#I just found the font and wanted to mess around with it

[brainrotdotorg]

[aliidarling]

danny johnson with friendly!survivor

DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader

— headcanons

nsfw / sfw content below!

imagine danny seeing you for the first time, dressed in a cute black dress with black uggs, your hair with a bow in the back. his first thought is how the hell can you run in those furry boots? they must get mud all over them.

he’s at first drawn by you, your beauty, innocence, and how you’re so god friendly. it’s nerve wracking, how each time he pairs up with you, you don’t hesitate to greet him with a hug. he feels a little possessive, wondering if you do this with other killers. he asks around and they all tell him you’re scared of them, how you run off immediately and how you stick to gens.

he feels prideful at that. you were comfortable around him, safe even. if he wasn’t such a deranged lunatic maybe he’d ask you out like a normal gentlemen, but whenever he sees you he’s caught inbetween two worlds.

imagine danny seeing the other survivors take advantage of your purity, asking you to sacrifice yourself and unhook others, always blaming their generator blasts on you. one time he even witnessed them slamming a pallet in your face, and at that moment he swore he would all gut them and send them up into the entity.

his pretty princess didn’t deserve this treatment. you deserved to get pampered and massaged, get your cute little face rubbed and kissed, not whatever the hell this is.

safe to say, none of the other survivors made it out that round. you, on the other hand, escaped unscathed through the hatch with a kiss on the forehead.

imagine danny witnessing you coming into the match with a tiny pajama set, matching with all your fellow survivors. you have a black oversized tee shirt on that hugs your chest and accentuates your curves(he swears he’s not a creep, he just notices things easily..). your shorts weren’t any better, shaking off that soft skin of yours that glowed. he would rather die then to see that pretty skin all bruised and bloody.

he can quite literally melt into a puddle as he notices what’s on your shirt. it’s a graphic design of him slashing, with his name written in a flashy red font. the entity must of noticed his obsession with you, because no way this was a coincidence. he had never been more happy. he was definitely gonna make sure to give the entity some more sacrifices as a little thanks.

imagine danny slowly becoming more and more obsessed with you, a small crushing turning into a massive obsession over the span of a few months. he can’t breathe with you, can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t do anything. he starts to sneak into the survivors camp just to take photos of you, snapping you in every angle he can get. he thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world.

whenever he sees someone interact with you while he’s doing his usual stalking he finds himself becoming so angry. why were you entertaining them? you were his good girl, not that dick steve’s or sweet boy dwight’s. his.

half of his bedroom is a mess, cluttered with random little miscellaneous he found throughout the forest of his realm. his house is small and rusty, a little cabin in the woods he stays in outside of trials, where he spends all his time thinking about you. just you. under his bed is a blood red box he hides, full of polaroids of you, some pieces of clothing he managed to snatch off your figure, even some of your missing objects you hadn’t seen in months.

did i mention he loves to break into your cabin?

imagine danny snooping through your small room while you’re out in a trial, shoving his nose into your business and sniffing everything. he goes through your closet, dressers, under your bed, even tries prying open the floor boards. he wants to analyze every part of you and understand how you work, how you function, how that tiny brain of yours thinks.

he can’t help but laugh when he finds your collection of bows and your girly objects. he doesn’t know how you’ve managed to have make up and hygiene products in this realm, but your dresser has them. no wonder he’s so obsessed with sniffing you, you have that sweet aroma of sweet goods and vanilla sweets that’s coming from your perfumes.

nsfw content below!!

imagine danny whisking you away whenever you both are matched up, taking you into one of the rooms in the myers house. he’s quick to push you down onto the rugged mattress and pull your tiny dress up, grinding his hips against your round butt. he cherishes your sweet little moans, how your eyes roll back.

he loves to tug at you, taking his mask off at times to bite and kiss you. you were the only person he’d let see him without it, especially in such a vulnerable moment. he would take advantage of his access to your butt and give it bites, leaving literal red marks on your butt. your loud squeal and annoyed glare is what amuses him and makes him keep doing it.

imagine danny holding you by your waist, his large hands that were undoubtedly covered in your friends blood grippijg you tightly as he rubbed his tip up and down your wet hole. he relishes in the fact he makes you so wet. he doesn’t have to do much, he can rub you and give you a little kiss and you’d be begging for his cock like a needy whore. he’s loves that about you, you’re easy. only when it comes to him, though.

imagine danny humming in relief as he finally slides himself deep inside you, bottoming out in one thrust. his hips snap against you as he focuses on how tight you are around him, how warm you are around his cock. he could not give a fuck about any of the survivors running around like mice, doing generators and opening chests, not knowing one of their fellow survivors were being slutted out and fucked nice n deep like the good girl you are. “shhhh,” he whispers gently, petting your face. your sweet cries make him harder.

imagine danny having you bent over one of the vaults, your head sticking out on the other side as you moan like a dumb girl, tongue sticking out. his hand is in your hair, tugging at it gently as he rolls his cock into you. he knows you’re in a position where anyone could walk across the two of you, but that only makes him more needy for you, more eager to fuck you hard.

he teases you a lot, making fun of you and giving you small jabs each time his fat tip hits your cervix. he listens to each noise you make, wanting to inhale your words. he was obsessed with every part of you, from your head to toes, your insides to outsides.

imagine danny having his days where he’s so pissed off. all four survivors escaped, and he can’t even count the amount of times he got a pallet slammed in his face. he’s quick to sneak into your cabin and push you down onto your bed, not caring about your confused pleas and dumb words about getting caught. he ignores everything you say, pulling your pants off and pulling you forcefully into a face down ass up position.

ramming his cock in your unprepared hole was one of the best feelings in the world, other then gutting his victims. your cries into your pillow are silenced as he keeps a hand on the back of your head, massaging your scalp subtly. his other hand holds you down as he batters your pussy, groaning and letting dirty phrases slip out of his mouth. a part of him feels bad for being so mean to you, you’re just a sweet girl, so pretty and innocent— you don’t deserve this, no, you deserve to be fucked gently and kissed, but that doesn’t matter right now. right now he needs a tight hole to fuck his anger into.

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 10 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut, angst.

Notes: Part 10! This one is a tad longgg but it's cute and fluffy so enjoy! Also: Should the notes be in cursive font? I felt like it took away from the content of the notes but let me know what you all think!

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Over the course of the next few weeks, a sense of peace was restored to castle Dimitrescu once again. Things between you and Alcina still weren't back to where they were before everything happened, but you've been happy with the progress the two of you have made. Alcina has respected your boundaries; taking things slow and giving you the time and space you need to regain your trust in her.

You still haven't had dinner with them, but you've been having lunch with them almost every day and breakfast a few days a week. On the mornings you decide to have breakfast in your chambers, Alcina personally delivers you your tray while you sleep. Around the third or fourth time she brought you your meal, you found a little handwritten note left on the tray.

The very first one you found made your heart swell a little. In her beautifully perfect cursive, she wrote:

I am still uncertain if I am worthy of your forgiveness, or worthy of a second chance, however I am forever grateful that you think otherwise. I will spend the rest of my eternal life proving my loyalty and devotion to you if I must. I give you my word, I will do everything in my power to make the changes needed to regain your trust. Thank you, for gifting me this second chance, for allowing me the opportunity to fix this mess I've created and to attempt to heal the wounds I've caused you. I will be indebted to your altruism until the end of time. Forever yours, Alcina

After reading the note you held it close to your chest, it was the most hope you've had about things changing for the better since you both agreed to try and reconcile.

Ever since then, a note was left on your tray each time Alcina delivered your breakfast. In some letters, she expressed her regret and how she resents herself for what she had done.

. . . I fear that no matter what I do, I will never earn your forgiveness. I am finding it near impossible to forgive myself for the pain I've caused you. I know for certain if I were in your shoes I would resent the person who hurt me so deeply for the rest of my life. I promise to never stop trying, in hopes that one day I will be truly worthy of your forgiveness. . . .

In others she talked about the hope she has that things will one day return back to where they were.

. . . In times of desperation I look to your eyes, when I feel that all hope is lost I find it within you. The hope has once again breathed new life into me and the spark is reignited in my soul. The fickle ember in my heart burns solely for you and if I must reach out for it every day with my bare hands to keep it alive, I will gladly accept the burns. . . .

In total you have nearly a dozen of them, keeping them in the drawer of your bedside table. Although the two of you haven't talked for as long as you did that night, knowing that Alcina takes the time every morning to confess her deepest thoughts and feelings, pouring her soul into each letter touches you. As if it's her way of apologizing every morning without bombarding or overwhelming you. She's able to express herself while still being able to give you the space and time you asked for. There are some mornings where you want to have breakfast with them, but decide against it just so you can get another note. On mornings when you wake up and feel the sadness or numbness lingering in your chest, the feelings subside after reading what she's poured out onto the page. They bring you a sense of comfort, making you feel seen and loved.

Early one morning you're in a deep sleep, you didn't even hear the door open or the clinking sounds from the tray as Alcina places it on your bedside table. You barely register the feeling of the mattress sink when Alcina gently sits on the edge of the bed.

"Y/n." Alcina says softly. She smiles as she watches you sleep, gently sweeping the hairs away from your face.

You finally begin to wake up when you feel a large hand rubbing small circles across your back.

"Y/n."

"Hmm?" You mumble, still mostly asleep.

"Come on, it's time to wake up."

Waking up, you roll over towards her and prop yourself up on your elbow.

"What time is it?"

"It's still early," Alcina says, gently brushing away the hair that had fallen onto your face. "but I have a surprise for you this morning."

"You do?" You squint at her as you adjust to the morning light, sitting up in bed you rub the sleep from your eyes. "What is it?"

Alcina chuckles.

"If I told you it wouldn't be much of a surprise now, would it?"

"Oh, right."

"I brought you breakfast. I was hoping I would be able to join you this morning, if you don't mind." She says, almost meekly, grabbing the tray and placing it on your bed between the two of you. Looking up at her, she's exuding a shyness you haven't seen before.

"I would love that." A smile crosses her face when she hears your response. You look down at the tray to see if there was a note, mostly out of habit and a look of disappointment must have flashed across your face for a moment.

"Is something wrong?" Alcina asks, her eyes worriedly scanning the tray.

Looking back up at her, you see the worry on her face.

"Oh, no. Sorry, I was just looking to see if there was a note, force of habit at this point."

Alcina visibly relaxes.

"Oh," The look on her face goes from relief to touched. "have you been reading them?"

"Yeah, every time you leave one. I really enjoy them." You say, looking away as a small blush crept across your cheeks.

"You do?"

"Yeah, of course."

Leaning over the side of your bed, you open up the drawer of the nightstand and pull out the small pile of letters.

"I keep every single one."

Alcina's eyes gloss over when she watches you open up the drawer and pull out every letter she's written you since she started leaving you notes in the morning. Carefully taking the stack from your hands, she looks down in disbelief.

"I can't believe you kept them all."

"Of course I did, what did you think I was doing with them?"

Looking away, a little ashamed, Alcina replies "I honestly thought you were throwing them away."

"I would never throw these away, they mean a lot to me Alcina."

"They do?" She asks as her golden eyes widen.

"Yeah, of course. Truthfully, now I look forward to each morning when you bring in my tray because I know there's going to be a note from you on it."

Alcina gently tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and rests her hand on your cheek for a moment. Neither of you have said "I love you" since that night, but you can see it in her eyes. Her hand leaves your cheek and you take the letters back from her, putting them back in the drawer and closing it.

"This smells amazing." You say, looking down at the tray of food.

"Go ahead, eat. I'm sure you're hungry."

The two of you enjoy a quiet meal together. This is probably the first time you've ever had a meal by yourselves, but you enjoyed it. As you ate you both lightly chatted, making each other laugh every so often. It was nice being able to enjoy each others company in private for a short while. You could feel the foundation of your new relationship solidifying as you ate breakfast together, and it felt good.

After you finished eating, Alcina placed the tray back on the nightstand.

"So when do I get this surprise?" You ask.

"Very soon, go and get yourself ready and come get me when you're done. I'll be in my chambers. Okay?"

"Okay. Anything in particular I have to wear or something?"

"No, dress as you wish. But we will be outside for a bit and it's supposed to be a beautiful day out." She says with a smile.

"Okay."

Alcina stands and grabs the tray and head towards the door. She opens it and turns back and gives you one last smile before ducking out and closing the door behind her. After she leaves you throw the covers off of you and hop in the shower.

Down the hall, Alcina sees a maid and gives her the tray to bring back down to the kitchen. She makes her way down the stairs and finds the girls in one of the sitting rooms.

"Is everything all set girls?"

"Yes mother!" Bela says.

"She's gonna freak out." Cassandra says.

"Oh I can't wait to see her face!" Daniela all but yells.

"Very well, thank you daughters. I'll be in my chambers, please see that everything is ready to go when we come back down."

"Yes mother!" The three girls say in unison.

Alcina heads back to her chambers and sits at her vanity, touching up her makeup and hair. After a little bit she hears a small knock on her door and takes a deep breath in and out before getting up and opening the door.

When she opens the door she's taken back when she sees you in the sundress she had bought you.

"Is this okay?" You ask, looking down at the dress.

"Yes," she breathes. "it's perfect." Her eyes meet yours and you get lost in her bright golden orbs for a few moments before you both snap out of it.

Alcina calls for the girls and Bela appears next to you.

"Is everything ready?" Alcina asks.

"Yes mother! Everything is ready for the both of you."

"Thank you my dear, we'll be down shortly."

Bela swarms off and she turns towards you.

"Are you ready for your surprise?"

"I think so!" You say with a smile.

You genuinely have no idea what she planned, you hope it's not an expensive gift or something extravagant, but you're still excited to see what it is.

Alcina leads you downstairs and towards the courtyard. Before she opens the doors she looks down at you with a big smile on her face, she looks excited and it makes your heart flutter.

"I know there's one thing that you've wanted since the day you came here, and I wanted to personally make sure it happened."

Alcina opens the doors and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light. When they finally adjust, you see the kids, all five of them, running around the courtyard with Daniela, Bela and Cassandra.

Freezing in place, you can't believe they're here, in the courtyard, playing and running around like they always do. Tears begin to fill your eyes and Alcina places her hand on your back, gently pushing you forward.

The fears that you had of never seeing them again vanish into thin air. As much as you didn't want to admit to it, there was a small part of you that was worried Alcina was lying about letting you see the kids again just to give you some piece of mind. Fearful that she never had any intentions of letting it happen. But here they are, right in front of you, and Alcina was the one who organized it and planned a surprise visit.

"Y/n!!!" You hear Ana yell.

All of the kids stop and look at you, in an instant they're running into your arms. Kneeling down on the ground, you do your best to wrap your arms around all of them as the tears fall from your eyes. Your heart feels so full it's about to burst.

"Oh, I missed you guys so much." You say softly, burying your face into them.

