), please use those to address me, thank you!!

here's my ao3 and carrd profile, too! I haven't published on ao3 just yet, but I plan to when I've fully gotten a grip of how the site exactly works.

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( obviously the card below's not mine!! rightful credits to the owner that took time out of their day to put this together — i'm certain it's somewhere on the site i am just blind^ )

that's all ty for reading this (^-^*)ノ

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari this is a THREAT ‼️⚠️ i am cornering u with a knife… that i will use to cut out a slice of carrot cake for u to enjoy while you tell me more of your thoughts on the stsg reincarnation au u mentioned in your tags 🍰 >:3 bc i am nothing if not NOSY !!

i feel like i’d heard abt an au like that before too but the only one that comes to mind rn is this one where suguru’s a barista.. n satoru is soooo starstruck just instantly like he even waits outside in the rain for suguru to clock out 😖😖 in love with how op drew them too the pouty look on satoru’s face in the second one kills me every time like aaaahhh they’re so pretty </33 prettiest boys ever….

LOGAN I GOT SO SCARED 😥😥 ty for the carrot cake i am munching on it happily :33

BUT OKOK i think i’ve figured it out …. i’ve ALSO seen that specific reincarnation au (i love it sm it hurts OUR PRETTY BOYS…..) and i think i’ve also seen some other art for another series entirely where the reincarnated characters met in a museum… so my brain probably just . mashed those two together PHDJDH 😭😭 but ok we ball I’M SO GLAD UR CURIOUS i thought abt it a bit more before going to bed yesterday and my thoughts spiralled into a whole plot PHDJDGB LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK…….. (warning!! this got long ALSO tagging mickey obv i need stsg nation approval for this @softgirlgonehaywire)

ok so !!!! first of all. satoru is a stem boy in this au. that’s simply how he is. he has literally no interest in The Fine Arts, and just so happens to get dragged to a museum for a school trip. he doesn’t really see the appeal yk?? just a bunch of stuffy rich people (he’s rich too but he’s not like the others he’s down w the poor <33) walking around like zombies….. he just hates the atmosphere bc he sincerely loves interacting w people and everyone in the museum is just staring at the paintings and sculptures and so on w/o even talking abt them :/// yeah. he does Not like art. (he just doesn’t Get It yet!!)

then we have suguru. our beloved. suguru is an art student <3 a bit pretentious about it <33 goes to a prestigious art school and lives and breathes art. he LOVES going to museums and exhibits and galleries just to dissect the pieces, think about their meaning, study them up close…. similarly to satoru i think his feelings about art have a lot to do with his yearning for connection and companionship; satoru doesn’t like art because he sees it as an isolated activity (average stem boy smh he just doesn’t Get it), suguru loves art because it gives him the chance to connect with painters new and old. he’s sooo enamored with the idea that he can forge a kind of connection with someone long dead, just by looking at something they made with their hands and mind. it’s so dear to him. (this is important for the Themes ok bear with me </3)

so!!! basically!!!! satoru is a stem boy, suguru is an art girl, and they happen to be in the same art museum at the same time. one of them is bored out of his mind, dragging his friends around and generally being a disturbance to the peace, the other is delicately and thoughtfully going from painting to painting. lost in his own little world.

they stumble upon one particular painting at the same time.

it depicts a man with long, black hair, clad in robes and smiling with the sun sinking behind him. his face is partially obscured, a little blurry, but his smile is framed almost as the center of the piece. it’s beautiful. the colours are warm, the brushstrokes are delicate, and there’s a tenderness to it that neither of them can quite put their finger on. but it’s so fervent. when they look down in search of the name of the piece and its painter, they see the following:

my one and only — unknown artist. (this is pure love starts playing in the bg)

satoru, for whatever reason, can’t take his eyes of this particular painting. he’s mesmerized. he’s never felt like this before — never felt so moved by a piece of art. suguru can’t turn away, either, but he thinks to himself that he feels a little sick. he’s never looked at a painting and felt as if it was looking right back at him. and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get a sense of the artist’s intent. he feels like he should be able to, but it’s too out of reach.

finally, suguru notices satoru standing only a couple steps away, and asks what he thinks. smiling politely. satoru is completely entranced, but meets suguru’s gaze, and all he can verbalize is that it’s pretty.

suguru loves to be a contrarian — but this time, he genuinely can’t bring himself to agree.

