#I'm also strict about black coffee.

[sweetcollywobbles]

my yandere!leon headcanons so far MDNI

hello! these are just a few headcanons i had about leon as a yandere and a person in general. there is nsfw below the cut, so MINORS AND AGELESS BIOS FUCK OFF ‼ also feel free to send me your thoughts on yandere!leon and your personal headcanons if you have any!!

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⟢ he's self-aware that what he's done to you is horrible. he knows you have every right to hate him, but that doesn't stop him from wishing you would love him back. he never meant to hurt or deceive you, but he's lost and given too much. leon wants someone to come home to, share a meal with, and feel needed and wanted. to receive a sliver of what he's given out. so forgive him if he's being selfish when it comes to you, but he deserves happiness too. so why not help him play house?

⟢ smells of bergamot and lavender. it’s nice and relaxing, but also musky and woodsy. he read somewhere that lavender calms the nerves, so he just absolutely lathers himself in the scent. Sometimes you swear he smells like sleep personified. unfortunately, he’s still a man, so he uses old spice lavender body wash. for cologne, he uses sauvage by dior. 

⟢ normalcy is hard. how can anyone go back into society as if the amount of  horrors you’ve seen, aren’t there? like you’re fine and everything is fine? so, leon has found a pretty good remedy, company. each friday, a sit down dinner with claire, chris, and jill. pizza, wings, and beer every sunday with chris watching whatever football game is on. sometimes they may not know the current standings of teams, but it’s fun to pretend that they do. yet friends can only fill the void so much, maybe with you, the world won’t feel so lonely. 

⟢ he has a major sweet tooth! likes his coffee with cream and sugar, won’t drink his coffee black unless he really needs it. leon will always have room for dessert lmao. has tried to bake, but he just doesn’t got it 💀something just always goes wrong. a big ice cream/frozen yogurt guy. once a month, leon will make a “everything under the kitchen sink” sundae. he’ll dump whatever pints of ice cream into a large bowl and top it off with whatever candy, syrup, and whip topping he has. leon is usually on a very strict diet, so why not splurge?

⟢ leon on his off time has taught himself how to smoke/grill meat. only knows how to make small side dishes to go with the meat that he’s made. mashed potatoes and grilled veggies are usually his two favorite go-to sides. 

⟢ i'm a firm believer that leon's receiving love languages are quality time and words of affirmation with a hint of acts of service. leon works a lot, whether at the office or away on another mission, this poor, tired man is always working. so when he's home be prepared to be attached at the hip. leon also has a lot of self-doubt and guilt about what he's done to you, so by telling him how much you love and appreciate him, it feeds his growing delusion that what he's done is necessary. you need him just as much as he needs you. it also adds to the reassurance when you do small things for him to show your love and appreciation, whether it’s real or not. like cleaning and folding his laundry, making him a cup of coffee in the morning, back rubs after a long day, or even packing his lunch for the day. 

i’m giggling at the thought of leon keeping all the small notes you add to his lunch, reading them when the day gets tough. or maybe he has one or two in a go-bag when he has to take small out-of-state trips for work. 

⟢ building off the one before, he won't admit it but he's clingy. he prefers showers, but will choose a bath if it means he gets a small intimate moment with you in the morning. not in a sexual sense, more in a “let’s bask in each other’s presence”. never sits across from you at a table or booth, always next to you. same thing for the couch. there could be a thousand pillows on the bed, but he always chooses yours. leon will also never lets you sleep facing any windows/doors for security reasons. there is no such thing as personal space with this man.

⟢ since leon is a yandere his reciprocating love language is all of them. he wants you to stay with him, so he is willing to drown you in his love until it's the only thing you'll ever know. i'm going to break this down a little in sections.  

⟡ leon isn't the best when it comes to choosing the words that relay how he feels. the words feel wrong and it leaves him awkward. so any sort of verbal praise from him is rare. the most you would get from him is a thumbs up and a "sure" or a pat on the back with a nod.

(😀👍🏻 <— leon fr) but, put a piece of paper infront of this man and all of a sudden he's writing words that’ll make shakespear blush. it's words so sickly sweet it gives you a toothache. leon really hates himself for not being able to verbal relay this to you, but maybe you can feel what he wants to say?

⟡ leon is just really good at showing you how he feels than telling you. I KNOW THIS MAN WOULD GIVE THE BEST HUGS BECAUSE HE SO DESPERATELY NEEDS ONE. just imagining leon giving you a bear hug, fully enveloping you, and he can't help but hold you a little closer. maybe even holds your head a little more to him. his eyes are closed, soaking up the loving moment, he might even do a little sigh of relief. because with you, he's safe. with you, he's loved. and he just wants you to feel the love he has for you through every action. to feel what he can't say. (SORRY I GOT OFF TRACK!!) leon also always has to be touching you in some way. his favorite places for kisses; nose, cheek, neck, or hand. every morning, when he's holding you close, he'll leave small repeated kisses on your neck until you wake up giggling. not really into lip kisses, but will sometimes start a lazy make out session. just loves holding you whenever he can and making sure you feel loved at all times.

⟡ leon will also do the most for you. having a hard time sleeping? he's awake with you, lightly scratching your back in small circles or holding you close while he's running his fingers through your hair. leon just can't sleep knowing that you're having a hard time sleeping. hungry but don't want to cook? he's in the kitchen cheffing it up. putting love in every plate that he makes you, even if it isn't restaurant quality. i feel like leon will also leave you small notes around the house in places that you would find, but it's little drawings instead of words. in the slow cooker, a picture of a flower. in between the dryer sheets, a bad stick figure drawing of what you think is of you and him. at some random page of the book you're reading, a simple heart. 

⟡ leon loves spending time with you. it doesn't matter what it is, even if you're doing nothing. he wants to do nothing with you. his favorite thing to do with you is listen to you. whether you’re rambling about the latest tv drama he knows nothing about or it’s late at night and you’re reading whatever book you’ve picked up. he loves being in the kitchen when you’re cooking/baking. he’s your dedicated sous chef, so feel free to boss him around like your gordon ramsay. although, i’m so sorry for the amount of “my name is sue” jokes he’ll make. loves watching movies, putting together legos/ doing diy crafts, and playing mario kart. 

I NOTICED THIS WAS GETTING LONG AND IDK IF I EXPLAINED THIS WELL BUT IM HOPING I DID. THIS WAS SOOOO SELF INDULGENT.

⟢ when it comes to pet names, leon will add a “my” to the start of it. he’s possessive and it shows in his actions. will often say: my girl, my sweetheart, my baby, my angel, etc.

nsfw (i’m not good at smut sorry)

⟢ the praise problem does not equate to what happens in the bedroom. i'm sorry, i just simply refuse. a complete 180, he's a talker. whether it's saying something so outlandishly lewd like he wants the whole world to hear or sickly sweet nothings in your ear, this dude will NOT stfu. (and it makes me giggle and kick my feet) I WILL PUT MY LIFE ON THE LINE AND SAY THAT THIS MAN IS ABSOLUTELY FERAL IN BED. he's always stressed. from his job, from the lack of self care, from the past that just never seems to leave him. he's on edge. he has healthy ways of releasing it, but sometimes the gym or extra training isn't enough. 

⟢ which can lead to leon being a little mean in bed. he’s absolutely degrading the life out of you while also giving you whiplash with the praise that he gives you as well. leon is a lot more aggressive and at some point you’re just a fleshlight to him. spanking, choking, biting, spitting, you name it, it is on the table. also licking whatever drool comes out of his mouth makes him lose his mind fr.

⟢ i'm not good at writing smut, but i do have an idea of what i think leon's favorite sex positions would be. the first one would be mating press. it's extremely intimate and it allows him to be close to your face and neck than the regular missonary position. again, he really gets off knowing that he's the one getting you off. another postition would be cowgirl, it gives him full view of your chest and face, except you're not really riding him. again, he just using you as a fleshlight like giving you the perception that you’re in control. another would be you on your belly and him basically putting you in a headlock. IDK WHAT IT’S CALLED BUT IF YKYK. and leon just saying the most down right atrocious things in your ear would make me go crazy. 

YOU’RE GONNA SIT THERE AND TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT HIS HUGE ARMS AROUND YOUR NECK, YOU’RE INSANE. 

⟢ last but not least, ✨moaning✨. i like to think that he’s a grunter and whiner at the same time. idk if that makes any sense? he’s loud but not obscenely loud. but sometimes when he overstimulates himself, he’s a complete whiner like lovi (again if ykyk).

[lovelycreativecrafts]

What Makes Miguel O'Hara Blush? | Spider-Verse Headcannon/Scenario

Word Count: 600

Warnings: None

Author Notes: Personally, I'm not much of a Miguel simp but I can definitely see the appeal. If you like this Headcannon please like and reblog the post. I hope you all have a blessed day!

The first thing I want to say is that Miguel is emotionally constipated. Anything romantic that may happen to him, he tends to push the feelings back down or doesn’t know what to do with them. Which leaves him to either ignore the romantic thing or dismiss it. 

Any romantic advances towards him don’t phase him. If someone were to give him any sort of physical affection, he would either let the person get their feelings out or deny or reject the affection. If someone were to give him a gift he would accept it but think nothing more of it. If the person were to complement his physical appearance he would ignore it. It might even make him feel a bit uncomfortable if it wasn’t from his significant other. 

The thing that would make Miguel blush is something more genuine and not seen as anything romantic. For him, I think the thing that would get him to blush is a genuine compliment about who he is. 

Miguel’s POV

I stared at my screens as I replayed the scenes with my daughter. I can’t let something like that happen again. I must protect the multiverse. The doors to my office opened and I quickly changed the screen to the default setting. I turned toward my front doors and examined who came in. 

“Is there something wrong?” I asked. 

My assistant shot her webs on the platform that I stood on and I took a step back as she softly landed on the tall platform. 

“No, not at all. I just wanted to inform you that I completed all of my work before I headed home. Also, I wanted to give you some coffee since I know you tend to work late.” My assistant held out a cup of coffee to me. 

This is new. I grabbed the cup from her hands. “Thank you and I hope you have a good night.” I took a sip of the coffee. How does she know I like black coffee? Did I ever ask her to make me one at some point? 

I looked up from my coffee to find my assistant observing me. 

“Is there anything more you want to tell me?” 

“Well yes actually. I-uh,” 

I waited for her to gather her thoughts. 

“I know other people may have told you this already. So, I may sound like a broken record.” She fidgeted with her hands. 

