#Anytime Energizer

[crandberrysaucewithpulp]

party miles you will be immortal

[queervegancryptid]

Part of what Cory Booker is doing with this filibuster is reading things into the record. Sometimes when people do a filibuster, they just say shit. I think one time Ted Cruz read "Green Eggs and Ham" into the record. Another dude sang the Mets theme song or whatever the shit.

If you actually have substantial things to say, you don't have to do that. I mean, not for nothing, but what we're watching here is a man doing the job he was elected to do. Our public officials work for us, the people. It's nice to see some of them take that obligation seriously.

Booker is standing there with a binder that he's not even halfway through reading. *Over 42k people are watching it just on YouTube. I haven't watched the news yet today, but I've got the live feed of this open on my computer.

I hope he has a catheter and/or a diaper on. He said he'd continue as long as he's physically able. Probably he's been on a liquid diet for a day or so. I would plan ahead for this.

If Republicans are going to refuse to do the work, if they're going to refuse to take up serious business and would like instead to fuck shit up... Well, we've got a choice to make, don't we? I don't know what the long-term solution looks like. But we can and should talk about it. We can and should take steps to make sure the public record reflects reality to the extent possible.

Really, if we want to come back from this, we have to talk about it. And we know that the official records during this time especially will be, shall we say, less than reliable. So there is value in speaking the truth into the public record.

I'm not in love with the Democratic party as an institution. But this can also be energizing and inspiring for people. He's setting an example, and hopefully his example will shame others into growing a backbone. Hopefully.

I really don't have any hope for Schumer. But Booker, along with folks like Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren, AOC, and Jasmine Crockett, are doing what they can do, and I respect it.

This is definitely a coordinated thing, though. Finally, Dems are showing that they have some strategic ability. Booker is the main speaker, but other Dems are asking questions, while allowing him to retain the floor. In this way, it's clear that they're working together, and several people in the room have jobs to do in support of Booker's efforts. They're expanding on his points and doing a call-and-response thing, which is an effective tactic in more ways than one, and it allows him to rest his voice for a few moments at a time.

So I'm not becoming a cheerleader for anybody yet. But what he's doing is important, even if it doesn't change anything directly.

Miss me with bipartisanship talk though. I really can't see that as a viable option at this point. Unless something radical changes, I wouldn't trust that at all. So anytime somebody like Schumer talks about Republicans coming to the table, I can't be bothered to listen. They have repeatedly shown us that they have no intention of doing that and that they further do not care about right and wrong at all. Or if they do, they think their actions are right, and I'm not sure which is worse, but in both cases, I would not call them trustworthy. Their priority is being in lockstep with Trump and the prescribed agenda of the party, not the American people.

At least Booker is trying to do something. Shit.

* When I started typing this, the number of viewers was just over 42k. Now it's over 45k and climbing.

[hxney-lemcn]

Passionate Hearts — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: what making out with the overblots is like.

tw: steamy-ish, this is as steamy as I'll ever get (not much at all lmao)

a/n: idk where this came from. Idek how good this is. I don't even like writing steamy stuff so this kinda reads more artistic somehow?? Idk

wc: 1.3k (~ 185 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

How uncouth of him. He can’t seem to stop you as you continue to enchant him with your lovely kisses. Riddle is nothing but a lovesick fool when it comes to you, and it becomes apparent as your kiss becomes more fervent. He’s a blushing mess as you seem to be unable to pull away. His heart is a stuttering mess, and he never wants you to stop. No matter how passionate your kisses become, it's still gentle. The way he caresses your face is soft, his lips caressing yours so lovely that you feel weak in the knees. And when you pull away, finally getting your fill of his love, you both are a bit of a mess. Hair slightly disheveled, clothes a bit crooked, lips a bit puffy. You couldn’t complain though, it wasn’t every day that you saw the Heartslabyul housewarden so unkempt. Riddle also didn’t seem to mind so much, as long as you only do such actions behind closed doors. He doesn’t think he could handle the embarrassment if Ace or Deuce caught you both in such an intimate act.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

Unlike Riddle, Leona is ruthless when it comes to your more passionate moments. Fervent kisses turn wild with lips being bit and prodding tongues. It feels like you’re being devoured every time and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You had never seen him so passionate about something until he refused to let your lips part. He loved the way you felt, your soft lips puffy with abuse, hair tangled between his fingers. Leona was addicted to your taste and he isn’t shy about it. Sure, he is a bit lazy, beckoning you to come closer to him, but he’ll leave you breathless and wanting more by the end. It isn’t fair how unaffected he seems after he’s done, pulling you closer for a nap (he needed to re-energize after all that labor). His silky hair was barely rustled, his clothes as messy as they normally were. The only evidence of your actions was his slightly puffy lips. Don’t worry though, people know he’s yours with the way he’ll kiss you anywhere anytime. Leona isn’t afraid to put some runts in their place.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul has a love-hate relationship with the idea of kissing you. On one hand, he can’t live without your lips slotted on his, on the other…he hates how vulnerable he feels. Though that feeling dissipates quickly when he’s suddenly surrounded with you. Your touch, your smell, you love. He’s a greedy man and he’ll take any attention from you he can get. His kisses turn desperate quickly, like he’d die if you were to pull away. Azul is a bit more of a messy kisser than he’d like to admit. His desperation for your love overpowers any of his other thoughts and he finds himself scrambling for purchase, holding onto you for dear life. Azul looks at you with so much love when you pull away you feel like your heart is about to explode. As much as he’d like to continue, he forlornly concludes that you both can’t stay like this forever. Perhaps another time, you’re always welcome in his VIP room at the lounge after all…just make sure Jade and Floyd don’t notice your disheveled appearance as you exit. 

❥ Jamil Viper

It wasn’t often that Jamil indulged in such acts. Let himself be so vulnerable. But as you continued to leave sweet short kisses, he found his resolve crumbling. It scared him that you were able to make him give in so easily, but he trusted you, something that not many people had. His kisses feel a bit controlling, his hand pressed against the back of your neck keeping you in place. Jamil’s kisses are slow and deliberate. Every action has its purpose, and he loves to take his time and savor you. You find yourself hypnotized without his signature spell. Despite the deeply intimate act, he’s still tender with you. Jamil isn’t touchy with you often, so he’ll make sure you know how much he loves you. He hates to admit how he doesn’t want to stop, but his break is almost over. You’re more messy looking than he is at the end, and Jamil can’t help but look smug. People won’t catch you in the act, but it raises some eyebrows when you come out of Jamil’s room a little more messy than when you entered. 

❥ Vil Schoenheit

You lucky bastard. Another one that doesn’t indulge in such actions often. Vil doesn’t like to admit how much you get to him. The fact that he restrains from any physical affection with you mixed with how much he wants to drown you in love…yeah lets say he finds himself releasing his pent up emotions on your poor lips. He only allows such acts when you're both unwinding for the day, and you are not allowed to leave any evidence (he has an image to uphold). Vil kisses you with so much passion you’re left breathless with the first one, and he won’t hold up either. You seriously question his remark of you being his first partner because the way he kisses you makes him feel like an expert. He looks like a God (always) by the end. Eyes dilated, chest heaving, golden hair barely out of place (but enough to make your heart flutter, you did that). Once you both slow down, he’ll pepper your face with kisses wishing you a good night's rest as he plays with your hair…you're not sure if you could sleep after that. 

❥ Idia Shroud

You will always be the one to initiate such intimate acts. As much as he wants to, he’s too shy. An innocent kiss going a little farther as Idia couldn’t resist the temptation that was you. And as your lips locked, Idia found his nervous energy leaving him as his mind melted into a goop. His kisses are inexperienced, teeth clashing with yours (he didn’t mean too), but he’ll learn over time. He can be a fast learner, and who wouldn’t want to get some practice in? (Idia is more willing than you’d think). He gets a bit uncharacteristically confident the longer you two kiss. Pressing your lips together more firmly, shaking hands holding onto your figure, small whimpers swallowed by your awaiting mouth. Both of you are flustered beyond imagination by the end, warm cheeks and fast beating hearts, shaky breaths. Just like that, Idia finds himself short circuiting. You were just so amazing, lovely, warm…you were gonna kill him one day. Don’t even think of doing anything like that in public though, he might actually die (and cry and never go outside again). 