ok so here i’m thinking they fight a bit <33 it’s how they get to know each other (in typical stsg fashion)!! suguru really doesn't like this painting for some reason, while satoru really loves this painting (for some reason), and feels oddly protective over it. so suguru makes a throwaway comment that pisses satoru off, he gets a little hissy, they bicker a bit, that’s all. suguru offhandedly mentions that he goes to an art school. satoru ends up remembering this.

aaaaand here is where the Plot begins <33 i hope u are still with me logan & mickey here is a treat and a snack for u to munch on while reading because tbh i dont think im stopping anytime soon (you did this 😞😞): 🍨🧋 🍧🍵

satoru, as previously stated, is a stem boy. he’s never cared about art. but this painting makes him feel something, something that he’s never felt before. he’s never felt so fulfilled, and after some contemplation he realizes that must be because he’s an art boy at heart. he’s found his true calling.(<- his own assumption lol) he’s just so!! excited!!! he buys a big canvas and expensive brushes and sits down to make his Masterpiece, certain that it’ll end up mending the hole in his heart, the feeling he’s been plagued by for as long as he can recall — that something is missing from his life. (satoru assumes that this something is art.) (it’s actually suguru.)

after a very eventful evening, satoru discovers that he can’t fucking paint.

and he’s horrified by this revelation bc he’s a GENIUS. he can literally do Anything if he just tries. but he sucks at art. he just can’t do it. he sits down and tries his best to paint but nothing comes out well. there’s a gap between his imagination and reality and that just irks him. he doesn’t know what to do. he’s so used to never needing anybody’s help, but it sure would be nice if he had an art student to help him out a bit…..

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satoru ends up hunting suguru down <33 by going to every single art gallery he can find in tokyo. suguru calls him a stalker. satoru asks suguru to tutor him. suguru thinks he’s insane. (but obv ends up agreeing bc no one can resist the allure of a stem boy finding his true calling) (mickey this wasnt even an intentional parallel to the vamp fic we’re just connected through the hivemind i swear)

and!! while we’re on the topic of suguru — he’s currently having a bit of a crisis because he’s never truly encountered a piece of art that’s made him feel as uncomfortable as my one and only did, and even though he knows it’s a good thing he can’t help but suddenly feel a tiny bit afraid of art. something about the smile of the man in the painting makes him feel a little nauseous, a little guilty. he can’t focus as much when he’s painting anymore, and it bothers him.

he also can’t stop thinking about the white haired little freak in the museum, who seemed so out of place, but looked so sincerely captivated by this one single painting. what does he see in it that suguru doesn’t? he just doesn’t get it.

he figures tutoring said freak will give him some answers.

aaaaand that’s the plot!!! they end up bonding through art and both take their time trying to figure out why they’re so fixated on my one and only. which obv happens to be the final work of satoru gojo, dedicated to suguru geto to keep his memory alive <333 nobody knows exactly where the painting came from, but it’s said to be a symbol of true love. a connection that transcends time. etc etc etc. u get me. satoru and suguru can’t help but feel drawn to it, and it helps them find each other again. they have this feeling towards the painting, towards each other, that they can’t quite put their finger on. something out of reach.

(one time, satoru dreams of a man with a severed arm, framed by the sunset, and wakes up with tears in his eyes.

he feels as if he’s forgotten something important.)

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alr here we go >:3

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If any of them have already been asked that’s fine! Ty bestie :3 /lh

-mod!yuu, @nrcsfavoriteshrimps

(✨dw! you were the first ask in the inbox so im gonna try answering things in order :33)

"Greetings, my most illustrious servant! It is truly a pleasure to be interviewed on this day indeed. It is not often I get the chance to talk about myself for long periods of time without others feeling perturbed."

"Hi everyone! Yuna here. Time for me to do my. Actual Yearbook/Newspaper Club duties and do some birthday interviews."

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"Alright, let's start with an easy one. Casimir, If you could be any animal, what kind of animal would you be?"

"Well, of course I would want to be the magnificent hellhound (black lab) itself! They are powerful, loyal, intelligent- all excellent qualities of an evil overlord, you know! I do believe such a beast would be the perfect representative of my status and strength."

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"Ooh, fascinating! Let's see here... the next question we have for you: If you could choose any one student to be your sibling, which student would you pick?"