I frowned. Does she also have something critical to say to me? Like how I’m too strict or that I need to smile more. 

“I just wanted to say that I really appreciate what you’re doing for us. I’m thankful that you took your time and life to make sure that our universes stays intact and safe. I admire your dedication and hard work. And I hope that you get everything that you desire out of this.” My assistant smiled. 

I tightened my grip on my cup as something erupted from the pit of my stomach. Something light and feathery, almost like a tickle. Butterflies. My cheeks warmed and I took another sip of my coffee. I looked back at my assistant and her eyes gazed into mine. Butterflies flowed through my stomach again and the warmness from my cheeks rose toward my ears. I glimpsed to the side and cleared my throat. 

“Well-uh . . . Thank you . . . for letting me know,” I sipped my coffee again. 

“You're welcome and I hope you also have a good night.” 

I heard her swing off of my platform and I let out a breath. That hasn’t happened in a while. 

[john-get-the-salt]

Oblivious (w/Derek Morgan)

Imagine: From strangers, to coworkers, to friends, to…? The evolution of you and Derek

Contains: Derek getting nervous/panicking when his usual flirting doesn’t work, penny not so secretly trying to push you two together, new agent on the team! Au

Warnings: none

The quiet hum of the elevator was oddly comforting as you stood in it, watching the display as it went up up up…..

You couldn’t stop fidgeting, brushing non-existent dust off your dress pants and pulling on the sleeves of your sweater. You’d agonized for hours on what to wear to your first day at this new job. You wanted to be comfortable but also professional. The BAU didn’t have a tight dress code for the office, though it got strict when in the field.

You tried to steady your nerves, using your favorite mindfulness technique of breathing in, holding for 5 seconds, and then releasing. It worked a bit, your shoulders easing.

Your constant stream of thought was interrupted by the elevator beeping and opening its doors to your floor.

You filled before leaving the safety of the elevator and walking through another lobby area towards a set of glass doors.

'Behavioral Analysis Unit' was printed in large black letters, and they seemed to loom over you. Before you could reach for the door handle, a blonde woman stepped up beside you.

"Let me guess, first day?"

You smiled ruefully. The woman wore colorful clothes with blue glasses perched on her nose.

"That obvious, huh?"

"Not at all,” she lied. “Do you need help finding the right office?" She offered.

Your smile widened in relief, "That would be great. I'm looking for Agent Hotchner, I'm joining his team."

Your final interview happened in person with the Agent, but it'd been a few weeks and you didn't want to risk getting lost.

Her eyes lit up. "You're the new recruit! I'm Penelope, but everyone calls me Garcia. I was just heading in, I can show you the way."

You thanked her and followed her through the glass doors. The BAU floor was as busy as you expected. People were weaving about, clutching coffee and files and paperwork.

Garcia led you through the floor, towards a row of raised offices. She knocked on the door to the first one, giving you a thumbs up before scurrying away.

“Come in.”

With one last deep breath, you opened the door.

Agent Hotchner was rising from his desk as you stepped in. He offered you his hand and you shook it firmly.

“Agent Hotchner, good morning.”

“Good morning. Hotch is ok. Good to see you again.”

“You as well.”

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk and you took a seat as the two of you went over some general pre-boarding information. You also received your badge and other keys to get around the office building.

Hotch explained that the team didn't yet have a case for the day, but he'd called a meeting so everyone could meet you. Afterwards you would be working on paperwork for the day, unless the team was needed elsewhere. That was fine with you, someone who actually enjoyed paperwork, and you followed as your new boss led you out of his office and down the hall.

You approached a conference room and could see it was already full. Of course as soon as you stepped into the room all eyes were on you. You held your chin high and met their gazes evenly. As nervous as you were joining a new team, you were confident in yourself and your abilities. You’d been hired for a reason, and you had to believe that.

"Team, this is Agent (y/n)."

They stood up one by one, introducing themselves with either a handshake or a nod. David, J.J, Derek, Spencer, Emily, and Penelope once again. You committed the names to memory, introducing yourself.

"We haven't had anything come in yet today, but we all have plenty of paperwork to keep us busy." And with a nod Hotch was gone again.

You have looked a bit stunned, as Rossi chuckled. "He isn't much of a talker."

“I respect it. Straight to the point."

You turned to Garcia as the team began filing out of the room, “Thank you again, for this morning."

Her smile got even brighter, something you didn't think was possible..

“Oh of course! Not a problem at all. Do you need me to help you find your desk?”

You chuckled. "No, Hotch pointed it out for me. But we could pretend you're helping me and chat on the way."

"Ohhhh new girl I like you."

She led the way out of the conference room and down the stairs into the pen of desks and agents. She asked a lot of questions, which you answered as quickly as you could. It was a lot of basic stuff about what you liked to do and where you had worked before this. It was incredibly relieving having someone so kind and so willing to talk you. And it was endearing to see how enthusiastic she was to learn about you.

Unfortunately, you did eventually make it to your desk and she had to leave you.

"This is your stop," she sighed dramatically. "I suppose I should return to my cave now."

You laughed, setting down your bag at your new desk. She’d told you all about her little tech cave and already told you were welcome to stop by anytime.

Your desk was situated by Derek and Emily’s and you shot them both a smile as you sat down.

"I'll be here all day, Penelope. And who knows, I might get lost trying to get lunch."

She clapped her hands. "Yes! Lunch! Ok my love I shall go and see you again at lunch!"

You smiled and waved as she hustled away.

"You two are already getting along well," Derek noted.

“I guess so. She's incredibly sweet."

He had no argument with that, and went quiet again as you clicked your pen and opened your folder. The towering stack of paperwork probably would've made other agents feel faint. But you couldn't help but feel content. As much as you loved working in the field, you'd been through enough crazy circumstances that you would never take advantage of a peaceful desk day.

"Yikes," Emily winced, catching a glance at the work in front of you. "Newbie paperwork....no joke."

"Call me crazy, but I actually do not mind paperwork."

She fake gasped and you laughed. "I know, I know. Controversial opinion. It just feels so satisfying to get it done."

"You and pretty boy would get along great."

You raised an eyebrow at Derek so he clarified, "Reid, aka pretty boy."

"Ah, no love for paperwork yourself?"

He gave you a dazzling smile that you were sure made other girls swoon. "Unfortunately we don't all get excited for desk work, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes, but shot him a smile so he knew you were only kidding. The floor got quiet again as everyone finally settled in for the days work.

————

A month or so after that fateful first day, you couldn’t believe you’d ever been that nervous. Your coworkers was great, and after an awkward week or two you found your place and fit perfectly into the puzzle that was your BAU team.

You’d made friends with everyone on the team in different ways, though the biggest surprise had been Derek. You two just worked, and often got paired together out in the field. You made a good team. And though you had more than proved yourself in the short time since you’d started, Derek tended to keep an extra eye on you.

It was obnoxiously sunny out in Colorado, where the team was currently investigating a string of ritualistic murders. Hotch sent you and Derek to go check out the latest dumping ground, out in the middle of some barren desert land. Without any trees for shade the sun was particularly harsh.

Out of bad habit, you’d left your sunglasses back at the police station where you’d set up home base. This meant you were stuck squinting and trying to use your hands as a visor so you could see.

Luckily you only had to struggle for a few moments before Derek was nudging you and offering you his signature black sunglasses.

“Oh no, that’s ok Der. You need em. Next time i’ll just be smarter and remember mine.”

“That’s what you said last time baby girl. Which is why..” he trailed off as he pulled a second pair of identical glasses out of his back pocket. “I bought myself a backup pair.”

“Huh.” You chuckled before you took his offer and slid the glasses onto your face. “It’s almost like you knew I’d forget them.”

Derek just grinned, and the two of you got to work.

And when the two of you returned to the police station in your matching sunglasses, even Hotch cracked a smile.

————

A couple months after first meeting the team you couldn't imagine working anywhere else ever again.

You adored every single person in their own way, and you loved working with them every single day.

Hotch, stoic and closed off, was absolutely brilliant. He always seemed to know what the team needed even if you didn't yourselves. He was someone you really looked up too and idolized.

Jennifer, or JJ as everyone called her, was kickass. She was so good at handling press you would've thought she'd been doing it her entire life. You were in awe of her and absolutely adored her son Henry. 

Emily, when you were first getting to know her, was a bit quiet and reserved. It took a while for her to open up to you, but with the help of some team work and margaritas she finally felt safe and comfortable around you. She was unbelievably sassy, and contrary to popular belief enjoyed playing pranks on the rest of the team. 

Rossi was deceptively smart. He knew exactly how to get under an unsubs skin and look damn fly while doing it. You could only hope to be in the game as long as he was, and tried to mentally write down everything he ever said. He was currently in the process of trying to teach you how to cook, something you were slowly improving at.

Reid was the smartest person you had ever met. Hands down. He was easy to talk to and greeted you every morning with a fact of the day. It made you happy and he seemed to enjoy having someone to spout numbers at.

Penelope, or Penny as you now called her, was like the teams own personal sunshine. You had lunch together every day, and some weekends spent more time at her apartment than your own. The team had come to call you two sisters, and most days it really felt like you were. You two just got each other.

Last but not least was Derek Morgan. Derek was, to you, an enigma. His charm was always at +20 around you. Emily assured you that's just how he always was, but Penny seemed to think different. She was convinced you two had something going on.

But to be honest you really didn't know much about the man. You knew he liked baseball, loved sushi and secretly enjoyed fruity margaritas. He fixed houses in his spare time and had an uncanny ability to recite Brittney Spears word for word. You also knew he was incredibly good at getting what he needed out of unsubs, never afraid to take one for the team and do what needed to be done. He could also be a hothead, letting his anger take control and lash out.

Did you think he was attractive? Oh absolutely. Did he make you question every decision you'd ever made that led you to know such a fine man? No doubt. But he was was a friend, and a coworker at that.

Which was why as Penny bugged you at the coffee station about your "crush" for the millionth time one day, you thought nothing of it.

"Penny, we've been over this like a thousand times. There's nothing going on."

"What's going on?" Derek stepped up beside you, empty coffee mug in hand.

You rolled your eyes as you poured him a cup. "Nothing, just Pen getting overzealous per usual."

You smiled innocently at the glare your friend sent you before retreating back to your desk. It was only 1 p.m and you still had plenty to get done for the day.

Penelope and Derek loitered the coffee bar for another couple minutes before they dispersed, Derek returning to his desk beside yours.

"Baby girl is really on it today."

You snorted, not looking up from the current sheet you were filling out.