❥ Malleus Draconia

Every time you shared a kiss it would be one of passion. Malleus loves you so much he felt the need to express it, make sure you clearly understood how much you meant to him. But you would have to be the one to push further, as Malleus usually left it at one kiss, he wanted you to set the pace. He won’t back down if you continue to kiss him, his actions will become more possessive. Hands that cradled your cheeks move to the back of your head, his kisses becoming more hungry. He basks in your warmth, in your love, in your being. He loses himself in you, and he internally thanks you for allowing himself to indulge in your love. Malleus isn’t foolish enough to think it's appropriate for such actions to be indulged in with others present…but he also finds himself uncaring. He loves you, and if you wish it, who was he to deny? (Sebek will be so stunned that he can’t get any words out). Not to mention how exhilarating to see the fae prince’s composure shattered. Pink cheeks, dilated eyes, puffy lips…oh what a sight indeed.

[haveihitanerve]

(anon that is writing the split emotions!bruce fic here) YOU ARE GIVING ME TOO MANY BRAIN WORMS

THEY SCREAM WITH IDEAS

SO I SHALL PLUCK ONE OUT AND GIVE TO U

Bruce gets Magic-ed to make others be able to feel his emotions if they make skin to skin contact

He does a bunch of tests to see if he's safe to be around since doesn't know the exact spell he got hit by and eventually Z gives him the green light to head back home

He gets out of his suit and the rest depends on the first batkid that he runs into

Just really want them to be able to feel the love, pride, worry, and fondness he's terrible at expressing (and them [un]subtlety trying to feel his emotions towards them again)

URGH NOOO!!!

Because this could go so many ways... fuck

Zatanna waved the stick around his face one last time, almost colliding with his nose, and Bruce did his best not to flinch. "Its called a wand." She growled under her breath, as though hearing his thoughts, but Bruce wasn't much interested in what the damned thing was called.

He knew she was being so careless on purpose, maybe even hoping she'd accidentally give him a good whack, but Bruce wasn't taking any chances bringing home some dangerous magical curse, so she would do her scans as many times until he was satisfied.

"There." She huffed, sacking back into her chair, and offered him a bland smile. "Completely harmless. I told you Bruce. The only thing this weird ass "curse" can do is warmth." Bruce raised a skeptical eyebrow, as he had done when she'd first told him.

"Warmth?" He echoed hollowly, doubtful still. Zatanna rolled her eyes, smacking a hand to his forearm. Immediately, Bruce felt his blood buzz under his skin, forearms tightening. Zatanna let out a little sigh, smiling at him faintly, but it was more sincere than before.

"Yep!" She popped the p and stood, suddenly more energized. "Just passes over some warmth." Her smile didn't seem all too truthfully, but Bruce doubted her sudden good mood would last if he demanded another check.

"Alright." He sighed, finally standing, and Zatanna tapped him fondly on his chest.

"Just because you have seen the bad consequences of magic does not mean it can't be good." She murmured. "And this is a good one!" She grinned, smile almost too wide. Too mischievous. Bruce's eyes narrowed. He'd seen the expression one too many times on his children's faces to not be wary. "It's been cold in Gotham recently, maybe this will be a blessing for your home." Zatanna distracted innocently, opening the door to impolitely tell him to leave.

"Hn." Bruce hummed back, slipping his cowl back over his head, his gloves following. "Thank you Z." Her smile softened as she leaned against the door, though her eyes still sparkled in the dim glow of the streetlights.

"Anytime B. It should wear off in a few days. Until then, enjoy it." And the door was closed in his face. Bruce huffed in amusement, tugging out his grapple gun and swinging towards the Manor.

"Oracle?" He clicked his back teeth, coms activating. "Am I all clear to head home?" Barbara hummed back confirmation, the familiar and soothing sound of her typing quickly filling his ears.

"Yeah- hey can you swing by quickly? There's a package for Dick and I won't see him until later, I'd rather he get it now." Bruce rolled his eyes but obediently switched routes, running along the familiar roofs that led to the Clock Tower.

"I'm not an errand boy for y'alls love letters you know." He grumbled, even as he undid the hatch and slipped inside the slightly warmer confines of their communication tower.

Barbara grinned at him from the computer, spinning in her wheelchair to roll over to the couch and grab a small rectangular package. "Long day today or why am I being greeted by the Gotham "y'all"?"

Bruce rolled his eyes again, accepting the small parcel and wedging it under his arm. "Hilarious." He grumbled, leaning forward to capture Babs in a quick hug.

She started at the sudden embrace, but quickly relaxed, arms circling around his waist in a known fashion. "Any particular reason?" Her voice was muffled by his suit, but Bruce heard her anyway.

He shrugged, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head before pulling away. Babs blinked, dazed, her hands fluttering near her head for a second, and she regarded him oddly.

"Just missing my kids." He murmured, one leg already out the window again. Barbara waggled her finger in his direction, already over her momentary lack of composure that Bruce wasn't quite sure where it originated from.

"Haven't adopted me yet!" She cried, faux dramatics and outrage. Bruce just lifted the package in response.

"If he doesn't hurry I will." It was an empty threat, seeing as both Barbara was already a legal adult and had a father of her own, but the emotion behind it was all that mattered. Barbara laughed, waving him away.

"Good night B." He smiled, slipping back into the night. His pace to the Manor increased, as Zatanna was right, it had grown exponentially chilly recently, and it was only a few minutes before he'd reached the cave and slipped inside.

"B-man!" Bruce almost jumped, almost, but the subtle flinch was enough to send Stephanie to the floor, cackling with laughter. "OH that's my best moment yet!" She cheered from the floor, grinning up at him as he loomed over her, glowering.

"Good evening." She greeted, sticking her hand up as though to shake, or ask to stand. Bruce rolled his eyes and ignored both, side stepping the child on the floor to place the package for Dick on the bat-table.

Steph sighed dramatically from where she lay on the ground, and shuffled her feet so that she was at a better angle to look at him. "Rough day today huh Boss?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow as he slipped off his cowl, depositing it onto the table as well. "Why are you here Stephanie?" Steph pouted, even going so far as to cross her arms.

"Sick of me already are we?" There was distinct teasing in her tone, but enough vulnerability that Bruce didn't immediately agree. Instead he rolled his eyes again, pretending he hadn't heard the moment of weakness.

"Stephanie I'm afraid you've grown on me. Like a tumor." He deadpanned instead, spinning in his chair once before smacking his feet to the ground to halt it, and leveled a hard look at her. "In order for me to be sick of you, I'd have to remove a piece of myself."

Steph laughed, and if her voice was a little scratchy he ignored that too. She lunged to her feet, using the trick Dick had taught all Robins at some point, and Bruce turned back to the computer as she draped herself across the back of his chair.

She and Dick scared him, sometimes, with their utter lack of bones. They were both limber to an incredible degree, and having lived under Selina's guidance for over a year, Steph was very much catlike in her movements, currently arching her back as she lolled over his chair. Bruce didn't even want to know how she managed to stay balanced.

"Bring me anything fun from patrol?" she asked after a few seconds of silence as Bruce filled out the usual after-patrol forms. He glanced at her, unimpressed. "From patrol?" He repeated, playing dumb.

Steph rolled her eyes. "Oh come on Boss. Don't play dumb. Did anyone have anything fun?" Bruce rolled his eyes(if he did it any more he feared they'd fall out of his head), returning his attention to his spreadsheet.

"You know my stance on taking things from the people of Gotham." Steph scoffed, rolling off the chair and instead taking a seat on the table, lounging across it.

"They're criminals." She pointed out, like they hadn't had variations of this conversation almost once a week since he'd met her.

Bruce sent her an unimpressed look. "By most people's standards, so are we." he pointed out, his usual argument. Steph rolled her eyes, dropping down onto the table, effectively cutting off his access to typing.