"What a peculiar question... there's no shortage of fascinating figures attending this academy, and yet I am confined to only choosing one? Hm... Well... I suppose if I could choose anyone, I admire the demon overlord of Pomefiore! I have not communicated with him before aside from simple club disputes between the drama club and the film appreciation club, but he radiates a rather powerful aura. He also radiates the grace and dignity that an ideal evil overlord should have! I wonder if perchance he should be willing to take on a disciple..."

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"Vil-senpai, huh? That's a good pick. A bit surprising, though. Honestly, I was thinking you would pick someone from your own do-"

"And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing! Just thought it was interesting. Think nothing of it, hehe. Anyways, the next question: What's your favorite kind of flower? Is there any significant reasoning behind that choice?'

"Hm... Well... I must say I've always been fond of flowers in general, though I do think that certainly conflicts with my imposing image... Specifically, though, I've always adored roses, specifically white ones. They've always been my mother's favorite flower for as long as I can recall, and I suppose she just instilled that love of them into me. You see, she always had a rose bush of white roses specifically that she would tend to. Once I was old enough, she also taught me how to care for them, and I suppose I grew attached.

My mother told me that they are a symbol of innocence. She claims that that is a description that 'fits me to a tee', but I must disagree with her there. I am certainly far from innocent, as evil is. Well. The complete opposite of that!"

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"I see. Y'know, I think I can kinda see where your mom was coming from, Pipsqueak. But I don't wanna start a debate here over your 'evil nature', so instead, I'm just gonna move on. The next question I have for you is pretty simple: What is your favorite movie?"

"Oh? That is indeed a simple question... What was that musical you showed me that took place in 'France' and was quite tragic?"

"Cas, that doesn't narrow it down any. Are you talking about Les Mis? Or Phantom of the Opera?"

"The second one- is that the one where the male lead lives beneath the performance hall and dons the mask?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Ah, then yes, it is that one! The other one was quite excellent as well, though. A tragic tale of revolution, justice, and overcoming! It is most beautiful as well, but that 'Phantom of the Opera' has stuck with me ever since you introduced it to me! I hope that that is sufficient enough of an answer?"

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"Yeah, that works! Oh! And it looks like that this inquiring viewer has one more question for you, but there will definitely be more later. What is your room like? How is it decorated?"

"Oh! I would indeed love to answer such a question! My roommates do deem my lair's decor to be... 'quite childish', BUT I must disagree! It is decor perfectly befitting an evil overlord! My quadrant of the lair is... a bit chaotic, but still organized. The decor itself is delightfully evil, with false cobwebs in the corner, and some lovely bats, although they are false. One of my roommates once said, and I quote 'It's like walking into one of those temporary Halloween stores'. I don't know if they are insulting me or complimenting me by saying such a thing, but I suppose they aren't entirely wrong either way?"

"Oh yeah, it definitely does give off those vibes, doesn't it? Not that that's a bad thing, though. I think it's pretty fitting."

"It is, is it not? I enjoy the villainous atmosphere it creates, kyehehe!"

"I wouldn't call it villainous, per say... (maybe a bit cheesy?) but it's still totally you, Casimir.

Anyways, it looks like that's all from this curious reader. We'll take a quick break between these interviews today, but for now, Happy Birthday, Casimir!"

[lucius-the-sinful]

For Zafir, Helvia, and Valentine; and Balthazar, Serana and Sofia; and / or any other polyamorous relationships you'd rather talk about.

2.Did the relationship start polyamorous, or was it a monogamous relationship that eventually opened? 14.What’s the craziest polycule drama they’ve experienced so far? 18.What are their “vetoes” for potential metamours? Do they have any at all? 25.Does the polycule ever have get-togethers or dates where everyone is present? What are they like? 28.What are their sexual dynamics like? Is group sex frequent, or is it purely one-on-one? 32.Are any of the polycule members asexual? How does that influence their relationship boundaries and their relationship to polyamory in general? 44.Are any of the members keeping their polyamory a secret? Why? 61.Has anyone experienced a particularly messy break-up while in the polycule? How did everyone handle it? 62.Which of the members, if any, would be happy in a monogamous relationship if having a polycule wasn’t possible? Would any rather be single than monogamous?

ty for the ask <333 i will absolutely yap about any of my oc relationships ffjlfdlk from this oc polycule ask game <33

Zafir/Helvia/Valentine

Did the relationship start polyamorous, or was it a monogamous relationship that eventually opened?