"You're telling me. I woke up this morning to 20 texts asking what I was going to wear today. She was worried she'd accidentally match again."

Morgan laughed, thinking back to the time you and Garcia had both come into work wearing the same sky blue dress. She loved you to death, but vowed it could never happen again.

You smiled softly, enjoying his laugh. It often made you laugh just hearing it. It was infectious, kind of like the man himself the more you thought about it.

"You doing anything exciting this weekend?"

"Don’t think so. If we actually get the days off I'll probably just sleep as long as humanly possible. Maybe try to cook. Rossi is not amused with my lack of progress in that department."

"You wanna go get Indian tonight?"

You perked up. "Yes please! I'll ask Spence if he wants to come, he didn't come last time and I really think he'd like the-"

"I don't want pretty boy to come," Derek interrupted.

You snapped your lips closed, raising an eyebrow. "Is this because of that prank phone call? Cause I'm sorry Der but that was hilarious and-"

"No Reid. Just us."

You furrowed your brows. Was he really still that pissed at Spencer for his dumb pranks? He always acted pissed but you thought he realized it was all for fun. Was there something else going on between the two of them?

He sighed. "You know, for a genius profiler you're pretty clueless."

"Hey! Who you calling clueless, clueless?"

He leaned forward over his desk, making direct eye contact and said, "I'm trying to ask you out on a date here."

Your mouth formed an o as the words sunk in.

A date. With Derek Morgan. Like a romantic date. With Derek. Date.

"Like a date? A date date?"

"You don't have to say yes if you don't want too, and I understand if you don't," he rambled on as you sat dumbfounded.

"Of course I want to go on a date with you. I just can't believe how fucking dumb I am."

He froze, searching your eyes for any tricks.

“Really?”

"I've been flirting with you for the past month, Der. I just can't believe you finally got the balls to ask me out and I was totally oblivious."

"Mama if you didn't think i was flirting back that entire time, you really are oblivious."

"Maybe I'm not, and you just need to step up your game. "

"Hey!" It was his turn to exclaim and you laughed.

"So Indian. Tonight. After work."

"It's a date."

[steviewashere]

We need to make Steve Harrington less like cardboard. I am going to ramble, please bear with me. Listen if you want.

He had weird jock habits before. Wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn, goes on a three mile jog, lifts weights in his bedroom. Eats his "normal" breakfast which is like crazy: like four eggs, six pieces of bacon, some raspberries, maybe carrots, a full glass of milk, black coffee, four pieces of toast. He's gotta keep his energy up, y'know. Goes to school with a huge fucking backpack, a gallon sized jug of water, he carries around all of his textbooks because it's like a mini workout for him. Sometimes in lulls of classes or between periods, you'll find him talking to his group of friends, but he's actively stretching/doing yoga—his friends don't even acknowledge it because it just always happens. He eats the exact same lunch everyday: rice, chicken, broccoli, a banana, and a milk from the school. (Dude would love milk. Trust.) He'll do like two more workouts in his day: once in gym, and then whatever sport practice he has (basketball in the winter, swim in the spring, maybe a bit of football/soccer and baseball right before summer hits).

His music taste isn't crazy eclectic, but it's still tasteful. He loves Queen, loves Bruce Springsteen, loves TOTO. He's into the radio hits rock (which is classic now), but his favorite song (so I've heard in relation to the show) is "Hammer To Fall" by Queen—a song that wasn't widely popular on the radio. Yeah, he also likes Elvis; can make a reference when he needs to. But he does enjoy music. And, sure, yeah—he does like pop music; maybe that does include Madonna. And—listen to me—my stepdad, a guy who loves punk and metal and shit like that, he loves Madonna and Wham and George Michael on his own; because that's what was on the radio, he even owned some of these artists albums; it's not that strange for somebody like Steve to also like these artists. Though, they may not be his immediate go-to.

He takes good care of himself; appearance wise. His hairspray is Farrah Fawcett, but it's a product he picked up most likely from his mother. He styles it on his own, right after he works out in the morning. He probably knows how to iron his clothes; considering he wears things like chinos and polos, those things need to look nice and crisp for the babes (and non-babes alike). I wouldn't be surprised if he has a signature scent—like maybe...Calvin Klein's Obsession? Considering his family's tax bracket (that house is insane), he'd probably use high-end salon level hair products. He's using name brand detergents on his clothes.

And, yeah, I'm not sure if he's still living with his parents post season 3, but I think it's safe to maybe assume so—I feel like his parents are more caring about their only son than we give them credit for; his mom seems like a caring mother, as evident with the call she shares with Karen Wheeler, it seems like she'd usually be somebody to know Steve's whereabouts, that sort of thing. His dad is probably the most strict of his parents and has high expectations that Steve fails to meet. Because the high expectations are high. And maybe Steve didn't care too much about school, maybe enough to pass and still make all the teams he wants, but not enough to get him a scholarship. And, honestly, he was probably not a top-tier athlete at Hawkins High; maybe great, but not pristine. Hence why he had to actually try to make it into college, his entry wasn't guaranteed. And when he got rejection letters, probably including rejections for scholarships, his parents most likely denied to pay for him to go through schooling. And if he really wanted to go, he'd have to take out loans or something.

He probably gets Sports Illustrated and Rolling Stone magazines in his mailbox. He smokes Marlboros, the high-end cigarette. He keeps his pantry stocked with name brand snacks; Pringles, for example. Probably tries to cater to those around him, as that's what he saw his parents do for guests. He's not a terribly selfish person at all, despite having douchebag attached to his name. He probably was very flippant about the way he cared about things, he laughed at bad jokes, and snarked his way through Hawkins High. He very rarely threatened violence—my guess, considering he's a shit fist fighter.

The way his parents' marriage is going probably affects his view on love, too. He wants something better than what his parents offer to each other. He wants a true love, fairytale sort of thing. Steve probably thinks that he'll sense some amount of clarity with whoever he gets along with. He's probably a big dreamer. Probably lonely. Wants six kids, a wide and sprawling family because then, at least, he'll have people to always take care of (to prove he is not his parents), and people who (hopefully) will always care about him. He wants a lot with whoever he falls in love with (Nancy or somebody else). But not a lot in material terms; he wants a lot of love, he wants warmth, he wants constant and sweet attention. He wants love. Not whatever bullshit his parents had; and he tries really hard to not be that bullshit, but knows he still fails anyway. He doesn't want quick things, despite constantly dating or hooking up, he wants something to last—though, nothing lasts. That's why he probably leans a lot on Robin, she has a sort of platonic love to him that he shares for her; that platonic love is probably the first time he felt like he had something to cling onto because it wasn't going to just leave or find fault. He didn't lose with Robin because they just got each other in a way he doesn't know how to replicate with anybody else.

With work, he's not sure what he wants. He wants something that keeps his interest, but nothing really has. He seems really in tune with sports, history, and literature—as there have been several attempts of his to make connections to these topics showcased on screen. (Although, admittedly, those references kind of fall short.) He doesn't enjoy work like Family Video, but he finds it easy enough that it becomes a mechanical, mundane task that he can complete without thought. I think, also, due to his interest in sports, he most likely has a vague interest in statistics or math—I think he's accidentally really good with math, but refuses to acknowledge that because he hated math in school. But he has a knack for it, no matter how hard he denies. He's probably also wicked good at working on cars. His Beemer has been through a lot and I think he doesn't trust anybody else to work on his car, so he learns to do it himself, and with the guidance of his dad.

Despite complaining about being the party's babysitter, he quite likes it. Likes being the nurturing older brother that he never had. I feel like he'd maybe get a little bit insecure about it from time to time, though. Maybe he'd feel like he's not doing enough for them to consider him that way. Maybe he'd feel like he's doing too much and forcing his way into their lives. I think, if Max's letter ever comes up again, he'd let those insecurities fall away—I truly feel like she considers him an older brother figure, a real one, a good one. I think he'd cry over it, honestly.

I think he does cry quite a bit. Just not around other people. So it seems like he's sort of constipated in his emotions. But, realistically, he doesn't allow himself that chance to crack until he's in the safety of his bedroom. Because, honestly, I feel like despite the "ugliness" to his oddball room, he finds a sort of sanctuary in it. That's where his things are. That's where his smell is. That's his safe space.

And on the topic of his room, I think he definitely helped pick out 90% of the stuff he has. His wallpaper and curtains match because he looked inside the catalog his mom presented to him one day, and he likes things to match—so that's what he picked. (His mom bit back a sigh and tried to keep her expression neutral. She thinks it was an awful pick, but whatever her baby wants.) His dad sometimes takes him on day trips, and once when he was a kid (maybe middle school age, maybe even as a freshman), they went into some interior decorating store or something and he saw the car picture and knew he had to have it, so his dad bought it. (It jumpstarted one of a few interests they share: Cars.) The bedding was his choice. The mattress and bed frame were not. Everything else in his room was his pick. The bowling pin came from a birthday party when he was a kid, he won it at the prize counter in the little arcade area of their local bowling alley.

He's friends with whoever will spare him the attention he craves. Whoever will laugh at his jokes. Whoever will agree with the stupid shit he wants to do. Whoever will chant as he shotguns another beer.

He drinks and smokes because of Tommy. Steve and his dad had a big argument or something before his dad left for some business conference. So Tommy says they should get into his dad's alcohol and find somebody to sell them cigarettes as a way to rebel. Steve thinks he's being soooo cool (he's being lame). Next thing he knows, he's got a cigarette craving and knows how to shotgun a beer a little too well.

The pocket knife he uses on the beer cans is a gift he got from his dad, probably. One that he received as a birthday present for his 15th or something. His dad probably said something stupid like, "Every man needs a good knife. Never know when you'll need one." It's got Steve's initials carved into it and everything. In hindsight, it's pretty cool and it's custom to him—it's one of the only significant and caring gifts his dad ever gave him.

He doesn't cook like amazingly, but well enough that he could survive living on his own in an apartment. He likes spaghetti bolognese. And macaroni and cheese. He knows how to make a fire meatloaf. Could probably perfect rice and chicken in a heartbeat. But he does sort of rotate the same meals over and over because he procrastinates learning new things sometimes.

He's not stupid, he just takes a little longer to process all the information he's given. And on top of that, he needs the opportunity to ask questions so he can fully understand. He only feels stupid when he's denied the chance. And denied the opportunity to explain or connect. (Connecting like you would when taking margin notes in an article—Cornell style if you know what I mean. Like maybe some of the text reminds you of something in your real life, so you understand the text better by making that connection. That's how Steve connects to things.) So, yeah, I think he's probably a little bruised whenever somebody—yes, even his close buddy Dustin—walks all over him and treats him like a child when it comes to things unknown to him; especially shit that's D&D or Upside Down related, he doesn't know what's happening, but he'd like to know.