Daniela, Bela and even Cassandra look on with huge smiles on their faces. Alcina looks down at you, her heart swells from seeing you so happy. She hopes that this surprise conveys how much she cares for you.

One by one you give each child a hug and a kiss on their head. The boys quickly go back to the game they were playing as you finish saying hi to the rest of the kids.

You hug and kiss Crina, the second oldest of the three girls. After her you hug and kiss Ana, the oldest.

"How are you doing love?" You ask as you hold her in your arms.

"I'm okay."

"Yeah? Are they listening to you at all?"

"Barely." She says, rolling her eyes.

"Oh boy, I'm gonna have to have a talk with them then." You say with a laugh.

"Are you okay?" She asks, looking up at you with concern on her face.

"I am."

"You promise?"

"I promise kiddo, they've been really good to me here."

"Good." You give her one more hug and turn to the last of the kids, Elena.

You bend down again and outstretch your arms towards her and she jumps into your embrace, almost knocking you over.

"Woah," you say, balancing yourself. "hi my little angel."

Elena doesn't respond, instead you feel her starting to cry. You stand up with her in your arms and hold the back of her head.

"Oh, it's okay honey, it's okay. I'm here."

"I missed you so much." She cries into you. Just when you thought you were done crying, tears begin to fall again.

"I missed you so much too baby."

"When are you coming home?"

"Oh honey, I'm not sure. But I promise we're going to keep seeing each other, okay?"

She nods into you and you rub circles on her back, soothing her.

"Do you like it here more than at home? Is that why you won't come back?"

You feel your heart break a little, hating that Elena thinks you're staying away because you like being here more than you like being with them.

"No, not at all El. There's a lot of complicated reasons why I can't come home, but it's not because I like it here more, okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise sweetie, but I want you to know, I think about you every single day."

"You do?" She asks, pulling back to look at you with tear stained cheeks.

You wipe away her tears and cup her little face.

"Yes, every morning when I wake up I think of each one of you, and I do the same thing every night before I go to sleep."

"I think of you every day too y/n."

You kiss her on the forehead and hold her tight and she squeezes you back. Looking up, you see Alcina sitting on one of the large benches across the courtyard, watching you with Elena with a soft smile on her face.

Only having seen you interact with the children once, and just for a very brief period of time, Alcina studies you with the girl in your arms. The very same girl being the reason the two of you even met in the first place. If she didn't stay back in the road and almost get trampled by the carriage, you never would have had to run in front of it and knock her out of the way. The carriage never would have halted and Alcina and the girls would have gone back to the castle and their lives would have continued on without ever having met you.

Although Alcina would never harm a child, she's grateful that little girl put herself in harms way that day. Because if she hadn't, the two of you never would have met and the empty space in Alcina's heart, the one she either didn't know was there or blatantly ignored for so long, would still be residing in her chest.

As she watches, she notices how naturally caring for these kids comes to you. Sure, it could be from years of practice, but something in your eyes, something in the way that you look at that little girl in your arms, says otherwise.

"You would make such a wonderful mother, draga mea." Alcina thinks to herself.

Your aunt walks up to the two of you and you smile at her.

"Hello y/n."

"Hi."

"How have you been? Have you been," she pauses for a moment and her eyes shift from Alcina back to you and lowers her voice. "treated well?"

You watch as Alcina's smile fades into a scowl when she hears your aunt, thanks to her supersonic hearing, and you have to hold back your chuckle.

"Yes, I have. I promise. They've treated me exceptionally well." You decide it's best not to mention the events that have occurred over the last couple of months.

"Well I'm glad to hear that. Are you one of her maids?"

"I was, but I don't do many of the maids chores anymore."

"Why is that?"

"I, uh, bonded really well with the girls-"

"The girls?"

"Yeah, the Lady's three daughters." You say, nodding to the three girls as they play with the kids.

"Oh right, they're, peculiar."

"They're good kids. But I got close to them, to all of them, including the Lady, really quickly. Within just a few weeks I was promoted to being her handmaid. Although I haven't been here long, they accepted me right away; they really made me feel like I'm part of their family." You look over at Alcina and you can tell even from this distance that her eyes glossed over a little as she listens.

"Family?" You aunt scoffs. Alcina's softened look hardens and her eyes narrow at her.

"Yes, their family. They have a mother and three daughters, they're a family."

"How can they be a family when they're mon-"

"Don't." You say, cutting her off. Alcina's body tenses with anger as she focuses on the two of you. "Do not say that. You don't know them." Anger begins to bubble inside of you, an instinct to want to protect them, to protect your family, begins to kick in.

"Surely you must know first hand of the horrors that-"

"I don't expect you to understand. But I will not let you talk about them like that. You don't know anything about them," You go to speak again but stop when you see a tall shadow loom over the both of you.

Alcina walks over, she has a smile on her face, she looks happy but you know her better than that.

"I do hope you're enjoying yourself and that you are finding Castle Dimitrescu to be a suitable home for your wonderful niece." She says, gently stroking your cheek. Alcina has a smile on her face, but you see a hint of murderous rage in her eyes begin to develop as she looks at your aunt.

A little frazzled and scared your aunt stutters for a moment.

"Oh, uh, yes, of course. It is incredibly beautiful here, t-thank you for opening your, h-home to us, and to her."

Staring down at your aunt, Alcina doesn't have to do much to intimidate or scare her. Her presence alone can be quite frightening. She begins to tremble lightly and you decide to change the subject.

"Is uncle here?" You ask your aunt.

"No-"

"My apologies draga mea, but a longstanding rule in Castle Dimitrescu is that no men are permitted to enter the premise. So that, manthing, was unable to attend."

You feel your heart skip a beat when she calls you "draga mea" and your aunt gives you a bit of a look despite her frazzled state. You know she said it mostly for appearances, but you didn't realize how much you missed hearing Alcina calling you by your pet names.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Elena tugs on the shoulder of your dress to get your attention.

"What's up love?"

She cups her hands around you ear and whispers to you.

"She's very tall."

Unable to contain it, you let out a laugh and nod your head at the girl.

"Yes, yes she is." Looking up at Alcina, she has a smile on her face. Any trace of the murderous rage in her eyes is now gone.

Cupping her hand around your ear, she whispers to you again.

"Are you scared of her? I'm scared of her."

The amusement in Alcina's eyes disappears, fading into a look of sadness that she quickly masks. You feel your heart sink in your chest when you see her reaction to Elena's question.

"No, I'm not scared of her at all. I actually like her quite a lot. I know she's very tall, but she's not scary. Remember when we talked about how some people are different from others, but just because they look different, doesn't mean that they are different from you or I on the inside?" Elena nods her head. "This is a perfect example of that! See the Lady is very, very tall, so tall she has to bend down through doorways to get into rooms." Elena giggles and Alcina shoots you a playfully annoyed look. "But, besides that, she's not much different from you or I."

Elena whispers into your ear again.

"People in the village say she's really mean."

"You should never let someone else's opinion of a person influence your opinion of them. There were a lot of people in the village that said mean things about me, do you think any of them were true?"

Elena shakes her head "no."

"Exactly. So why don't I introduce you to her, so you can find out for yourself if she's as mean as the villagers say. How does that sound?"

Elena shakes her head "yes" and you turn her towards Alcina.

"Elena, I want you to meet my friend, Lady Dimitrescu. Lady Dimitrescu, meet my youngest cousin, Elena."

Alcina bends down so she's eye-level with the girl and gently holds out her hand.

"It is lovely to meet you Elena. Please, call me Alcina."

Elena looks at you, unsure of whether or not she should be afraid.

"It's okay." You say.

"There's no need to be afraid little one, I don't bite." Alcina says with a smile. You eyeballs almost pop out of your head when you hear her. Alcina's eyes meet yours, you see a mischievous yet playful look in them before looking back at Elena. Looking over at your aunt, she's lost all of the color in her face, she looks like a ghost.

Elena, who's none the wiser, puts her tiny hand into Alcina's. It's comical at how small it looks compared to hers. Alcina gently closes her fist around the girl and shakes her hand.

"Now say 'it's nice to meet you too, Alcina.'" You say, encouraging her.

"It's nice to meet you too, Alcina."

Elena looks at Alcina with wonder in her eyes after she lets go of her hand. With her fears slowly melting away, Elena observes the woman in front of her with curiosity.

"Elena! Y/n! Come play with us!" Crina yells from across the courtyard.

Elena begins to wiggle in your arms, you let her down and she runs over towards the rest of the kids. Alcina returns to her seat and your aunt sits on the other side of the courtyard, trying to put as much distance between the two of them as possible.

You join the kids as they play with the Dimitrescu girls. For the next few hours, all of you are running around, playing tag and other games. The entire time, Alcina and your aunt watch on.

It's been so long since you've had this much fun. Of course spending time with the Dimitrescu women was entertaining, but you missed running around and playing with the kids like this.

During a game of tag you're it, you go after Daniela and right before you tag her, she bursts into a swarm of flies and ends up behind you.

"No fair!" You laugh.

The kids, and your aunt, give questioning looks and the two of you brush it off as a fun magic trick to evade any more questions. The kids immediately buy it, although Ana might not have been totally convinced. Your aunt however, was not convinced at all.

Running up behind one of the boys as he runs away, you grab him around his waist and lift him into the air, spinning him around.

"Got you!" He cackles as you spin him, the laughter is like music to your ears.

Cassandra eventually gets bored and sits next to Alcina. Your aunt watches the two of them carefully. Alcina looks down at Cassandra as they talk, she brushes some of Cassandra's hair out of her face and looks lovingly at her daughter. Out of the corner of her eye, Alcina catches your aunt watching them. Glaring at your aunt, she wraps an arm around Cassandra and pulls her in close, as if she's protecting her and turns her attention back to her daughter.

Quickly looking away, your aunt is unsure of what to make of the interaction between the two. On one hand, she knows the rumors and the few first-hand accounts she's heard about how ruthless and horrific the four women could be. But on the other, the Lady of the castle just seems like a mother, caring for her daughters and, for whatever reason, her niece. She's still unsure of how such monsters can have a "family" but she begins to think about what you said to Elena earlier.

Zina walks out into the courtyard and announces that lunch is ready. You all head into the dining room, Alcina pulls out the chair next to hers and offers it to you and you gladly sit. Once all of the kids are seated, the maids begin assisting the children with making their plates and Bela, Cassandra and Daniela head into the kitchen.

"I expect you three to come out looking as clean as you do in this moment. Understand?" Alcina says to the girls.

"Yes mother." Bela says.

"Yeah, Dani." Cassandra says.

"Shut up Cass!" Daniela yells at her sister.

Alcina lets out a low growl and the three girls fall silent and head into the kitchen.

"Are your daughters not joining us?" Your aunt asks.

"No, they will not be. They will be taking their lunches in the kitchen. The girls have a, peculiar, appetite so it's best that they eat away from the children." She replies with a haunting smile.

Petrified once more, your aunt quietly eats her lunch as Alcina sips on her wine, pleased with herself.

After lunch is finished, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela enter back into the dining room, much to both yours and Alcina's surprise, clean. Daniela gives you all a brief tour of the castle, the kids are fascinated when they get to see your room, given it's nearly the size of the living room at their house. The tour comes to its conclusion at the library, of course, since it is Daniela's favorite room.

All of the kids pick out a small book, one of the boys picking up "Poems of Sappho" which you quickly take out of his hand as he pouts.

"Sorry bud, this isn't a book for kids."

Alcina walks over and plucks the book from your hand.

"I'll take this one." She says with a smirk, her voice smooth as velvet, and takes a seat on the couch near the fireplace. You sit next to her and Elena crawls into your lap while the rest of the kids sit around you while you read to them.

After a little while you notice that Alcina had stopped reading the book in her hand. With one long leg crossed over the other, she fiddles with the loose string on the armrest cover, listening to you read to the kids.

By the time you finished reading each book a few hours had passed, dinnertime is now right around the corner. Alcina goes to stand but looks down to find Elena's head resting on her leg, the rest of her body curled up in your lap, fast asleep. Looking over at Alcina, you notice she's looking down at something and you follow her eyeline to find Elena. You both look up at each other with smiles pulled across your faces.

Gently lifting Elena up, you pass her off to Daniela as your aunt begins to wrangle the kids, getting them ready to leave.

"I'll be out in a minute." You say to Bela as she leads everyone out towards the main hall.

The library door closes, leaving you and Alcina alone. She stays seated when you stand and you turn towards her, the both of you practically at eye-level. You wrap your arms around her neck and hug her, your action taking her by surprise a bit. She hesitates for a moment, but decides to wrap her arms around you, holding you tight.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes when you think about how much her surprise meant to you. You were so genuinely afraid that you would never see the kids again, that they would grow up thinking you abandoned them without a second thought and didn't care about them. Alcina knew your fears, and she promised that you would see them again, and she followed through with that promise. Her keeping it a surprise for you made it all the better.

When you were racking your brain trying to think of what the surprise could be, seeing the kids never once occurred to you. It was the best surprise of your life, and you are so grateful for her for doing it.

"I hope you liked your surprise." She says.

"I loved it." You say softly as a few tears escape. "Thank you."

Pulling away a bit, you look into Alcina's eyes and see hope, and love. She gently wipes away your tears, cupping your face with her hand.

"I can't tell you how much this means to me Alcina, really."

"I know this doesn't make up for everything, but I hope you know, I am trying."

"I know."

"I will do anything and everything to regain your trust."

"I know, and you are. This today, this meant everything to me. You heard my fears, you listened to the one thing I wanted more than anything and you made it happen without me having to ask you to. It doesn't make up for everything, but, this, the letters, it's exactly what I meant when I said I wanted you to put in effort to make things better. And you've been doing it, and it means so much to me. It really does."

As you look into each other's tear-filled eyes, you feel butterflies for the first time in a long time. Your eyes wander from hers, down to her lips and back up. A nervousness you're not accustomed to floods your body, like a teenager about to have their first kiss.

Your first kiss with Alcina was rough, passionate, on the heels of her teasing you for weeks. It led straight into your first of many long, glorious, nights of intense passion.

Right here, right now, the sexual tension is nonexistent. The only thing drawing her to you in this moment is your love for each other.

You watch as her eyes shift down to your lips and back up, you can tell she wants to make the move, but is hesitating, not wanting to overstep or make you uncomfortable.

Gazing into her eyes once more, you can feel them screaming "I love you" at you. Truthfully, you feel like your eyes are doing the same. With your heart feeling like it's about to burst, you tuck a strand of hair behind Alcina's ear and cup her face. Slowly, you begin to move in, you feel your heart beating out of your chest, you think you can feel hers pounding as well.

You both close your eyes as your lips gently meet. A jolt of electricity is sent through your body, as if you've finally been woken up after months of being asleep. Her soft, cool lips feel like home to you, a place you haven't been to in so long. A lump begins to form in your throat as you slowly kiss, you love her, so much. And you've missed her more than you ever could have imagined.

