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Daisies and Talks

Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Hi lovelies! Lia here and I know this pic is a bit misleading but I SWEAR on you that Simon doesn't die in this one, IT'S A HAPPY STORY OKAY. I was debating on making this a part two of Ghostie's parents progressed and though you're free to think that, I thought it would be much cuter to leave this to stay as a story on it's own.

Ghost's mum plays a big role in this one though so if you're not very comfortable with mentions of death or anything then I suggest leaving this one out and skipping. Two posts in one week? Are y'all lucky or am I just emptying my drafts? Y'all will never know.. AHAHAHA.

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I'd like to think that everyone is familiar with the saying "You never know what you have until you lose it", many of us having it said during childhood but you never truly experience that till your older right? Wrong, that couldn't be more wrong for a man like Simon Riley, the man who lost it all at a young age, no one left to care for him but himself.

He always used to hear that from his mother, over some the toys she used to make for him that he cherished and loved so much as a kid. Simon knew his family wasn't up their with the middle class but he also knew they weren't exactly poor, though his father might prove that wrong with how much he's driving the family into debt.

Due to this, Simon always taught himself never to get attached to another person though he tried working on it, he doesn't know what he'd do if he does. That was before you came along skipping your way into his frail heart, making all the walls her built crumble with just a few words and a soft stare, someone who was patient enough to stay.

Simon can't let you go, he took that saying that his mother used to chant and took it to heart. He didn't need to lose you to know you were so fucking important, like that the man held onto everything that you were.

Cherishing moments with you although sometimes wishing his mother could see you. He wanted his mom to know that he found that person that only is in fairy tales she used to read him to at night. Maybe you were sent by her, that's it right?

Because all Simon could think about staring at your face while you sleep next to him was "how?". How were you able to wiggle your way into his heart so easily? You make him feel so alive and full, sometimes it causes him to be self-destructive, starting fights simply because he doesn't think he deserves you but you were so patient, holding him as if he was the whole world after every fight.

Because of you, that part of Simon slowly disappeared, knowing that he should change his ways because you deserved better. They say there's one moment in someone's life where you know for sure that, that is the person you want to spend your life with. Do you wanna know what that moment was for Simon?

Every death anniversary of Simon's mother, he visits that grave, sometimes a little later than usual. You've been in a relationship with this man for a little over a year now and to say you've grown attached to that man like he did to you was an understatement. He saw you there, leaving flowers.. Daisies in particular, he told you those were her favorite.

You sat next to the grave, absentmindedly staring up at the sky, it was beautiful out that day. You talked to yourself, more like his mother really, greeting her quite casually as if you've talked to her before. Simon at first found it a bit odd, though he did tell you everything regarding where his mom was buried and dates when he'd visit her.

You've been doing this secretly for at least once a month for a couple now, not having the heart to tell Simon but it just so happens that he was a little earlier there than he usually does go. He hid himself behind among other things surrounding the grave, listening to the conversation you've been having with his mother's tomb stone.

"He's been doing better now.. I'm sure you're so proud of him because am I, I know you're watching over him and I promise to do my best to make Simon happy and make sure he's cared for, he deserves all that and so much more"

Simon listened, on and on as you continue telling his mother updates on his life and how he's been doing. He put two and two together slowly realizing that you've been visiting her grave for a while now.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you then I wouldn't have Simon. My Simon.. someday I'll help him create the life you'd want for us, I know he'd just say that you would want what we want and I know that for a fact. I wish you were here, I would've loved for you to see Simon smile again."

You looked back at the grave. "You know Mrs. Riley, I feel safe here, are you the one doing that?" Smiling as you looked up and rested your eyes a little.

You leaned back a bit with a satisfied sigh hum after a deep breath, Simon's deep voice making you jolt up, "You know she'd want you to call her mom right? Or at least Ma Riley is what the other kids who she practically adopted in the neighborhood call her" he walked out from wherever he was hiding himself.

"Simon I-" You were cut off by seeing the tears running down his eyes, you stood up from where you were sitting, not bothering to dust off your backside that probably had grass stuck to your clothes.

You immediately wrap your arms around your boyfriend and gave him a tight squeeze, letting go only to cup his face in your hands and wipe his tears with your thumb, Simon leaned his forehead on yours, looking at your eyes with his teary ones.

"Oh Simon, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done this without asking for your permission. God I'm so stupid, you hate me now, don't you—" Before you could even continue what you were saying, Simon cut you off with his shushing, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

You knew it must've meant a lot to him, he didn't have enough words to describe how grateful he was for you. Unbeknownst to you, whenever Simon did talk to his mother, he'd always find himself worming to you somehow.

One of the reasons he had brought the ring between his fingers at that very moment, coming to ask his mother's grave for guidance on how he's going to do it..

[sirenologyyy]

EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT LOVE !

୨ৎ summary : wherein singer!reader books her next role in the ballad of songbirds and snakes after starring in the third highest-grossing movie of all time called avatar: the way of water, and falls for the bad guy... of course

୨ৎ warnings : cussing, that's pretty much it HEHEEHEH

୨ৎ author's note : YA'LL I've never seen laufey as a faceclaim in these before she's gorgeous. Also, your character in atwow is named Magnolia Quaritch, you're in Daisy Jones and The Six as a Jazz singer named Vienna Cartwright and a character in House of The Dragon named Theadosia Baratheon.

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user4 HELLO DON'T TELL ME Y/N AND JACK PLAY SIBLINGS IN AVATAR????

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user7 MAGNOLIA QUARITCH 🔛🔝

user8 if magnolia quaritch has a million fans I'm one of them, if she has a hundred fans I'm one of them, if she had 0 fans I'm DEAD

hunterschafer looking tew good babes x

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user9 HELPPP BECAUSE JAMIE'S FACE IN THE BEGGINING

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⤷ jackchampion top 10 worst anime fails

user7 I think you cropped me outta some of these babes 💋

user8 imagine breathing the same air as y/n y/l/n is rn like I cannot imagine 😔

user10 y/n what's ur favorite hot wheels car

user11 come home the kids miss you 😔

user12 can magnolia come and dissect me like that bladder polyp 30 minutes into the movie

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user1 STOP STOP STOP

user2 THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY SHE'S PLAYING MIRA SAGE

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user3 im literally screaming crying and throwing up right now OMFG RACHEL JUST CALLED Y/N BIG SIS

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user5 OH MY FUCKING GOD MIRA PLAYING THE PIANOOOO

user6 these stills are everything to me

jackchampion SO SO SO PROUD OF YOU 🙌

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user7 her first freaking role was literally playing stephen lang's daughter in a james cameron film, then immediately booking the role of serafyna freaking baratheon in house of the dragon, then playing a jazz singer in daisy jones and the six, NOW SHE'S IN THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES???

user8 no one's doing it like her frl

user1 "OUR GIRL MIRA SAGE BAIRD" WHAT IF I START SOBBING

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user3 Y/N Y/L/N THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE

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⤷ user3 DID THEY JUST CALL EACHOTHER BY THEIR NICKNAMES OH LORD

user5 they saw an opportunity and took it

ashleyjliao oh ya'll are not READYYYY

user11 TOM BLYTH AND Y/N Y/L/N NATION RISE

user8 IM LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW HOLY SHITTTTTTTT??@@?@?!!?!,#*#(

⤷ user1 someone time this exact moment these two made frickin history tonight

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⤷ yourusername oh babes get some sleep 😭 (good luck on your thesis btw you're gunna kill it! 💓)

⤷ user8 IM GOING TO BED RN MISS MA'AM 🫡

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⤷ user8 replying to user10 IT CAN ONLY GO DOWNHILL FROM HERE DUDE

user7 I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS MOMENT OMFGDYDHDU

baileybass can't wait 🤍

⤷ yourusername I love you so much bai bai 🫶🏼

user12 oh my FUCK is that the scene where sejanus and mira have that conversation outside the hob???

⤷ user9 OH THERE'S NO WAY

⤷ user13 STOP WE'RE FINALLY GETTING THE "you're everything I could ever have wanted" SCENE

⤷user9 AAAAAAAAA I CAN'T WAIT OH MY GOD?!?!?

⤷ user6 UGHDGDFC MY SEJMIRA HEARTTTTTTT 😭💗

⤷ user3 I apologise for the person I will become once I see Sejanus and Mira at my local theatre

⤷ hunterschafer me neither

⤷ user3 HUNTER'S A SEJMIRA SHIPPER CONFIRMED?????