Lastly, and then I'll stop talking in your face, I think he would have the most off-putting, morbid sense of humor after surviving the Upside Down. Like sometimes he makes too strong eye contact and makes some crazy fucked up joke at you and then you just shut down. Like it's hard for him to get laughter sometimes because he'll just say odd shit. And then eventually, when people are done being stunned around him, they're like nervous giggling. All the while thinking, "Jesus fucking Christ, Steve. What the hell." He still feels accomplished even when the laugh is barely a sound, he laughs the hardest at his own morbid jokes. Robin, Nancy, Eddie, and even Jonathan think he needs some serious therapy; clock's ticking, might be time to get on that.

But uhhh, yeah. Steve needs to be more than a stiff board of cardboard, we need to do him justice because the duffers sure as hell won't.

[brokendoor16]

Okay. So I just realised I haven't posted anything in a while and this has been in my head ALL DAY, so please enjoy my English-Lit-level analysis of why Too Sweet is the most Anthony J Crowley song ever to Anthony J Crowley!!

(What this means is that I'm about to analyse every single fucking lyric in excruciating detail, I apologise in advance)

HERE GOES!!

It can't be said I'm an early bird // it's 10 o'clock before I say a word- Starting off easy here. He slept through most of the 19th century, and can you IMAGINE what he'd be like in the mornings??

Baby, I can never tell // how do you sleep so well?- Bit of a stretch on this one since Aziraphale doesn't canonically sleep, but let's just say sleep is a metaphor. He's asking how Aziraphale can seem 'at peace' so easily, when he can never seem to find any sort of balance.

You keep tellin' me to live right // to go to bed before the daylight- Aziraphale has a very strict set of morals, some instilled in him by Heaven but also some of his own; it's one of the things Crowley loves about him, but it can also result in him coming off like he's telling people how to live their lives 'right'.

But then you wake up for the sunrise- Now THIS is an interesting one. Waking up at sunrise and going to bed in the daylight both result in a lack of sleep, but one is seen as a 'good' thing to do. Aziraphale is just as run-down and burnt-out as Crowley, but he's ignoring it because it's for the 'right' reasons.

You know, you don't gotta pretend- He knows what Aziraphale's doing, and he's saying that he doesn't need to hide behind his heavenly facade; he can be himself.

Baby, now and then // don't you just wanna wake up- So you could probably take this one two ways; either as the whole demonic-temptation idea, or as an invitation for something they do frequently: get drunk, sped time together, and ignore Heaven and Hell for a little while.

Dark as a lake // smelling like a bonfire // lost in a haze- Funnily enough, being 'dark' and 'smelling like a bonfire' are both things you could associate with Hell, or the Fall. You could hear this as Crowley asking 'don't you want to let go and have some fun?' or you could hear it as 'I know this is selfish, but don't you wanna Fall for me?'

If you're drunk on life, babe // I think it's great- He's acknowledging that all he really wants is for Aziraphale to be happy. If he lived by all his strict rules because that's what he wanted, or because he was 'drunk on life' enough not to NEED anything else, that would be great.

But while in this world- They're not gonna be on Earth forever, especially if you imagine it from the perspective of pre-Apocalypse Crowley, so they may as well make the most of the time they have left.

I think I'll take my whisky neat- Well, first up it's Crowley and we all KNOW he's got a drinking problem. But also, it's a way of saying 'I know you worry about me, but this is who I am, and I'm gonna do it anyway'

My coffee black and my bed at three- There's not much to analyse on this one. Six shots of espresso in a big cup, and partying till God-knows-what-time.

You're too sweet for me- oh my GOD, the things I could say about this line. Honestly, I just feel like Crowley is always worried about 'corrupting' Aziraphale, or not being good enough for him. He's 'Too Sweet' for Crowley, because he's never felt love as soft and sweet (the closest he's ever got was God, and She was quick to cast him out) and he's scared of breaking it.

I aim low // I aim true, and the ground's where I go- This bit's almost sarcastic, and a little self-deprecating; you can't aim lower than Hell, and by asking questions he sure hit his target.

I work late where I'm free from the phone- He works a little ahead of time to stay clear of Hell's reprimands, or 'phone calls'. Also, working 'late' could link to working in darkness, which he's been doing since he Fell.

And the job gets done // but you worry some, I know- Aziraphale is constantly worrying about the Arrangement; not for himself, but for what Hell will do to Crowley if they find out. Crowley constantly finds himself reassuring him that as long as 'the job gets done', he'll be fine.

But who wants to live forever, babe?- This part's almost ironic. Crowley doesn't WANT to live forever, but he will, and so he can afford to be a little reckless; to him, it doesn't matter either way.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate- Aziraphale is always so careful about everything he says, even to Crowley, needing to make sure he stays 'Heavenly'.

The rest of you like you're the TSA- Aziraphale is ALWAYS careful with everything, regulating everything by Heaven's rules and regulations on what he can and can't do (think the TSA do's and don't's).

I wish I could go along // babe, don't get me wrong- Despite spending most of the song (and his life) railing against Heaven's rules, part of him still wishes he'd been able to 'go along' with them.

You know you're bright as the morning // soft as the rain- It just shows that everything Aziraphale is is the exact opposite of Crowley (or at least, of his image). He's 'bright' and 'soft', two things you'd never find in Hell, and Crowley doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Pretty as a vine // as sweet as a grape- He (Aziraphale) may be 'pretty' and 'sweet', but there's something else about him. Vines and grapes turn into wine, which Crowley is already addicted to; he's scared of becoming addicted to Aziraphale's sweetness.

If you can sit in a barrel- Obviously, grapes left in a barrel ferment into wine; he's awaiting the day Aziraphale gains just enough bitterness to go against Heaven. However, wine is considerably sweeter than Crowley's aforementioned whisky, so although he wants him to see Heaven the way he does, he prioritises keeping his sweetness rather than becoming fully bitter- he may be 'too sweet', but that's what Crowley loves about him.

Maybe I'll wait // until that day- This part's almost funny from Crowley's perspective, because there's no 'maybe' about it. He'd wait eternity to be allowed to love Aziraphale.

SO. There we go. If you actually read this far, tysm and I am SO SO SORRY, but hope you enjoyed my ridiculously long and mental-gymnastics-y analysis (I will not be rereading this or I won't end up posting it, so sorry about any mistake)

Have the best day ❤️❤️

[akeiwrites]

strawberry shortcake

featuring: tsukishima kei from haikyuu!!

cw: female!reader, housemates, college au, slow burn

wc: 1k

–

ah, what a long day.

you wave at your classmates as they bid goodbye, telling you that they'll be taking their leave now, in which you replied with ‘thanks for today’ and ‘take care’.

after your classes at the university today by 5PM, you couldn't go home immediately because of a group paper assigned just a while ago by a strict professor and it needs to be submitted tomorrow morning already.

so you really had no choice.

and your group was supposed to work on it at the university library. but having to think that you all would starve in the process, it was decided by all of you to be at a local café instead.

now, you and your groupmates managed to get it done before eight o'clock in the evening. you were indeed thankful it ended not too late, and you know it's because of having to be aligned with them—responsible students like you yourself.

a yawn escaped your lips—causing your eyes to water—just after you ended putting back your things inside your bag, only leaving your phone on the table.

then you remember sending a message to your housemate about being home late today, telling him not to bother cooking you a share of dinner.

you picked up your phone and opened two unread messages from him which were sent two hours ago. it was an ‘alright, do your best.’ and a ‘take care on your way home.’ after.

a ghost of a smile was unmistakably felt on your lips. you cleared your throat and placed your phone back at the table.

i'll get going now, then.

when you got up on your chair, a café attendant also went to your table to clean up. she gave her thanks and told you to come back again in which you replied with a nod and a smile.

going down the stairs, you already made up your mind to walk straight towards the exit—not until your eyes glanced at the counter, and a certain dessert caught your attention.

“i'm home…” you announced in a low voice soon enough as you noticed the dim lights from the living room by the entryway while placing your shoes on the rack.

you silently made your way inside the apartment, a new sight greeting you. you stopped your tracks to double check the situation.

tsukishima kei is peacefully asleep in his pullover and black shorts. however, he was in a sitting position. his arms are crossed, resting on top of his knees close to his chest. he still had his glasses on and his lips rested on his wrist.

your eyes traveled to his surroundings where you saw books, a notebook, and a pen on the coffee table. was he studying here? but why, though? it was unusual since you were pretty sure he had a study area in his room in the first place.

don't tell me… no. you clearly dismissed the idea.

why would he wait for me? you thought.

you walked towards where he was, put down your things on the couch just right behind his figure, and kneeled beside him. doing so, you now have a closer look on his sleeping face.

he looked like he had dozed off for a while, maybe at least twenty minutes or so. he also looked serene, but i'm just as sure his sleeping position would give him body cramps after.

so it was obvious you needed to wake him up.

you closed the distance between the two of you a bit. as you were about to reach out for his arm, your peripheral vision landed on the coffee table—the light from a phone screen taking away your attention.

out of curiosity, you give in and divert your gaze. your eyebrows furrowed as you realize your conversation in the messages app is open.

but why, though? was he expecting a reply?

your eyes stared a bit more, until it wandered to the upper part of the screen where you saw the contact name written. it was just an emoji but it profusely had your face heat up as you realized.

strawberry shortcake.

you inhaled as you felt the fasting thump of your chest. turning your gaze away from the table made your eyes back on the sleeping blonde guy which had you startled how close your faces were.

goodness, you were confused, yes. and it was accompanied by rosy cheeks and a fast heartbeat.

you cleared your throat and tried your best to calm your rattled insides. exhaling one last time, a shaky hand of yours reached out to the hem of your housemate's pullover cuffs.

“kei…” you called in a calm manner. “wake up…”

of course, as expected, it wasn't effective enough. so you proceeded to shake his forearm a bit, carefully calling him by his name again.

“what are you doing here?” you asked when he already moved and started waking up. “you always study in your room,” you point out.