The initial relationship was Zafir and Helvia, with Valentine being invited in much later, primarily by Zafir. But Zafir and Helvia almost always have some variation of an open relationship when its just them.

What’s the craziest polycule drama they’ve experienced so far?

The cool thing about their drama is its never really something internal, its always external. Least dramatic people but they are under attack. Honestly can't exactly answer this one for these three yet as I am still trying to figure the story out fjfjfl.

What are their “vetoes” for potential metamours? Do they have any at all?

The only one who is likely to have metamours is Zafir. Some red flags for metamours for Helvia and Valentine would be:

Possessiveness/jealousy to a toxic degree: A little jealousy is fine, perhaps even healthy. A lot of it is concerning.

Lack of willingness to communicate

Lack of respect for Zafir's priorities

Does the polycule ever have get-togethers or dates where everyone is present? What are they like?

Yes, they act as a family unit. Not so much "dates" in the typical sense, but they spend most of their meals together. One of their favorite activities is early morning tea. They talk about current events/plans for the day.

What are their sexual dynamics like? Is group sex frequent, or is it purely one-on-one?

I would say its about 50/50 group activities and one on one. Zafir and Helvia are the most active, with Helvia having the highest libido. Best way I have to describe their dynamic as a group is the charts below from an OT3 chart I filled out a long while ago:

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Are any of the polycule members asexual? How does that influence their relationship boundaries and their relationship to polyamory in general?

Zafir is sex positive asexual, and Valentine is demisexual.

Zafir's libido is very dependent on his partners. This isn't to say he doesn't have his own desires and fantasies, but he is less likely to be the one who initiates. He is very capable of living without for long periods but also more than happy to be intertwined every day.

Valentine's inexperience is met with the patience it deserves. He was untouched and had no interest in pursuing touch at the time of their meeting. Touch, sexual or otherwise, was reserved for only those Valentine committed his full heart to. He couldn't imagine being intimate with anyone below this standard.

Are any of the members keeping their polyamory a secret? Why?

None of them are secretive about it, but definitely play by a "need to know" mindset. This is to more or less protect themselves, especially when children get involved.

Has anyone experienced a particularly messy break-up while in the polycule? How did everyone handle it?

Not a breakup so much as one of them was dead for about twenty years, and it was before the full arrangement occurred. Call me River Song because, well, spoilers. I don't want to say too much about my plans :3c

I will say Zafir doesn't handle any of it well internally. I will give y'all this crumb.

Which of the members, if any, would be happy in a monogamous relationship if having a polycule wasn’t possible? Would any rather be single than monogamous?

None of them would be unhappy in monogamy, I think if anything. Its a bit of a neutral question.

For Helvia, she just desires to be loved and to feel in love, regardless of the number of people involved. She has a hard time imagining anyone else besides Zafir and/or Valentine at her side, however.

Zafir deeply desires connection. He wants to understand and to be understood. It takes effort to break down his walls. He is fine with keeping them up, but he is much happier to share with others.

Valentine's altruism is difficult to not fall in love with, and he desires little for himself. If I had to pinpoint one thing, he desires purpose. He has a tendency to see things in others that they do not see in themselves. I don't know if this is really anything but I feel like it is relevant to him and how he navigates romance.

Balthazar/Serana/Sofia

**note: Sofia is not my character, she is a fairly popular follower mod for Skyrim on Nexus. Anything I say about her is merely interpretation and I do not mean any offense to her original creator(s). Also these three are terrible for each other.

Did the relationship start polyamorous, or was it a monogamous relationship that eventually opened?

I don't think Balthazar would know what the word "commitment" meant if he got slapped with a dictionary. He is very convincing, and good at twisting his intentions to sound good or beneficial for everyone involved. I think Serana was fully aware of this, and saw directly through his bullshit, then decided it really wasn't her problem (it was).

Sofia was involved with Balthazar before he was turned vampire by Harkon. They stumbled across one another when Balthazar first arrived in Skyrim. He believed her when she said she knew everything there is to know. He kept her around when he realized that was a lie. Sofia was there when he found the sanctuary in Falkreath, and the resulting fallout. She never fully committed to being an agent of Sithis, to which Balthazar banished her from the Dawnstar sanctuary. He didn't see her again until years later, after establishing a relationship with Serana. I think that certainly took Sofia aback. She viewed Balthazar for what he presented, and never got to peel back the layers. Their relationship was surface level, Balthazar intended to keep it that way. Yet Sofia would not leave the couple alone. Serana may or may not take the slightest pleasure in seeing Balthazar writhe.