⤷ user6 hunter I love you

⤷user3 HUNTER SHIPS SEJMIRA YA'LL HEARD IT HERE FIRST 🗣🗣🗣

⤷user12 NO BECAUSE IF WE'RE GETTING THE HOB SCENE THEN THE CLIFF SCENE IS 3 DAYS AFTER...

⤷user13 oh...

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⤷ user2 yeah and neither does-

⤷ user8 NAWWW STFU @/user2

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joshandresrivera prepare to have your knocks socked off

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user14 NAWWWW ☝️☝️☝️

user15 someone check up on tom if he's still breathing cuz if y/n fucking y/l/n ever called me honey I'd be GONEEEEEEE

user16 @/tomblyth are u alright pal

⤷ joshandresrivera his eyes were literally irritated when I looked at him during our first initial take

⤷tomblyth nice going josh

⤷ yourusername rachel never let him go

⤷ rachelzegler duly noted

user17 y/n y/l/n as mira sage baird oh someone up there is looking out for me frl

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rachelzegler new york, new york - Frank Ocean

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joshandresrivera alright I see how it is

⤷ rachelzegler it's not you, it's me?

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⤷ yourusername but I was 😁

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⤷ tomblyth there's still a next time?

⤷yourusername For you? Always

⤷tomblyth I'm the luckiest man alive, I feel like I'm going to soar out of my flat any minute now, maybe do somersaults in the sky I'm not sure, we'll see.

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user1 not Tom Blyth being down bad

user2 HELLO??? TOM???

user3 why do they sound so flirty wtf...

user4 dosen't Tom have a gf HELPPPP

user5 I don't think it's confirmed

⤷ user4 it better not be cuz why am I kinda eating this up

user6 NO BCS SAME ADFSDGSJSSHZ

lionsgate our favorite sister duo 💕

⤷ yourusername iktr 🙏

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user7 OH WE NEED THOSE DIGICAM PICS RNNNN

user8 @/yourusername LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN ‼️‼️‼️

user9 Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK

user10 THERE'S NO WAY I WAS 5 MINS AWAY FROM THAT RESTAURANT AND DIDN'T GO THERE 😭😭😭

user11 y/n l/n and rachel zegler my bestfriends

user12 HELP THE TEXT WITH Y/N AND RACHEL IM CREASING

⤷ user11 IKR THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS

⤷ user10 I wonder if she actually got the Lucy Gray barbie

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user3 @/tomblyth you might wanna get onto that

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⤷ user4 @/tomblyth YK WHAT TO DO

user14 HAHAHAAYAH NOT YA'LL TAGGING HIMMM 😭😭😭

user15 I know Y/N was mourning for that spilt coffee

⤷ rachelzegler OH YOU BEST BELIEVE SHE WAS DISTRAUGHT

user16 and they were thrifting too UGH I wanna be able to go thrifting with y/n and rachel

⤷ user14 I wonder who got those cowboy boots

⤷yourusername actually we both saw it at the same time but I ended up giving it to Rachel because I'm a wonderful person! (and we totally didn't fight over it inside goodwill!)

rachelzegler 😭😭😭

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tomblyth HG film dump. We had our flaky croissants, our chewy croissants, but alas, not one croissant on earth could live up to these beautiful people. teebosass coming to theaters near you. ❄️❄️❄️

rachelzegler FIRST!!!

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⤷ tomblyth what can I say

ashleyjliao 🥐🥐🥐

yourusername that cucumber salad did not taste as good as you manipulated me into believing

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⤷ yourusername this is what playing a pre tyrannical president of a dystopian world does to you kids

user1 yes mom 🫡

user1 AWWW THE GROUP PIC OF ALL THE MENTORS 🥹🥹🥹

⤷ user2 I'm abt to sob

user3 so excited OMGGG

user2 YA'LL THE CABIN SCENE I WILL NEVER RECOVER...

user4 sofia crying makes me wanna cry too wtf

user5 the tributes and mentors aww

⤷ user3 I'm having that picture framed and put on a pedestal

user6 Y/N getting her own picture is so cute 🫶

user7 holy shit ur right

⤷ user2 replying to user6 she literally got a single picture all to herself while the others were with someone else on every photo

⤷ user8 CHAT WHAT IS GOING AWNNN

user8 no because y/n having her own picture meanwhile everyone else had to share the spotlight is making me think thoughts...

user9 oh twitter's about to blow up and second now

user10 @/y/nsidehoe on twt 🔥🔥🔥

user11 you were amazing in Billy the Kid!

user12 RACHEL IS SO POOKIEEEE

user13 these photos are so well shot though

user14 the tributes all hugging eachother ugh MY HEART

user15 josh's posture is cracking me tf up 😭

⤷ user10 BWHAHAGSSJAJSSJS

user16 10 MINUTES AGK HOLY SHITTTT

user17 y/n's face though HELP ME

user18 Y/N NATION HOW TF ARE WE FEELING???

user19 I don't even wanna speculate anything atp remember what happened to her and Charles Leclerc?

user17 oh NAWWW they were definitely a thing, did you SEE those yacht pics?

user10 it was a shame they never confirmed it though they were so cute 😔

user20 YALL dosen't tom have a gf???

⤷ user18 nothing's confirmed, pretty sure he said him and the girl were good friends in an article somewhere LMFAO

⤷ user8 omg link

⤷ user13 (2)

⤷ user18 hold on dms

user21 josh and rachel have my heart fssss 🫶

user22 y/n nation boutta start shipping them I'm frl calling it

user23 it'll be gone in a week or so then she'll hop onto the next male lead in her next film

⤷ user22 HAAHAHA SHUDDUPPP

⤷ user23 for promo ✨️

⤷ user24 she's doing smth to these men I swear, spiking their drinks, keeping voodoo dolls of em or sumn

⤷ user23 WAIT STOP AHAHSHSAH

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Aaaaa yay, you updated for Linked Universe again! 🙏 And right when the hyperfixation was coming back for me, too 👀 

I was looking over your posts for LU, and if you don’t mind, I’d love to share some of my own random thoughts with you! I hope that’s okay 👉👈

After I read your “Humans aren't just round-eared Hylians?” post I have had,, many thoughts 👀 One random difference between humans and Hylians I thought about was the possibilities of varying strength,,, You briefly mentioned how Hylians seemed lighter than they seemed to Guide!Reader, and let me tell you, it was such a small detail, but I was transFIXED. I have this image of humans/Guide!Reader just being naturally stronger than the average Hylians - and it made me think of scenarios of the Reader just effortlessly hauling around two Links on their shoulders like sacks of potatoes- And them also picking up things that are supposed to be really heavy with ease! Like, Four would make a longsword, and Reader picks it up out of curiosity, expecting it to be really heavy, but it’s actually not that bad?? (Four in the background: 🧍)

If the Reader is already pretty strong (and maybe even has a profession in fighting, like a boxer or something,, [I might be projecting slightly—]), then ooo 👀 I can see there being this one time where a bunch of monsters ambush the Chain, and as everyone is fighting with the Reader giving them advice and whatnot, a Lizalfos managed to slip past everyone and sprint towards the Reader to attack them. The others are panicking because they won’t be able to reach the monster in time, but just as the Lizalfos raised its sword, one single punch from the Reader sent it flying back into the fray, knocking it into a Moblin. Reader is just standing there with their fist still in the air like “👁️👄👁️ h u h … whY ARE YOU GUYS STARING, YOU’RE STILL FIGHTING—”

In your newest post about the Guide!Reader’s voice, you mentioned how some entities could hear them, and I don’t know if he would, but I think it’d be kinda funny if Ganon and all of his other reincarnations could hear the Reader talking to Link- I’m not sure if he remembers his past lives, but if he does and hears/recognises Reader’s voice, I love the image of him thinking “Oh god, THIS guy again??” Because Reader WILL clown on him-

Dehydrated Ganondorf: *insert evil monologue here*

Guide!Reader: Uh-huh, sure, bold words for someone whose skin looks like a prehistoric riverbed. :|

Sage: *w he eze*

As I was writing all this, I had to think to myself, “Huh,, Guide!Reader doesn’t die when they fall into lava, aren’t really affected by harsher temperatures and winds, and also can swim against strong currents. They’re environment-resistant basically. But there’s bound to be at least one weakness to it all, right?” I did come up with said weakness, and I think it’s kinda basic, BUT one idea I had was that because Guide!Reader is so resistant to the natural elements of Hyrule, they are conversely quite weak to unnatural causes in turn. If they get injured, say they get cut with a knife by a Bokoblin, then that wound would take much longer to heal than it should. Any injuries that the Reader sustains in Hyrule are harder to heal (which I feel like could make some interesting angst,, 👀); their injuries would take more magic to completely heal them, or have more healing potions to drink. I also thought of the Reader being very vulnerable to any sort of poison- Like, if they get a pinch or two (or three) of strong poison in their system, they get knocked out for like two days 💀 