"Can we just skip the fight today and go to what you got me?" She asked hopefully, smiling up at him. Bruce frowned at her, tugging his hands back from where she'd flopping on top of them. Her smile widened.

Bruce sighed, tugging off his gloves, and reached into one of his pockets. Steph squealed, sitting up, hands out expectantly.

"This doesn't mean I took it from anyone." He warned. Steph chuckled. "Ok old man- ya bought it. Fair and square. I got it. But you still got something for me!" He had no counter for that, so he reluctantly handed over the small gadget he'd purchased a few days ago when he'd been window shopping with Harley.

Steph stared at the small wad of black fabric, her face lighting up as she unveiled its contents. "Lock picks?" She gasped, looking at him with pure delight. Bruce nodded the affirmative.

"State of the art. I know your old ones are-" Before he could explain his observation and why he'd bought the little treasure for her(a remnant of their Batman and Robin days when she'd dropped little trinkets into the pockets that she'd stolen from criminals they'd apprehended and he started returning the gesture with his own gifts) her arms were around his neck in a hug.

Bruce startled in surprise, and his blood buzzed as her arms came into direct contact with his skin, but hugged her back. Before he had fully wrapped his arms around her though, Steph flinched back, eyes wide.

"What was that." She whispered, breathless, hand clasped tightly around his gift. Bruce frowned, before he realized what she was asking.

"Apologies for not informing you." Bruce apologized. "It's why I was home so late, Zatanna was checking it was nonlethal. I was hit with a spell that makes me exude warmth when I come into direct contact with someone." He explained. Stephanie's eyes narrowed at him.

"Is that what you'd call it?" She muttered, eyes dancing around nervously. Bruce frowned, hand reaching to touch his neck where she'd touched.

"Is.. everything alright? That's what Zatanna said it did.." he repeated doubtfully.

Steph let out a humorless laugh. "Of course she did. Fu-" Bruce sent her a warning look. "Frickin witch." Steph hastened. He nodded, a small smile curling his lips.

"Well, what did you feel?" Bruce asked, curious now. Steph hesitated, hands bunching her shirt.

"i- uh. I felt. Warm." She whispered. "Yeah... I guess. I guess I did feel warm." A small smile tugged her lips. "Zatanna was right. It does provide warmth to whoever touches you Bruce. You provide warmth."

Bruce frowned at the strange phrasing, and the sudden agreement with Zatanna when she'd previously been so vehemently against it, but as Stephanie hesitantly curled up again in his arms, muttering a thank you for her new lock picks, Bruce decided the issues wasn't worth pushing. Not so long as it wasn't bringing her any harm.

-ugh so that did not go in a way i'd planned actually- im not upset about it, it's fine and I actually did want Stephanie and Babs to be the focus of this one because my girls get way too little time with their not-dad for my liking, but it did spiral a little in the middle there and I took a second to get it back on track- anyway thanks/no thanks for infecting me with that little brain bug, but i enjoyed writing it at least!

The entire completed thing :)

in case anyone wants to see more batkid reactions :)

[mrs-weasley-reid]

YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME

(young) Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Sypnosis: Opposites attract, but Aaron reasons that it doesn't mean the magnets should connect. Just because he's in love with you doesn't mean he has to admit it. WARNING: Angst. A/N: inspired by the song Too Sweet by Hozier

From the moment Aaron Hotchner met you, he knew you'd be the death of him.

Your bright aura. Your friendly personality. Your witty jokes. Your everything. You.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't drawn to you like everybody else. In fact, he was probably one of the willing victims of your sweetness.

The two of you joined the academy at the same time. Compared to Aaron, you were the one he would call a magnet. You had everyone attracted to you like a moth to a flame, and all you had to do was smile.

Finding out that you both got a position at the Behavioral Analysis Unit gave him such a euphoric daze. Aaron thought he was just happy that he got the job he wanted. But if he had to admit, seeing you was one of the reasons that it felt right.

"Good morning, Hotch!" You came in like the morning sun, filled with energy and blinding light. You slumped on your swivel chair with a chuckle, "Y'know, smiling a little bit won't kill you. How are we supposed to recruit more people to the team if you're frowning all the time?" You coaxed with a playful grin, easing onto your desk that sat across from him.

You were the first person to ever call him Hotch, getting the idea on accident over a cup of coffee. You were in the middle of bringing his mug in the name of being a kind teammate when you rattled on a simple, "Be careful, it's hotch!" followed by bursting out of laughter after the innocent mistake.

And since then, you couldn't call him anything else. Aaron wasn't thinking of correcting you anytime soon. After all, you two have been working together for the past five years, contributing to the continuous development of the BAU.

One other thing...

Aaron Hotchner has been in love with you for years, and kept it buried in the deepest corner of his heart.

Why?

He thought of many things.

First, your coffee order. He took his coffee straight black. The bitterness kept him awake enough to function. You, however, had some step-by-step concoction that kept you insanely energized for the day.

Second, your bedtime. He stays up as late as he could. The silence brought him peace as he listened to his pen scribble on his action report. You, however, slept as early as eight in the evening or as soon as you were allowed.

Aaron wouldn't hesitate to say more, but it'd take him an eternity.

He knew so much about you that someone might render him a creep had he mentioned it to anyone else but himself.

Because one thing Aaron Hotchner knew well was you.

And he knew you'd change in an instant if someone asked you to.

Aaron couldn't possibly have you do such a horrible thing.

The world needed your brightness. Aaron convinced himself that the world needed you more than he could ever do.

You were too good for him, too sweet.

So, why ruin the incredible person you are?

His love for you could be treated with constant denial, but whatever damage he could do to your bright spark would be a crime.

Loving you was a crime.

"I got it!" You erupted in the bullpen, jumping like a three-year-old child. Your vision caught Aaron, who had just walked in. You snatched him into a tight hug as you continued to bounce on your feet.

Aaron couldn't stop his lips from curving, melting into a puddle as he felt your arms wrap around him. His body stood frozen, but his heart was beating so loud he was afraid you could hear it.

Jason Gideon came out of his office to see the commotion, David Rossi right behind him. The two founding fathers of the unit curiously wondered what may have made them stop in the middle of a chess game.

"What's the jumping for?" David had his eyebrows knitted but was enjoying the way you celebrated with joy.

Another reason why Aaron couldn't possibly admit his feelings for you. You were contagious. Your glee always affected everyone, influencing an individual with the tiniest sound of your giggles.

You retracted away from Aaron, facing David. "I got the position in Interpol!" You exclaimed with pride, gasping for air after your prior actions.

Jason and David raised their eyebrows, accordingly giving you a congratulatory embrace. You felt their happiness for you in every bone they had almost crushed. Still, you paid no mind. The news made you feel elated, fueling you with a sense of fulfillment.

"It'd be different to not have you here, but I'm proud of you. Interpol would be glad to have you." Jason remarked with a satisfying nod. "You ready to move to Washington?"

"Even better," You bit your lower lip from excitement, "I'm going to France!" You clasped your mouth with both your hands, containing your squeals behind it.

Aaron heard his entire heart shatter into pieces as your triumph echoed on the walls of the bullpen. Everything became a blur and muffled.

Years of keeping his feelings a secret was no easy task, but at least he got to see your sweet smile each day. He couldn't imagine his life without listening to your random fits of laughter.

How was he going to survive a day without your daily reminder that he was human and not some poker-faced mannequin?

Who would complain about his bitter taste for coffee?

Where would he look when he needed a source of hope in the form of a warm smile?

What would he do without you in his life..?

But you just looked so proud, so excited, so... happy.

So, Aaron Hotchner put up a brave face and soft smile, "Congratulations."

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[ackermai07]

hi there !! i hope you're having a great day so far ^^

i wanted to request the three musketeers (katsuki, izuku, shoto) that give prince/ss treatment to reader ! like the reader is just so tooth-rotting sweet that the boys can't help but treat reader that way ฅʕ◍·̀·́◍ʔฅ

you are so free to ignore this if its not up to your taste ^^ thank you in advance !! 💌🍰

girl you're crazy if you think this isn't up to my taste, you literally blessed me with this! Anyways I hope you have fun reading, enjoy!