“i was waiting for you…” the sound of his voice was groggy and hoarse from sleeping, and it was noticeable how his thoughts were still hazy.

why would tsukishima kei wait for me? you then thought for the second time.

and as you expected to be a panic mess, you surprisingly weren't. instead, a chuckle escapes your lips seeing the adorable face tsukishima kei is unconsciously making right now.

his eyelids are threatening to close from time to time, making you purse out your lips to prevent yourself from smiling further.

knowing that he won't be back to sleep despite his actions, you slowly got up on your feet. yet before you go to your own room, you got a hold of the dessert you bought from the café a while ago.

the sliced strawberry shortcake you brought home for tsukishima kei was placed in a cake slice clear container with a cute disposable fork.

without a word, you placed the cake just beside his still lit phone screen. then you took your bag and went to your room.

you didn't hear a single syllable from him even after you were done with your night routine, preparing to sleep. and before you drift off to dreamland, you purposely sent him a message.

from: 🍰

goodnight :) 🍰

what you didn't know was when tsukishima kei is slowly eating the strawberry shortcake you gave him, he received your latest message that made him realize that you possibly saw your contact name he set on his phone.

–

[hbnjhgv]

What subject AOT vets would teach

(Erwin, Levi, Hange, Miche, Pixis, Hannes, Nile)

Erwin: He teaches English and AP Government. He has first, second, and third period English and teaches fourth period AP Gov. He also wears a tie to school every day and does Sudoku or cross words during class and passing periods. Has the lunch ladies put his lunch in the fridge since it's colder than the mini fridge he has in his classroom, and everyone says hi to him or talks to him on his way back to class. Watch the history channel after school and during lunch.

Levi: Slightly strict History teacher that everyone loves. If you ask him a stupid question, he'll respond with, “I'm not answering useless questions.” Doesn't hesitate to send people to the principal, but never really gives detention because he doesn't want to stay after school with a bunch of teenagers in his classroom. But if you ask him for help or tell him you don't understand something, he will stay after school to help you understand the work. Has the best test scores in the school.

Hange: Biology teacher that somehow still has a job. They've had so many accidents during experiments that they have a helper teacher (Moblit) in their classroom to keep them from blowing up the school. Yes. They do experiments that could cause explosions. In a biology class. Don't ask. Has an entire snack drawer, microwave, coffee machine, and kettle of water with hot chocolate packets in a basket next to it, in their classroom. Is seen as the 'cool teacher' and always has people sitting in their classroom during lunch.

Miche: Super cool math teacher whose class students always request to switch into. Teaching style makes it super easy for everyone to understand and is super nice. He also gives great advice and when girls spray themselves in body mist before class ends, he doesn't get upset. When grading tests, he writes little notes like 'your shoes were cool that day' or 'I liked your shirt that day' Also has the best test scores and grades out of all the math teachers.

Pixis: Law teacher who uses his own charges as what not to do. Also gets a lot of parking/ speeding tickets and complains about how cops are dicks. Never gives a grade below a C- because "at least you tried” Has something called 'movie Thursday and Friday' where at the end of class on Wednesdays everyone votes for a movie then the last half of class on Thursday and all class Friday (sometimes all of Thursday and Friday depending on the movie length) he puts of a movie for everyone to watch.

Hannes: "Teaches" Statistics, but he actually just uses it as a free period and everyone passes his class. Since he's good friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin's parents, the three of them hang out in his classroom the period before lunch since their teacher lets them out like half an hour early so she can go on her own lunch break early. His entire chalk board is covered in drawings, and for some reason has a fridge with every juice you can think of. (He says it helps with hangovers)

Nile: Finance teacher. Strict grader and gets asked about Erwin since people know that they went to high school together. He may be a strict grader and give a lot of homework, but his tests and pop quizzes are a piece of cake. Has a box of saltine crackers on his desk for some reason and always has Werther's Originals with him where ever he goes. Has the WORST coffee breath and only drinks one cup of black coffee all day.

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Soooo

This is Inizio Luukyan, the third ex-boyfriend of Dahlia Rosenheim. I'm not very good in drawing slick back hairstyles, so I will improve it soon. After all, this is just a rough sketch.

Anyway, I'll just drop some facts about him.

Inizio works as a surgeon in Pavlovskaya Hospital in his home country, Russia. He is one of the surgical supervisors in the workplace.

He wears glasses because he is nearsighted. This is from the genes of his mother's family.

Dahlia was twenty-one years old (21) when she began dating with Inizio. The surgeon was at the age of twenty-six (26). Since they dated for three years, Dahlia was twenty-four (24) and he was twenty-nine (29).

Inizio's personality is brooding, moderately strict, and well-mannered. But when it comes to dating, Inizio is a real gentleman.

Just like most Russians, he does not smile in public often. With Dahlia, however, he can give out subtle beams.

His voice is described to be husky, but when he speaks Russian, it is added to be quite aggressive.

Inizio loves wearing black sweaters with turtlenecks. He says it feels very comfortable for him.

Probably like many Russians, he loves eating ice cream in the cold temperatures. Similar to Dahlia (a Filipino) who loves drinking coffee in hot temperatures.

Inizio's hobbies are crocheting, cooking and reading. He also has decent drawing skills from his job as a doctor.

Inizio's height is 6'4" (193 cm). He is tallest ex-boyfriend Dahlia dated.

Okay, that's all from this man, bye :D

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Okay, so - I have an intense urge to explain my little concept AU with Grumpy Devon and Sunshine Jake. How will I do that?

By using Hozier's "Too Sweet" but in the female's perspective. (This is stuff I've gathered online and stuff I think would fit Jake's perspective)

NOW. ONWARD.

"I'm really picky about who I date/My body's scared, let's keep it that way." Jake being pretty strict on what it takes to access him since this is probably the only thing he can have true control over. Everything he's like has already been taken away or tainted, his body and mind are the only few "pure" things about him that he wants to stick.

"I wish I could go along, but you came off way to strong." Do not get me wrong, Jake is in fact in love with Devon. This man is head-over-heels, weak in the knees, kicking and screaming into a pillow kind of in love. However, he is worried that Devon's "bitter nature" will affect the relationship because Devon doesn't think he's worthy of good things and he perceives Jake as something good that comes once in a lifetime. Also, Devon can come off as rude or unfeeling or even like a fucking asshole sometimes, hence the "way too strong."

"You know you're tough as the ocean, bold as a storm, pretty like a bonfire, hands too rough to hold." This is Jake describing almost everything he knows and likes about Devon. He likes that he's tough and doesn't take bullshit, he likes that he's bold and will say what's on his mind, he likes - no, LOVES that Devon is pretty like a bonfire. Pretty far away, beautiful up close and pulling you in but will burn you if you make the wrong move, and Devon's hands being rough is also something to like. From experience, rough hands are stimulating to run your fingers up and down and trace. ESPECIALLY if you already have soft hands.

"I do love a sweet whiskey, but I hate it straight and cold. Baby, don't mold.." This implies that Jake likes the same things Devon does - room temperature whiskey or hard liquor, and hating when it's cold the difference is Jake prefers it sweet. Or more over, he prefers it bittersweet. And "mold" implies transformation or change, and he's saying "Don't change for me."

"I'd rather take my liquor sweet. Your coffee black, I put 6 sugars in my tea. But these things are best bittersweet, wouldn't you agree?" This is self explanatory. Jake likes sweet things because it's what seperates him from his uncle and father, who drink hard ass, bitter ass alcohol. And Jake's saying that alcohol, or them, are better bittersweet. It's almost like a discreet love confession and Devon's answer will imply if he and Jake ever have a chance at being in a relationship.

In other words, your honor, they make me severely mentally ill.

SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW RN, OMFG

I LOVE ALL OF THIS WTF

[pretentious-blonde]

Hello hello! I'm here for the Attack On Titan matchup :) You can post publicly, but please keep my info private and tag @vai3-writes

First off, I'm a she/her female, and I would prefer a male match, preferably not Zeke, Jean or Floch.

I'm an Aries sun, Leo moon, and Gemini rising, my MBTI type is ENTJ, while my enneagram type is 8w7.

I'm 168cm-ish tall and have an athletic/curvy build. My style is mostly "clean girl" or streetwear, but I also enjoy wearing dresses and skirts. I'm a gold girl and I like, by others described as "overly sweet" perfumes.  My most worn colors are white for tops and grey for bottoms. I'm a brunette and my hair reaches my upper thigh.

Personality-wise, I'm extroverted and loud, but not obnoxiously so. I'm very loyal to my friends and family and willing to do everything to protect them. But there is only a very small number of people I've trusted fully throughout my life. If people betray my trust, even if they apologize I will forever be somewhat "wary" and distant from them. I am very opinionated and like to discuss/debate many different topics like politics or religion. I enjoy talking in general, but I also love listening to people talk about their interests. I'd describe myself as a very fun and open-minded person, but I have some strict values, rules, and morals for myself that I am not willing to breach, no matter what. I'd say that I balance acting based on emotion or logic. I enjoy helping people out and leading them, but one thing I despise is being ordered around. I am also a person, that would much rather do a whole project by myself than have to hand in something I'm not 100% proud of, things like my academic achievements are incredibly important to me. My humor is mostly composed of sarcasm, exaggerations, banter, and joking bullying of my friends (only if reciprocate it). I'm overall very respectful of people I meet for the first time, but I build opinions on people very quickly. And while I like making people happy I would only very rarely put someone's (if not super close to me) needs above mine.

I am confrontational and find justice very important, I don't start arguments often, but when I hear someone say something that goes against my beliefs directly to me, I will most likely argue with said person. During arguments, I tend to get loud and somewhat agitated when people decide to ignore facts. I enjoy being around my friends, but I need alone time to function properly. When I dislike someone or don't understand someone's behavior, I like to analyze it and discuss it with somebody. I can't handle people without common sense or people who act obnoxious, stupid, condescending, fake, or arrogant. 

A negative trait for me would be that I sometimes have a sense of superiority over others, not in an arrogant way but more off in an "I know better than you", which I show by doing, as I already said, stuff like group work by myself. I have also been told by people that they've been intimidated to talk to me at first, and thoughts I’d be “bitchy” before actually talking to me.

My Love Languages are mostly quality time and gift-giving. As for date activities, I like going to small restaurants/cafes, hiking, gaming, exploring new cities, riding bikes, going out on walks, going to concerts,  trying DIY's together, karaoke, or (ceramic) painting.

My Hobbies include playing piano, gaming, doing my makeup, reading, painting, running, dancing, listening to music, buying books and reading them a year later, baking, and since recently also writing. 