So basically, Guide!Reader is very resistant to the environment, possibly quite strong, but does not have any good constitution,,

[On another note, maybe it’s just a me thing, but I personally love the thought of Wind looking up to the Reader as like a big brother figure,,]

And also!! Happy birthday!! 🥳🥳🎉 As a way of procrastination, I’ve been compiling memes with Guide!Reader and the Chain because the brain rot is hitting HARD,, I can share it with you in the future if you like! /gen /pos And sorry if this is such a long post dkjfgndf-

NOT SOMEONE BEING HAPPY I UPDATED UwU

ur ideas, ur compliments, ur bday wishes, etc. hitting me like^^

Sun: Masc!Reader (he/him) this will be default unless ppl specify otherwise! , Guide!Reader, Boxer/Martial Artist!Reader

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Most Links of the Chain mentioned + Sage (Totk Link)! No focus/centric Link

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: light cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

In reference to This Post! Wait, Humans Aren’t just Round-Eared Hylians??

YOUR BRAIN>>>????!!!

This was such a yummy treat tysm for this, sharing is caring 🫶

I absolutely think Humans could be 10x stronger than Hylians, I mean if we base everything abt their universe off of Link weighing ~8 apples lmao

that means swords, armor, broadswords/claymores, battle axes, huge shields, if those weigh abt like fake swords/wooden ones back on earth to us, then i cant even imagine what canons/horses/tree trunks/boulders weigh 💀

like props on a stage weight rather than the real thing lmao

No but how many Links can you fit in one carry??

ok u got a heavier Link on your back, like Time, Twi or Wars, then Four/Wind/Hyrule/Legend (yes he’s light/smaller side, tho he may deny) in ur arms like one Link per arm, maybe 3 Links if you can like wrap ur arms around them

so like 4 Links total? well, Wind or Four r so light/small one could possibly ride on ur shoulders, so 5 LMAO??? that's like half the Chain already AHALJFAfJLL-

on another note,

I LOVEEE ganon being able to hear Guide Reader bc spent too long around them, also i originally based that off of characters who’ve shown they're meta/highly magical kinda (esp the meta part where they may have directly addressed players/broke 4th wall)

No bc Ganon would just be SO fed up by like, Wild’s time, it would literally be EXACTLY like what u said I’d imagine:

(u just playing the game and not realizing until later they can hear you)

Ganon: “ugh that blonde twink again, god when will this plan actually work-?!”

You: “eyyy, Ganon! omg, why’s he?? Hot??? damn, botw best ganon version fr”

Ganon: “you know what maybe you should just kill me right now, hero Link.”

(the thought of Ganon never being able to escape ur voice whenever Link was near him bc u didnt have a body to fight/kill, and instead he just had to deal with ur comments is SENDING ME)

changing subjects again sorry

YES!! that's the weakness/drawback I was thinking abt for Humans in Hyrule, while yes their environment isn't that effective on us, (i like to use “inside a video game” as the reason bc i think its neat)

humans are notoriously fragile in our own world already - we get sick, we get acid-reflux/throw up from bad food/food poisoning, etc.

so it makes sense we’d be more sensitive to this new environment, but even if we got adjusted,

we’re more external-proof, not internal-proof

(u know that's another reason why it works for Hylians and not Humans, we aren’t automatically healed by food, but their world does, and even in botw/totk when u have “dubious” food, its never inedible, its just useless to eat, so technically Hylians can kind of eat most anything off of that logic, like there is no such thing as “bad food” for them)

and u could take this either way tbh,

like we’re either entirely resistant to magic/dont take to it well bc our world didnt have it so potions/fairies don't work and we have to heal naturally

or just yeah, its like ur in a new country tbh, new germs/nature/food/etc. and u def cant guarantee u wont get a little sick from that

this would definitely include genuine poison!

bro the amount of WORRY the Links would feel after realizing the human guide guy who’s physically here now can barely handle their food??

Wild’s making a thorough list of what foods work for you and what don't, like safe foods to go back on, including recipes,

the way Time/Wars would absolutely be willing to take little detours/stop by towns more to make sure you have the right food you can eat,

and even tho Wild’s cooking, Sage is constantly testing for poison, like the dish itself, the herbs/plants, every ingredient needs to be extra safe even by Hylian standards (like not eating adventurous stuff like pufferfish or smth that could possibly have poison if cooked wrong/not enough etc)

that is to say, even if Wild makes a new recipe/other meal, he always has a backup safe meal to give you instead on those nights, and just way too many in general (yes he knows it doesn't buff ur health but he cant help his Hylians instincts to stuff the hurt person’s face with food ok??)

Hyrule! Is!! Losing!!! It!!!!

he has all the healing magic in the world and the one man he wants to help the most, for keeping him from being lonely on his adventure/looking out for him/being on his side no matter what, now he finds out he can’t even help them??

mans would literally keep trying to heal u til he’s drained it all out to just try and get the wound to close, if u didnt stop him

U get injured for the first time, and while a bruise/cut taking weeks to heal (depending on how bad) is normal to you, Hyrule + lowkey everyone is Freaking Out

Wounds DO NOT take weeks to heal?? They take hours at most??? Dude, are you dying-

(Wind got elbowed for that one, purely bc he voiced Sky/Hyrule/Wild/Twi paranoia out loud lol)

that is going with the version ur mostly unaffected by magic, but u could also do the human thing where we get adjusted to things over time (at least more than nothing), including food/sickness

The way All the Links just surround you or outright don’t let you come into crowded parts of town so ur poor immune system wont make u sick again 😭

on the bright side they'd all get rlly good at preventative measures like this, and taking care of sick you lol

(yes, u bribed Wind to get little bro cuddles when ur sick, it wasn't hard, he sees u as the most genuine bigger bro probably bc ur likely hte most affectionate out of all the Links)

(should I get into cultural differences between humans/hylians like humans being more openly cuddly/affectionate? like how in humans are space orcs fandom they acknowledge its unusual for us to “packbond” so easily to so many different species? and how this could possibly apply to not only Hylians but any Friend-shaped creatures across the Hyrules?? ..nah. I’ll save that for another post)

AND YES!! feel free to shoot rambles/thoughts/not even requests my way! Id love to talk abt it or just post it for the world to marvel at too lol

ohh mY God;; YOU HAVE MEMES FOR THIS?? PLEASEEEE SHOW ME????

thank you for this, srsly /pos

Peace out,

🌙

[tianasimstreehouse]

Occult Recipebook

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble.

INTRO

Occult gameplay is up there with one of my favourite ways to play. Food is a part of our Sims lives, and should also be for occults so that they can cook up their preferred foods.

This Occult Recipebook is a collection of custom recipes (food and drink) for Occult Sims in the Sims 4.

I have started off this occult culinary journey with: ✨SPELLCASTERS✨

I have plans to later create foods for each occult life state, so I will keep adding to the recipe book.

“Spellcasters” as a life state can be played in so many different ways: they can range from gnarly evil witches who practice black magic and eat bird entrails, to happy little fairies who live in cottages surrounded by woods and flowers! I have tried to include a little bit of everything in the recipes I have created. These foods are a mix of fairy, fantasy, green garden witch, apothecary, or black-magic sorcerer etc. 

They effect Spellcasters and/or human Sims in many weird and wonderful ways.

E.g. Nettle Tea which helps teenagers suffering with acne, Milk Thistle Biscuits which leave the consumer with prickly thistles in their tongue, and Eye of Newt Soup which most Sims will find disgusting but which Spellcasters will happily slurp up.

RECIPES

39 new recipes for your Spellcasters!

~ Realm of Magic is required for these recipes ~

**there's a fair amount of pack-integration, and be sure to read the pack recommendations on the Patreon post for each recipe** to make sure nothing is missing or glitching.