What’s the craziest polycule drama they’ve experienced so far?

There's so much I can think of for this because they have a baseline toxicity level of battery acid. Here's some silly ones:

The subject of Balthazar's side pieces will never not be funny to Sofia and Serana. They are his biggest bullies. They know the bar is in Oblivion. He has the rest of his immortal life to regret hooking up with fucking Cicero, once, three years ago, and they will remind him every day.

One time Balthazar let it slip he was a little more hands on with Harkon. Serana told him he was pathetic and desperate. They made up eventually but Sofia got to play glorified messenger for a week. She proceeded to entertain herself by lying to both of them about what the other was saying.

Sophia randomly disappears for weeks at a time to gods know where. Balthazar only finds out down the grapevine where as Serana is the first to know. Their lack of communication is astounding.

Balthazar is oddly jealous of Serana and Sofia's relationship. He almost prefers if they hated each other.

What are their “vetoes” for potential metamours? Do they have any at all?

Sofia and Balthazar likely have casual hookups outside of the polycule, but they don't particularly share this information unless asked by one of the others. If anyone is insane enough to follow one of these people home and say "yes I want to be part of this too" well. That's on them idk what to say.

Does the polycule ever have get-togethers or dates where everyone is present? What are they like?

I like to think they try, and when they do try it is mostly pleasant. Too bad they never learn and the cycle of endless drama continues. I'd say they have one good get together every month, and its normally just right place right time. As for what they do? Aha, well ;)

What are their sexual dynamics like? Is group sex frequent, or is it purely one-on-one?

80/20, one-on-one to group. Serana and Balthazar are around each other more often than not, but I like to think Serana will seek Sofia when Balthazar is being a pain. Its almost like she wants Balthazar to feel jealous and it works every time.

Are any of the polycule members asexual? How does that influence their relationship boundaries and their relationship to polyamory in general?

I like to headcannon Sofia to be more asexual. I can't really articulate further thats just her vibe to me.

Are any of the members keeping their polyamory a secret? Why?

I would say Serana is more embarrassed by Balthazar than anything even though they are obviously together. I think she uses Sofia as a scapegoat. This only works until Silavar--Serana and Balthazar's son--is born. It is a little difficult to hide who the father of an obviously half-mer child is when there are very few dunmer in and around Dawnstar/Solitude.

Has anyone experienced a particularly messy break-up while in the polycule? How did everyone handle it?

I don't think anyone has experienced a full break up yet. I like to think Serana is the type of woman to cut her losses and not turn back. But that would require Balthazar or Sofia doing something truly heinous. I think she makes excuses for Balthazar in particular because when she was at her lowest, he was at her side. That being said she is not afraid to stand her ground and draw boundaries, she knows Balthazar will get over it. And he does. There have been times where Balthazar has been convinced she will leave with Sofia (and he fucking deserves that) but they both endure.

Which of the members, if any, would be happy in a monogamous relationship if having a polycule wasn’t possible? Would any rather be single than monogamous?

They all kinda inserted themselves into this situation. Sofia in particular just couldn't keep her nose out of Serana and Balthazar's business. Balthazar was single for many years before he met Serana, it was probably for the best for both himself and others. But now Serana and Balthazar are totally codependent on each other so I think, if anything, just them would be fine. Things only grew complicated when Sofia was brought in, and all of them are to blame for that. Mostly Balthazar.

[zuuriell]

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hi everyone! my name is zuri and welcome to my blog!! here i’m going to share pretty random things to be honest, i’ll list a few below:

About my blog:

Random thoughts - it’ll probably end up being mostly these if i’m honest, i can’t stop talking sometimes no matter what the subject is about 😭

Shifting/Spiritual Stuff - i’d like to think i’m a pretty spiritual person; i’m into witchcraft (specifically crystals), runes + tarot, and i’m also a shifter! (i’ll write more later about my personal stuff with that, and be aware i’ll likely talk about it on multiple occasions)

Spreading Awareness! - i’m hoping for this to be one of the things i talk frequently about. i’ll likely speak a lot on disabilities, mental health, lgbtqia+ & women’s rights as those are what i have personal experience with, but it’s not a limited list! i will try my best to use this platform to advocate for people in any ways i can, so know i’ve got your back, friend <3

Also: just wanna note that my blog is here for everyone! other than the icky ppl listed in the DNI criteria below, you are welcome to be yourselves here, no judgement 🫶

DNI List:

1) NSFW/Kink Accounts:

-> I’m a minor & I want my blog to be an SFW safe space for everyone, so please do not interact or bring your content anywhere near mine

2) Antis (e.g. agere antis, shifting antis, etc.)