When your lips part you wrap your arms around her and hold her tight again as tears fall. Alcina holds you tight and buries her face into your neck.

"I love you, draga mea." She says softly.

"I love you too Alcina."

The two of you were so enthralled with one another, neither of you noticed your aunt had come back into the library, witnessing most of your tender moment together. Quickly, she slips out before either of you notice.

Pulling back a little bit, Alcina brings her hand to your face once more, studying you as if she's looking at a work of art. You gently nuzzle into her hand and close your eyes, letting yourself relax into her touch. It's almost a relief knowing that you'll have her back soon enough. Although you know the road the two of you have ahead is a rocky one, deep down you know that if you both keep putting in the effort you have been, the two of you can overcome anything together.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Jacket | Seth Jarvis

wc. 1.6k

Jarvy sees you in the wags playoff jacket for the first time

(not my best writing tbh. im sorry!)

Growing up, you never had an affinity for fashion. 

Your mom was the one who always dressed you and middle school was always that awkward fashion era of everyone’s lives. In high school the different outfits everyone wore had started to pique your interest, wanting to finally find your own style and make yourself feel more confident overall. 

By college you had hit your stride and everyone in your life was incredibly confused when you decided to major in fashion business. Your dad was over the moon that you added the business side of it, being a finance director himself, and while your mom was still confused, she enjoyed the new fashion advice from her daughter. 

You grew up in North Carolina, heading to FIT in New York for your undergrad before returning home. You spent that summer trying your best to figure out what to do with this new degree, when your life intertwined with Seth Jarvis. Through a mess of awkward run ins, late nights, and a final first date that sealed the deal, you were quick to realize that Seth was it for you. Three years later and you and Seth were closer than ever. He was on his way to another playoff run while you had been living your dream job for a couple of years now. 

As April loomed near and the season was coming to an end, the wag groupchat had started to pick up. The girls were discussing playoff chances and who should be planning the wag jackets this year and you were voted the number one choice. You tried to get out of it, worried that what you made wouldn’t be good enough but the girls shut you down quickly, knowing whatever you make would be iconic. 

You found yourself dreaming up ideas in the middle of meetings, doodling in the corners of your notebooks, looking up colors and fabrics, and finally caving to create a full fledged design when Seth had come bounding home with the news of a playoff clinch. 

The drawing you come up with is a high school varsity style jacket in black, the front saying Carolina in uppercase bold red letters, with the words cause above one pocket and chaos on the other side. One sleeve has the previous cup win dates while the other sleeve has the boy’s number and the original canes logo underneath it. Lastly, the bottom hem of the jacket is decorated with the storm warning flags similar to the boys jerseys and classic name and number on the back in the same color and font as the Carolina. 

Ever since finalizing the design, you instantly headed to the store and grabbed a blank black varsity jacket and started your work. You had fallen so deep into the job, focusing on each tiny detail for your prototype that you didn’t even hear Seth coming home. You had just finished on the front when you heard the door of your office creak open and you turn to see Seth with a tired smile on his lips. 

“Hey there pretty girl,” he says, sauntering his way into the room and your heart skips at the sight of him. You’re distracted for a moment just at the sight of him, but when you notice his eyes flicker over to your current project you flinch and get up. 

“No!” you screech, taking quick steps towards your boyfriend and covering his eyes with your hand. Seth freezes against you, concerned in his movements but when he hears a breathy laugh escape from your lips he knows everything is okay. 

“Uh why can’t I look?” 

“It’s bad luck!” you squeal, nudging your boyfriend out of your office and Seth rolls his eyes, his lashes fluttering lightly against your hand. 

“I’m sorry did I propose and forget or something?” he asks when you finally drop your hand from his eyes and shut your office door behind you. 

“No but if you are going to propose I’d wait till off season,” you respond cheekily and Seth grins. 

“I was making the wag jackets,” you tell him, slinging your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. 

“Mmm were you?” 

Seth leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, trailing one up to your cheek and then finally on your lips, his hips pushing you back against the door so you’re caged in his embrace. 

“Mhm,” you murmur against his lips and you feel his grin, the scruff of his beard scratching against your skin. “And you need to go so I can finish them.” 

“Or we could do this,” he says and before you know it, Seth has grabbed you around the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and marching his way towards your shared bedroom, your protests of work and prototypes deaf to his ears. 

The week leading up to the first playoff game was complete chaos. You hadn’t seen Seth at all, occasionally when he was slipping out of bed and you were just slipping in, bumping into each other when he was out the door and you were coming in and so on. 

You were finalizing all of the wag jackets, making sure the matching shoes had arrived and were in good condition as well. You had decided to add a pair of nikes with the players last name on the side to match the jackets and you couldn’t wait to see how each girl would style their outfit. One by one as each girl received their jacket you would be on the other end of a million texts and several facetime calls of the girls freaking out about the job you did. You couldn’t help it, you started to feel good about your work too after being praised so much. 

Unfortunately due to both your schedules, you couldn’t see Seth before the playoff game but promised to make it in time for warmups. You and a few of the girls head out together, taking pictures both at your place and when you get to the arena. You head straight for the front, your nerves getting the best of you and you’re bouncing up and down on your heels waiting for Seth to come out on the ice. 

Somehow even with the nerves you miss his initial entrance onto the ice. Normally Seth is all serious mode when he starts warmups, only deciding to relax and goof off towards the end of them but when he sees you first, he’s a complete goner. 

You’re facing away from the glass but Seth could spot you from miles away in a crowded area, it truly didn’t matter. Your hair was pulled up and out of the way so everyone could see his last name and jersey number plastered on the back of the black varsity jacket. Your smile is wide and he knows you’ve been nervously fidgeting by the way you twist and bounce as you stand. 

His heart is pounding twice as hard now, not even registering the world around him as he sees you in your heavenly state with his name on your back. His. His jacket. The one that claims you’re his. God, how did he get so lucky? 

He doesn’t know when he stopped paying attention to the movements he was making on his skates until he’s smacking embarrassingly into the glass just before you, startling both you and everyone around. You look up, Seth with an unreadable expression on the other side of the glass and you can’t help the shy smile that creeps onto your lips. 

Seth tries to regain some kind of confidence again, shooting a wink in your direction and mischievous grin before taking off on the ice again. 

You swear your face hurts from smiling and your throat is no doubt sore from the screaming you had done all of game 1. You and the girls make your way down to the tunnel and talk about the events of the game while you wait for the boys. One by one each girl disappears in the arms of her man, you smiling and bidding goodbyes while you impatiently wait for Seth. 

“Is that the future Mrs. Jarvis?” you hear from behind you and you turn to see Jarvy smiling like he just won the damn lottery. 

You rush forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses anywhere you can reach. You exclaim your praise between each kiss and Seth grins shyly against you. 

“You did amazing,” you say leaning back to finally look into your boyfriend's big brown eyes and they shine with pride at your words. 

“Thank you baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling back and staring at you, his eyes roaming your figure, his fingers tracing the outline of his number on your shoulder and his name on your back. 

“What’s up lover boy?” you ask, nervous under his gaze. 

“You look damn good with my last name,” he murmurs and your face flushes further. 

What Seth doesn’t tell you is that from the first day, he’s known you were the one from him. He doesn’t say that since you had your first date he knew you’d be married one day. He doesn’t say how he wants to spoil his proposal right now and just ask you to marry him because he can’t go another second without having you share his name. 

He doesn’t tell you that one piece of clothing has made him imagine the next 50 years of his life in the matter of seconds. 

But you don’t need to know that. Not yet at least. So Seth settles for another searing kiss to your lips before slinging an arm around your shoulder and leading you home so he can take that jacket off of you and love you properly.

[firstemcee]

“Nah, It’s all good.”

Veneer x Male!Hip-Hop/Rap artist!Reader (can be read as female or gn, i jus feel like they’re male leaning. uses amab pronouns.)

Part 1(you’re here)—Part 2—

Warnings: just cursing, as far as I know. Reader is written to talk like how I do, which might be a bit confusing to some. No use of y/n.

wc: 799

Summary: Finally getting your first vinyl on the shelves of the record shop that was practically your whole childhood was a huge accomplishment. That accomplishment also came with the well known pop-star coming to get one signed!

THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST FANFIC!! This part is gonna focus more on reader, the second will focus more on Veneer.

thank you @nym-blogs and @miralunawritez for helping me and giving me tips!!! I owe y’all, seriously 🙏🏽

“I can’t be happier my record’s being sold here, man. Really, i’m honored.” You smiled, giving the owner of the small record shop a subtle nod as you spoke with genuine happiness in your tone.

This record shop had been around since you were just a kid, and now you’ve got your first record on the shelves…here. It was just perfect.

The owner gave a small nod in return with a smile, going back to…whatever he was working on.

Award Tour (feat. Trugoy the Dove) - A Tribe Called Quest (I’d say listen to it just for vibes, but you don’t gotta) played quietly in your wired headphones, causing you to slightly nod your head to the beat as you made your way through the isles full of records in search of your own.

You never thought you’d end up here. Doing rap battles in middle school, messing around with different beats in your parent’s basement. Now you’ve finally made a name for yourself.

It brought a huge smile to your face, really. Like a kid getting just what they asked for on christmas, it was perf-

“Oh- I’m so sorry.” A guy spoke softly with hands raised in defense before you after bumping into you. You recognized this guy, who was it again…?

“Nah, it’s all good.” You spoke with a smile and a slight nod to the person who you had finally identified as the overnight pop-star, Veneer. “Nice to see you here.” You murmured, not wanting to cause too much disruption to him. You figured he was used to being interrupted when out, so you wouldn’t give him the whole: ��Oh my godd, you’re that famous guy!! What’re you doing here—‘

Once you had finally made your way to your record, you gently picked one of them up with a proud sigh and the smile of an accomplished father. You couldn’t help but admire the art, the font, the…everything. Shit, it was yours! You’d look at it all you wanted.

You weren’t gonna look at it forever, of course. You set it down and left the store for a moment to go get a drink from one of the vending machines outside of the shop, returning to the checkout area afterwards while sipping your Fanta.

“You know, some couple just bought your record. First hour and you already got a sale, man.” Your friend at the register subtly congratulated you, earning a smile back.

Sure, one sale in an hour wasn’t much. But you were trying to break out of the underground rap. Plus, it’s a small store, you convinced yourself.

Off of work for the day, you decided to pay the shop a visit…again.

And in that visit, you found yourself looking around the back rooms behind the counter curiously. Until your name was called. “Uh— Yea! Give me a minute…” You murmured informally, stumbling out of the creaky door before making eye contact with the pop-star…again.

“He wants you to sign a record.” Lenny, one of the two guys that ever worked here spoke flatly before handing you a nice pack of bold markers with a raised brow.

“It’s a few. Just for a friend.” Veneer placed three of your vinyls on the counter before you with a sheepish smile. It’s not every day that you were the one signing something for a famous person. So of course, you picked up the yellow paint marker and gave him a small thank you before staring down at the vinyl. “Shit. How does my signature go again…?”

You shook your head to dismiss your thoughts and signed all three in yellow, brows furrowed for a moment as you smoothly glided the marker along. So focused that you didn’t notice the absolute daggers Veneer was staring into you as he watched you do so.

“So, do you uh…come here often?” Veneer asks, snapping out of his small trance and clasping his hands together in front of his chest. His poor choice of small talk made you crack a smile.

“On occasion, yeah. It’s a spot I used to come to a lot as a kid, brings back good memories.” You tried to make him more comfortable, noting his nervousness.

You handed the three back after they had dried, and set the maker down. Of course you weren’t gonna charge him.

Veneer, typically caught up in his fame, never spent any time venturing into different genres of music besides his own. So when he came over to his friends house and happily handed her her birthday gift, the signed vinyls, he was incredibly curious to hear this guy’s music. He had a pretty face, it couldn’t be that bad…

“Oh. My. G- No you didn’t.” The girl’s jaw dropped as she looked over the gift, then to Veneer. Then the gift, then Veneer…before trapping him in a suffocating hug.

“Okay! okay, oh my god, you’re welcome girl—“ Veneer stammered and patted her back with a loud laugh, though desperately trying to make her let go.

When the two eventually started listening to the music, Veneer was practically entranced. It was so different from him and Velvet’s style!

It was so energetic, but still just…calm. And it conveyed so many different emotions and there were so many words—

Clearly he wasn’t used to it.

But he didn’t mind it, not at all.

Again, this is my first fanfic!! I’d appreciate any tips you guys have if i end up doing a second part. Thank you so much for reading.

under no circumstances do i accept you posting my shit on other sites. don’t.

[heywriters]

how to make a tumblr post (and get notes!)

Have never seen any post discuss these exact things, so i'm sharing my insights with y'all*

Use images. They don't have to be good or spectacular like this extremely coherent thing I just made. They just need to catch the eye break up dashboard monotony.

The gif search feature is an unreliable wild card at best and a NSFW eye gouge at worst, but it gives credit to the op of the gif

If you're an artist your whole post is your images, so skip to the links and tags section of this post because the rest won't help much.

-> Image Descriptions

When making a post that contains images, hover over an image and click the meatballs icon in the lower right corner of the image. Click "update description" to add a description. It isn't always necessary, but it is very courteous for a variety of accessibility reasons.

-> Text

Break up your text. Run-on sentences are standard here, lack of punctuation too, you can really do whatever you want, but avoid massive blocks of text. unless you've got a really incendiary opening line and the entire center of that granite chunk of text is actually comedy gold, hard-hitting tumblr journalism, or one of those zany confessional posts that can be followed up by the drive thru meme

break up

your text.

and go light on the ALL CAPS. save it for emphasis or when you're feeling very unhinged or saRcAStiC y'know how that goes, i don't need to explain it. this site has a very dry tone to its posts so caps are rare. also periods

Bullet points and numbered posts are good and fine. The "Chat" post option is used less often these days, but different groups found uses for it so it sticks around.

Titles Matter

they help break up text and put people at ease. they are best for informative, mature posts but can make you look like a square in more relaxed conversations. sometimes they are also great for emphasis in a comedic sh*tpost (censorship is entirely up to you, btw. you don't have to censor much on tumblr except titties and genitals).

Tumblr automatically shortens long posts now, but etiquette asks that you tag #long post if you want to avoid clogging up someone's dash. It don't matter too much though, this is the "color of the sky" site, so get used to posts being too long

That being said "READ MORE" is a fantastic feature. Use it when you want some level of privacy like "hey, only click below if you want to hear about my problems" or "click below to read my 18+ fanfic." Read more is also great in case you want to delete something forever. If a reblogged post has a read more, but op deleted the og post, that content is gone (readmore has to be on the og post at time of posting for this to work, btw; edits to og post do not span all reblogs)

the other bells and whistles like colored font or italics are helpful in improving text, but we don't really rely on them. every mode of looking at this site alters those aspects somehow so we often ignore them

-> Links

Hint: People don't want to click links. We don't know where they're taking us. Most of us are on our phone and don't want to open another tab or leave the app to go on the browser. We're cozy here on Tumblr and do not wish to be whisked away (unless it's a rickroll)

Don't leave the link thumbnail to do all the work, like so

add a little sneak peak info, maybe your favorite line from the article or a reason why it's important for people to know the info on the other side of that link. Sell it!