Meals Dandelion Salad - increases SCs gardening skill, fills PlantSims' hunger Nettle Soup Soft-Boiled Golden Eggs - makes Sims glow and glitter Pumpkin Pasties Pomegranate Halves Eye of Newt Soup - makes other Sims feel sick Valerian Root Pie - other Sims won't like this dish Elderberry Jam Toast Toadstool Soup - inspires SCs, normal Sims won't like this dish Salamander Stew - other Sims won't like this dish Spiced Honey Bread - SCs will gain all skills faster Raised Newt Pie - makes other Sims feel sick Dragon Livers - Werewolves will love these and normal Sims won't Raised Phoenix Pie - Sims will randomly breathe fire for a while and feel confident

Desserts Milk Thistle Biscuits - chance to get uncomfortable thistles in tongue Huckleberry Jam Cream Puffs - makes SCs playful Fairy Bread Soul Cakes Huckleberry Pie Juniper Berry Jam Biscuits Honeycomb Cakes - SCs will gain all skills faster Valerian Custard Tart Toadstool Cookies Cursed Cookies - wouldn't recommend eating these... serve them to enemies! Eating one may leave the SC eater cursed. Good Sims will sense the evil inside and get sad Canning *Requires Cottage Living Canning Skill Gooseberry Jam Elderberry Jam Rosehip Jelly Drinks *Bar/alcoholic drinks require Mixology skill, and a Bar. Acorn Coffee (*coffee machine) Pumpkin Juice Willow Bark Tea - A home remedy to cure most illnesses, food poisoning etc Sage Tea - soothes stress and anger, SCs are focused and improve logic skills faster Nettle Tea - helps teens suffering from acne Lavender Tea - makes Sims flirty Mugwort Tea - reduces fear or panic Butterbeer - gives SCs confidence Mandrake Ale Nettle Wine Dandelion Wine Elderberry Wine

INFO & DOWNLOAD (early access): https://www.patreon.com/posts/79514896?pr=true Milk & Cookies: Now! Sugar Cookies: May 24th Public: May 31st

Pro tip for Windows PC users: Please make sure to delete the MACOSX folders/files that can appear after you extract the mod's files, otherwise the game may throw an error and not load at all.

TRANSLATIONS Polish - ❤️ Daisy1728, find their translation over here French - ❤️ Heidi / LuniverSims, find their translation here

[creedslove]

MOONLIGHT BLISS 🌙

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel needs to face his feelings for you, he is even determined to do so, but when you face someone else who also likes Joel, you begin doubting yourself

(This can be read as a sequence of SLEEP BLISS 💤 and SHOWER BLISS 🫧 or as a stand alone, it's up to you)

Warnings: angst, jealousy, age gap, insecure!joel, insecure!reader, fluff a lot of fluff like so much fluff

A/N: I know it's out of character Joel but I don't care, I want my sweet handsome middle aged man to be happy 😭

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Sage was the complete antithesis of you. She was tall, strong, badass and older. A woman who managed to get by 20 years in the apocalypse and still look extremely good and attractive.

Some people in Jackson said she was the female version of Joel, but you couldn't disagree more. She was obnoxious, rude, mean and kind of a bully to whoever she didn't like.

And you would fight anyone who dared say Joel was like that.

He wasn't a ray of sunshine, but he was definitely not entitled like that bitch, he kept to himself and he didn't open up to others, but he was never a dick like that woman. Well, he was never a dick to you.

You even forgot the last time he'd been rude towards you, as you and him had been getting along so well in Jackson. It was like you had a connection, each passing day stronger, even if you didn't have a romantic relationship, you certainly had an emotional relationship.

You took care of Joel and he took care of you.

You might not be like Sage, you were shorter than her, your breasts weren't as big as hers and she was closer in age to Joel, maybe eight or nine years younger than him.

But you were fast, you were decent at shooting and you were not afraid of killing as many clickers as you could in order to keep you both safe. You know Joel took care of you, but you weren't a damsel in distress, and you didn't throw over his shoulders the weight of having to protect you, you worked well as a team, so you didn't know why that woman's small provocations bothered you so much.

Maybe it was the fact she had it bad for Joel.

She didn't like him, as in having feelings for him, but she wanted him bad. He was by far the most attractive guy in Jackson, that was an agreement between the two of you, and you knew it pissed her off to see you two together all the time.

It always made you feel pretty good about that, though you weren't romantically involved with him.

No matter if you shared beds and even showers, Joel would never make a move, and that made you sure the problem was you. You were in love with him, but he wasn't in love with you and even if it hurt, you had to be okay with it, you couldn't force him into having feelings for someone.

You hated that woman because she always looked down at you, as if she was so much better, but you hated her more because she always eye fucked Joel.

It always felt to you he was yours, because you felt his, even if that wasn't your reality, you didn't want to wake up from that sweet dream. It was dangerous, but it was the only way to soothe your lonely heart.

You sighed lost in your own thoughts as you brushed the horse's fur very gently, you loved having stable duty, you could spend the whole day among them. They were usually so calm and you just loved to feed them, brush them and play with them. It would be just another day of fun if you hadn't been paired up with Sage.

She didn't like animals, or kids, or people, you were sure she only liked Joel because she dreamed of his cock filling up her old dry cunt. You felt a hint of embarrassment to think that you shouldn't be doing it, but each time she teased you about how young or naive you were, or how easily you'd get Joel into trouble if you two were cornered in a physical confrontation you felt like shooting her.

You were petting a beautiful horse named Caramel he was one of the gentlest ones you've seen and you had to admit you felt a little jealous when someone took him on patrol. You only trusted Joel who was always careful and respectful with animals, he knew they meant a lot to you, and he always made sure to take good care of them.

"So, are you and Joel a thing?" Sage broke the silence and looked at you.

You were caught off guard by her question.

Were you and Joel a thing? Technically no, but technically yes.

You thought you were emotionally attached to him enough to say yes, you both shared a bed, holding each other in your sleep, you had literally showered together once, but much to your dismay, you knew the answer was no.

"Well, we're partners, we've known each other for a few years, we traveled together to Jackson and we share a house… I like Joel, a lot" you let it slip, though it was an understatement, you felt much more than just like him and though it was pretty obvious to anybody, you felt regret immediately, you shouldn't have told that woman that, and it didn't help when she laughed out loud at you.

"Yeah yeah yeah, you have the heart eyes for him, no one is that stupid not to see, it could be cute if it weren't pathetic really, but I mean are you two fucking?"

You looked at her with so much anger but your silence was all she needed to have her answer.

"Good to know that, I'll make a move on him, it's about time I find some good fuck around here, not to mention Joel will definitely enjoy a real woman"

You couldn't stop staring at her, you wanted to ignore everything she was saying but you just couldn't hold yourself back, you knew you were about to get hurt but you did it anyway.

"Why pathetic?" You asked "why do you say liking Joel is pathetic?" You reframed your question.

She furrowed her brows and then chucked

"Oh please Y/N… isn't it just cliche? You fall for your savior, your protector, but he's much older than you, yes, Joel's hot but he could be your dad… he knew the world before things went to shit, she's met women, do you think he would be hooked on a little girl like yourself? Of course you probably clean up and cook for him, and he sticks around, gives you some of his attention, maybe crumbles of affection, but it's only because you are a comfortable option for him. Men like Joel need real women, not weak girls like yourself"

A mix of anger invaded your veins and spread all over your body, you wanted to punch that smug expression away but you knew you didn't stand a chance. She was stronger and she wouldn't hesitate in hurting you.

"Listen, Sage I-" you were cut off by Joel who called your name.

You turned to him and saw him stepping closer, at the same time the woman put on a smile on her face and you could swear you saw her opening her jacket some more, so she'd expose her cleavage.

You groaned under your breath and looked at Joel.

"Hey, I didn't know you were coming here" you told the man, finding it odd as you knew he had some services here and there with Tommy through the town.

Joel scratched the back of his neck and gave you one of those embarrassed looks he often did when he needed you to help him, so you were sure he was thinking of an excuse.

"Tommy asked me to check on the horses" he told you and glanced at Sage, who kept watching your interaction in an intrusive way, making him not uncomfortable… that was not the word, it was making him angry.

"Well, you can see the horses are alive" you chuckled though your smile didn't meet your eyes and he could tell you were upset over something.

When Sage made a sudden movement, Caramel got agitated and took a step back, you could tell the animal didn't like nor trusted her and well, you couldn't actually blame him.

You walked to Caramel and carefully held his face between your hands, having a lot of eye contact with him "shh, it's okay, you don't have to be afraid, it's just Joel and me" you reminded him, pecking his fur so gently and caressing him.

Joel watched in awe as Caramel immediately calmed down. He could never admit it out loud, but the reason why he ditched his own lunch break and went after you was just because he wanted to see you dealing with the horses.