-> You don’t have to partake in it to approve of it, and again this is supposed to be a safe space for everyone, so haters should stay away pls and ty <3

3) Anti-LGBTQ+, Racists, Ableists, etc:

-> Pretty self-explanatory to be honest. I do not want these types of people interacting with me or my blog, respectfully please go away 🤗

About me:

i’m a 16 year old kid from england, also a november sagittarius

currently i am studying for my GCSEs! i am taking biology, english lang+lit, psychology and sociology! i am homeschooled too <3

i’m genderfluid + bisexual! my pronouns do change from day to day and i appreciate people who ask for my pronouns at the time, but if you don’t feel like doing that then they/them is fine :)

i have the best boyfriend ever! he’s so cool and he also has his own blog - @agere-tomndavid-imagines everyone should totally go check it out!! :D

i’m a shifter - i haven’t shifted yet but i’ve been attempting on and off for the last couple of years. my main dr is in the marvel cinematic universe!

i’m also an age regressor - this isn’t going to be an agere-specific blog, but i may talk about it here n there so just be aware of that (also if you are a regressor, pls be aware that i may swear in my posts! other than that though, this blog is SFW ^^)

i’m autistic and my special interests are: marvel (specifically loki ), sharks, fnaf and psychology

music is my life - my fav artists are: harry styles, taylor swift, james marriott & good kid

Additional note: i am disabled so please be aware and be patient with me! i’ve got POTS, PCOS & suspected hEDS - i know it looks like i just splurted out half the alphabet so if anyone wants me to explain these i am happy to do so LOL - and my healthcare isn’t the greatest either so i’m often having flareups, therefore if this blog isn’t the most consistent i apologise but i will still try my best :) ❤️

if anyone wants to message me, feel free- im always happy to meet new people!

have an awesome day/night, take care of yourself, and i hope to see you around! <33

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[chaneajoyyy]

Dear brilliant and stunning librarian, would you happen to have a list for:

Miguel O’Hara x black or poc reader

Simon Basset x black or poc reader

Please please please with a cherry on top if you have the time. 🙇🏾‍♀️

Oh thank you boo🥹. Hey love!!! I sure do!!!

MIGUEL O'HARA X BLACK OR POC READER

on the way, sunday mornings- @demiesworld

"idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭", a change in place, "omgg sunshine reader and her baby bots are an epitome of cuteness 😤🥺 i bet she would refuse to call then any other name than baby bots and watch miguel slowly loosing a "battle" - he will end up calling them like that too 😭", "i feel like miguel def gives rly mind blowing orgasms but not on purpose tho??", "no one can tell me that miguel isn’t the biggest gentleman ever!! He will carry your bags, open doors and all that like his life depends on it (all of it obviously with his constant frown but deep inside he couldn’t be happier)", mornings, "oml https://www.tumblr.com/inkdrinkerworld/723831735977197568/i-feel-like-miguel-def-gives-rly-mind-blowing imagine him giving you head…", "miguel would actually be *so* gently while fingering you..omg", "ab riding with miguel makes me go feral. like r is being so needy, and he's just like “this is all you're getting”, "can i request grumpy miguel x sunshine reader where miguel is more grumpy than usual because a spider keeps hitting on reader, but they’re so oblivious to the flirting and miguel interprets the interaction as them flirting back, when they’re just being nice (if that makes sense, no worries if you don’t want to :) )", "what about grumpy!reader and grumpy!miguel, like sexual tension and staredowns and aaalmost kissing but not and WHEEWAWWWSEDR", "sunshine civilian!reader and grumpy!miguel's date getting interrupted by some other anomaly and him being all grumpy and annoyed while she's just like "it's fine! just don't get hurt !!" , "could you write a blurb where autistic!reader is having a non-verbal day and miguel stops peter b from asking her a lot of questions and stuff because she can't respond? thank you <33", "Miguel prompts you say?? could i request "just...come here." pretty pls and ty xxxx", "pretty pls could u do headcannons of when miguel is jealous LORD cant get enough of him 😔😔😔", "Miguel asking Peter B for love advice since he wants so badly to ask the reader out on a date but it's been so long since he got involved with someone that he just don't know what to do 😂🩷", "Hiiiii what do you think about Miguel x grumpy!reader? I see Miguel and sunshine reader quite a lot here and as a black cat/ fellow grump…I was curious~", "Miguel doesn't want anyone to know but he actually loves that Peter brings Mayday to the association. His heart melts every time she laughs and he honestly loves watching her powers develop.", "for miguel maybe number 1 from the gesture prompts?? possibly with autistic reader<3", "mon bébé!! would u ever consider writing more abt your harleyquinn!reader x miguel?? i loved itttt soooo🥺🥺 maybe one where he learns about her past relationship with the joker and how bad he treated her which makes him want to protect and love her even moreee (also it just makes him want to track down the goddamn clown and beat the fuck outta him) I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORKKKK", "fawn my love!! If it’s no bother, what do u think abt miguel being with a harleyquinn!fem!reader? i am dying to hear ur thots on that!b🤍🤍"- @inkdrinkerworld