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya, fem!reader

𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: headcanon, fluff!

Don't repost!

The one thing we all agree on.

He'll cook for you.

No one argues with this; he's literally your personal chef.

He'll always make sure you eat well, whether you're a big eater or not.

This damn guy will literally stuff your stomach and cook for you anytime.

You can wake him up even at 2 a.m., and he won't mind, like:

"Hey, Katsu... I'm feeling kinda hungry... so-"

"Shut up, I already know."

And boom, he'll get up to cook a delicious meal for you and make sure you go to sleep feeling full.

He also loves styling your hair, no matter the type.

Straight, wavy, curly, it doesn't matter.

Just tell him how you want your hair, and he'll do it professionally.

He does most of the chores for you, like cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, etc.

He absolutely hates seeing you tired or exhausted; he sees himself strong enough to do everything.

"You weren't created for exhaustion, not even your beautiful ass deserves to be tired from sitting."

Another reason he always holds you in his arms when you're alone together.

He always brings snacks for you at school.

At the end of each class, he turns around to give you candy or chocolate to keep you energized.

(He completely refuses to admit he brought them for you, always saying he got them by chance.)

When you're sitting in the dorm with others, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder if you're tired.

He absolutely doesn't let you go downstairs; he always carries you bridal style while going down while you're in his arms.

His excuse is that you're too foolish and will definitely trip and fall and hurt yourself.

(He loves you dearly and worries about you like crazy.)

Did I mention he's your guard dog?

Wherever you are, he walks behind you and gives death glares to anyone who dares to stare at you.

He also makes sure every day that he's the first person to say good morning or goodnight to you, whether in person or through messages.

He's not a big person with words, but he makes sure to say "I love you" enough times because he knows it makes you happy.

Believe me, he's just there for your happiness (I would die for this man).

This boy is the epitome of sweetness.

He's not just a green flag, he's the whole forest.

One thing I'm sure of is that he'll take notes for you during classes.

Even if you've already taken your own notes, he doesn't mind.

He still brings your notebooks and edits your notes to make them look like his own.

If you ask him why he does this, he simply replies:

"Just to ensure our information is the same so we don't have any problems when we study together."

He just loves being the reason behind your intellectual growth and knowing that he's helping you.

Every night, literally every night, he braids your hair.

Because he simply read that braiding hair before bed helps keep it healthy.

(He loves touching your hair and smelling its scent.)

Speaking of nighttime, he takes you for walks at night when everyone else is asleep and lies on the grass to watch the sky just because you told him you love seeing the stars.

He's literally the kind of gentleman who lays his jacket over a puddle of water for you to walk on so you don't get wet.

He has a sixth sense about you, so for example, whenever something bad happens to you, he's already there to fix it.

He's 100% ready to defend you against anyone and doesn't feel embarrassed to stand up to them either.

He carries your bag for you on the way to school and back to the dorm, insisting on it even when you say it's okay.

He loves sharing his food with you; he always does.

No matter what it is, he always makes sure you take at least a bite of it.

"I don't taste the food's flavor until I share it with you."

He always keeps your hands intertwined and makes sure you're close to him, especially in crowds.

Every day, he makes sure to kiss you on the cheek and tell you how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you, and how much he loves you.

This guy is literally like a character from books.

He has a top-notch degree in princess treatment.

He buys you anything you want, no matter what.

Even if it's a car plated with gold, he'll always fulfill your desires.

He flirts with you, but in poetic ways.

For example, he reads a love quote or a poem and makes sure to dedicate it to you.

Either he writes it for you on a paper and places it on your desk in your room before you wake up, or he whispers it in your ear just to drive you crazy.

He loves seeing you shy and flustered.

He also buys you books, a lot of them.

The reason for that is your talk about a story or a novel.

Be sure that by tomorrow he'll present you with the entire book series along with a red rose.

"Shoto! You didn't have to do that!"

"If my girl desires something, she gets it."

(Help me... I'm melting while writing this)

He lets you do anything to him literally.

Braiding his hair, putting makeup on him, dressing him up as you wish... etc.

Just say the word, and he's like, "Yes, ma'am"

(Once you put your daily makeup on him, and literally you cried because he looked more beautiful than you by miles.)

This man is literally carrying your bags when he takes you shopping.

And he doesn't complain; it gives him a sense that he's your strong man.

He also allows you to try makeup on the back of his hand.

(He's as pale as hell.)

He carries you on his back if you feel tired from walking.

Or in other words, if he feels it, which means he always carries you on his back.

So you won't tire from something as silly as walking.

He knows that everyone is looking at both of you, but does he care? Of course not.

(I feel like he's read "The Art of Indifference" at least 100 times.)

He's the kind of guy who allows you to wear anything you want.

You might come to him not sure about your clothes, and he simply shrugs in indifference.

"Wear whatever you want; I can fight."

(But not too revealing because you won't get away with it.)

One of his greatest features is that he uses his quirk to either warm you up or cool you down according to the weather.

He always gives you his jacket even without you asking because he knows that his scent calms you down and also ensures that you're warm.

Like the others, he makes sure you eat well and goes crazy if he knows you haven't.

(I think this is an Asian thing...)

This might seem gross, but on the contrary, it's not the case for him, but he allows you to spit out the food you didn't like on his hand.

He tells you to do it in the most poetic expression ever.

He hugs you a lot, first because he loves being close to you and secondly to stick his scent to you, so people can smell you and know that you're his

(he has a special scent so..)

(I've written a lot for him, I know, and I'm sorry, but I love him so much that I couldn't stop!!)

I hope you had fun reading! Please feel free to request more whenever you like!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 20

Summary: Your mouth tastes something awful and you haven't showered in a while, but a little dragon pet needs to have his horns cleaned.

(Warning: it's another 'Caretaker going through a depressive episode.' It's always a cycle, battling it then relapsing and battling it all over again.)

Isn't it frustrating how easy it is for habits you've done for years can suddenly be broken? All because something inside you, that fire that everyone seems to have that gets them up in the morning, just went out for no apparent reason. And all you're left with is the weight of your own tired body as the sun rises, falls, and rises again.

You haven't brushed your teeth in a while. That's always the first thing to go. And now showers have gone along with it. You've been wearing this same night fit for the past week, your nose long already used to your own smell. You've slept and you've slept but you still nowhere near any closer to feeling energized again.

You can't say you're chained to your bed. You could very well get up at anytime. Nothing's really stopping you. Yeah you feel tired, but you're not exhausted.

Still though, you're here, under sheets that need to be washed, because you don't want to get up at all.

…there's a knock on your window. A delicate plink plink plink upon glass. You finally wretched your gaze from your so-very-interesting ceiling. Two little green eyes. Face pink from the hot summer sun, squished up against glass, breath fogging it up, and horns covered in… fertilizer.

Ah, the little dragon looked so very angry. You probably would be too, but you can't really say that. Look at you, you're surrounded by trash: discarded wrappers, empty water bottles, sticky puddles of… honestly you don't remember.

Either way, you got up, because you know this pet of Silver's, and he will melt through the glass if you're not quick enough. What a weird creature he is, capable of both fae-typical elegance and meat-headed brutality.

You unlatched the window and cracked it open. The smell of the outside air only making it more apparent just how pungent you are. "How did this even happen?"

Of course, Malleus couldn't reply to you. All he did was fly in and plant his little butt on the edge of your night stand, as it was the only place without trash on it. He kept his dignity about him somehow, even amidst all this mess. Huh.

You opened your hand, "Let's get you rinsed off first, okay?" You didn't have any clean towels but you have rolls of paper towels at least. Afterwards, you'll probably need some wipes, that oil that Silver dropped off way back when--though you do have to check if it's expired--and then that brush that you do not remember where you left it but know you still have somewhere. "You love taking good care of your horns, huh?"