He didn't know how you did it, but you've always been so good with animals and kids. They all seemed to like and trust you instantly. It's like a sensibility that he never had. But even when you were on the road, you'd still look out for stray cats that would appear here and there.

When you two got to Jackson and you volunteered for working with the kids, his heart tightened in his chest. Whenever he saw any kids he couldn't help but think of the time he was a dad himself. Of course his sweet Sarah was already a beautiful young lady when he lost her, but she was once the sweetest child he'd ever seen, she used to like butterflies and watch princess movies with him.

The way you paid attention to the kids around, and played with them, made him think of how Sarah never had that with her mom, but you seemed like you could be a great mom, and he was once a good dad, so maybe one day you two could…

And he stopped himself right there.

He was going nuts, he was sure of it, that was the only explanation to have delusional thoughts like that.

You looked at Sage and how she wasn't going anywhere and sighed.

"I'll take Caramel for a walk, I'll see you later" you told Joel and smiled, though he could tell it was a sad one.

He nodded softly and watched as the winter sun made you glow while you took off with the horse.

Sage smirked and took a few steps towards Joel, she was finally glad to be alone with the man and licked her lips.

He saw her approaching and took another step towards her, closing the distance before them. He could see her excitement, her anticipation and her joy to have him so close, she was sure he was going in for a kiss but all he did was point a finger toward her face.

"What goes on between Y/N and I is none of your fucking business. She owes you no explanation and if I ever see you taunting her or talking shit again, you'll pay" he said angrily. "You are the pathetic one, not Y/N, she's much more of a woman than you will ever be" he barked at the woman and turned his back to her.

When he was getting to the stables earlier that day, his mind was cloudy as he thought to himself if he should do it or not. Joel had crossed too many lines with you, he'd promised himself he wasn't going to touch you, to lead you into thinking he could ever be a good partner or give you anything romantic. His biggest fear was waking up some day and seeing you fall for him, you didn't deserve that burden, he wasn't a good person, he wasn't a good man, he wasn't a good partner, boyfriend or husband. You were too good for him and he could never succumb to the temptation of having a moment with you. But you made it all so hard for him, you were all the time so sweet, so gorgeous, you cared about everybody, but above all, you cared about him.

For the first in twenty years he had someone doing something without expecting anything in return. He didn't have to trade favors or rations of food, all you did was make sure he was alright and you were so painfully kind, like people weren't anymore.

So Joel's nightmare shifted slowly, and instead of fearing you would fall for him, he realized he had fallen for you.

And he'd fallen hard.

He was so ashamed of that realization, how could he just wake up one day and be in love?

But it was too late, Joel had it bad for you and the morning he came to the stables he didn't just want to watch you deal with the horses, he wanted to ask you out.

It wouldn't be a big deal, of course. He'd invite you to go to the bar, have a couple of drinks and take it from there. It would be a nice change to just staying home like you always did. He was having his hopes high enough to even maybe see you doll up a little for him.

He spent the whole morning gathering courage to ask you, but as soon as he got behind the stable and overheard you mentioning his name, he stood as silently as he could, curious to know what you had to say about him.

His heart raced the moment he heard you liked him…

You liked him, but how? As a friend? As a man? Joel closed his eyes and prayed to the Lord you didn't like him as a dad. That would be the end of him.

But then Sage opened that sewage she called a mouth and she ruined it.

He had hoped you would brush things off, you gotta know him better than that, he thought, to know he would never go after a woman like that. But then he saw your sad eyes, how upset you felt and he knew she had ruined things up.

•••

You spent the whole afternoon away with Caramel, you two settled in an open space, where he could rest and play around while you thought about what Sage had said.

Comfortable.

You were a comfortable option for Joel.

But was that all you were for him?

No, that witch couldn't be right, he cared for you, he liked you, surely not the way you liked him, but he thought of you more than a comfortable option, right?

You felt a pang in your heart the more you thought of it, because what if he didn't? What if that was exactly what you were for him, just someone easy to be with, someone who would cook and clean and keep him warm.

He never told you love words, he never touched you the way you longed to be touched, so then, what was all of that to him? Did he even care if you just went like Sage and tried finding yourself a lay for the night?

You shook all these thoughts away, you didn't want to feel bitter about might-have-beens, plus the sun was setting down and you needed to be home before dark.

You took Caramel back to the stable, saying goodbye to him and headed home.

When you got there, you could see Joel was wearing his flannel shirt and his nice jacket. He had just gotten out of the shower and…

Was he wearing cologne?

You frowned softly at seeing him like that and felt your heart drop to your toes at the realization he was going out. Possibly on a date with Sage. Of course, you had left them together, you'd handed a platter of meat to the lion.

"Hey Y/N…" Joel said in his hesitant voice, you said hello and sat down on the couch.

"So darling… I'm going out tonight.."

There it was.

You tried your best to hide your jealousy and bitterness.

"Alright, have fun" you replied with a small smile.

And Joel stood there, like a moron. He stared at you but words didn't come out of his mouth, all he had to add was a few words. He just needed to ask you out. The worst that could happen would be you saying no. Of course it would break his heart, but he went through worse so he figured he would overcome things.

You looked up at him with a puzzled expression, why was he still staring at you?

"Do you need anything, Joel?"

"You"

You widened your eyes and gasped.

"What?"

"You heard me, Y/N, I need you… to come with me, of course" he quickly fixed what he'd said but you knew there was more to it. Your heart raced as you got up and walked to him, holding back your smile.

"You don't have a date with Sage tonight?"

He frowned and shook his head immediately dismissing the idea.

"Not with her"

You closed the space between the two of you and leaned closer, Joel also leaned in, his heart hammered his chest, waiting for the kiss that never came. Instead, you whispered into his ear:

"I'll go get ready"

•••

You walked through the Jackson streets together, shielding yourselves from the wind. It was a cold night, but the sky was clear and the moon was shining brightly. It didn't matter if the temperatures were low, it just felt so good to be walking with Joel. He offered you his arm and though neither of you mentioned anything about your weird interaction earlier, you were pretty sure that was a date.

Joel still didn't tell you where you were going, but anywhere with him would be good enough.

He looked down at you as if he had read your mind.

"So… I haven't really thought of where we could go… I didn't think you'd say yes" he gave you a shy smile and looked away.

"Why wouldn't I say yes, Joel?" You replied and slid your hand down his arms, finding his hand and entwining your fingers together.

"Come with me" he said as he thought of a perfect place you could go to.

At first, you thought he was taking you to the stables, but then, you walked around it and went for the hills, where you climbed it and sat down comfortably.

"I thought it would be nice to see the moonlight or something" Joel shrugged and looked at you "sorry, I'm nervous, I haven't been on a date in so long" you felt a warmth in your heart and you held his head making him look at you.

"It's perfect, it reminds me of when we were on the road, you didn't really like me back then, but we had some good times" you chuckled softly and felt Joel's hands on your hips, holding them with a soft grip.

He scoffed.

"I've always liked you, but you always made me run out of patience" he admitted, making you laugh.

"Maybe, I was cranky, but I think I've gone soft, and it's your fault, sweetheart"

You looked into his eyes and then at his lips, you felt your heart pounding as Joel's grip on your waist tightened and he pulled you towards him.

You felt his lips against yours for the first time and it was so much better than you could ever imagine. The way your skin burned at his beard brushing and how he deepened it. You felt his tongue on yours and what began as a slow, gentle kiss, turned into an urgent, fiery one.

You moaned into his lips and tugged his hair, as you broke the kiss, Joel panted softly, worried he'd done something wrong but he smirked as you straddled him and sat on his lap.

"Are you sure you want this, darling?"

He mumbled against your skin, kissing down your neck and kneading your ass gently.

"I've never been so sure, Joel. I need it"

You whispered to him, enjoying the moonlight bliss with the man you loved.

_____

A/N: it wasn't my best work, but I just wanted to make Joel have a happy moment 🥺

[cherllyio]

The Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain

This is Macaques design from my Moana AU.

He is currently an enomurs and terryfing Shadow Monster, but he was once Sun Wukongs old "friend", and travel buddy on their many voyages together in the past.

Why is he like this? Well i made little angsty backstory, with clues to what happend to the once great Warrior.

You can read it either here, or on A03 where i also posted it (here)

The Voyager, The Sun and The Monster

Chapter 1 (Prolouge): Drowned by your Love

There is a small island, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, where both terrifying demons and small monkeys live together. One of these creatures inhabiting the Island, while just as much monkey and demon as the rest, stand outs quite a lot.

He has beautiful silk white hair, six magical ears, that can catch the wind flap of a bird thousands of miles away, and a pair of radiant golden eyes, that will pierce through anyone who dares come near.