multiple endings- @infernalodie

drip- @daydreamingsirens

SIMON BASSETT X BLACK OR POC READER

pleasing the duke series- @royallyprincesslilly

*IF ANYONE KNOW ANY MORE MIGUEL O'HARA AND SIMON BASSETT FICS PLEASE HIT MY LINE!!!!*

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Meet the Mun

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

With this blog, Alaire is an OC I've been writing since I was around 13 years old (I'm about to turn 33 next month) and I've just still been writing him since then. I often have the most muse for him because his character is particularly special to me. With my other blogs, it varies. Sometimes I want to write characters better than their canon, some of them are alters(I have DID), and some of them just seemed really fun to play!

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

I refuse to write anything involving noncon. If it has happened to a character in their past or that character is discussing their trauma and things of that nature, that is perfectly fine, but I will not roleplay anything involving it having happened during the time our muses have met. It is traumatic for me.

I also won't write like - extensive fighting scenes(unless we've discussed what will take place - the expected outcome and things like that) mostly because every time I've tried to write them with people no one ever wants to let their character get hurt or lose or even come close to losing and it's always has to be mine that's losing so I've just gotten tired of it at this point. I get you don't want your character to lose, but come on, they aren't invincible.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I enjoy writing a lot of things, to be honest(romance, darker themes, etc - I love writing a bunch of stuff but I don't think I have a favourite?). Just so long as you're not asking for something I've blatantly listed I won't write.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Honestly it's almost always just kind of random for me. I'll be sitting around and suddenly an idea will just pop into my head. Or I'll be watching/reading/playing something and it'll give me ideas for my characters :3

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

I think it tends to depend on how I'm personally feeling (if I'm currently not vibing with sound/overstimulated) or whether or not the music fits the theme of what I'm listening to. Sometimes my thoughts are so loud that listening to things can distract me from writing (because of my DID) so it really depends. I would say I listen to music about half the time. Most of the time if I am though, it's this playing on the background of my PS4.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Most of the time I wing them. Me planning then is often very rare o: Unless we've discussed a specific plot point.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

I love shipping! I'm always happy to ship with people so long as both are characters are of age (even if sex isn't involved, it makes me uncomfortable personally to roleplay underage characters together even if they're canon) and we discuss it. :3

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

My name is Joseph but my close friends/partners refer to me as Jojo :3

ᴀɢᴇ?

32. Turning 33 next month!

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

April 10th!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Black and purple. Any shade of purple is my favourite ngl.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Nakigahara - The GazettE

Uroko - Dir en Grey

ギミアブレスタッナウ/ Give me a break Stop now - REOL

Bijin - CHANMINA

Nocturnal - New Years Day

Moth - HELLYEAH

The Wikked - Witchz

Kill My Vibe - Witchz

MYBAD! -Grioten x Ethan Ross x Sayfalse x SaintRxse

Separation Feels Familiar - Alisxn Gray

The In-Between - In This Moment

Village of Whispers - Mick Gordon

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

The FNAF movie, I think

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Hannibal

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Village of Whispers - Mick Gordon

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Sushi!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Fall

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I'm not going to answer this because I don't want to make anyone upset ^^

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