You'd pet him, but you don't want to get fertilizer on your skin. That and you're pretty sure Malleus is in no mood for any affection. Too many things are assaulting his senses and while he looks composed, the tip of his tail was practically vibrating and his eyes are more narrowed than usual as he crawled onto your palm.

He's a hair-trigger away from exploding. Sluggishly, you walked to the bathroom, taking careful care not to stumble from laying down for too long.

Alright, time to get the water ready.

…and may as well get a shower in while you're at it. Just gotta get the shower chair out. Oh, and you should probably wash your mouth while you wait for the water to heat up.

The towels in the bathroom aren't clean but they should be usable. You think. Well, if the worst comes, you have your phone. You can just text Crowley. You know how much he loves his fresh and fluffy towels.

…wait, did you even charge the thing?

Oh boy…

[espionn]

LeafWing tribe sheet!

its over, i finally did them all. sorry this one took a while, ive been losing motivation, but at least its done!! honestly i love leafwings, so im glad i could get them out.

Physical Appearence + Traits:

-LeafWings are arboreal dragons, living in and relying on trees to hunt, shelter and sleep. Their talons are perfectly shaped to comfortably climb and hold onto branches, and their narrow wings allow them to swoop and weave through the trees without crashing.

-LeafWings’ colors, physical traits, and even demeanor shift and change with the seasons. During the summer, their frills and wings are rich green, and scales bright and glossy. They have higher energy and sleep less. During the fall, their colors shift to a warmer spectrum, their leafy frills start to flake off, and they start to prepare for winter. Once winter arrives, they lose their frills, tail-leaf and wing membranes, as well as turning duller and darker. They spend the majority of winter asleep, relying on the trees’ bare branches for camouflage, now rendered flightless. Finally, during spring, they wake up, their colors brighten, and their wing membranes return. The buds that grow along their backs open up and form their spine frills before summer begins.

-LeafWings are lithe and agile, and are very quiet fliers, especially when compared to HiveWings and SilkWings.

-During the summer, with their wings at their fullest, they can actually photosynthesize. They still need to eat food, but anytime they sleep during the day with their wings open to the sun, they wake up energized and not needing to eat for a while after. 

-The coloration and shape of LeafWings’ wings varies both by region and individual. Some LeafWings mimic specific types of trees.

-Some LeafWings also have Leafspeak, an ability which allows them to communicate with plants and even control them if powerful enough. 

Life Cycle:

-LeafWings hatch in clutches of one or two. They take around 5 months to hatch, and they are deeply reliant on their parents and their wider community. LeafWings are strongly protective of their dragonets. They also grow up somewhat quickly, reaching physical maturity quickly, but they continue to grow in size their entire lives.

-They partner for life, but often only raise one clutch of eggs (sometimes only a single egg) in their lifetime. The tribe is somewhat small as a result.

-LeafWings don’t have an official education system, instead relying on parents, peers and older, more experienced dragons to teach them what they need to know. LeafWings can then go on to pursue whatever tribe role stands out to them, using a sort of mentoring system.

Society and Culture:

-Before LeafWings were split into two groups, the tribe was quite peaceful and unified. The queen, by tradition, always had a council, and they lived nearby and alongside SilkWings. The tribe was known for being friendly and knowledgeable, and deeply dedicated to caring for the forest. 

-LeafWings are also very resourceful. From various leaves, grasses, bits of wood, flowers, and insects, they could create baskets and rugs, thin slats of wood to write on, dyes, storage objects, and various weapons and food preparing tools. Learning to make and control fire meant they could progress faster. They were also talented woodcarvers, weavers and artists, sometimes trading not only supplies, but also various art pieces to and from the SilkWings. 

-They were expert foragers, and had records of every type of tree, plant and animal in their forest. Many had  small gardens of their own - medicinal herbs, spices, and plants they simply found pretty. 

-Those with leafspeak were beloved and respected in the tribe, not dissimilar to animus dragons. Sometimes they would mould the shape of trees’ growth to create proper homes and nests for dragons to spend the nights, especially in winter.

-They have tribe-wide celebrations to mark spring, when they all wake from torpor, and the summer solstice, when they are at their highest energy and fullest lives. 

-The SapWings, after the tribe was forcibly split, remained very similar culturally, though they lost their ability to trade and had to concentrate on survival in the poison jungle. The PoisonWings, meanwhile, changed dramatically. They became distinctly aggressive and warlike, taking their understanding of plants and animals and weaponizing them. They used the many venoms, poisons and sharp, dangerous objects throughout the jungle to their full advantage. A number of dragons died in the process, but those who survived became stronger.

-LeafWings believe that plants hold some level of consciousness, and some believe that they are animated by fully conscious spirits, each with its own unique consciousness and opinions. Trees are unanimously believed to be extremely wise and benevolent, and as deserving utmost care and respect. They are treated as if they were tribe elders themselves. It was once agreed upon by all leafspeakers that if a tree resisted a request, they were not allowed to make any attempt to force it to do what they wanted. Leafspeakers would also be used to make requests before cutting off any part of the tree to use - if it refused, it would be left alone. (It isn’t hard to imagine the way they felt when the entire forest was cut and burned down by the HiveWings.)

Diet: Omnivorous. LeafWings eat meat (birds, rodents, sometimes large mammals and reptiles), sometimes raw, sometimes cooked, and also a wide variety of plants, fruits and nuts. Because of the versatility of their diet, they have a great number of meals they like to prepare, usually garnished with herbs, spices and sweeteners like honey and certain types of tree sap.

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 24

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → chapter twenty four ; wc | 2.8k

primarily on Wattpad

index ⇢ next chapter

the morning light falls to your face, forcing you to turn left and right due to the level of brightness. your eyes squint before they gradually open, allowing you to blink multiple times before you fully let them open wide. you take a deep breath, the room smells of a certain someone, it smells sweet, manly,

a perfume that you want to wake up to every morning and go to bed with every night. It's your hand reaches out to the sides of the bed, but it's empty. leaving a huge pout on your lips, you carefully sit upright as your palm holds your belly that's naked with your tee high above it.

You glance around the bedroom and see that it's spotless. your clothes are folded and set on the vanity chair, and the makeup tools that are laid around the boudoir table are placed neatly in the organizer. Jungkook had left after clearing up the place so you wouldn't have to do it yourself. you smiled at his thoughtfulness and recalled how he softly uttered words for you to help you doze off, and it worked,

you fell asleep faster than you usually would. if you're asked to be completely honest, you would say his body heat was the sole reason you were at ease. if it hadn't been for his warmth and the comfort his arms gave you, then this night wouldn't have been any less than the past three nights, which were nothing worse than torture. your phone was placed on the nightstand beside your bed, you checked your messages and the top of it was from 'Jungkook'.

[ From Jungkook ]

good morning, darling

I'm sorry I had to leave early because it's

a Monday you might wake up late,

but I still made some scrambled eggs with cheese

didn't find anything else in your fridge guess it's time

to restock.

have it and I left your vitamins there, so don't forget to drink them up

I'll come by the evening to drop you lunch

xoxo

the blush on your face had tinted your cheeks red as you read the texts repeatedly. he's getting comfortable, getting close, and that's leaving imprints on you. the good type makes you want more from him.

you wonder if you would feel this way if he hadn't put you to sleep yesterday. You both wouldn't have been this close then. like sleeping on the bed and shit.

[ y/n ]

that's fine.

Thanks for staying the night.

and thanks for the food too, I will have it all. come by anytime, I'll be waiting.

although it's past 11 AM, you're in no mood to move your body, so you decide to just lay down again and continue to have a nap until you feel energized enough. you're hungry but more lethargic, so you force yourself to wait.