His name? Liu Mihou. Also rightfully known as “The Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain”

On normal circumstances The Warrior would be either be training, gathering food supplies for him and the other monkeys, or making his presence known, to any hostile idiot, dumb enough to try and challenge him. 

But not today. Today, you can find The Warrior in the early morning light, preparing for voyage he is not sure when, or if he will ever come back from.

Yet... The Silk Monkey knows it will be worth it. For the person he is looking for is worth everything, and more, that can be worth something in this world.

 “The King of Flower Fruit Mountain!”, “The great sage equal to heaven!”, “The Monkey King!”. Or, as Mihou knew him: “My Sun”.

Just a few hundred years ago, these two celestial monkeys were sailing through all the great oceans together. Battling through storms, strong enough to destroy entire islands, becoming more powerful than the other demons could ever hope to become, and at the same time forming a bond strong enough, to become something greater than friendship.

Except…that all changed when Sun Wukong started playing against a power, he was not prepared for. The power of the Jade Emperor.

This traitorous act against the emperor, would ultimately end in the great sage’s downfall, where he would be catched and imprisoned by the Buddha himself, and pinned down by his very hand. And now, he was now trapped under “Five Element Mountains”, until an unknown destiny would free him.

Nobody, not even the wisest of the immortals, knew when that day would come.

It’s been 500 years since the great sage’s new destiny, fell upon him. Yet now... he has disappeared.

Mihou didn’t know how or where, or if it was done by fair means or foul. He solely knew that the once immense mountain, that had once sealed away his sun, was now only rubles and ashes of its former greatness.

Initially Mihou had been exited, ecstatic even, about this news. However, he quickly realized that like mountain, the King too was gone.

No messages, no clues, no anything. He was truly… gone... But he wasn’t "gone, gone" that would be crazy! "Sun Wukong, The Great sage equal to heaven" could never, would never.... Yea... His sun is fine, he will surely find him!

Plus, Mihou got all the things he needs to find The King, his magic ears being a big part of it. And then… they can be together again, and everything will be balanced, just like before! After all, how can a moon shine without its sun?

He confidently looks down at his own reflection, his silk white hair and shining ears animated in the cold and radiant water below. Everything is going to be ok.

But then he notices the dark roots crawling up his hair.

Dark roots that are slithering its way inside his silk white hair, like an infection, and turning it as dark as a burned corpse.

And nearly, one thirds of his entire mane can’t reflect any of the suns glow back anymore. And it will never be able to do it again.

For a second, it catches The Warrior off guard, but he really shouldn’t haven’t been surprised by this.

These dark roots have slowly been taking up more and more of his silk white hair, for well… Mihou keeps failing to remember that, but it was before his sun disappeared, he knows that much.

Mihou closes his eyes, trying to push the thoughts back. But instead, an old memory creeps up, and fills his soul with dread.

...

A demon. It attacked them.

They were young, stupid and furthermore in love, and together, they thought nothing could stop. Neither in celestial realm nor on earth.

Sure, Mihou was barely half the power of his counterpart, but that didn’t matter. It never really had mattered. The only thing Mihou and Wukong had ever cared about was each other.

Except, this time, it DID matter. Because… Wukong got hurt. Badly hurt.

There had been so much blood… Macaque could barely look at him… and Mihou had started panicking… while a piercing cry had cut through the air, when his Sun was impaled… The world turned around… everything had become so awfully quiet.

And Mihou had just been STANDING THERE. He had done nothing, but tremoring in horror over the cursed remains that was his dying sun. And then that awful, awful demon that had HURT HIS SUN, started whispering terrible, terrible words in his all too powerful ears…

“Oh, how sad” … “did he mean much too you?” … “What a pity…” … “you should have protected him better then…”

And… He listened. For wasn’t it true?

Wasn’t he the one who now stood beside his fading sun, that could barely light any brighter than the flickers of an ending campfire? Wasn’t he the one who had just been standing by his side, while his sun had worked so hard for everyone. Worked so hard and continued getting stronger. To get strong enough to protect his people. To protect Mihou. And he is now dying for the sake of a six eared demon, that would never be able to pay him back. Mihou hadn’t earned any of that. Wukong hadn’t deserved that. Mihou was a traitor.

The demon didn’t even notice, before it was too late. The demon didn’t even notice, before his insides lay before him, and he lied next to it. The demon didn’t even seem to notice Mihou’s scream of agony and pain, before his soul had already left his body.

Everything after that was a blur.

A blur filled with small glimpses of his dying sun, while an unworthy Warrior had desperately tried to save him.

And when the world finally came back into the view, his sun… His sun was ok. His sun was ok. His sun was ok.

“Sorry I scared you so badly there, my dear moon”, Wukong had said with a sad look on his face. “I must admit, he wasn’t as strong as me, but he sure was clever.” His sun had said with a grin on his face.

And oh… How Mihou could have looked at that smile forever. Yet… he was constantly reminded of what had happened.

If that demon… If that god forsaken demon had been any stronger, just a bit, Wukong…

Mihou couldn’t risk that… Never again would he look at his dying sun, covered in his own torn open flesh and shattered bones. Never again would he hear, Wukong’s breath draw close to its final limit. Never again would The Great Sage be betrayed by his own Warrior, who he thought he could trust to always protect him.

For in The Warriors own eyes, he was a traitor. A foul soul who would simply overserve as a prejudiced destiny would drown out the only spark of hope left for their island and its people.

Hence why Mihou did, what he did next.

On the darkest day of the year, where the shadows rosed higher, than their own creators, Mihou stood in the middle of an abandoned Island. He was hoping for someone who could help. And soon enough, someone rose up. The silhouette of the darkness. A spirit. One made of magic not seen quite often.

“The six eared Macaque asks for my help. Don’t you have enough assistance from the king already?” the spirit remarked in a gravelly, judging, voice, whilst turning itself into a clone of The Great Sage to prove its point.

“Yes, please, I need your wisdom…”

“My wisdom… Well, there sure is a considerably amount of that, you will have to be more specific…”

Even though he knew exactly, what he had been come for, it still took Mihou a few seconds, before he finally answered:

“How do I protect someone, who is stronger than me? How do I make sure, I can help someone, when I barely have the strength of the wind, against a storm coming their way?”

Mihou could feel small tears starting to pierce through his eyes, yet he did little to stop them. “How do I make sure, I don’t betray the people I love, when they need me the most?”

The silence after that was barely enough time for the water to hit shore in its never-ending rhythm. Despite that, it had felt like millions of winters and summers had already passed, by the time the silhouette finally spoke again.

“There is one way….”

Mihou looked up.

“However, as all things, it comes with great consequences.”

“I will do anything, please! Just tell me what I need to do!”

The silhouette seemed to watch him like a hawk.

“You are more stupid than you look, Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain.”

The shadow started morphing into something else.

“Liu’er Mihou, for my power you need to know. This power requires the utmost control. One step aside could lead you drowning in its pit, leaving you only as host to submit.”

The shadows showed The Warrior consumed by shadows, until there is no light left in him.

Mihou took a deep breath.

“How can I control it then?”

“Warrior, only destiny will be your reaper.”

It morphs back into its normal silhouette.

“Now… do you accept this power?”

Mihou, looking back, should probably have thought it more through. But back then, the guilt and love for his Sun had been so strong, it had almost blinded him.

“I do, I accept it.”

And then everything went black.

...

Hundreds of years later, Mihou still doesn’t know, how or when he ended back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

But that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered then, was the power he had now. The power to protect the island, its monkeys and… his sun.

Wukong was skeptical at first, luckily the King had always been more of the oblivious type, so he quickly started to pride the new power as much as Lihou used too.

The newfound power Liu’er Mihou had gained were shadow powers. He could manipulate, create or absorb any shadow as he pleased.

This power also made it easier for him to learn the “72 transformations”, which Wukong had already learned hundreds of years ago, since Mihou could “copy” them using his shadow powers, until he didn’t need Wukong by his side anymore to do it.

Though, as all things, it wouldn’t last long until he learned the consequences of his choices firsthand.

Wukong and Mihou had been fighting a demon, who was stronger than what they were used to, but they had been fighting a lot of them recently, anyway. However, for just a second, Macaque had become cocky, and his let the shadow powers run free to devour their enemy whole.

Expect, after the fight was over, Macaque noticed the dark hair for the first time.

It had been small at first, barely noticeable, but with every “slip up” it had gotten more and more noticeable.