When you're adding a link into a list, i.e. no large thumbnail just a line of text leading you to another site, try not to copy/paste the link as is

"https://......"

No one wants to click on that it's gross and scary. It's screams "meh, i'll click later if i feel like it." If the build up to the link is too good to resist ("if you want to save the orphaned puppies here's the link") then that http mess is sufficient.

Otherwise, dress your links up a little by including the title or a description of what the link goes to:

Or, if it's an informal post where you're just popping info in to back up whatever insane thing you just said, just write something like "link here" or "(x)" and hyperlink it.

-> Tags

artists, writers, and other creators: leave a tag on your creative content that makes it easy for blog visitors to see it all at once. e.g. "My work" and we click on that while on your blog and see only your works

You can have up to thirty tags on any post. All will make your post show up in searches and followed tags (it used to be only the first five tags that got you traction). However,

Please. Do not tag everything you can possibly imagine being relevant to your post because

It's called tag spam and it's against TOS

Everyone here hates that

No one is going to check all those tags ever. Someone might search one five years from now and accidentally find your post hanging out in the ether and they'll still ignore it.

Your imagination is wicked tiny because I guarantee the perfect tag is going to be something indecipherable and seemingly niche.

Follow popular tags (or at least be aware of them)

If yours is an off-the-cuff post and you don't have time to find out what a niche group is into then wing it, sure, idc. this is also the shitposting site do whatever you want

Don't put your hate in the fan tags. This is the unapologetically-like-dumb-things site and your negativity is not wanted. You can still complain, just avoid tagging to get the attention of the fans of whatever you're complaining about. That enables pvp and even nonfans will know you deserve the backlash

-> Audio & Video

clickable by nature because we all love noise and moving images so there's no special way to share posts like this. just post them with good tags and maybe a one-liner, and they'll sell themselves

Tip: it's nice to add descriptions to these too but it isn't common

Protip: if the audio is the best part of the video (e.g. a baby burps REALLY loudly and it's hilarious) please caption or tag "Unmute!"

-> mkay bye

that's all i can think of right now. will update later if i remember something

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*this is year eleven of my time on tumbles and i studied marketing in college for like six of those years and have been applying that bupkis to tumblr ever since. every post i see that gets no traction and every lovely artist that goes nowhere on here bothers me so deeply and i sincerely want y'all to succeed <3 <3

+ If you find this helpful and want to support my blog, I have a ko-fi!

+ If you're concerned about my mental health from being on Tumblr so long and want to contribute to my "get better" fund, I have a ko-fi!

[curtsycream]

Baxter Radic Blurb

Finally finished season two of surviving summer and I love Bax’s character. He also deserved better so I’m giving him better. I’m giving him you babes <3

“How about that one?”

Looking down at his hand he looked over the tattoo she was pointing at. The slim reddish pink lollipop tattoo with small font along the white stick. Smiling at her he shook his head, “it’s just something small…I’ve always had it.”

Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head in return. “You didn’t have it before you left Queensland.”

Baxter bit back the chance to tease her for being so observant with his body. He held back as he tried to think about something to say to distract her. Nothing came to mind and he knew she wouldn’t buy into a lie.

“It’s new, got it my first week here,” he finally admitted to her.

The Queensland surfer smiled at him, “I’m loving this honesty streak. I’m guessing that Summer girl really got through to you, huh?”

“It wasn’t Summer,” he mumbled.

She craned her head back to look up at him in her seated position. “Then—then who? Or what? You’ve never been so open before,” she trailed off.

“Maybe, I don’t need to explain myself.”

She frowned grabbing his hand, “don’t do that. You always pull back when things feel tough for you. I’m sick of it, why can’t you just tell me the reason? Are you worried I’ll laugh or something? You know me better than—“

“It’s not that!” He exclaimed looking down at her. Running his free hand through his pink hair he shakes his head. “I know you wouldn’t do that, you’re too nice for that. Too nice for me,” he whispered.

“Don’t say that, you’re an amazing guy Bax…not many are like you. You don’t have to tell me about the tattoo just please don’t shut me out. It’s like ever since you moved to Shorehaven you’ve been reluctant to even message me.”

The way in which she was pouring her heart out to him left a sour taste in his mouth. Sitting beside him was the girl he grew to like quite a lot before having to leave. Tweaking his ear with his fingers he looks anywhere but at her. “I—it’s not your fault. I just thought if I avoided you it would make things easier.”

“Make what easier?”

“The fact that I like you and even if I were to tell you I’d find a way to fuck it up like I do everything else.”

The confession made the air around them feel heavy. It wasn’t like him to openly admit his feelings. But then again he had changed since moving away from Queensland. “Bax. Actually listen to me, I want you to know that what happened wasn’t your fault. You were drunk, we were all raging and someone dared you to do it. What you did wasn’t the reason you all had to leave, you know this. I don’t blame you and neither do the others. You’re a great guy,” she spoke calmly as she still held onto his hand.

Looking at her he let out a sigh, “I know that but it still feels like I had a part to play. Even if it wasn’t my fault I still fucked up. The second I got here I messed things up for my new team. I just think I’m causing myself problems.”

“You only think that because you’re so used to taking the blame. I promise you, you’re not at fault and it may take you a while to believe that. But trust me I’ll never blame you for things I know you didn’t mean to do.”

Leaning forward slightly his forehead rests against hers. His bright blue eyes searching her eyes for a hint of falsity. He found none but still he inquired, “promise?”

Raising his pinky he holds it out for her, keeping her forehead to his she locks hers around his. “I promise.”

Moving away from her he smiles keeping his pinky hooked with hers.

“Oh and Bax, I like you.”

[blackbirdffxiv]

A lengthy ass-post about poly-shipping no one asked for

So I'm gonna go ahead and choose passive aggressive violence, in the form of an informative, lengthy as fuck post I think some folks need to read.

I won't be adding the post here, as I don't wish to direct potential harassment to the original poster (no matter how heinous I found a majority of the list), but if you're on twitter/"X", I'm sure you've seen a lengthy notepad list of RP "hot takes".

While I agreed with some of the points made, I feel it necessary to clarify some things, particularly about the points regarding polyamorous shipping.

If you don't want to read the blurb between here and the actual point list, just scroll down until you see green font.

Most know that I myself play a polyamorous character; I ship my character with other characters belonging to different players. I've been poly-ship for YEARS, so I feel I have some experience and can say some things about it.

Some points made in the "hot takes" list alluded to people using polyamorous shipping/multi-shipping as an excuse to just ERP and mess around with multiple people without consequence.

Sadly, yes, this does happen. It's unfortunate that selfish people only looking for specific things use it as an excuse for their behavior, but the only thing people can do is be aware of what to look out for when it comes to polyamorous shipping.

So rather than allow a negative light be painted on a valid means of shipping and roleplaying your characters in relationships, I think a quick lesson is needed.

Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinion on how I feel polyships should be handled, and some red flags I have seen during my time being a polyamorous OC player. By no means is this a rulebook, more like a guide so new and veteran roleplayers alike can be aware.

What a responsible poly-shipper will do:

Introduce you to their other partners - Communication is key in any relationship, this is not just for monogomous ships, but even moreso for polyamorous. A poly OC player will be open to introducing you to their other partners; while no one expects you to be best friends, it's good to be aware of just who else you'll possibly be regularly seeing around.

Share time and effort among your partners equally - A polycule relationship should be even across the board; one partner should not be treated better than the other. Treating one or more partners better than the other(s) is just a recipe for people getting hurt, both IC and OOC.

Be open and up front at the very beginning of IC interactions - A poly OC player will be up front and honest about the nature of their character if they have an interest in possibly shipping with you, or in case the possibility of it happening is there.

Encourage communication and prioritize problem-solving - This isn't just for poly ships, but ships in general. A good writing partner will encourage and WANT you to tell them about how you feel with the ship, especially if it's a problem with an easy solution.

Always make it known if they wish to bring another partner into the polycule & pose an introduction OOC - This is the most important part of being in a poly ship, making sure EVERYONE knows if there is someone new who will be joining the ship, and making introductions before a ship is made.

What a responsible poly ship player wouldn't/shouldn't do:

Hide the status of their ships - If your partner is hiding who they are shipping with from you, in my experience, this just means a person is going behind their partner's back (and is possibly cheating on them).

Brush off any possible issues you may be having with one of the partners in the ship - A responsible partner would aim to mediate the situation, and listen to all sides.

Discourage their poly partners from seeking other partners - Not every poly OC is monogomous with their poly partner, sometimes one poly OC will be shipped with another poly OC. Your partner would not expect you to drop your other ships to be with them while they continue their own, they should respect your decision to ship with your other partners.

Keep attempts to ship with other characters a secret - A responsible poly partner will make it known when they are attempting to or want to ship their OC with another as soon as intentions and wants are known. Not after a ship is already established.

Discourage those in the polycule ship from associating with each other - A partner in a healthy polycule would never discourage their partners from associating with each other; intentional separation more than likely is a means of hiding something, such as blatant favoritism, or even to keep ships a secret (in my experience).

Anyways I'll get off my soap box. I apologize for the lengthy post, but some things I've been seeing regarding this hot takes list were so blatantly heinous, I just felt like something should be said.

Have a good evening y'all; hug your pets, tell your friends you love them, and don't let jaded people online project their problems onto you.

Stay golden

[tobyfoxfacts]

How to compose like Toby Fox

I analyzed Toby's music... here's the backbones to his songs, and various Toby techniques! I included ways to get started with recording your music! Read more to see 👀

Battle themes

For the music Toby uses in his battle themes, he starts with a 1-2 measure long riff. He gradually adds in more instruments, looping the original track from the intro. A simple tune you can hum to. After adding in several instruments, he adds the bridge of the song. He removes the beginning melody and lets the background music continue for a measure. Then he slows down the song and keeps one instrument. After that he adds a buildup and changes the octave, or adds harmony to the final chorus. At the very end, he adds a finale that ties the beginning to the end of the song.

Background music

For the background music during exploring, he makes the songs easily "loopable" so the beginning fades into the end. He uses orchestra sound fonts and ambient noise. During emotional short cut scenes he uses faint opera vocals as well. Don't forget the random wind whooshing sounds.

Instruments used

Undertale mostly focused on chiptune synthesizers and 8 bit sounds. Toby branched out to orchestra instruments in chapter 1 of Deltarune, and emphasized his piano skills. In chapter 2, he fell in love with the harpsichord that he'd romanced many years ago in his homestuck side gig. Thank goodness he left the weird overused synth pitch bending in his past. Good grief, that was... creative. Toby's been experimenting with brass instruments, which makes sense. Toby played trumpet in jazz band during high school. After his work on Pokémon, Toby's music has become diverse, and each song has a unique twist. Working with other artists was definitely a great step for him! Don't be afraid to reach out to other beginner musicians and collaborate!

Making music like Toby

To make music like Toby... experiment! Create a long-term relationship with the harpsichord and mash notes together until you find yourself playing them over and over, nodding your head in satisfaction. You gotta quickly record the track and tweak it later so you remember what it sounds like.

Simple ways to record music

Music professionals will K1LL me for this one. Here's some ways to begin recording music without buying that 1999$ springo bingo synth board with the doodoofart pro vst producing sound bit 2000.

Using these tips, you can record and change sound fonts! Once you record your track, you can mess around with the sound on your recording device! That's how Toby has so many instruments 👀

Look up videos on YouTube about converting music into wav and mp3 files. Toby didn't know what a wav file was when he began music production! Don't be scared of all these fancy weird words. You'll catch on! There's no shame in going on the web for help. Music production can get very complicated with random errors and shit. (I have cried over my piano before) That's what reddit is for! Frustration is inevitable. Just take a deep breath and STAY DETERMINED. Even if you can't play piano? Watch tutorials and practice! Toby is self taught and doesn't write sheet music!

If you have an electric piano keyboard, you can hook it up to a computer with a cable that's easily found on Amazon. You can also use an iPad pro, hook THAT up and record it in a program like garage band. I recommend investing in studio one 5 on your computer! If you've got studio one... get a vocaloid software bundle and mess around with piapro studio 👀 add vocals!!! There's some cheap vocaloids out there! Toby's worked with some vocaloid producers in the past! Mess around and have fun!

Get creative!

The keyboard is your playground. Toby says that simplicity is important. He mentioned this in the annotations included on the sheet music that came with the undertale collectors edition. You don't need to go overboard with advanced shit to sound professional. Some of the best songs are simple and catchy!

Toby would want you to be kind to yourself and your hands. Be patient. Music takes time! Make your own songs and follow your own path. Create your own style so when people hear your music they know it's you!

Good luck!

[simplydannie]

Velvet & Veneer Fanfic

“We Got This”

Continuation of my small fic here

Those at the detention center learn about the truth of where the twins are from. …And they weren’t going to let a couple of rats from the under city run the place. Little do they know, the twins have learned to hold their own.

After the scene in the cafeteria that one day, the twins were known… and feared… throughout the Rageous Detention Center. Funny, for being snot-nosed, pop star wanna-be, brats, they sure knew how to defend themselves….and that’s when word got out.

….Velvet and Veneer were from the under city of Rageous…. The slums, the lower class. It was the talk of all of Mount Rageous, and now, it was the talk at the detention center…. And this was something they weren’t going to let slide. Rats from the under city owning them? Standing up to them? They were afraid of rats? The head bullies at the center began plotting.

To avoid trouble, the twins isolated themselves from everyone else. In the courtyard, they sat on a bench far off from the rest of the crowd.

“UGH!! Who told? How did this get out!” Velvet screamed. There it was, in big bold font across the papers:

Latest Pop-Frauds From Under Rageous: Typical Desperate Wanna-Be’s

“Well they ain’t wrong.” Veneer replied reading a letter…. It was from Floyd. He wouldn’t admit it to his sister, but the little Trolls letters is what’s been helping him pull through this whole mess.

“Seriously! You’re seriously chill with this?” Velvet asked in surprise.

“We are from the under city AND we are frauds. Just accept it Vels.”

“NO! You know how much worse that makes us sound! Besides, they’ll send us back! Those from Under Rageous always go back!” Velvet crumbled up the paper, tossing it across the courtyard.

“… I don’t think so.” Veneer responded.

“How do you know?”

“I just…. I just do.” Veneer looked up to see a group of teens headed their way… and they didn’t look happy.

The group encircled the twins, allowing for no escape. One of them was the thug kid Veneer left a heavy beating on that one day in the cafeteria, his nose still bandaged. Out of instinct he got in front of his sister. The twins looked around… no security, no one…. They were completely alone.