My Likes include going to concerts, cleaning and reorganizing my space, cats, dressing up, iced matcha latte/iced coffee, the color pink, Black Butler, watching Horror Movies with friends, watermelon, strawberry, and mango, trying new things (experiences/games/foods..), philosophical discussions, the feeling of crisp, new linen, genshin impact, cod, dbd, valo, assassins creed and resident evil, history esp. Salem Witch Trials, Nordic mythology, Regency, the Victorian Era and Medieval times, True crime podcasts/books, my nerdy friends ranting about their interests, classical authors like Dostoevsky or Jane Austen, plushies, getting manicures, and redecorating my room.

My Music taste is very mixed I listen/listened to pretty much anything at some point in time, but my most streamed artists as of late include Nicki Minaj, Lana del Rey, Alec Benjamin, Sexy Red, and Apache 207.

My Dislikes include people who are book smart but lack common sense, condescending and arrogant people, people who treat others like children, impatient people, people who don't give their best and then complain,  people who tell me others that they just got "lucky" when spoken to about someone's achievements, people who value strength over intelligence, people who when gossiping just insult someone's looks and not their behavior, drunk/rowdy people, insects that are not spiders or moths, high humidity, greasy hair, small spaces (where you can feel every wall touching you), following rules even if it hinders you, controlling people, pessimistic people, delusional people, when people instantly think that they know better than me and unnecessarily rude people.

Fun facts about me are that I speak 3 languages fluently, Russian, German, and English. I'm currently studying French and trying to improve my Arabic. I have a really good memory, I'm hypermobile and can bend many of my joints very weirdly. I did ballet for 10 years and judo for 2. I'm fairly good at everything I try, I know the full lyrics to a lot of songs even if I haven't listened to them since forever, I want to have a home library someday, whenever I count I automatically switch to Russian, I have a tea collection and I'm a night owl.

Thank you for reading and I apologize for any mistakes, xx

You sound like such a sweetheart, I hope you like it!

I think Armin Arlert would work so well with you! Armin’s thoughtful and kind nature complements your confident, loyal, and extroverted personality. The two of you would be a mix of strength and sensitivity and would be honestly adorable, kind of like an opposites attract kind of thing, in certain ways. Armin is known for his intelligence, curiosity, and a kind heart that often guides his decisions. He would be completely captivated by your strong personality, confident demeanour, and your unwavering loyalty to those you care about. It is something he deeply admires and is sometimes a tad jealous of your confidence! He admires people who have a strong sense of justice, and moral compass, and he would find your willingness to stand up for what you believe in inspiring. He would also appreciate your ability to balance logic and emotion, as it aligns with his thoughtful and introspective nature.

Your shared love for deep, meaningful conversations would lead to endless hours of discussion! Armin would love to listen to your opinions and debates, especially on topics like history, philosophy, and morality. He’s someone who enjoys understanding different perspectives, and he would be fascinated by your well-articulated arguments and passionate stances. In return, he’d share his insights and theories, never making you feel undervalued if you need to ask some more questions. Honestly, he loves exploring them with you! I could so imagine you two roaming around new cities and finding various hidden gems. He would be thrilled to do this with you, hand in hand, as you both discover quaint cafes, hidden bookstores, and local museums. With your adventurous spirit and his curiosity, every outing would feel like a new adventure! Armin would especially enjoy visiting historical sites with you, where you both could immerse yourselves in stories of the past, discuss historical events, and share your love for Nordic mythology, the Victorian era, and other historical periods that fascinate you both. Your face lighting up as you do this just makes it so much better too. 

One of his favourite things is to just spend time alone with you in a cosy corner of a library, surrounded by towering shelves filled with books. He would love to sit next to you, each of you engrossed in your own reading but occasionally sharing passages that you find interesting. He would admire your dedication to academic achievements and your love for classical authors like Dostoevsky and Jane Austen. Together, you basically create a mini book club. He is always down for any DIY projects you suddenly come up with. Being a gentle soul who would find joy in simple, creative activities that allow for meaningful interaction is his idea of bliss. He’d love to join you in trying out DIY or ceramic painting. Picture the two of you at a small pottery studio, laughing as you paint your mugs or bowls, teasing each other about your artistic skills (or lack thereof!). These little moments of creativity and light-hearted banter would bring you closer together!

Armin has a poetic soul and loves to think about the universe and life’s deeper questions. He would adore a night spent stargazing with you, lying on a blanket under the open sky, as you both share your thoughts, dreams, and fears. Your love for philosophical discussions would shine here, and Armin would listen intently as you talk about your beliefs. These quiet, intimate moments would strengthen your emotional connection and allow you both to understand each other so much better. With your mixed taste in music and love for concerts, Armin would be excited to experience live music with you. He might be a bit shy at first, but your enthusiasm would be infectious! Soon he’d find himself dancing along with you, enjoying every beat and honestly? It feels so good to just let you in your presence.

Your two personalities would do so well together due to the balance they would bring (as I said earlier!) Armin’s gentle and understanding nature would balance your strong-willed and sometimes confrontational side. He would never try to control you or order you around, respecting your need for independence and your desire to lead rather than follow. Instead, he would support you in your endeavours, always there to offer a thoughtful perspective or a kind word when you need it. He is truly just happy you hold his opinion in such high regard. He would also admire your sense of humour, even your sarcastic and teasing side. He’d be quick to laugh along with you, appreciating your wit and cleverness. He might not be the best at sarcasm himself, but he’d enjoy trying to match your playful banter, finding joy in the way you keep him on his toes. 

In moments when you need alone time, Armin would understand completely. He’s someone who values quiet reflection himself, so he’d never take it personally when you need some space. Instead, he’d be waiting patiently for you, ready to welcome you back with open arms when you’re ready to spend time together again. He always has some kind of sixth sense when you need one of these moments too, always able to read you like a book! Armin is incredibly thoughtful and attentive, always looking for ways to make you feel loved and appreciated. He’d remember the little things, like your favourite “overly sweet” perfume or the fact that you switch to Russian when you count. He’d surprise you with small gifts that show how much he pays attention—maybe a new book for your future home library, a plushie that reminded him of you, or even a gold accessory that complements your style. He’d also take note of your likes and dislikes, making sure to create an environment where you feel comfortable and happy. He’d avoid places with high humidity or small, cramped spaces, and instead, plan dates that align with your interests and comfort zones. Armin’s thoughtfulness would shine through in every aspect of your relationship, making you feel cherished and understood. God, he is such a sweetheart when it comes to you!

[sparklinpixiedust]

Coffee

A/N: charmcaster x ken, basically how they met. Not proof read, sorry for any grammatical errors.

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" WHY...WON'T ....YOU...WORK ...YOU ...LITTLE" The silver haired witch screamed as she repeatedly kicked the coffee machine at the end of the long hallway.

All she wanted was a nice cup of joe before heading up to her room to start grading the papers her half- brained students had turned in. Unfortunately fate had other plans for her , plans that frustrated her to no end.

Not to mention Freidkin's strict rules on the use of magic on the coffee machine, not after the 'incident' last semester , she couldn't even use a spell to fix whatever on earth was wrong with the appliance.

"uh excuse me , um would you like some help?"

"Well unless you're some coffee machine fixing genius, no thank you!" she snapped , still fixated on the metallic object.

Why did this place have only one of these though? It makes no sense!

" No but I am a major in mechanical engineering, I guess I could have a look " the man voiced again, hoping he could be of some help.

Charmcaster turned to look at the voice this time, only to come face to face with the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. He stood there leaning against a pillar with his hands in is navy blue jeans, his black t shirt making his deep red hair look bright.

Her breath got caught in her throat , the butterflies swarmed in her stomach as she tried to get the words out.

" well then, fine I guess, take a whirl at it red" she said finally, rolling her eyes for an added 'whatever' effect, trying to play it cool. The boy didn't need to know he had affected her now did he.

He gave her a small smile as he walked past her to the machine, pulling it forward and inspecting the mechanics of it.

" I didnt know this place offered a course in engineering" she began , trying to make small talk to pass the time. And also to get to know him, for she was sure she hadn't seen him around before. If she had, she definitely would've remembered.

" Actually I don't go here, but my little sister does. Just here today to drop off some things for her."

" oh I see"

She couldn't feel any mana on him, he was a human through and through. There were quite a few non magic humans here studying history and other magic related degrees that didn't require the actual use of mana, perhaps his sister was one of them.

She went silent for a bit , trying to come up with something to say. It dawned on her that for the first time , she had nothing. She's had crushes before, dated a little bit too. However it seemed like for the first time someone had actually made her mind go blank.

"what about you , do you go here?" he asked shattering the peircing silence.

" Not really, I'm actually a professor here, since the last 6 months"

The redhead looked at her wide eyed, " you're a professor? No way. Wow you must be really smart to have become a college professor at such a young age"

She felt her cheeks redden. She was pretty skilled for someone her age , though this was the first time anyone had ever really told her that. It felt.... nice.

" So why'd you want to become a professor?" he continued on as he crouched down to better look at the wirings.

She leaned back on the stone pillar, recalling what led her to do this job.

" Well I was ruler of this place, it's called Ledgerdomain, it's..It's this place of magic. Anyway I was bored and on my occasional trips to earth I came across an opening for the position. So I thought I'd give it a try. "

And so far the job despite it's shortcomings , wasn't half bad. She would even go as far to say she enjoyed it, especially when it came to passive aggressively torturing her favorite little redhead. She smiled thinking back to when she handed over an A- on her end of semester last year, watching her face fall.

He got up from his position and turned to her, " So you're basically a queen too? Man you're so cool."

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she smiled at him, " yeah I guess I am"

Now it was time for the butterflies in his stomach to take flight.

" so um ," He said sheepishly as he ran his fingers through his hair , " the machine's fuse isn't working right."

Technically the fuse was fine, the machine just needed a quick reboot. He knew that, she didn't need to.

" Oh I see. I was really looking forward to that coffee though, I have a long day ahead of me of grading papers. "

The boy's eyes lit up , a thought occurring through his head.

" hey you know there's a cafe off campus that sells amazing coffee. it's only a 15 minute drive from here if you're interested" He asked, secretly hoping she'd say yes.

The witch smiled. " I'd love that "

The boy gleamed, " after you m'lady"

She giggled as she began to walk with him. Was this sort of a date? They both hoped it was.

" it's Ken by the way " he said.