It wasn’t just if he got cocky in battle. If something had hurt him mentally, it would also grow. Which, when Wukong got trapped under the mountain… The infection had grown to the length of two small snakes crawling up his legs and arms in just a few hours.

Moreover, when they got into a fight while Wukong was trapped… The fur on his legs was almost completely black.

So, the 500 years that had slowly been passing by had been both a physically and mental war in his head, that from each day that had went by got closer and closer to winning…

The lack of a king also meant that more demons had started to attack Flower Fruit Mountain, therefore Macaque had to use way more power than usual, which would just make the curse worse...

And then every night, if it was a quiet one, he would cry himself to sleep, in his now empty nest.

Yet, as the black fur was getting dangerously close to his heart, which Mihou did not want to find out what happened if it reached it, there was… hope.

Wukong was free now after all!

Mihou was so sure, that as soon as they found each other again. When he could finally embrace that golden fur again, everything would be fine.

And as Mihou looked down the boat, now ready for the long voyage ahead, he felt A hope rise in his chest, for the first time in these 500 years.

Everything will be ok; nothing bad ever happen anymore.

Wukong is waiting for him after him after all!

…

Right?

[axelsagewrites]

Sage, my dear! I was reading your Daemon fic's and they are just perfect!😘🤌🏽 (especially the ones with poc!fem reader, there are so few stories where the reader is poc/non-white in this fandom… And it's great to find this kind of representation, and yours are so well written!!!) That said, could I get a shameless smut Daemon x poc!fem focused on his rings, as if reader is very attracted to his hands and rings and even fantasizes about him fingering her and he notices and gives her what she wants please?

Daemon Targaryen*Rings

Pairing: Daemon x f!reader

Word count 2540

Warnings: flirting, teasing, hand fetish, rings, fingering, orgasm, nipple play, biting, smut 18+

Translations Zaldrīzesītsos – little dragon Ñuha qēlos – my star

a/n: first of all thank u annon ur so sweet <3 but also it should not be this hard to find poc ppl for my post headers smh i use pintrest but any other suggestions are appreciated

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It felt like the small council meetings drew on longer and longer as the months moved by. Sure, the wine was nice but that was only because you had it imported from Essos yourself. Most of the issues these men babbled about were of little concern to you anyhow as you were only here to represent your families across the seas while these men whined about taxes and castles. The only pleasure you got from these meetings was catching your Daemon’s eye across the table.

In all your time in Westeros he was the only one you could stand, and you supposed it helped that he was the one you were betrothed too. The arrangement had only been settled last week and you smiled when you noticed the dragon ring wrapped around his ring finger, a gift you had had carved from Valyrian steel when your engagement was struck.

Your mind began to wander further as the men droned on about something they would never decide upon anyhow. While usually you would stare into the stars instead your eyes were focused on Daemons hands. How they lazily lifted the wine to his sweet lips, how his fingers trailed over the curve of the glass in his boredom, or how whenever he grew frustrated, he clenched them into a fist so tight you wondered if his nails cut his palms.

Some may worry about a dragon being violent or unpredictable, but you were far too distracted by how you could use their fire to good use. Daemon had recently begun to deck his fingers out in fine silvers and stones with multiple rings on each hand. When he learned any man of importance in Essos wore a ring on each finger, he slowly began to adopt the practise. Three on one hand, two on the other. Soon he’d have quite the collection, not that you were complaining.

You wondered what it would feel like if he would leave the rings on. How the cool metal would sting your skin when he grabbed your hips like he so loved to do. Or even how it would feel when his fingers slipped inside of you, bringing you to the edge with only one hand. It was almost a challenge to Daemon; learning what to do to make you turn to water in front of him. It was a welcomed challenged to you.

“my lady!” A sharp voice shocked you from your thoughts, your head snapping up with a bewildered expression you tried to cover but you knew you had failed from the way Daemon smirked holding back his laugh, “are there any foreign affairs this week we should be concerned about?” Otto Hightower asked with a pointed look.

“no, my lord,” you said with a tight-lipped smile. The man was slimy since the day you first were forced to make his acquaintance. “Essos manages to run itself quite well, no issues on our side,” you said as you sipped your wine before adding, “though I think the crowns payment for their latest shipments of silks from the east is still pending but im sure you had that covered my lord,”

Otto did his best to cover his sneer as he nodded his head, “of course my lady. I’ll even see to it myself,” he said, his eyes not wavering from your gaze leaving you both in a stalemate.

An awkward clap from the king himself broke ottos gaze. Ha, you thought, bet you there Hightower. “well, that’s everything for today then. Thank you all for your sage advice and council but you are all dismissed for now. Lord Hightower a moment please?” The king said, barely managing to stand on his own as everyone began to filter out the room.

You had always made sure to sit at the chair farthest from the king so your exit would be the quickest, but it did not stop Daemon from catching up to you as you reached the stairs. “my lady,” Daemon said, and you didn’t even have to look up to see the smirk on his face. “are you quite alright? You seemed distracted today?”

“my mind had elsewhere to be my lord but do not fret,” you said, matching his tone as you took his arm to walk down the stairs, “your future wife is not gone with the fairies quite yet,” Daemon chuckled at the way you had began to pick up the Westerosi phrases the longer you were at court but with no more evidence he could not protest the issue any longer.

When dinner rolled around Daemon had invited you to join his supper in his chambers with three of his highest-ranking gold cloaks. Something about ensuring you had friends in high up places who were good with their swords as Daemon had put it. You tried to join in with the conversation, but your mind constantly wandered, your eyes flickering back to your betrothed, his hands specifically that was.

It was a fascination you did not know you had until the council meeting earlier but now you were fascinated with each movement and each ring. “careful my lord your lady wife looks like she’s readying to rob you of your rings,” one of the men’s jokes snapped your attention back to them.

All the men chuckled, and you did your best to force one out, “that’d be rather pointless,” Daemon chuckled, flexing his fingers to show off his rings. Gods that were not helping the arousal growing in your stomach. “most of them were gifts from her, weren’t they ñuha qēlos?” Daemon said, his eyes flickering back to you.

It was like the wind knocked out your lungs for a moment as you stared into those lilac eyes, “yes,” you eventually managed to stutter out, ignoring the curious look from Daemon however luckily the rest of the men had drunk so much wine they hadn’t the faintest clue this was out of the ordinary for you.

“perhaps we should call it a night,” Daemon said after a moment, standing from his chair, “before you drink me out of house and home,” he laughed as he helped the men to their feet. You did your best not to embarrass yourself again as the men dismissed themselves, bowing goodbye to you in a way you would never get used to.

When Daemon finally shut the door, you turned to begin gathering the plates into a stack, ignoring how Daemons eyes were fixed onto you. “you were rather quiet tonight ñuha qēlos,” he said, leaning against the door with his arms folded over his chest, “something the matter?”

“no,” you said glancing back at him with a fake smile, “just tired from a long day,”

“tired?” Daemon questioned, not moving from the door. You looked back ready to lie again when you noticed him playing with his rings. Your movements paused, your eyes locking onto the way he twisted the ring around his finger. When you saw Daemon looked up you quickly turned your eyes. “you don’t look tired,” he mused as he pushed himself off the door, lazily sauntering to your side as you tried to keep yourself busy.

“how kind of you my lord,” you rolled your eyes, trying to put your walls up when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist. “my lord- “

“we have servants to clean,” Daemon cut you off, pulling you to face him, your body just inches from his. You tried to think of something to say but you couldn’t as you felt his rings press into your wrist, wondering how they’d feel in other places. There was something about the way Daemon gazed down at you, his eyes unmoving that made your words stick in your throat, “if I didn’t know any better,” Daemon said as his free hand moved to hold your chin up, his lips now so close but so far away, “I’d say you were hiding something from me,”

“what would I have to hide my lord?” You said but now your voice could barely go above a whisper.

Daemon stepped in closer, his body now flush against yours, “I’ve never seen you so quiet. Tell me zaldrīzesītsos,” he mused, leaning down till his lips brushed against your ear, “what has been on that pretty little mind all day?” He whispered, before gently kissing your ear.

“nothing,” you said but you could not hide the shakiness in your voice.

Daemons hands moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest, “you can tell me ñuha qēlos. After all who am I to judge for what the heart wants,” he said, moving to look you in the eyes once more, “I only wish to help you, my lady. After all it is a husband’s duty to keep his wife pleased,” Daemon said before kissing the hollow of your throat, his head moving to rest on your shoulder.