“Caaan we help you?” Veneer asked suspiciously. Velvet eyed the group standing behind them… they were completely closed off from any possible escape.

“So you guys are really rats from the gutter aren’t you?”

“Only one who looks like a rat is you.” Velvet responded with a snarky grin.

“Rat has a tongue. Can I have a taste?” One boy winked at Velvet.

“Eat dirt.” She replied. Veneer elbowed his sister. They tried not to get involved in any trouble, but somehow trouble always found them.

“We’re leaving you alone, so just leave us alone.” Veneer stated.

“No I don’t think so. You guys come up to the top, wanna-be pop stars fooling everyone. Now you slum dogs want to try and fool us here. Thinking you own the place.” One boy a foot taller than Veneer shoved him hard on the chest.

“You guys came at us!”

“I bet you guys aren’t tough enough to handle us on your own. You’re not always going to have each others back. Split them up!” One girl called out.

The two taller ones of the group grabbed each twin by the arm, pulling them in opposite directions. Velvets eyes went wide as she saw them pull Veneer away, heading behind some bushes and out of sight. He caught a glimpse of her.

“We got this.” He mouthed before disappearing with a group of thugs. Velvets heart raced. It’s my fault, it’s my fault if he gets hurt, she thought as she looked at the group still surrounding her.

“We’re not afraid to hit a girl. But you really aren’t one, are you RAT?” A boy chimed with laughter. Velvet took a deep breath. Oh how she wanted to sock him in the mouth.

“….Call me rat one more time.” She said through clenched teeth. The boy leaned in closer.

“Rrrraaaaa-OW!” She kneed him right in the groin. A girl standing behind grabbed her by the ponytail, yanking her to the ground. As she fell, other kids gathered on top of her pinning her down. They took a few swings, landing some on her stomach, her ribs. She clenched her teeth.

Velvet has been in this situation before. She’s felt this pain… she was sure her brother had too… she could handle it, she could handle it. She calculated her next moves as they continued to strike her body…..

CRUNCH!

She freed her foot and kicked someone square in the nose. She heard the cry of pain. Again using her free leg she stretched and kicked again, not aiming, just striking wherever she can. Velvet then stretched her legs over, using them to flip whoever was holding her arm down.

She heard cries of pain coming from behind the bushes where they took Veneer. Velvet could only imagine what they were doing to him… this was her drive, her motive…. The only person who could boss him around was her.

Velvet was eventually freed, but that didn’t stop the people around her from trying to get her. She took them all one by one, kicks and punches, head kicks and jabs. Velvet was determined not to let them undermine her because of where she was from, she had no intention of going back unless it was from her own free will.

The commotion suddenly stopped and silence drifted in the air. Every one of the bullies was hunched over on the ground hurt and groaning in pain.

“Like I said: call me rat one more time and see what happens.” She kicked a random body causing them to cry in agony. A few bruises here and there, she could feel it, but nothing she couldn’t handle. “Veneer!”

Velvet ran towards the back of bushes.

“Veneer!- OOF!” She collided straight into another body, the force sending her towards the ground. Velvet looked up to find the person she ran into was her own brother.

“Oh my god Veneer!” Not knowing what really came over her, she hugged her brother, she hugged him for the first time in forever. Veneer dare not say anything… it been so long since he had someone hug him… he forgot what it was like… so he enjoyed this moment, that is until Velvet snapped out of it.

“Idiot! Whatdid you let them do to your face?”

His eye was swollen and bruised, a cut on his upper lip.

“I didn’t want to strike first.” He replied. “But eventually I did.” They both turned to see the damage he did: more groans of pain, perhaps a few broken bones.

“They call us rats but they really have no idea.” Velvet spat on someone on the ground next to her. “Come on. I’m sure they’re going to blame us and send us to the isolation ward… again.”

“They’re not going to be fair to us anymore… if they can’t send us back down, they’ll make it worse for us here. You know that right?” Veneer asked limping away with his sister.

“Like you said…we got this right?” She smiled looking to her brother.

“Ya, we got this.”

“Velvet and Veneer!” A voice called to them as they neared the doors.

“Ya we know. Isolation ward. You don’t have to tell us twice.” Velvet rolled her eyes and scowled.

“Wait what? What did you guys do now?” The security asked them.

“Nothing.” Veneer was quick to reply, but his bruised face and limp gave him away.

“… We’ll deal with that later. You guys have a visitor.”

The twins perked up…. Veneer began jumping up and down uncontrollably, he knew who it was already.

“Some little guy named Floyd.”

[grisler]

alright roleplayers,    im not even going to lie — not being able to format posts in the true Vintage Tumblr Style™ has actually pissed me off so bad... anyways, if you want to bring back the old    <sup><small>    text,    this is how you do it. 

just for transparency’s sake, this will not force tiny text on people who do not follow the tutorial, so its a win win for us who like that ye olde ant sized tumblr text and those that don’t. it also works with the post editor!

—— i am not a pro coder or teacher, therefore my terminology may be off. i tried my best to illustrate & visualize everything, though !!

1.     what you’re going to want to do is download the    stylus    extension from the extension store ( mozilla & chrome ),   not   stylish. ( stylish steals browser history and shit.    stylish bad.   )

2.    when the extension is installed, select “find styles” from the extension menu, and look up “no more small text”.  the correct style should have a pic of jenna marbles on the dash as the thumbnail lol. 

3.    alright !     we got the    ‘no more small text’   extension. it sounds counter productive, but it’s not ! it edits the <small> text function, so now all we have to do is edit the font size it changes the <small> tag to. to do this, click the little pen next to the name of the extension.

4.    this should open a new page with a text editor containing the code for the script. pay no attention to any code except the chunk shown below. see that circled green text ? that's what we're changing.

i haven't messed with em as unit for font size (i'm used to px), but i've found that 0.82em is a pretty good size to use for smaller text, however, you can mess around with the font size to make it as big or little as you want. after adjusting, your code should look like this:

5.    after this, you're pretty much done! this will basically change the font size of anything under the <small> functions on your dashboard to your desired size. all you have to do is hit the save button to the left of the style editor page. maybe even rename it to small text or something so it's not confusing in the future.

but.... if you want to be greedy and bring back that sweet <sup> text from before, like, 2020, you're gonna add a little vertical-align attribute.

6.   DIRECTLY after the font size styling, and BEFORE the closing } we're gonna add this: vertical-align: 3px!important; if pasted correctly, your code should now look like this:

the vertical-align tag will add an offset to the text under the <small> function, simulating the look of the old <sup><small> tag combination. we can't actually bring back real <sup><small> text because, as far as i'm aware, tumblr blocks it. just like with the prior step, mess around with the amount of vertical align to your hearts content ! after this you're finished, like actually finished.

[dailyreverie]

My beautiful, my wonderful, my amazing Jul🥰

I’m so happy you’re getting back to writing again! 🥰

Please may I request:

75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

With Andrew’s Spidey please ☺️🕷️ tall boyfriend & short girlfriend cliche coming in hot 🥺🥺

Friendly

A/N: Li!!! Surprise, I'm your secret santa! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!! (and sorry I was so late!) This was a whole journey since I really wanted to gift you some enemies to lovers and I've actually never done that before lol if you only knew how many plots and characters went through, and then you requested this and I was finally illuminated my the gods (aka Andrew Garfield mostly). I really really hope you like it! Also, thanks to my lovely wife @nadja-antipaxos for being an amazing beta!!

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart feel like it was going to come out of your chest with pure rage? Yes, yes you can. Peter Parker is your sworn enemy ever since he stepped into your class all those semesters ago and decided to take your spot as the top student.

He outsmarts you, every single time, in every class, and every chance he gets; you even have come to the conclusion that he’s only waiting for you to let him show how much better than you he is, the tiniest opportunity to hold on to make it about himself. Everything is a competition when it comes to your rivalry with Peter. You are sure your whole class hates you both by now since you both end up in debates in every class trying to beat the other one round after round of fact-dropping.

And yet he’s so nice, so flawlessly and naturally nice. Always sending you a smile and a wave when you cross each other in the halls, with his perfectly messed-up hair, his soft shirts, and his always sleepy brown eyes. You loathe him.

It's only natural that you would end up being stuck on a project together, working on it forcing you to spend a whole afternoon together as you try and decide whose idea to use; which book to use, what font color, which argument was better, anything and everything ending in at least 10 minutes of going back and forth.

It is when you are on minute 12 deciding whether to use the book you want or the website he found for your research, going back and forth when you get tired of it. You can’t stand it anymore. “Choose whatever you want then, I’m done.” You stand up from the table, grab your bag, and walking away. 

“Oh, come on! Where are you going?”

“To the roof.” You admit with your back already to him, as if going to the roof was nothing, just as it was for him. 

Peter sees you go with just a chuckle. “Have fun!” He says when your back is all he sees on the distant horizon. Because you won't take long, right? You only needed some fresh air, he guesses.

But minutes go by and you don’t come down, minutes that turn into almost an hour, and with that, the cold winter evening starts to roll around all while your jacket is hanging on the back of your chair. Peter hates to admit it, but his leg keeps bouncing faster with every minute that goes by and you don’t come back. Could you still be up there on the roof? Were you really five floors high sitting there all by yourself?

You were ridiculous, storming out like that. Yes, ridiculous, and Peter has to remind himself that, because suddenly the idea of you out there, up there, completely alone on a New York City rooftop fills his body with a hollow feeling.

He mumbles a curse after a couple more minutes when his hands were already tugging at his hair. Damn you, spidey sense. He storms off, jacket in hand and feet almost sprinting through every floor he goes up.

Quiet meets him when he reaches the roof, and indeed, there you are leaning against the bricks of the roof wall that overlook the city. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumble curling further into yourself when you see him, rolling your eyes when you meet his. “Go away, Peter.”

“See, the thing is I can’t.” With long steps he joins you, standing next to you with his gaze looking straight forward, stretching his hand to give you your jacket. “I can’t let you be by yourself on a roof, there are crazy people here.”

“You don’t have to do it.” You accept the jacket, though, crossing your arms across your chest once you have it on and leaning against the fence again.

“I kind of do, it’s my job as your friendly neighbor.” You try to guess what he means by that just by looking at him. Peter only shrugs, a guilty smile on his face. “It’s my fault you are here. I may be trying to beat you in class but I’m not gonna let someone push you from up here, doesn’t seem like a fair win.”

His sarcasm is loud and clear, and it makes you both chuckle. “Ah, so you didn’t come to do that yourself?”

“Okay, why is it always like this?” The change of mood in his voice startles you, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

“Because you get on my nerves, Peter! You always have to be the smarter one, and the one with the final word. Every time I say something it’s like I don’t even matter as soon as you open your mouth!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

“I’m not done.” You swallow. “I’ve been trying so hard to keep myself casual about it, because there have been so many times where I know I’m right, and that you have to know it too, yet you keep going on and on and I get mad and it really, really makes me hate you so much.”

You breathe once you are done, your eyes almost shining with tears with all the frustration finally out of your system. But when you look him in the eyes, soft and brown and without an ounce of threat in them again, genuinely listening to you with the slightest hint of an amused smile in them. Then, you are reminded of the latest truth: ”but you keep making it really hard to hate you.”

Facing each other now, you have to take a deep breath to regain your composure. Peter stays quiet, his face unmoving with the same smile showing through his eyes. “What?” You find yourself asking, trying to read him, but he only smiles. Right, that’s why you hated him.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, I just-” His head does a little wobble and his eyes finally move away from yours, a small laugh escaping through his lips when words fail him. “It’s ridiculous.” 

“I’m ridiculous?” Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, waiting for him to explain.

“No! I am, this is! I never- ughh!” He grabs your shoulders, maybe to ground himself after his nonsense ramble, maybe to feel you. You try not to give it too much thought, since his touch alone is sending electricity through your veins, you don’t need to add an explanation on top of that. “I never planned on you to hate me, that was not what that was for. I was doing all that because you… you are so smart and so clever and witty and… and I thought maybe if I answer to what you say then maybe you would think I was smart too.” 

“Oh,” there’s a bit of doubt in your voice, a strain that tells him that his plan was not precisely working. 

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole.”

“You are forgiven.” You smirk, and with that, you both relax. “When did it turn into a competition then? Because it certainly did.”

“When I saw you smile every time you won.” Peter huffs a laugh and shrugs as if confessing that to you was an obvious statement, not something that would turn your stomach upside down with butterflies fluttering all over your chest. “You have a very nice smile.”

You take a step towards him, standing almost chest to chest, so close that you can see his throat bobbing as he licks his lips. Your body seems to move without you commanding it to do so, lifting your heels from the ground to try and reach him, any part of him. He sees that, and all he does about it is smile.

“Damn you, Parker,” is all you are able to say before you are standing on your tiptoes and being pulled towards him, with his hands holding your back to help you keep your balance as he kisses you, dipping down to find your lips in the middle. Your hands grab onto his neck, for support and to feel him closer, to be able to hold onto something while your lips move so in sync with each other. 

Whatever competition you had with each other is forgotten, and it’s like all that fighting made him know you better since he knows exactly where to move his hands, when to deepen the kiss, when to squeeze you closer to him, keeping you wanting more of him even after only minutes of knowing what kissing him was like.

So, could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart beat so fast? No, maybe you could not, as it turns out it was not rage, you were just in love.

🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨

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[iznsfw]

Is it possible to have a fluffy Sakura idol smut?

Nightbloom

Kinktober 2022 Week 4 - Foodplay

Le sserafim's Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader Smut

6700 words

Categories: fiancé!Sakura, foodplay, oral, nipple play, strawberry ice cream

Is it an advantage that I came back from the US today so it's technically still October for my jetlagged mind? Lol.

No idea if this is any good. I like it, though.

"Hi, baby!"

Pet names are a turn-off for you, if you were to be honest. They just feel forced. You've always had the notion that couples who do that are simply doing so for show. It's easy to assume that when all your friends started to get their own girlfriends at an early age, and paraded it around you like a damned posy. Hi, babe! No, babe! Thanks, love! Your ears burned with annoyance (and maybe with a little awkward jealousy) everytime.

The tables have turned over the years, though, all because of Sakura. With her, it's.... different. It feels different.

You catch the sweet nicknames slipping from your mouth whenever you're with her without even consciously deciding to say them beforehand. It feels natural. Easy. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It feels real.

Your girlfriend—(oh wait, fiancé, you correct yourself, with much pleasure as you glance at the gold engagement ring around her ring finger)—is a beauty even through a screen and with the relative darkness of her apartment. You let your eyes take pleasure in observing the color like that of dark honey following the curls of her hair, the slope of her perfect nose, and her round, happy eyes. Now you understand how her fans fell in love with her, although most have never met her.

Sakura smiles that perfect first-love smile of hers. She's lying on her stomach in bed. One of her hands is left to play alone with the white duvet because the other is raising a pointer against her lips. "Shhh, some stalkers might be listening. You know how it is with crazy fans these days."