-

Jungkook whispers to you. "I'll always be there when you need me, baby, I'll always be there when you want me. " he felt you stiffen inside his arms after he murmured the words to you,

which made him rethink his words even made him regret saying something he usually doesn't, afraid that he may have scared you with his unexpected affection or have revealed too much of his inner self.

before he could be vocal with his apology you grew closer to him, if that was physically possible because the two of you were already glued to each other. your face searched deeper into his neck and sighed in relief at the warmth and comfort that the man radiated from his body, you couldn't think of any other times you felt this feeling. not even your ex had made you sense this. you're not in love with this man but yet, what he gives out feels like it's made for you,

this toastiness he spreads and the love he gives out just makes it so perfect for you. you felt how his arms loosened after the long silence since his words, and you didn't like it. you wanted him to hold you tighter just the way he did a few minutes ago. "I like that."

the muffled words come out as a whisper, he could feel the movement of your lips when you spoke since your face was secured to his neck. his body soon washed off the rest of the growing tension and tightened his clasp around you, placing his chin on top of your head and then giving you a light kiss there. "I hope I'm not been a creep."

you slightly chuckle at his words. "if you would've acted like one, you wouldn't be here on the same bed as me." Jungkook hums and continues to brush your hair, taking the few strands out of your face and placing them behind your ear.

you never imagined the man to be quite a cuddler but neither did he, he didn't know he had this in him, Jungkook is taken back too. "sleep." he mutters and you nod slowly, your hands rubbing your belly while he rubs his hands on your back, to help you feel comfortable. "night Jeon." your words soft and faint yet it caught his attention, allowing him to gently bite down on his lower lip. "good night y/n."

-

Jungkook zones out for a while, it's Monday, the first day of the week so work is bound to be hectic but he didn't think it would be this difficult. he'd spent his weekend with you so work was totally out of his mind, but Jeon Jungkook keeps his professional and personal lives on two different paths, they never cross.

they never have and he never wants them to either but somehow today he can't stop thinking about you and he blames himself for spending the whole weekend with you. he won't deny the fact that he had the best time, being with you has become easy and stress-free to him that the first working day of the week has already drained him out and it's just noon.

he'd planned to wrap up work early so he could have dinner with you but since he had spent zero hours working on Sunday, it's piled up. all the emails and documents that he usually saves to read on Sundays were untouched and closed so he's under stress. and all he can think of is you. "Mr. Jeon?"

suppressed words come along with a few knocks at his door to which he responds with a 'come in.' "Mr. Jeon, the meeting with the Sohns was confirmed over the weekend, I hope you're aware of it." Jungkook frowns at his secretary's words as he opens email and sees one of them unread. "shit-"

he cusses under his breath. "yes, I'm aware. could you brief me on the subject again?" "uh-?" the man who stands in front of his boss looks at him confused. He isn't sure if he heard him right. brief Mr. Jeon? the man who knows everything before a week. "Sure."

Jungkook somehow feels embarrassed, there was never an opportunity for him to need a recap or overview since he's fully aware of every subject relating to his business meetings, trips and even the management of the HR. "meeting with the Sohns is today at 7 pm in Octagon."

yeah shit. now he remembers, it's at the high profile exclusive nightclubs. it slipped out of his mind. "Thanks, Hwangwon. you may leave." Jungkook sighs and rotates his chair to look at the glass window. he won't be able to have dinner with you tonight. heck, he even wanted to ask you if you'd like to come back and stay at his place.

he isn't sure if he has the time in the next few days. thinking about this, Jungkook can feel his stress levels increase. he grabs his coat, and leaves his office so he can take away the lunch where he ordered and at least spend about 15 minutes with you before heading back to work and then the meeting.

Q-

the doorbell rings, and Jungkook switches his weight from one foot to the other. You're taking time to open the door. when he's about to press the bell again, the door opens with a cheery you. you're wearing a lovely smile on your face, and your cheeks look slightly red like you've just walked out of a sauna. you're also in one of your cute animated long shirts and shorts, but your bump pops out. "Hey!"

he greets you after heaving a sigh like all his stress is long gone, it's quite surprising how things have changed. even though he got out of your bed at 6 AM and it's just about 7 hours since he last saw you sleeping like a beauty on the bed, he still somehow feels at peace when he sees you. "Aren't you gonna come in?"

you ask in a sweet voice, the man doesn't think you could ever speak like this before but look at you, looking like a little teen with a bump and talking to him with a toddler's voice. Jungkook quickly nods and walks inside. He knows he can't stay for too long. "Here's your lunch, I got you kimchi fried rice." "My lunch? did you have lunch?"

he shakes his head, showing a no at which you give him a frown. "Have lunch with me." "I would love to but work is piling up so I need to get back." "that's okay, you can have dinner with me." Jungkook wants to say 'Yes of course I will, I would love to share with you darling.' but he doesn't. "i have a meeting and it may be too late, I'll send you dinner or maybe you could order whatever you like."

there he sees the pout on your lips grow, it's only getting bigger and it's showing just how heavy your bottom lip is. "okay.." you mumble and take the lunch from his hand so you can leave it on the coffee table but he doesn't let go. instead, he places the bag on the table himself and grows closer to you. "aren't you acting like a little child today?" "no." "yeah, you are."

his hands intertwine with yours as you continue to look at the ground. "never thought y/n could be this pouty." "hey, I'm not!!" he chuckles and pulls you closer to him for a hug. So much like home, he thinks. his suit fits him so tight, that you can feel the curve of his arms and his abs too. "I'll be back after the meeting okay? I promise." "would you stay the night..?" You asked, unsure of his answer.

"of course, if that's what you like?" you nod and he nods too. "I'll see you then, have your lunch okay? and please don't stay up for me. it may get late." "okay." you murmur and he hums, looking lovingly into your eyes before he leaves your door.

-

it's almost 7 and Jungkook is tired, why does he work every day even on weekends so it doesn't get difficult to work on other days. one day off, and things get piled, especially for a person like him who needs to be involved in everything of the daily business work. on his way to the nightclub, he told himself he wouldn't have any alcohol, he couldn't afford to get drunk anytime.

As he enters the club, he can tell how different the atmosphere is in comparison to a normal cheap club. nonetheless, the women are just the same if not just with more expensive clothing and better trained performances. Jungkook walks inside to find the businessmen, and he does.

immediately getting into greetings and then working. "What would you like to have, Mr Jeon?"

"A Coke would be fine." "coke? Mr. Jeon, there's a reason why we set this meeting at a club, let's be comfortable and informal, we don't judge."

the men at the table laugh out loud, and Jungkook tightens his closed lips and nods. "I'd still like a coke" "whiskey for the table."'the man tells the waitress to get whiskey for all the 8 men present around the table, including Jungkook. "That wasn't very necesssary." "it's fine Mr Jeon, don't mind it. now where were we, yes, the percentages...."

the discussion goes on, and so does the number of intakes. Jungkook was too engrossed in the meeting like everyone was, his slow and few sips increased to glasses and more glasses without his knowledge because the glasses kept filling and he was not aware of it, kept continuing his drinking because he did like it, he missed the taste of full whiskey.

he missed getting drunk anyway. Jungkook was also reminded of you, by every sip of the alcohol, it's like he was reminded of you because he's getting attached to you too, slowly. like whiskey, the more you drink it, the lesser the bitterness, the more the needy. you're much less bitter now, almost no bitterness at all.

the arguments have lessened and now you both just want to be around each other more. Jungkook smiles at the thought of you, you just come as visuals to his eyes and he can't help but blush and go all crazy. it's the effects of alcohol indeed.

"excuse me, I need to step out for a moment." He leaves to freshen up a little bit, he knows he's drunk because he can see you everywhere, in every woman's face. he knows he shouldn't have drunk too much. even though he's feeling all giddy by the fact that he can see you in everyone, it's also very dangerous and disgusting to him to see you in unknown strangers'

faces. he just wants to go home, back to you. sleep with you on his chest and place with your hair while hearing the sounds of your breathing.

"hey? JK? Is that you?" his tracks stopped when he'd been called out by a certain someone. it's been years since he was called by that name and there's only one person on this whole earth who calls him or used to call by JK.

Kim Haerin.

his eyebrows furrow as he looks at his shoes and then slowly turns back at the familiar voice and tone of the woman who called him out. there she stands behind him in the shortest dress, above her knees, black bodycon and sleeveless. her hair is flowing, silky and in curls thrown behind her shoulders as it shows off her neck and v-necked chest.