" I'm Hope"

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[chardonnavs]

( lesley-ann brandt, forty-two, cis woman, she/her ) ☼ i know it’s a small town, but i run into CORINA TULSI every time i go to THE SECRET WOODS. it’s like they practically live there and not THE TIDAL POOLS for TEN YEARS. it must be because they’re EXPRESSIVE and BOSSY. come to think of it, that’s probably why they’re a TRAVELLING FISHERMAN too. but i did hear they want to CATCH THE LEGENDARY CRIMSONFISH, and sometimes they like to WHITTLE LITTLE ANIMALS. rumor has it they also like SEAFOAM PUDDING but dislike TRUFFLES. what do you think?

hellaur it's me (: this is corina. she calls herself a pirate, but she's actually like the biggest rule follower to ever follow rules. nautical lawyer? i barely know her!

!! war mention !! throwing up mention !!

corina grew up in the gotoro empire. like kent, her dad enlisted in the war and had been away for most of corina's life. when people ask her about her father, all she remembers is the smell of black coffee and the feeling of a 5 o'clock shadow against her cheek.

corina's mother was a strong woman. but as strong as she was, she was also gentle. corina's mother had a best friend who also had a kid. she treated that kid as if they were her own. if it weren't for the fact that they looked nothing alike, corina and [name here, idk possible future connection, i'm thinking 23842398 steps ahead bro] would have looked like siblings.

corina always felt stifled. she was just too big for her britches. she knew that there was more to life beyond the gem sea. the gotoro empire had siphoned the vibrancy and life out of her hometown, and corina desperately needed more. that being said, she never pushed the boundaries of the life she had. she was loudly obnoxious, but quietly obedient. she would make a mess in the kitchen and storm off when she got scolded. hours later, once her mom was back asleep, she would sneak back downstairs to clean it all up.

as soon as she turned 18, she joined the crew of a merchant ship. unfortunately, the merchant ship followed the strict maritime boundaries of the gotoro empire. as mentioned before, corina thirsted for life beyond the gem sea. since then she's worked odd jobs along the docks, her favorite being a crewmember to fishing boats. she liked those suckers.

eventually, she finally crossed a line when she was 25. corina found a merchant who smuggled goods to the ferngill republic, and she negotiated her way onto the ship. she left her mom a note with instructions on how to find her savings (it was a piggy bank. that's all.), and she left her best friend a locket that corina had haggled for on one of the many merchant ships. corina sailed across the gem sea and found herself in the ferngill republic for the first time ever in her life.

she was so anxious about leaving the empire that she threw up multiple times on the trip despite being sea-ready. this anxiety lives with her and she hasn't gone back to the gotoro empire since.

now, she's a traveling fisherman who ports in towns that have access to joja mart as well as became known as traveling merchant hubs. joja mart just made her life so easy. argue with ya mama.

she's soooo pirate-presenting. she's confident and brave. she WILL defend herself in a bar fight, but she'll never start one. she lives on her boat by the tidal pools whenever she's in town, and she's not shy about inviting consenting adults back to rock the boat with her.

she likes to pretend that she understands what the ocean says. sorry to steal any other sea hag thunder. she's just pretending though. she's not a real sea hag. she just thinks it's funny.

she's in town right now because the fish weren't biting and she got bored. perfect timing for the flower dance <3

[xxmyhomexx]

SONG OF THE CRIMSON NILE: Self Worth

This is another post about Amen and Eva. However, because Anubis is confirmed to be a LI, this game is making it hard for me to stay loyal! Anyway, this is a modern AU. It is also intended for older readers! It is a long one.

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The office was a hustling, bustling space of employees coming in and out, talking on their phones and saying goodbyes for the weekend. That was what Amen's publishing house was about: getting written novels published, making authors successful while also reflecting on the true self. That is why people were happy: he was a good boss.

Even though he ruled his company with an iron fist, and was very strict and intimidating with his employees, Amen spared no one a good night. And as his personal assistant, Eva was one of them. She was gathering her things out of her office next to Amen's, and walked right passed him. She was about to wish him goodnight until she saw the scene before her.

Amen was in his chair in his glass domain, laughing with Theone, another employee. She was sitting on his desk, a little too close for comfort. She glared at them, heart racing with a surge of jealousy. She knew they were just professional, but it still hurt to see another woman so close to him.

"Eva," Agnia greeted her. "Going home now?"

She waved her dark curls out of her face. "Yes. I just want to say goodbye to Amen, but..."

Agnia peaked inside and saw Theone laughing with him. She nodded and smiled at Eva. "You know Theone's with Livius, right?"

"Yes," Eva sighed. "I just...I don't know, Agnia. It isn't like he's going to be mine, since we're complete opposites."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at me," Eva gestured to the black dress and heels she wore. They were a nice set, but compared to the others who wore wardrobes out of magazines, she felt out of place.

"Amen owns a three-garage house, and I live with my best friend. He wears suits that he has tailored, I like shopping at thrift stores. He's from a loving family, and my parents were abusive until Isman's family adopted me."

"Eva!" Agnia shook her head, surprised. "You're wrong about yourself."

"I'm also his PA. I'm a step below his pay grade, Ag. I'm..." Eva sighed. "He deserves someone who can give him a lot."

"Oh, Evthys," Agnia squeezed her shoulder. "Amen doesn't care about any of that. If you knew him, he'd be very disappointed in the way you talk about yourself."

"It's ok," Eva assured her. "I'm not sad about myself, Agnia. Just...just trying to keep it in my dreams."

She smiled and wished her a good evening, stepping away from the office and disappearing down the stairs. Agnia sighed and turned back to the office, noticing Amen's gaze. His eyes were narrowed into slits, and what they didn't know was his door was half-open, meaning he heard every word.

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"Finally! This place is all mine...until next Saturday."

That evening, Eva lounged on the couch of her and Isman's two bedroom apartment. She called her friend earlier to see if he and Dia made it to the airport. The couple were flying to France for a seven-day vacation, and she couldn't be more than happy. That meant she had the whole place to herself, and she was enjoying every minute.

She was busy lounging on the sofa, reading a book when she heard a soft knock from the front door. It was seven, and she had no plans. Ramesses invited her out to dinner with his friends, but she declined for a night in. Still, who could it be? She sat the book down on the coffee table and shuffled toward the door, unlocking it to a familiar face. Amen stood there with his arms crossed over the purple collared shirt fitted to his muscles.

"Evthys," his deep voice made blood rush to her ears.

"A-Amen," she stammered. "Hello. How can I help you?"

"Are you busy right now?"

Amen took a peak inside her living space. The place wasn't too small, in fact quite spacious. She kept it clean, and the colors were muted but lively. Eva shook her head, inviting him into her home. She watched his towering frame enter the apartment, those black pants and boots showing off everything she wanted in him.

He was huge in muscle, but he was all natural. She blushed at the way his legs moved toward the sofa, the cushions hissing as he sat down.

"Would you care for a drink?" Eva walked toward the kitchen.

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

After gulping down a glass of water to calm her nerves, she made her way back to the living room. She forced a smile, and sat down one cushion away next to him.

"What brings you here?" She asked.

"I was driving in the neighborhood, and I saw your Beetle out in the parking lot. I wanted to stop in and check on you...after today."

"Oh, you didn't have to," Eva smiled thankfully. "I'm fine. I was a bit overwhelmed, but I have the weekend to recharge."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Thump, thump, thump. Eva's heart started to race. There was no way he could be talking about the conversation she had with Agnia earlier, just no way! Gulping, she tugged the collar of her shirt.

"How could you say you're not worth everything you have, neferut?"

Oh shit, he DID hear them! Eva's smile faded, her mouth becoming dry. She tried to say something until Amen shifted toward her. He was so imposing, she froze.

"Amen, I know it seems bad, but I was just--"

"Just what? Because I want to know why one of my employees aren't happy with themselves, especially you."

Her eyes narrowed, and she became angry. How dare he assume something about her? They might have shared a few special nights together, but they were with no strings. What she said was the truth!

"I don't have to justify myself!" She shot up from the couch, catching him off guard.

"What we shared was only physical! There was NOTHING between us, ok? It was just that! No strings attached!"

Tears welled in her eyes as she continued to tear into him.

"You don't understand! I'm not..." her voice grew hoarse, and she had no more strength. "I'm not..."

Her head hung low as she stared at the ground, her face streaked with wetness. Amen got up from the couch, observing her. She still looked beautiful, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders in waves, her work wardrobe replaced with a one-shoulder top and comfortable shorts. He didn't buy for one minute what they shared was physical, he saw and heard it in her voice.

"Evthys..."

"No," Eva sniffed. "I-I'm..."

"Enough!"

She looked at him through sheened eyes. In one minute, he gathered her in his arms, and she froze. One hand slid down toward her back, the other firmly around her shoulders. He'd always been gentle with her, even though he was hard as a boulder. When he pulled back slightly, her brows frown together, and her lower lip was pulled between her teeth. Her soaked cheeks have dried, but they lost their softness from her tears.

"You mean more to me than you possibly could know."

Eva blinked. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers, gently soaking her in his aroma. Amen's kiss was the spark that ignited fireworks, and she kissed him back. His lips are full, gentle and inviting. He pulled away seconds later, his forehead against hers.

"Be mine, Evthys."

Be mine. Those two words, something she thought she'd never hear. Her breath hitched as he pressed his nose against her cheek, inhaling the natural scent of her womanhood. Gulping down her emotions, she nodded.

"I'm yours, Amen."

No more hiding through feelings of unworthiness. She had someone here, someone who saw her for her, as did her close loved ones. She wanted this, for herself and him. She wanted this man, she wanted to feel worthy, and this time, she did. Amen's breath was hot on her lips, and a small smile graced his.

"Say it again."

"I'm yours," she smiled fully. "I want to be together."

That was it. He couldn't hold back, and he wouldn't. He kissed her once more, this time more passionate. Eva pulled her head back, moving her hair to the side exposing the column of her neck. Amen broke free from their kiss, trailing his lips along her jawline, stopping at the crook of her neck. He sucked and nipped, gliding his tongue along the sensitive skin.

"Oh..." Eva gasped, reveling in this sensation. Soon, Amen left marks as purple as his shirt. Pulling back, he smiled, trailing one finger from her neck down to the region between her heaving breasts.

"I plan on making more...where's your friend?"

"In France," her voice was hoarse. "On vacation."

"Perfect."

He took her hand, leading her down the hall toward her bedroom. It was the master room, with a queen sized bed, a bookshelf containing her favorite novels, and a desk with a computer's screen lit on the Home page. Amen smirked as Eva closed the door behind them, backing her against the wall, milky blue eyes clouded with desire. Eva couldn't get two words out before his mouth crashed against hers, plunging his tongue so far in that she could almost feel it at the back of her throat.