You pout exaggeratedly, although you weren't hurt by her reason. It's perfectly rational. Too many cases of celebrity doxxing in this age by people with misplaced grudges. You don't want to accidentally ruin Sakura's reputation when her career is at its peak.

"Awww, are you ashamed of me, Saku-chan?" you ask. You watch her giggling reaction, even when the halls of the building start to curve. It doesn't matter; you know the building map by heart. "'Le Sserafim Sakura Caught with Loser and Lesser Boyfriend'! Oh, just imagine the headlines."

Sakura's eyebrows knot together then release their tension immediately, the way they do when she gets trapped in a bout of laughter. She slams her hands on the mattress in mock frustration. "Okay, first of all, you're my fiancè. And second, of course you're not a loser! You know I love you more than my entire career. You are more important than it—or anything else."

You roll your eyes playfully and theatrically look away to hide the red in your cheeks. You don't know how you become such a schoolgirl in love when Sakura says such cute things. One "I love you" from her, and you're a blushing mess. Oh, and don't forget "But pleaaaseee, oppa!". God, that just ruins you.

But you can't exactly put all the blame on yourself. In the dynamic of your relationship, Sakura is the better one with her words. That is why she's Le Sserafim's co-leader, after all, standing beside Kim Chaewon when she needs it. Her intelligence and natural charisma are one-of-a-kind talents by themselves.

"Oh, stop the sweet nothings."

You get inside the elevator the moment its gray metal doors part. You arrived here just in time. What's even more perfect is that you're alone, meaning you can talk to Sakura freely without worrying about your relationship being found out.

The mini screen just below the mirror ceiling spells out "10" in red, cyber font. Only nine floors to go and you're at your destination. Somehow the font reminds you of the one in Æspa's Girls music video. Next level.

You laugh at your own pun. Sakura would pretend to throw up if you said it to her. You would have liked to do that, anyway, but you do not want to hint at then potentially ruin the surprise you have for her.

"How's everything going, Kkura? With that situation and all?"

Sakura knows what you mean by the stressed word, and her features immediately show a sudden onset stress of their own. The smile has disappeared from her face. Sakura lets out a loud sigh and shakes her head, resting her temple against her propped hand.

"Oh god, baby, it's all so fucking awful," she complains. "I don't even know how Chaewon deals with it. We all had a meeting together, in the... the... what's the Korean word for that again? The goddamned pri—"

That's where your use comes in as a trilingual boyfriend. "Private room? The private meeting room?" you pipe in.

"Yeah! That's what it is. It's only for super important meetings, like only the CEO and his colleagues go there. But he called for us in there, and said that her contract was exterminated."

"That's a good thing, isn't it? But why did they only do that now?"

"I really don't get it. It's an exclusive contract. It's easier to end it more than people think. But they waited for..." Sakura shakes her head, sighing heavily. "No, I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?"

No matter how angry she gets, Sakura knows when to keep herself in check. That's how she makes sure to never start spewing too much emotion-slurred nonsense. It's a remarkable trait of hers, but sometimes you wish that she expresses her feelings more, without the fear of hurting anyone else's.

Out of all the people in this world, Miyawaki Sakura deserves the freedom to her own thoughts and emotions the most. And you stand by that.

"No, no, it's perfectly reasonable," you console her. Dash a look at the mini screen again—12th floor—before you return your focus to your fiancé. "I mean, you and Chaewon worked so hard for this. You have the right to be angry more than anyone else. I mean, I would be, too."

Over the past few weeks, after much questioning, Sakura had hesitantly expressed her concerns to you about the conflicts in the group caused by the scandals her co-member had. It turned out that she had bullied quite a number of people during her middle school days, and they are finally starting to speak up. Worst of all, Hybe is doing a shitty job of lying about it. For a big company, they are sadly incompetent.

It was even more painful for her since the both of you were apart. She was in the final stages of preparation for her debut, so she had to commit a lot of time for practice. "I want to show people a better Miyawaki Sakura," she had once stressed to you. "The one who grew stronger and improved in all aspects."

"And they will see that woman the moment you get on stage" was your reply. "Just trust me. They will be so proud of you."

You weren't able to console her and give advice in person, so you had resorted to text messages reminding her to eat and to rest. You hoped that your love was clear as glass through the little things you do, even if it was mostly virtual.

Now that the contract is invalid, Sakura is in a confusing state of relief and panic. It's an odd feeling to have both positive and negative emotions, two polar opposite senses, merge together like that. And it isn't a pretty thing to feel at all, you are sure of that. You've seen the way it affected her—the five anxious voice messages sent to you in a span of three minutes, her lack of appetite, and the guilt. The guilt of feeling happy now that her member was kicked out, even if she had wronged her in the first place.

"I'm so fucking scared, babe," says Sakura sadly. She runs her fingers through her hair, then props her chin back on the center of her palm. "I have everything I dreamed of, but having it is harder than I thought it would be."

"Don't stress it too much. It's over, and people will still support you. And so will the girls. How are they treating the situation?"

"Oh, Chaewon was very formal about it, but you can tell part of her was happy it was over. Kazuha was an angel to her, as she usually is. Yunjin took it a little harsher."

You smile. Yunjin is the feistiest out of the five. She was on Produce 48 with Sakura, and towers over her like the animal she is often associated with: a giraffe. Sakura likes to retell her funny moments to you, and even introduced her to you once. It was interesting, to say the least:

"He's just a friend, Yunjin," Sakura had purposefully misinformed her, when Yunjin asked about you. Even around her members, she still had to keep it on the hush, so you nodded along with her.

Yunjin had looked at Sakura, back at you again, then at the arm you had wrapped around Sakura's waist. She raised both of her dark eyebrows amusedly and said, "Good fucking luck with that much denial."

Now you gaze at Sakura's stressed face, and think of how much she's been through. From giving her all in the Japanese industry, to travelling to Korea to pursue bigger opportunities, and now: with a beauty line of her own, ambassadors for many respected brands, and the center of K-pop's rising star group. Sakura is a visionary; she writes an ideal future in her mind and works hard to make it come to life. In spite of the mess of the scandal and the disbandment of IZ*ONE, she is still standing strong, if not stronger than ever.

You count off the floors left in your head. 13. 14. 15. Should you reveal your big surprise now? Probably. But what if it's mediocre to her? Or disappointing? Maybe you should have bought her more than ice cream and got an expensive bag for her instead, just like her brands do.

But you aren't a brand. You're her fiancé. A non-celebrity one who doesn't exactly have that much wealth in life compared to the more handsome drama actors and famous male idols. You're just... a guy. Some lame, unknown guy.

And Sakura is... well, everything. She's pretty, she's kind, and worked hard for everything she has now. She's more successful than you and probably two classes higher. Maybe she'll become used to the wealthier things in life, and find your little gifts the way they are: little.

Just thinking about it makes your heart ache anxiously. You want to make Sakura happy. Will just you succeed in doing that by simply being there?

"Well, if it makes you feel better...." you begin, tapping your foot on the smooth floor of the elevator.

"Yes?" Sakura's big eyes show a new curiosity.

17. 18... 19! "I—I have a surprise for you."

Sakura's adorable face scrunches up in confusion. She spends her time thinking while you use it to quickly pace to her apartment once the elevator doors open. The fragrant scent of the building fills your nostrils.

"Oppa?" Sakura frowns. "Is this another one of your pranks? 'Cause I'm not falling for it."

You smile. "No, Sakura, I'm not joking."

"Prove it."

Her response is the key to the surprise. You walk faster until the familiar dark door with the numbers "720" comes in your path. You've only been away for weeks yet her door is already scratched. You suppose it's the doing of one of the girls' dogs. The claw prints are harshly imprinted, almost creating a worrying hole. Remind yourself to ask her about what happened to it and offer to fix it for her.

You give the wood three quick knocks. "Open the door and see for yourself," you answer simply.

In the screen, Sakura turns back to gaze at it. "Wait, babe, I'll call you back. Someone's at the..."

The realization takes a while to settle in. She has obviously caught the coincidences, and is now aware that something odd is going on. But then she peers at you in the video call more closely, and catches the familiar color of the paint on the wall in your background and the same echoes on the door.

Her jaw drops.

She quickly drops the call too and throws the door open. Now, you are seeing her in the flesh. Miyawaki Sakura as she is, the real her.

Her first instinct is to squeal.

Sakura jumps up and down and leaps at you. You almost drop the ice cream pints as you seal your arms around her, deafening her screams of joy into your sweater.

The smile settles back in your face. You did it.

"Oppaaa, you clever little sneak!" Sakura scolds you lovingly. She encases the sides of your face with her hands and kisses you all over.

"Hello to you, too, Saku-chan," you tell her amusedly. The feeling of her lips on your skin is something that you missed more than you thought. "I missed you."

Sakura gives you a final kiss on your mouth with a large, cheeky smile. "Of course you did."

"You're right. Biggest understatement of the year, next to the headlines that are always trending: 'Sakura is so pretty', 'Sakura is so hardworking', and 'Sa—"

"You're such a jerk!"

In a fit of giggles, Sakura pushes you down to her bed. To show she means no harm, she climbs on top of you and showers you with so many kisses that you're breathless. It starts out on your nose, then descends to your chin, and spreads on every inch of your face. She roughly kisses your cheeks and forehead. Her chapstick lightly stains your skin, but that's no big matter. They smell as good as they taste, and you learned that the best way possible.

Wink.

You allow her to kiss you as many times as she likes, one for every cursed second you weren't together. And it feels so euphoric, so good to have someone who loves you just as much as you love her. Who cares for you with the same inordinate amount you do for her.

"Her" is Miyawaki Sakura. And it was, is, and will always be her, unchanging and eternal. Not without pain, of course, but with a love that outweighs itqq.

"You missed me so much, too, don't deny it," you chide Sakura in that easy-going, teasing manner you two take on. Despite your relationship having turned up a notch all those years ago, the friendliness never went away. It was realizing that Sakura was the best friend you wanted to see beside you in bed everytime you wake up was how you came to the decision to propose to her.

"Fine, I‐I guess I did." Sakura finally stops denying it. She rolls her eyes again. She does that so often with you that you're surprised that her pupils have always gone back in their place.

She stops her kissing to hold you in her gaze. Her hand softly caresses the side of your face while she watches you grin at her from below. And you can't stop thinking about how utterly beautiful she looks from this angle. Her eyes hold so much tenderness that it makes you feel weak. Her hair frames her pretty face so perfectly. Plus, she's looking at you so prettily, (how can anyone look so beautiful just doing nothing?!). Fingertips in between her smiling lips, her slightly lowered eyelids, and even the way she flutters her eyelashes as she mutually observes you... you want to thank everything and everyone which caused and led up to the moment of you having the greatest opportunity to  meet this beautiful girl with a heart of gold.

"Say it then," you tell her.

"No. I don't want to inflate that pathetic ego of yours any further."

"Come on, Saku-chan," you plead. You flash her a pout that would have looked good on anyone excepting you and try to mimic the way she flutters her eyelashes. "Please? For me?"

"Alright, fine. I missed... y-you—"

Perfect timing to slowly return the kisses she smothered you with. Lift yourself in order to press your lips to the skin below her mouth. Sakura stops speaking in surprise, but she gasps a little when you kiss her on the mouth firmly. It's such an adorable sound, a whimpery one, that you kiss her again in hopes of hearing a repetition of it.

No, you do not hear it again. But instead, you are granted an even better sound: a soft moan.

Sakura is truly like a cat; she leans the side of her face heavily against your hand, her quiet words of gratification coming out as sexy purrs instead of at the volume she intended for them. Your thumb stops at her bottom lip, playing with it, marvelling at the softness beneath the gloss.

You kiss her again. And again. And again.

"Oh god." Sakura takes a breather, pausing in the middle of the make-out session. She gives you an amused look despite her messy hair and flushed cheeks. "You just came here and we're already gonna have sex?"

"Who said we're gonna have sex?"

"Well, for one, your dick," Sakura fires back wittily. Her hand cups your obvious bulge. You shudder in pleasure. "And your fingers in my mouth." She sucks on them sensually, with her eyes remaining on you, making your heart skip a beat or two. "If you want to fuck me, you can just say it, you know."

You mumble out a quiet curse. Sakura starts to move her body against yours. It's a mind-numbing situation, so much that Sakura suggestively feeling your bulge and her tight small body moving sensually is a wary dream. Not to mention how good she looks in the oversized shirt she borrowed from you, even if it is safely casual. Sakura knows who and what she is, and she isn't one to slack in using it to her advantage.

Well, it was you who initiated anyway. And now you feel warm; Sakura is still performing her advances towards you, only now with a bit more determination. She straddles your throbbing erection daringly, so that it's directly pressed to her center, and you can feel how wet she is with just an upwards shift.

"Fuck, Kkura," you groan a little. It's embarrassing how hot you feel right now. Your clothes aren't even off yet!

"I want it so bad right now, baby," she complains softly. She grinds her hips to and fro, lightly bouncing as if she were actually riding you. "Do you know how many times I wanted to masturbate in the dorms, but I couldn't because of all the practices? Fuck, I can't even count it on my fingers."

You envision a sexually frustrated Sakura and become even more so yourself. The pictures running through your mind right now, of her rubbing her legs together as she practices to hold herself back, are anything but holy. "Have at it, then," you say.

"But..."

"What?"

"What about the ice cream?" Sakura asks.

You raise your eyebrows, then glance at the direction where Sakura's pointer is. Oh, right, the two pints still stand on the computer table where you unconsciously left them. Chocolate and strawberry, with your names in marker written on the lids. Sakura's is written with a "<3" at the end.

"Should we put them in the fridge?" Sakura asks.

Your mind strays a little too far that the smile you make is purely impulsive lust. "No, I have a better idea."

You flip the positions as fast as lightning. The pillows and mattress soften her fall. Give her one quick "I'll be back" kiss then collect the strawberry ice cream pint. The lid easily slides off. It has a small spoon taped beneath it, which you take as well.

You lift Sakura's shirt over her head. She helps you out, curious to see what you'd do. Then—

"Ohhhh, it's so cold."

Sakura tears at the blankets and sighs loudly. Strawberry ice cream paints her breasts. The cream covers her equally pink nipples and the roundness of her tits. And you have to admit that you're a genius with this idea. Sakura looks so hot lewdly gasping, with her painfully erect nipples topped with ice cream and her stomach twitching under your kisses.

You can't hold back anymore. You dive into her breasts. Your lips latch onto her nipples and suck on them with gusto. As expected, the ice cream is delicious, but the thing that exceeds its deliciousness is Sakura's moans of pleasure. She circles one of her nipples, letting the ice cream swirl on it, as she realizes that, despite it being a little stranger than your usual love-making, it does feel good. More than good, in fact.

"Ahhh, fuck, more... you're so good, baby!"