"Haerin?" her name leaves his lips in a whisper as if it shouldn't leave his mouth at all. like it's forbidden. her lips curl into a smile. her eyes are droopy and she reeks of champagne which he can smell even from a distance. "it's been so long since I heard my name sound like that." She mumbles and takes a few steps towards him, her heels clicking the floor as she walks closer. Jungkook hadn't seen her in over 6 years now, and he could easily say that she looks so much like a woman now, her body, her face, and her features.

She can say the same to him too. He's much more than just a man to her. he's so buff, and she never thought he could look like this. "been so long, huh?" "What are you doing here?" "What do you think I'm here for?" she asks him and smirks. "You look so different." she whispers as she stays just a few inches away from him, placing her hand on his arm to feel the curve and bulk of his muscle.

This closeness doesn't stay right to him. He doesn't like this, this touch feels unsafe. It's mot the way you touch him, but why is he reminded of everything they've done together? "I've missed you. so much. I'm sorry for everything I did. Will you forgive me?"

she asks in her soft voice, Jungkook looks around the room. He thinks he should just go into the washroom, leaving her here. "it's fine, leave it." he says, Jungkook just wants water. Fuck, he needs you right now. his breathing isn't stable after seeing her.

"I've missed you so much, JK." She calls him out again, but this time touching his neck with her fingernails, allowing him to feel goosebumps rising his hair. his eyes move around everywhere, looking for something.

"Jeon? look at me?" she murmurs, and he looks at her, her face too close to him. wrong! too wrong! She knows he's drunk, she's aware. fully aware, yet she's taking advantage of this man since she knows his weakness. "Feel me-" she presses her lips to his. closing the distance between the two of them.

next chapter ⇢

[revolant]

Protester Rights & Safety Link List

If you're attending a protest today (or anytime) it's important to know what your rights are and who to contact if you need help. These links are to pages belonging to different human rights organizations in the U.S.

Links:

Human Rights Campaign - "Tips for Preparedness: Peaceful Protesting and Safety"

ACLU (English & Spanish available) - "Know Your Rights: Protester's Rights"

NRDC - "How to Protest Safely"

Key Takeaways:

Stay hydrated - bring water, snacks, meds, or anything else you might need to stay energized.

Put your phone in Airplane mode to avoid your location data being used by law enforcement.

Remember that you do ALWAYS have the right to take pictures and video of police action.

Protect the identities of other protestors by not posting photos containing identifiable imagery/info of others.

[hazard-c-horror]

What is this? A weird-god child like-creature-spawn thing??? Well Your gonna love it!

I made a new oc! Their name is seraphim!! And Yes, it’s Paragons child This is just one them, there’s many more. Paragon created them to be their successor along with its siblings. They aren’t an Astral being and isn’t related with star power, but they are connected and communicate with other celestial beings. They are immortal but it’s still a baby. They have powers but have not yet in their full potential, after all they’re a baby. They can’t do any harm……..Yet

They absolutely are very curious. One thing they like to do, They love exploring and bouncing between realities :) While going through different worlds beyond, they stumbled upon a living world full of organic life and discovered humanity which they became so obsessed with. They were obsessed about the living world called ‘earth’. The earth was filled with so much life and they were so fascinated by its life, culture and especially its humans. They grew very fond of humans because they were intelligent life, and took it upon themselves to learn more about them. They desire to learn about the human beings and to know what is life like as a human being. They want to be human. They tried to copying bodies but due to lack of understanding gender, they are unsuccessful.

They are very sub-conscious about their appearance. Sometimes they will hide their faces to avoid prolonged attention or eye contact. They are kind of shy but still very friendly.

Here’s a power list

Astral Manipulation

Astral Projection

X-Ray vision

Mind linking

Infinite digestive system

Invisibility

Clear Sight

telescopic vision

Phantasm Manipulation

Spirit Barrier

Spirit Magic

Spiritual Aura

Spiritual Awareness

Spiritual Force Manipulation

Spiritual Form

Spiritual Negation

Teleportation

Flight/ levitation

Restoration

Energization

Hypnotization

Telekinesis

Magical telepathy

Gravitokinesis

Spatiokinesis

Realitokinesis

Mind reading

Healing

Purification

Memory magic

Stellar flight

Stellafication

Inter-stellar travel

Illusion awareness

Camouflage

Invisibility

Wing manifestation

Eye manifestation

Thought detection

Polymorphing

Transmutation

*gasp* Modrolith’s one weakness!

Children

Sorry for the late response I was gonna make a small sketch for this but got distracted by other stuff, and didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer

With that being said Modrolith will absolutely adore Seraphim, cooing and nurturing. Just a complete 180 in his personality. He offer some parenting advice to Paragon, and or lecture Paragon of the most important things to do when taking care of a child. He’d also offer to babysit anytime Paragon wants. Perhaps even teaching/helping the children with a few selective powers.

Hazard would probably try and help the child with some of their abilities. Knowing how hard it is to control and learn something new. They be able to help immensely with the shapeshifting, and I’m sure Seraphim would love their lack of eyes. Unless they can see Hazard’s cameras. I think it would be fun if they did watch parties together, since Hazard also likes observing.

I do love the design a lot. I love the color and eyes especially. The wings are also really nice as well. But those eyes i absolutely adore <3 <3

[pixeldolly]

Walden BACC

"I suddenly feel...energized."

"Good, because I'm not planning to let you rest anytime soon."

"Ewww! That's the worst cover of The Devil Went Down to Georgia I ever heard!"

"Noted. I could hex your ears off, so you won't ever have to worry about it again."

"Minion! What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"We finished early today, so I figured I'd fly over to the city for a couple hours."

It always amused Fiona how Waldeners referred to Mistvale as "the city", even though it was, at most, a medium-sized town.

"Well, your timing couldn't be better - come, there's someone I want to introduce you to."

[pupkashi]

This has been living rent free in my head.

Gojo's wife getting into trouble /causing mischief with his students. Causing all sorts of chaos with other classes.

EEEK YES HIS WIFE WOULD BE SO SILLY WITH THE FIRST YEARS ESPECIALLY 😭😭😭

i can picture you whispering with them at a table telling them all the hot gossip about the higher ups and the other teachers and then suddenly gojo is like

“hey guys !! what are you guys talking about :)” and y’all all just immediately are like “nothing haha not about nanami’s emo phase haha or your bad haircut during your first year haha or-” megumi smacks yuji to shut him up.

when they’re all training you’d bring them all snacks to keep them energized and motivate them by cheering them on, all of them smiling at you.

“when i buy them food they don’t smile at me like that” gojo pouts, pulling you into his side.

“aw baby, they just prefer me” you grin, kissing his lips and leaning your head on his shoulder.

the second years also love you <33 toge especially loves helping you pull pranks on the others, smiling and high fiving when they go to plan and you manage to pull it off.

maki thinks you’re so silly but admires you because you’re such a badass when you wanna be and you have gojo wrapped around your finger. the first time she saw you scold gojo she held her breath for you, shocked to see him sulking like a kicked puppy when you walked away from him.

the students just love having u around and anytime you’re near them they can feel the atmosphere lighten up and the tension dissolve with everyone of your jokes (good ones, as opposed to satoru’s terrible dad jokes).

[lalithemidnightmuse7]

Nosferatu 2024 : part 1 (spoiler)

Thinking about Nosferatu again, I had a lingering questions that led me down a path of researchs. (This is purely my own speculation—an attempt to make sense of some of the film’s most intriguing elements. Of course, everyone has their own interpretation, and perhaps no one can fully grasp the truth of this multilayered masterpiece except the director himself) anyway, this is my take on it...

the other day i was reading the script, and I noticed that in the character introduction, Ellen was referred to as a somnambulist. which surprised me. Of all the ways to describe her, why this one? but hear me out....

a somnambulist is simply a sleepwalker, But metaphorically, it often represents someone trapped between waking and dreaming, reality and illusion, life and death. - you are not for the living -

but in the romanian folklore the sleepwalkers represent the moroi vii (living ghosts). living people who are believed to have an unnatural connection to the spirit world. they are also belived to be the people who display unnatural behaviors, such as being weak during the day but strangely energized at night, experiencing vivid dreams, or affecting people around them with their emotions or presence.

they were also described as soul that wanders—they might unconsciously leave their body during sleep, sometimes appearing as shadows or specters to others -This could explain why Thomas sees Ellen while he’s in the castle -

and some villages feared that moroii vii could harm others through envy, curses, or draining energy from those around them. Others believed that they were just unfortunate souls suffering from an affliction.