"Mmmph!" Eva's muffled cries faltered as he pulled away. Amen interlaced their fingers together as he lowered his head. His free hand began to knead her breasts, pinching and tweaking with his fingers. The fabric of her top molded to her body, showing off alluring, inviting peaks.

He wanted to know if he could increase her pleasure through her layers. Combined with his mouth, Eva threw her head back as he lapped and sucked, unable to find anything to hold on to. She threaded her fingers through his hair that was almost as white as snow.

"Yes...oh, Isfet, yes!"

Amen smiled as he lifted her shirt over head. He repeated the torture, causing her to groan in both pleasure and a bit of frustration.

"Keep going," she pleaded. "Like that..."

When he slid a hand in her shorts, her knees buckled together. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders to keep herself on her feet. His fingers danced within, sliding out then between her legs with her shorts still on. Burying her head in his shoulder, she wanted to move it back where it'd be most comfortable.

"No," Amen grabbed her hand before she could touch his. "Not like that."

"Please," Eva rasped. "Let me do this."

He tugged at the waistband, letting it go with a snap! She squeaked when the elastic hit her waist.

"Take them off. NOW." His voice was demanding, husky with desire. Obeying, Eva's shaky fingers slid the rest of her barriers away, leaving her totally exposed. Amen kissed the column of her throat, taking her hands in his. He set them on his chest, allowing her to unbotton his shirt. He slid it off him, never breaking their gaze. He unbuckled the belt from around his waist, sliding it out with a loud THWACK!

Eva closed her eyes as he threw it aside, as well as the rest of his garments. Waltzing toward her, she clutched the wall as one meaty palm slid up her stomach, wrapping it around her throat. He could clutch it with his entire hand, Eva leaning her head back. She was limp in his arms, ready to surrender to his desires.

He nudged her legs apart, so much so she could feel him. She groaned when he pressed into her, allowing him to wrap her arms around him and kiss him passionately. With this, she pulled him toward her bed, sinking into the mattress with him on top. Amen excused himself for a moment, slipping on protection he brought with him. When he returned, he slipped into his beloved's embrace.

Eva's fingers explored the toned muscles of his back, her nails scratching up his sides. They slid toward the front, down his abs, across his shoulders, anywhere she could explore. She pulled her lips from his and kissed a trail along the crook of his neck, stopping at his ear.

Amen closed his eyes. He never let a woman touch him like this, any woman for that matter. He grunted when he felt her tongue play with the lobe before biting down on it gently.

"You're so beautiful."

She only meant for him and him alone to hear. His eyes snapped open, the weight of those words scorching his chest. She whimpered as he pulled her bottom lip with his finger, catching it between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

"There can be no one more beautiful than you, my neferut."

He trailed kisses down the length of her body, stopping below her navel.

"Oooh..." Eva moaned. "Please...I want you."

One had slipped through his hair, and Amen rose, grabbing her hand and locking their fingers together. He slammed his lips against hers, and with one swift move, her walls crumbled.

"Augh!" Eva cried in his shoulder. He had never entered in just one stride, and she was feeling all of him. It felt intensely arousing, and with long strokes, he slowly began moving. He wanted to carry it for as long as he could, to keep it going as if there was no time limit for them.

"Isfet," Eva gasped. "Oh!"

"Your moans," Amen's thumb brushed her plump lips. "So good."

She wrapped her legs around him, enticing him to increase his pace. Eva sucked and bit his lips, stroking her tongue to soothe them before plunging it in his mouth. Her nails dug in his shoulders, leaving grooves. Her body was beginning to sweat, as was his, but neither were ready to stop.

The bed creaked under their combined weight. This time, they moved in unison, dominating one another with touch after touch, kiss after kiss.

"Amen...AUGH!" Eva cried out his name as her world crashed around her. He collapsed on top of her, crying out into her shoulder to muffle his voice. The both of them were exhausted, heaving and panting. Vibrations of tingles and contacts from Eva's skin caused him to shift his weight. She shivered beneath him, visible from the aftermath of pleasure.

"Are you ok? You're shaking."

"Y-yes," Eva's voice was raw. "I...I will be."

He pecked at her lips, soothing her rampant body with his hands. He shifted his weight until she was on top, resting her head against his chest.

"I feel so light." she closed her eyes.

Amen kissed her forehead, toying with her hair. Neither said a word, just enjoying each other's company with smiles on their faces.

[lakesbian]

Hi! I've got like 4 questions about Pact for you if that's okay:

1.What do you think about the Awakening ritual as like a vibe?

2.What do you think about the different objects and Blake and rose's diffrent answers/personal objects answers?

3.What do you think about the fact that Awakening is how a person becomes a wizard in this world rather than like magic genetics?

4. What would your words be if you where awakening?

it's good i like it. one of the things i'm consistently really really endeared to about wildbow's writing is his ability to concisely communicate fantastical imagery in a very visceral & real-feeling way--it's not particularly flowery writing when he describes brian's power (fuck you we're bringing brian into the pactpost) as looking like this to him:

It didn’t obscure his sight, but he could tell where it was, almost as if he were seeing in strict black and white when he looked through the darkness, but the color was still there. Bad analogy. The difference was stark, but he couldn’t pinpoint what separated it from anything else.

but it adequately describes something that can't be described in the closest way possible. it's weird, and interesting, and i get what brian means, even if there are no perfectly accurate words for it. the lack of perfectly accurate phrasing for it actually more adequately captures the experience of seeing something far beyond human than any precise description ever would. & i feel the same way about how wildbow writes magic in pact, particularly the awakening ritual. the room uncannily falling away, the lines doing things they're Not Supposed To, everything being so subtle and so impossible at the same time, it's all rlly fun. i also am incredibly endeared to how the time-slippage in the coffee shop is written. feels very grounded and natural and all of that makes the horror more real and present.

2. answered this one here

3. hmm. i think it's Something that The Horrors are very much inherited but having tools to deal with them is opt-in. i dunno i'll have to ruminate on that longer but it is good that there's no pre-existing Naturally Special And Superior Genetic Class Of People and in fact if you want special little abilities you inherently have to lose pieces of yourself & become something other than human. in conversation with worm i think. wildbow loves representing trauma as literally making you other-than doesn't he it's just, like, cycles of trauma & taught behaviors here vs any random trauma like in worm.

4. well how am i supposed to know. still thinking about the implication that rose's personal token words were quite probably about wanting to be more "...than a vestige" of blake though. looking at her. Looking at her hard. Fucking looking at you. Looking at you rose thorburn

[robot-diver-and-poison-punk]

Greetings rotomblr. "Yo fuckheads!"

I am WYD-01 of the elementbot line.

"and I'm Roya an ex rainbow rocket grunt from another world and has beedrill genes" - roya

And after some mulling and processing over it we've decided to do a move from the old blog due to it being too cluttered.

"and we wanted to have a more organized mess rather than a complete mess."-Roya

Regardless I'll start off 1st as agreed.

I'm as said before WYD-01 of the element bot line refer to me as they/them. I prefer to do deep diving underwater as a hobby. I'll be posting some of said dives on this blog

Keystone the lokix: he/him rash nature, wears a navy and silver scarf, is very aggressive for the most part and is much stronger than average. Irritate him at your own risk.

Judi the Pheromosa: she/they Adamant nature, wears a wide brimmed, black sun hat with a gold strip, curious to the world around her, and is less strict about cleanliness, sadly this led to them being an exiled sheep.

Magic the Alpha Galarian Mismagius: quirky nature, is what seems to an alpha due to their size, is a troublemaker, and is the leader of all the misdreavus in this beach house. they also recently evolved during at a halloween party

Grave O'Neil the spiritomb: ??? Nature, was found in my house and forced my hand to catch them, is also a trouble maker like magic, has a strange liking to coffee grounds (they eat them somehow when no one is looking)

Pot lid the Klinklang : recently transferred from a kalosian shelter thanks to an event, evolved during the naming of Tafiū, really likes jazz

<<Dredge the dhelmise>>: quiet nature, is barely heard in general, clings on to me the most, was found in a double shipwreck.

Tafiū the Delta bisharp: jolly nature, had just evolved during the naming of them, is a Delta Pokemon from the Torren region, was given to me by pri- I mean Roya

A shiny clawitzer who has yet to be named, bold nature, seems to be through dozens of battles and the scars show.

"Alright enough shit from ya it's my turn"

"Names Roya and as said before I'm ex rainbow rocket and part Beedrill. I love poison and dark types, and I practice polearm and staff based combat as a hobby. (And Mecha enthusiast) anyways here's my own team!"

Reacta the delta vespiquen: Delta and starter over at the Torren region, has a mild nature, wears a orange tuxedo vest, and prefers to tend to be a neat freak. loves Petrol

Spines the cacturne: relaxed nature, found somewhere in a desert area i cannot remember where, wears a poncho, likes to eat and hog sour berries. A bit too friendly for his own good sometimes (loves hugs but tends to forget he's a Cacturne)

Dagger the sharpedo: found in torren, hasty nature, likes to be blunt on what he does, and will stare at you judgementally.

Petrol the Dragalgae : hatched in an egg, bashful natured, im trying my best to care for this lil guy till hes ready to go battle if he desires to. He's recently getting

Alia II the shiny Mega beedrill: ace and partner pokemon, is a shiny, adamant nature, wears a cap like mine own but green and black, is the 2nd beedrill i own, likes to be with Reacta and petrol (will protect with her life). She's decided to stay permanently mega evolved after an incident...

a weavile that joined my team without consent: somehow snuck their way in while i was in the wild area of galar, impish natured bastard, likes to scheme behind others, hates ribbons for some odd reason...

Kliff the shiny alpha Sneasler: was given to me by a stranger as a sneasel during my time at hisui, prefers to laze about in the sun for the most part but is no slouch in battle despite this. naughty nature.

A shiny Mareanie I have yet to name: Caught on Route 9 of Akala Island and trade to me by Water bucket's electric brother. This little guy ain't all too interested in fighting, but certainly packs a punch when it counts! Also mild natured.

"welp thats it for us intro wise, now go home you lazy fucks."

Roya please you godamn prick do not call strangers on this site lazy fucks when you're one as well.

"fuck you"

fuck you too.

// Hey yall this is mod wiral, i've decided to move house from the old blog. it was getting too messy for me and i couldn't bring myself to do all that work to brother with that. anyways there are TWs for death and water related fears here. wyrdo has a major hatred towards plasma but has relaxed on it since then, roya's hate for rocket is immense and has a major dislike to cults. nonetheless these kind of things are welcomed to interact. ENJOY!

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