Her hand slides to the back of your head and clings to your hair. You lick her breast until your saliva has replaced the ice cream spread on the nipple. It's red and sore from your suckling, the same state the second boob is about to be subject to.

You squeeze the cute little tit, cleverly taking advantage of how sensitive Sakura's bosom is. She's sure to be soaked right now; she's sighing heavily, pretty mouth wide open and her eyes closed. So she doesn't see how you lean down very carefully, almost like you were trying not to be caught. How you playfully blow on the sensitive nipple, how you lean in and absolutely ravage it.

She's a sakura cake you can never get enough of. You are high on her sugar, yet you consume of her like she was made from a recipe too excellent for anyone to know. Take frequent licks and sucks at her tits, then taste the sugar on her stomach, while she finds herself addicted to the softness of your mouth.

And the hardness of your cock, too. Soon.

You'll escalate there, you know that. You just have to ease Sakura there with perfect timing.

She has been on the bed for so long, arms and legs spread apart, until her head tips upwards. "Hey...." Sakura pouts at you adorably. "I want some ice cream too."

"Sure." Spoon some of the strawberry delicacy in her mouth. She accepts it gladly. "And I think your thighs want some too, hm?"

"Heyyy, not on the bed- ohhh!"

The milky ice cream drips on her thighs. You quickly drop to your knees and lick the drops off before they can stain the bed. Sakura's thighs quiver with pleasure. Curse the shorts for still being on her so you can't eat her out.

"G-god, babe," Sakura pants. "That felt good but... not on the bed. We all know who does most of the laundry."

"Tsk, fine."

Another spoon of ice cream ends up in Sakura's mouth. You lift her up and kiss her. Her mouth still tastes of ice cream. You let your feet carry her to the kitchen while your mouth busily makes out with Sakura's. She's moaning, grabbing the sides of your face and at your shirt, tugging at its fabric. It's like she's expecting that just one forceful tug can tear it off you, just showing how desperate she is for your touch.

Mount her on the clear kitchen counter. She helps you wriggle off her shorts and unbutton your top. Her hands are messy and uncoordinated, but she truly wants to be the one to give your naked upper body a grand reveal. So, you patiently let her. You know it's the small things like that which make her happy.

Come to think of it, why did you ever doubt about the ice cream knowing Sakura will appreciate any gift? Even with the knowledge that you will forever be more than enough for her, your heart still looks down on your own efforts and self. Your playful attitude is all just a façade.

But she reminds you of your own worth. You see the way her eyes sparkle at your broad shoulders and stomach, and feel the loosening of her tense figure when she melts in your arms. You make her feel safe. Happy. Comfortable. Any adjective in the world that is adjacent to the word "home."

Her home is in your arms. Well, no, not exactly; her home is you.

Vice versa, too, or reverse. Whatever. But in simpler words, it's also the other way around; your home is her.

And what bliss such a beautiful home can give someone. The medium-sized spoon dripping of the ice cream is slipped in between your pair of lips and Sakura's own. You kiss with the utensil in between, and it teaches you to savor the slight touch of her tiers and the sweet milky ice cream from her equally delicious tongue. It's like you're making out with the spoon instead of her, but the two of you know how hot this is making both sides feel, so you go on. No harm in good things, after all.

Withdraw the spoon to scoop more of the ice cream in its mouth. It pours onto Sakura's bare thighs like a pink waterfall. Sakura reacts with a surprised "Mmph! S-so cold! It's all over me!"

"Let me clean it up, then," you offer charmingly.

Your princess allows you to. Your tongue connects with her thighs and catches the dripping strawberry expertly. Her gasp trembles with pleasure and surprise, and you calm her down with a quick kiss on the inner sides, but not slow enough to miss the drop of ice cream on the other thigh. You give it the same loving treatment as you caress the unkissed one, occasionally letting your hand grip and spank Sakura's butt. The flesh ripples beneath your palm.

"Please just eat me, baby," Sakura pleads. "Make me feel good."

You can never withhold anything from her. You give in, and find that her pussy is even more delicious than the ice cream. It's thoroughly wet, and you have to pull her closer to your mouth to prevent any drop from escaping your lips. But the gush of juices is inevitable when you draw it out by sucking on her "button." Sakura lifts her hips gladly and grinds her center more in your mouth.

"Oh god, yes, please. Yes, please please please, oppa, thank you! "

It amuses you how her orgasm doesn't take away her manners. You lick sharply at her tightening walls to draw it out of her. Her sweet taste fills your mouth and makes your head dizzy so that you can think of nothing but Sakura mewling and whimpering on the counter because of you. Her scent is so alluring; you drive your tongue deeper so it invades your welcoming nostrils. Sakura screams in delight.

"God, yes!" Sakura's fingers seal tighter around the edge of the counter. Her eyes are closed, and she's mindlessly mumbling while your stressed eating continues. "Yes, thank you, baby. Please, please lick me like that... don't stop..."

"Kkura-chan is so needy," you taunt her lovingly. Draw yourself back from her vagina to take a breather, then kiss the pulsing nub just a little above her slit. "You must have really missed me, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." Sakura sighs at your loving kisses on her thighs and tiny stomach. There's a seldom upward buck that occurs wheneber you graze your lips just right, which you just want to keep drawing out of her. She lies back and gives herself permission to enjoy your lips after your licking returns to her center. "So much. I kept watching porn on my days-off and reading your, ah, messages. I'd touch myself to them, too. But..."

"But what?"

"It wasn't enough. Hmmmm."

Sakura does all the work herself and uses your tongue to rub her clit on. She thoroughly enjoys you performing oral on her; every time is like her first. She's always so sensitive, wet, and extremely needy. Your tongue could do the simplest dip inside her and she'd go ballistic. For example:

" Ffffuck!" Sakura sobs needily. "I can't take it anymore, babe. I need you. Inside me, I don't know if I can bear without you again."

"It's alright. I'm here now, Sakura. We can do whatever you like."

Her sob for you abolishes all plans to tease her more. Sakura is too precious to you; she has been quite lonely without you and another minute that goes without you joining her can and will make her go crazy. You know that since you've experienced it yourself. From the IZ*ONE hiatus and disbandment, to her months of long intense training after signing a contract with Hybe, you soon had a first-name basis with loneliness. And you aren't going to inflict it on either of you now that you are together.

You stand up again and kiss Sakura passionately. Your arms tangle behind the other's back as you try to remain close to her the best you can. Sakura loves tasting herself on your lips; she keeps pulling and pushing you in the midst of your liplocking, even moaning. But that's probably because of your hands groping her ass. Your fingers seek to squeeze and slap their globes as hard as they can, which just make her juices pour more beneath her.

Your cock grinds against her lips. It slides between its wet folds thoroughly, already stimulating you and Sakura as if it were already in. Sakura gives you another rough kiss before she lies back, eyes glued to your sexes joining, as she wiggles her hips in response. Her beautiful eyes do the pleading; she wants you more than anything now, and it would be so cruel not to give in to her pretty self.

So, so cruel. Anyone who doesn't give this beautiful and loving girl anything she likes is surely heartless, because here is Sakura, ready and waiting for you, turned into putty from your mouth and touch. Why leave her hanging? Why leave her unattended to?

So you give in. You give in completely. And it's like divine revelation when you enter her, when the strictness of her walls closes around you for what seems like the first in the longest time and her sobbed pleads turn into a single sharp moan. Suddenly, you understand that you love Sakura more than you thought—for her hardworking attitude, her lips on your shoulder, her eyes directed to yours. For her everything. You realize now how much you wanted and missed her during her training months, and how you might not be able to stand another second without her.

Because she is Sakura. Miyawaki Sakura, the girl you love more than anything.

You make the most out of your time with her. You begin with a few soft pumps, setting the beginning of the ritual. Sakura whines in your neck happily. Despite the speed not being that rapid yet, she enjoys it. She enjoys you taking your sweet time with her, as if time were money and you were the wealthiest man in the world.

Her legs are curled firmly around your waist, reminding you to maintain the gentle pumps for now. You do, and find yourself taking pleasure in the softness of it all. Everyone wants a passionate, rough lovemaking when the doors are closed and the curtains are drawn. However, this relatively slow start isn't too bad either. Maybe it is because you missed Sakura and do not want to arrive too early.

"Mmmm, God," Sakura murmurs. Look to your left shoulder and notice that her eyes are fluttering closed. Wonder if that's from sleepiness or the gratification. "That feels so good. You always, hm, treat me so nicely."

You feel the pride making your smile wider than ever. You bask in it not because of the way you are able to pleasure her, but due to the fact that you make her happy and appreciated. The two things, when compared, can sound a little similar. But you swear on your life that there's a large difference between being glad you are sexually capable and the pride from treating the girl you love with the kind she deserves: one that's as sweet as ice cream.

That reminds you of the pints on the farther side of the counter. They are surely melted now, but you still want to try mixing them with sex. If Sakura is still up for it, obviously.

Try to keep your voice steady as you ask, "Still want to do the ice cream thing?"

Sakura's pants take a while before giving way to her answer: "Yeah, sure."

Take a moment to scoop ice cream in Sakura's mouth. Before the milky substance drips away, you start sucking on her tongue. Sakura makes a surprised but welcoming moan. She grabs your head and pulls you in closer, encouraging you to continue. Your hot mouth drives her on and so do the steady thrusts of your hips.

"Fuck, that's so hot!" Sakura pulls away with a sigh. "C-can you—can you go faster now, please?"

"By all means," you say sweetly. Do so according to her needs, quickening the stamina of your drills and kissing along her jaw, neck and chest. After you finish, you hold her close and place a last one on her forehead.

Sakura trembles in your arms. Her hole tenses at the immediate evolution of the speed. She lets you do the work, allowing herself to receive rather than give like she always has, and only lets out the softest of sighs silenced by her lips pressed to your shoulder. Her nipples poke your own chest and swipe at your skin. Consider breaking the hug to give them deserved pinches, but decide to settle for the embrace the both of you are wrapped like presents in.

"You know I love you, right, Saku-chan?" you ask her. It isn't a rhetorical inquiry; you actually ponder if she does know that you do more than anything. Angle your hips upwards to hit the all-too-familiar perfect spots, and she yelps.

"Hmm, fuck, I know." She looks up at you, large eyes filled with love and pleasure, and rests her forehead against yours. "Do you know that I love you?"

You smile. It has been a long time since you have doubted that, and doing so won't happen again. "Of course. Are you close?"

You seek to help her answer her question with swifter thrusts and gropes. You caress the curves of her butt and thighs, gently urging them to splay wider, and allowing yourself to drill harder. The force makes her release more than a series of sounds. They are borderline screams, and they could have rendered you deaf if you did not want to grasp each word they are stressed as.

"Yes! Fuck, God, yes!" shouts Sakura. And really, even without her clear declaration, you would have known. Her lower body is moving and trembling. She is clinging onto you as if she isn't sure she can catch herself. More importantly, her moans are increasing and decreasing rapidly with both quantity and volume.

"Ah, I am, too, babe. Let's g-get through it together, okay? Holy fuck, you're tight."

"Yes, please cum with me. I love you. I really, really love you. Hnnn, oh—!"

Sakura's orgasm erases any doubt about the severity of her sexual frustration during training. For one, her wet core releases an abnormal amount of girl cum. Her legs trap you in between them and force you to keep the thrusts as deep and hard as possible. And her scream... you know you've really made her climax well when she cannot even stop herself from squealing in Japanese. You drain your own "ice cream" inside the premise of her pussy, knowing that if it were another occasion, she would have liked it in her mouth.

"Oh fuck, oppa," Sakura whimpers. The heat is overwhelming. Her clit prickles and pulses with need as the tiny hole below it spews more cum. "I can't take it, please, it's too strong. It's too—"

"Hey, it's alright," you say quickly, wrapping Sakura in a hug once more. The aftershock of her climax has become too rough for her to handle. Kiss her on her lips lovingly to bring her down from her high. "I'm here. It's over."

"Oh, it was so good, oppa," she moans. She can feel your shaft softening inside her, and the oddly pleasurable sensation of you pulling its limp form out makes her squeeze involuntarily at its departing tip. "I haven't cum like that in months. I can't, it's so..."

"It's okay. Breathe. Calm down for me."

Her walls trap your sensitive cockhead. Now you find yourself unable to calm down. You both have taken and released more than you thought you could. This was your breaking point as well as Sakura's. Something has got to give.

"Kkura," you whimper out. "Let's take this to the bed? Lie down for a bit?"

"Mmm, huh? Sure."

You guess this is the perfect time to practice your bridal-style carrying, for when you and Sakura finally seal for each other. She hums happily and sleepily when you dip her in your arms. Her honey-brown hair swings behind your forearm like a curtain. Maybe it is because the sex was already done, but your eyes automatically go to her beautiful face despite her body in its full naked glory. As you watch her tired eyes monitor your expressions and her pink lips stretch into a cute smile, you realize you wouldn't want any other girl than her.

You lay her on her bed and smile back. "Let's get you dressed up, yeah?"

"I don't feel like it..." Sakura does her best puppy-eye look and pouts. "Can you do it for me, please?"

You already were planning to do it for her even before she asked. The sleeves find their way around her arms naturally. Soon, she's as ready for bed as you are, dressed in a lilac nightdress with a small bow.

"Aren't you going to... you know, clean up?" you ask, grinning a little. You have already gone to the washroom and found yourself a change of pajamas. You even cleaned up and put the remaining ice cream in the freezee. All the while, Sakura remained on the bed.

"Maybe later. It feels really good inside me."

"Ugh, Kkura! TMI!" You cover your ears in mock disgust.

Sakura laughs and laughs till the joke loses its soul. You wouldn't trade that beautiful laugh for anything else, though. Even if it's for a better joke to move on. Love is patient like that.

It's a little while until someone speaks. The blanket is already on top of both of you and Sakura is snuggled beside you like a cat. Her hands do most of the work in resembling paws; they look small and almost tiny under the hems of the sleeves.

She breaks the ice with a more serious tone. "I really, really missed you, you know," she says softly.

You ponder that for a while, not because you're unsure of your response or anything like that, but because you know how much you did, too. There were days lonelier than normal which drove your crazy. What could a text message left unanswered for two days mean? Was Sakura okay? Your worries were endless until you made the decision to visit her after months of it being impossible to even be done as a secret.

"So did I, babe." You mean every word and every syllable that rolls off your tongue. "I love you, you know. I wish we could do this more."

"What? Have sex?" Sakura inquires jokingly.

You, however, are serious. "No, I mean be together. I was always worried about you one way or another. I just wish we could run away together and leave all of this behind. I—I know it's selfish, but—"

"I get it," Sakura says solemnly. "It's alright."

Her last words before she drifts off to sleep makes you wonder even more. But there's still dawn to look forward to in asking her about it.

One thing is clear, though: cherry blossoms are delicious with ice cream.