(But what i find even more intriguing is that Nosferatu doesn’t just portray ellen as a liminal figure. The entire film is steeped in liminality. Thomas, for instance, is constantly in an in-between state—his stay in the hotel, his journey to the castle, his time in Orlok’s domain.)

anyway...now going back to strigoi , they are a risen from the dead creatures who are driven by a deep, endless hunger, not just for blood but also for what they lost in death—love, warmth, human connection. but i also found that Some legends say that if a Strigoi drinks the blood of a loved one, they may be at peace for a while, but they will always need more. - does that reminds you of a scean maybe ? -

i will leave it at this...i mean....you get it ?

So in the end, this was the most fulfilling answer I could find to this question of why was she was called a somnambulist . Of course, there are still others—questions that linger, ones I might share here eventually, considering my Nosferatu obsession isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Anyway, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

truly yours,

laly.

[loucifersbitch]

Congrats on your milestone lovely!! If you’re still doing prompts, Bucktommy + early morning 🧡

once again, i failed at keeping this to 11 sentences OOPS

The sunlight breaks in through the open blinds, softly dancing across the bedroom wall as the household begins to wake up.

Tommy rolls out of bed first, as always. The coffee is set to begin brewing at 5:30, so he has about 30 minutes to himself in the gym before anyone will join him.

It feels good to stretch his muscles, push himself on the treadmill, deadlift only 10lbs under his PR weight from before the accident. Getting the all clear for everything from the orthopedic surgeon yesterday had lifted a weight off his shoulders, and he feels energized like he hasn't in months.

The door opens, and Tommy glances at the clock on the wall. It's only 5:34 which means it's not Evan, but Tommy's pretty sure he knows who the early riser is anyway.

"Liam?" he asks, almost certain as the smell of coffee comes closer.

"Hey, Pops," Liam says, a mug of coffee in each hand. At 15, he's a little young to drink coffee every day in Tommy's opinion, but there are worse things. Much worse.

"Thanks," Tommy says, taking the proffered mug and sipping delicately, the warmth immediately spreading through his body. "Sleep okay?"

"Mhm," he nods, taking a sip from his own mug. "Lottie was up late though. Her light was on when I went to the bathroom at 1."

Tommy frowns. Charlotte has been with them for almost 11 months and is doing fantastic, but she's prone to night terrors. He makes a mental note to talk with her therapist during her next session.

Shaking off the pit he gets in his stomach anytime one of his kids has trouble, he asks, "Did you want to lift weights this morning or do you have practice?"

"I gotta get going. Coach Pullman wants us on the field by 6:30. Denny should be here soon, actually," he says, glancing at his watch.

"Okay, go get ready," Tommy says, watching his son walk toward the door. Then he remembers what happened last week and adds, "And don't forget Benny this time. Dad and I won't be able to drop him off this morning."

Liam sends him twin finger guns then runs back upstairs, leaving the gym door open. Tommy shakes his head fondly, but doesn't get up to close the door. Instead he goes back to his workout, thinking about what he wants to make for breakfast when he's done, the thought of french toast instantly making his stomach growl.

Soon, he hears footsteps on the stairs and looks up to see Liam and Benjamin waving to him as they head outside to meet Denny at the curb. He keeps an eye on the two boys out the window until he sees the Wilsons' car pull up and the boys climb in.

Two down, three to go.

He finishes his workout just after 6:00 and wipes down the equipment before heading upstairs to the en suite. Evan still snores softly in their bed, his curls mussed and long limbs askew. He looks so much younger than 40 - well, 39, but his birthday is in two weeks - and still as beautiful as the day they met.

His shower is perfunctory, quick and efficient, but by the time he leaves the bathroom, there's a small body curled in next to Evan on the bed, cuddled closely in his arms. Hazel is only 4, but she's been with them since she was two months old, officially becoming their daughter a year later.

Not wanting to disturb them, he dresses quietly in the walk-in closet then leaves the room. He steps into the hallway and immediately feels a small body collide with his own.

"Hey, Papa," Evelyn whispers, clinging to his waist.

"Morning, Evie," he says, swinging the 6 year old into his arms for a hug. "Wanna help me make breakfast?"

"Yes," she says, nodding decisively.

They knock on Charlotte's door to make sure she's up and getting ready for school before heading down to the kitchen. The french toast is done quickly, Evelyn only spilling a little of the egg mixture while dipping the thick slices of bread. They also set out the powdered sugar, syrup, and fresh berries along with juice, milk, and water.

Charlotte makes her way into the kitchen, seemingly led by her nose as she smiles at the spread on the table.

"Morning, Pops," she says, stopping to give Tommy a hug. It will never stop amazing him that she settled into their family so quickly, easily transitioning to calling them Pops and Dad like the rest of their kids.

"Hey, sweetie. You doing okay? Liam said you might not have slept well."

She huffs and settles her chin on his chest, looking up at him with tired eyes. "Just a bad dream again. But Percy helped."

After the first few nights of night terrors, Evan had taken Charlotte to Build-A-Bear, hoping they could find something that might help her feel safe when she woke from the dream. Sure enough, she had immediately been drawn to a light blue axolotl that she named Percy. And he does seem to help, but Tommy still wishes there was more he could do to stop the dreams in the first place.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I wish I knew how to help more."

Her face screws up in confusion - her expression eerily similar to Evan's - and says, "Pops, I'm nine. I'm a big kid. I can handle it myself."

Tommy chuckles and holds her tighter. "That may be true, but as your Pops, it feels like my responsibility to make sure any bad things stay away."

Laying her head down and squeezing him once more, she says, "Thanks. You're a good Pops."

He will not cry at 7 in the morning, thank you very much.

Charlotte goes to the table where Evelyn is already waiting for her, and they quietly start to pile food onto their plates. They're a few bites in when Evan comes downstairs, a very clingy, sleepy Hazel in his arms. She starts to wiggle, trying to get down when she spots the girls already at the table and goes directly into Charlotte's waiting arms.

Evan looks like he could use a few more hours of sleep, but just when Tommy's about to suggest he go lie back down, Evan leans into him and murmurs, "G'morning."

"Good morning," Tommy says, his arms encircling Evan and holding him close so he can kiss his birthmark. "You ready for today?"

"Absolutely." Placing his own kiss to Tommy's cheek, he disentangles himself from Tommy's grasp and joins their daughters at the table.

Tommy watches them for a moment, taking in just how much his life has changed since meeting Evan, how full of people and love and family it is now. Seeing his husband - a man bursting with love for everyone around him - taking care of their kids with nothing but gentle patience causes his eyes to prickle with tears once again.

He turns to refill his coffee and get Evan his own mug, composing himself as he stirs in the cream and sugar. Sometimes he takes all of this for granted; it happens after seven years. But he suddenly remembers just how lonely his life used to be. Yes, he had friends and work and the few family members who still spoke to him, but Evan gave him a real family. Evan gave him family barbecues and wedding dates and birthday parties and reasons to celebrate all the little things in life.

As he takes his seat at the table, he's greeted with a chorus of, "Hey, Pops!" and, "Thanks, babe," when he hands Evan his coffee.

The day has barely started, they still need to get two kids to school and one to daycare, and then they have to get ready for the ceremony this evening. Bobby's retiring, Hen will be taking his place as Fire Chief of the LAFD, and Evan is being promoted to Captain of the 118. It's a big day for their family. It'll be long and tiring, and there's nowhere Tommy would rather be than at Evan's side through everything.