[theneighborhoodwatch]

Hi! Gonna start off and say that I love the work you're doing with the Welcome Home neocities website! It's perfectly stylized for the project/puppet show and I can see the work you're putting into it.

I'd love to learn how to make my own neocities website (for fun? For a personal project??), so I was wondering if you could provide some tips and/or pointers for a first-timer.

Thank you!

HAHA well first of all i'm flattered that someone would think i'm skilled enough to be giving pointers in the first place. i still consider myself a novice when it comes to web design (for example, if you're wondering why every page on welcome to welcome home has its own CSS, it's because CSS is Way harder for me to wrap my head around than HTML) so i can't give any Super advanced tips, but i can at least write about what's helped me so far:

GUIDES. neocities has its own tutorial and list of HTML/CSS resources, but user-made guides are your best friend when it comes to figuring out where to go from there. a.n. lucas and pauli kohberger both have really good guides for beginners, but for the more advanced stuff, i found myself referencing the resources on solaria's webspace and sadgrl.online the most. w3schools is also very helpful when it comes to answering more specific questions like "how do i use two different fonts on the same page?" (and probably more.) if all else fails, then usually just googling "how to (x) in HTML" or "how to (x) in CSS" will yield at least one useful result. for making your website more accessible, there's the accessible net directory and this masterpost by foxpunk on tumblr.

it sounds obvious, but it helps to have a solid idea of what kind of site you want to build before you actually dive in, and then snoop around on neocities to get an idea of how other users approach the same topic. for example, i got the idea to start a welcome home wiki on neocities after being reminded of the 8:11 wiki on the same site, and then i spent a couple days just looking up stuff like "wiki" or "fansite" on neocities and then clicking on any page that caught my attention to study it.

layouts! there's no shame in using a premade one, and you can even learn more about HTML/CSS in real time just by messing around with the base code before implementing any intentional changes. sadgrl.online's layout builder is a VERY popular choice, since you can already do a lot with the basic options it offers and it's easy to further customize once you have it set up on your page; it's what i used to make welcome to welcome home. sadgrl.online's webmaster links also feature a bunch of other options under the "layouts" tag, and if none of those work for you, then you can even find something just by looking up template/templates/layout/layouts/HTML/CSS on neocities itself.

side note: if you're reading this and you want to make a wiki then you can also use this wikitable code. it came out after i had already established the Look of welcome to welcome home, so i probably won't implement it any time soon, but i TOTALLY WOULD HAVE if it was around when i first set the site up.

you can scale images up or down using percentage, with 100% being the image's default size. i don't know how helpful or acceptable that is, but i use it a lot.

don't feel pressured to get everything done at once, even if you expect people to be visiting your site frequently. usually if you just slap on an "under construction" gif or even just write "hey this site is still under construction" then people will understand. i don't think i've ever seen anyone get super huffy about slow updates on neocities, anyway.

EDIT: OH. GRAPHICS. i mention all of these on welcome to welcome home's front page but i Also wanted to note them here: betty's graphics and websets by lynn both have HUGE collections of background tiles and other graphics that work especially well if you're going for that old web charm. i also like to use this mirror of patterncooler for backgrounds bc of the customization options. you can also make your own background tile and then use a seamless tile maker like this if all else fails.

EDIT 2: ALSO. obviously. do not be like me and use discord or any other chat client as a filehost, no matter how promising it looks, because one day you WILL get a very nasty surprise when the request signature on those urls expire and the images are no longer accessible on other sites. there are a myriad of other filehosts out there, but personally i recommend file garden (and also donating to file garden if you can, even if only for a couple months. i know i said that just yesterday, but if it gets more folks to subscribe then i'm gonna keep saying it.)

[demonbanisher]

Some soft sad for Harry’s birthday 💫  TW: past emotional child abuse and neglect

The first year Harry moved in with Sirius and Remus felt surreal. Harry was focused on enjoying every minute of it because he was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. For something else to happen that would drag his godfathers back out of his life. 

But it hadn’t happened yet, and so on his birthday  he found himself not at Privet Drive but still at Grimmauld Place with a tall cake slathered in icing being placed in front of him, adorning with glittering candles and magical font that was writing and unwriting Happy Birthday Harry!

And he remembered that first cake from Hagrid. How no matter how squashed it had been it had been absolutely perfect. No amount of spelling errors could replace the fact that it was his. Sure, there were egg shells in the batter and the icing was so sweet you could feel the granules of sugar gritting against your teeth, but it was the first time in a long time that anyone thought he was deserving of something sweet.

For years, Harry had watched birthdays from the other room. Salivated over fancy bakery cakes that he would only get to taste by trying to discreetly lick any crumbs off the plates before putting them in the dishwasher. He watched glittering presents be unwrapped over and over again and every moment was a silent reminder to him ‘you are not worthy of this.’

But then Hogwarts happened, and after years of loneliness he had friends. He had family. It all felt so overwhelming to find somewhere that he finally belonged. To finally have a home and parents who cared for him and loved him. In some ways, Voldemort made it easier. Voldemort was evil and cruel. Voldemort hated him. Voldemort wanted to destroy him. Voldemort believed he wasn’t worthy. Voldemort was familiar. The pain and fear of fighting for his life was comfortable. The joy and comfort of being loved was terrifying because what if one day they woke up and realized the Dursley’s had been right all along?

Harry’s hands shook as he tried to hold them steady in his lap. The wax was pooling off the candles and onto the cake. His godfathers looked at him expectantly. 

“Are you going to blow out the candles love?” Sirius asked. 

And Harry did, in five slow shaky breaths because he didn’t want to disappoint them. 

“Did you make a wish?” Remus asked as he reached for the plates. 

Harry nodded. Please don’t let this end.

Remus started to slice up the cake and passed the full plates around. Once Harry had his in front of him, he just stared at it. Unable to bring himself to eat.

“Something wrong love?” Sirius asked. “Remus wanted to do chocolate but I convinced him that you’d prefer cherry chip. Wrong choice? I can whip up a new one or we could run out to a bakery and get you something else?”

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the tears that were threatening to push their way past his eyelids. “You didn’t have to.”

“It’s your birthday love,” Remus said softly. “Everyone deserves cake on their birthday.”

Harry opened and closed his mouth. His head aching from all the thoughts and feelings that were screaming for attention, that were screaming to be believed. “But cake is,” Harry stopped himself. His aunt’s voice ringing in his ears. Cake is for good boys.

“Harry?” Sirius said, pushing up from his chair now to kneel next to his grandson. 

Harry’s breath came out in short rattling breaths, panic swirling around him, and he was hyperaware that he was ruining it. That he was making a mess of what was supposed to be a nice day between the three of them. He forced a trembling hand to scoop up a slice of cake but he was shaking so bad that it fell to the floor before he could get it to his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said as he fell to his knees to start cleaning the cake up off the floor, using the edge of his shirt to do so. “I’m so sorry. Cake is only for good boys. I shouldn’t have - I don’t get to - I’ll go to my room.”

“Harry,” Sirius said, as he moved to sit in front of him again, now with Remus at his side. “You don’t have to be good to deserve cake or a birthday or presents. You don’t have to be good to deserve anything. Our love doesn’t have to be earned.”

Harry stopped furiously cleaning the hardwood for a moment. “Y-you got me presents?”

“Of course dear, do you want to open them now?”

Harry’s eyes flashed back to the cake on the table and he watched them fill with fear again.

“You don’t have to choose,” Sirius told him. “We can finish cake first and then do presents if you want.”

Remus reached out slowly to rest his hand on Harry’s knee, watching carefully for any flinch or sign of discomfort. “You get both darling. You’ll always get both from now on.”

Harry reached up and wiped the traitorous tears off his face. Good boys weren’t supposed to cry either. Unless you were Dudley, then you could cry all you wanted. 

“Do you want to have your cake now love?” Sirius asked.

Harry nodded and got up to go back to his seat. Sirius and Remus went slowly, trading off taking bites of their own slices so that Harry had all the time he needed. At first, he moved his fork slowly towards the plate before shovelling the bite into his mouth as if he was scared of getting caught. Eventually, he settled down into a calmer rhythm, methodically making his way through the slice of cake. 

“Would you like another slice?” Sirius asked when he finished. 

“No, that was perfect. Thank you,” Harry replied, but Sirius didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed to the cake and made a mental note to try again after presents. 

Harry had a hard time with presents too. He couldn’t seem to stop crying no matter how hard he tried. He seemed in a constant war with himself between wanting to run and hide every gift away before someone could take it and assuring his godfathers that he didn’t need it and they could return it if they wanted to. Sirius and Remus never yelled, never got frustrated, they just simply told him over and over again that they’d bought them for him and the items only had to be returned if Harry wanted to pick out something else. 

When asked what he wanted to do next, Harry managed to sheepishly ask if they could watch one of the new Muggle movies that Remus had gotten for him. Drained and emotionally exhausted, Harry was asleep fifteen minutes into the film. Sirius simply turned the volume down and pulled another blanket over him. 

“I’m going to kill them,” he said quietly to Remus. 

“Remember how many times I said that about your parents love?”

Sirius deflated. 

“I know you want them to hurt as badly as Harry is hurting. I do too, but that anger gets us nowhere. It is right and valid and justified and we’re allowed to feel it, but Harry doesn’t need it. Maybe one day, he’ll transition to being pissed off and mad about the childhood that was stolen from him and he’ll need our anger to stand alongside his, but what he needs right now is your gentleness, Sirius. He needs our kindness and softness because he’s never had that before. He needs to believe he is worthy of good things.”

“I just want to make his hurt go away.”

“Did yours love?”

Sirius paused, feeling that familiar ache flare up inside of his chest. That dark space that still held onto his parents words and beliefs of him no matter how much light he poured into it. It was a stubborn knot of scar tissue that healed in the best way it could. “No,” Sirius said softly.

“But we can make it hurt less. We can try to make it so it isn’t the first thing that he thinks of at the beginning of the day and before he goes to bed and whenever someone tries to do something nice for him. We can try and have our voices in his head be louder than theirs.”

Sirius thought back to his teenage years, in particular to the time right after he’d run away from home. He thought about how hard he’d tried to prove himself to the Potters so they wouldn’t hate him, how often he’d flinched at the sound of broken plates and cups and started apologizing even if he wasn’t the one who dropped it, how often James, or Euphemia, or Fleamont, or Remus had to hold him and assure him that what happened to him wasn’t his fault. That they weren’t going to hurt him the way his parents had. How their voices still lived on in his head even now that so many of them had passed. 

“I don’t think I ever said thank you Moons,” Sirius noted as he brushed a lock of hair out of Harry’s face and plucked his glasses off so he wouldn’t break them.

“You don’t have to love. I wasn’t doing anything extraordinary. None of us were. We were just being decent human beings.”

Sirius nodded, watching his godson and remembering what it felt like to be just like him. “It felt extraordinary to me.”

Love after so many years without it feels like fields of flowers finally opening in your chest and there are so many, and they are so unfamiliar, that you think you’re going to suffocate. Then someone shows you how to hold them and you learn for the first time that the whole world can be bouquet.

When it become evident that Harry wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Sirius picked him up in his arms to get him settled somewhere more comfortable. Remus trailing behind him as they moved up the stairs. Sirius laid him in bed and tucked him in gently. He turned to see Remus setting all of Harry’s gifts next to his nightstand so he would be sure in the morning that no one had taken them. 

“Happy birthday Harry,” Sirius whispered. “We’re not going anywhere."

[haevnlii]

how i make scripts aesthetic on google docs (on pc) <33

Part One - Images

! Due to Tumblr's 30 image limit, I'll have to make this in parts. This one revolves around how I sort pictures to make them look aesthetic or just more organised in my script. + I'm not the best at organising tutorials sometimes but I'm trying to not make this confusing <//3

Ignore any typos and errors, thankyou. If you need me to re-explain anything, please feel free to ask. I feel like I haven't explained properly but, idk what else to do, lol :,)

Page isn't broken, to avoid messing up the way images are organised.

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What do I use?

Other than Google Docs (obviously), — Fontspace | A background remover [my mains: 1, 2] | Pinterest/WeHeartIt/Google search, and other sources for pretty pictures, pngs, etc. 🤍🌙

bundling images

Using the different text wrapping options, I found that it helped a lot more to "bundle" images together, so that things look prettier + more organised.

! example

This is pretty simple, honestly; Fontspace provides font text as pictures, transparent bg and not, — so organising the text from it will fall under the tut for this bit.

^ These are the text wrapping options. The first one is the default and limits text placement/movement, the other four allow you to move text where-ever on the document (especially if print view is off) but each do different things.

In order of settings, examples (press images to see properly):

! tip : If you're bundling images that "overlap" too much, make sure to crop at least one (or however many needed) past its actual size so that it won't be a pain in the ass moving them later on.

- You may also use "behind text" for one of them, if it helps, so that it's easier to select the images, this also applies to using image over text (examples in each image).

what I mean:

Using these features, I'll—as per the aesthetic of my script—sort things accordingly. Get creative with the way you're doing this, and keep experimenting 'till you're able to make stuff look the way you want, lol.

"BuT DaRLIng wHaT Do I dO wItH ThIS iNFo??!?!?" bitch idk find an aesthetic 💀💀

like those 2016 fashion sticker books or smthn, idk- whatever u like-

Going into the aesthetics more ;; I usually pick diff aesthetics for each script and refuse to script until I find a pretty one LMFOAOAO- But I especially go for inspiration from (Korean?) bullet journal aesthetics which include lots of image bundling and customised tables.

Why korean ones specifically? Idk the difference, but using "Korean" as a keyword gets the stuff I'm looking for. 💀 But I also search for little pngs I want to add to my script; and if it's a false transparent png or has any background, I use my background removers to make it an actual transparent png.

And, sometimes, I like to search for colours then use my snip tool to screenshot them really thin, like those brown-beige borders you see in all my posts, then use them in my script like highlighter lines, like-

That's pretty much it, really.

! examples from two of my scripts

Fontspace fonts apply as well. One thing about Fontspace is that, you can change the colour of the text ;; as well as the background.

The brown colour is the text's colour, the blue one is the background's colour. You can of course choose to have no background, but it's there as an option.

I don't know of any features where you can save a colour but that's maybe me being dumb ;; but what I do is set a certain colour (i.e. blue) then use the colour adjustment in google docs to change it to black, red, or whatever over colours r in the script.

i.e.:

Anyways I'm p close to the image limit, so that's it for this post.

I hope this makes sense bc explaining this was harder than I thought. 💀💀 Once again I can clear anything up if needed

! tips

Keywords you can use for tiny decorations, are "clipart", "[aethetic name] clipart transparent png", "[aesthetic name] sticker png transparent", etc.

You can have a look at the aesthetics wiki for ideas for your script

Fotor is what I use to crop images into different shapes, and it is how I got the circle/heart shaped pictures in my documents ^-^*

...I'll add more when I remember them.

next up ··· customising tables ✿