“there is something,” you said after a few moments making Daemons head perk up. “its not important,” you tried to brush it off, but Daemon began to shush you.

His hands moved to cup your face, the rings metal feeling cool against your skin, “all your wants are important to me,” he said, his lips brushing against yours, “now tell me. What is it you want?”

“you,” you whispered as your hands moved to hold his wrists, “your hands, your fingers. I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you said, moving your head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand.

Daemon kept one hand on your face, the other moving to rest on your hip, “that’s all you had to say,” he said before you felt his lips crash onto yours. You couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, your body desperate from your mind’s thoughts all day. Daemon gripped your hip tightly, his other hand moving to the back of your neck so you couldn’t escape but you had no plans of that.

Daemon began to pull at your skirts, desperate to feel your skin on his. Your hands moved to the ties of your dress, making quick work of the fittings till you felt your clothes loosen. Daemon quickly pushed the dress down your shoulders, not caring as it hit the floor and got crumpled beneath his feet. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing it harshly making you gasp into the kiss as you felt the cold metal digging in.

You began to tug on his shirt and Daemon wasted no time in breaking the kiss to pull of his own clothes. You moved back, sitting on the table as you watched him undress till, he was bare in front of you. Your hands roamed his chest as he finally pulled himself free of his trousers. As Daemon went to reach for his hands to pull his rings off your hand shot out to grab his wrist. Daemon looked at you, his eyebrow raised in confusion, “leave them on,” you said, kissing his shoulder as your hand moved to hold his. “I like the rings,” you said as you traced the precious metals.

Daemon chuckled as he stepped closer, his hands moving to grab your hips, “good to know,” he hummed, his head dipping to capture your lips again.

He squeezed the flesh of your hips, the rings digging in making you moan into the kiss. Deciding to test the waters Daemon placed a soft spank on your ass, loving the way you gasped when the cool metal bit your flesh. After a few moments of enjoying himself and your noises Daemon turned his attention to you.

Your breathing caught as you felt on of his hands trail over the tops of your thigh, inching closer and closer to your wetness where you craved his touch. You whined when you felt him swipe a finger up your folds and heard him chuckle at your noises. “someone’s eager,” he said, his lips moving from yours to your jaw, kissing down your neck as he teased his fingers around your hole.

“please,” you whined as Daemon bit down on your collarbone, “I need you,” you whined as he pushed two fingers in, feeling the way he was already stretching you out. Daemon began to leave dark purple hickeys on your chest, knowing exactly where to leave them to avoid being caught. As Daemon began to curl his fingers you gasped when you felt his rings, loving the way the cool feeling against your wet skin.

“so desperate,” Daemon muttered, kissing down your chest, “so perfect,” he mumbled as he kissed around your nipple making it harden. Daemon chuckled as he saw your body’s reaction before taking in his mouth, sucking on it gently at first.

Your hand moved to his hair, tugging on his silver strands as you felt a familiar knot tighten in your stomach. Daemons spare hand moved to your free breast, squeezing it harshly making his rings press into the soft skin and making you moan again. “such pretty noises,” Daemon said, releasing your nipple for only a moment before he began sucking on it harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

You gasped as Daemon softly bit your nipple. You squirmed as Daemon moved his hand, repositioning it so his thumb could rub soft circles into your aching clit. “Daemon,” you whined as you felt yourself get closer with each pump of his fingers.

“look at you,” Daemon said before biting your chest making you gasp and your hips buck, “do you like when I fuck you with my fingers?” He asked, his lips ghosting over your skin.

“yes,” you whined, desperate for his lips against you again.

“you wanna come undone on my fingers, don’t you?” He said, nipping at your skin, his fingers curling to find an all too familiar spot making your body jerk.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, threatening to spill when he gave the command, “yes,” you moaned, not caring how loud it was as your fingers grasped his hair. “please,” you whined as Daemon kissed your neck. “I can’t wait anymore,”

Daemon moved his lips to hover against your ear, his breath fanning your neck, “then don’t,” Daemon whispered, biting your earlobe again, “I wanna see you fall apart on my fingers,” he said, his curling precise and his lips sucking harshly on your neck. You couldn’t hold back anymore, your legs twitching with each curl of his fingers and rub of your clit before your orgasm crashed through your body, your hands clutching onto Daemon as you rode it out not caring how loud you may be.

As you came down from your high, your legs feeling like mush and your body sweaty, you fell into Daemons chest. Daemon stroked your back, kissing your forehead gently. “so, you like the rings then?” He said, a smirk in his voice.

You looked up, laughing slightly as you regained your strength, “I guess you could say that”

Daemon lifted your chin with a finger, kissing your lips softly, “I’ll have to buy some more then,” he said before pulling you to stand from the table, his arms wrapping around your waist, “but im not done with you yet zaldrīzesītsos,”

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[chimivx]

yellow. (7)

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader (and always ot7)

summary: The first of many sleepless, tear filled nights.

word count: 6,060

warnings: 18+, sexual content, mental health topics, depress!on, (idk if the actual word will censor my post), IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!

a/n: we’ve all read vegas, we know what happens, we know what’s about to go down… apologies for angst, but not every relationship is perfect. i love these two with my whole heart, they gonna make it through okay?!

Sunny poked at you the entire ride home. Comment after comment, question after question, she wouldn’t give it a rest.

Sitting next to the window with your arms folded tight over your chest, you held your focus out the glass, your lips pressed together firmly, not letting her hear a word. Stone cold, your face revealed nothing to her, gave her no clue as to what had happened to make you storm out of the dressing room, brush past the boys without saying a word, and get into the car without a look backward.

Aside from Sunny’s prodding words, your phone vibrated like mad, and when you finally gave in and checked the screen, there wasn’t a single message from the person you had hoped would say something. Seven from Jungkook, one from Sunny, another attempt at getting you to speak, and two from Hoseok.

Jungkook wanted to know what happened. Not trying to be nosey, he’d added to the end of one of the messages. He also wanted to make sure you were okay.

Hoseok inquired the same. Two short messages, one thanking you for the day, and the other a minor question of what had gone down before the boys hurried out of the dressing room.

Jin must’ve been saying things. But, then again, they weren’t stupid, they all heard you and Yoongi, and most had been suspicious throughout the day as well. Jin liked to talk, and you’ve never held it against him until now. He and Yoongi were the closest, it was obvious Yoongi was telling him what was going on by the way the oldest hurried off when you approached the two…

You haven’t mentioned much to Sunny, your relationship was your business and something you intended to keep between you and the person you were involved with so that when shit like this went down, it didn’t affect the way your friends viewed the situation. If Yoongi had shared whatever with Jin, and Jin was telling the others that meant the boys were beginning to see you in a different light.

And that makes it all hurt a bit worse.

Arriving home without a word, Sunny accepted defeat. Your best friend unlocked your apartment door for you and let you shut yourself in your bedroom, knowing you’d come to her when you were ready.

The space you shared with her was small, just a little bigger than her New York apartment, this one having two bedrooms. The kitchen was a tiny thing with the cutest little table with two mismatched chairs on each end, and on the opposite wall was a sage green loveseat that has certainly seen better days. A short bookshelf lived between both spaces, separating the two, and on the walls to the left and right were the doors to your bedrooms.

Sunnys was bright, and colorful and done up to her liking, while yours was primarily bare, white walled with printed photos scattered in a handmade gallery. Some of your artwork was hung up, along with some pieces you and Yoongi messed with together.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, the grey blanket soft as a feather beneath you, your eyes scanned the mess of clothes on the floor, some belonging to Yoongi. Groaning, you press your forehead into your palms and take a long, shaky deep breath.

The sky outside was beginning to light up, the sun making its first early morning appearance. You’d been awake for nearly twenty four hours. You were exhausted, and all the more heartbroken. 

Kicking off your shoes, ignoring the tears welling in your eyes, you crawled back to your pillows and laid down, not even bothering to cover yourself with the blanket. Laying on your side facing the window, your body and mind were tired, but you couldn’t bring yourself to close your eyes. So it would be another tortuous night of shitty sleep.

Letting the tears slip onto the pillowcase, you settled for watching the sunrise, hoping your mind would somehow turn off and you could sleep, or exhaust yourself completely that you’d pass out without even knowing.

It was eerily quiet here. The apartment you shared with Sunny was in an oddly calm, silent neighborhood. Even the neighbors next door were respectful enough to barely make themselves heard. Sometimes you forgot they were there. It was nothing like New York.

No sirens to lull you to sleep, no balcony to sit on even if it were freezing outside, no people chattering on the streets below your window… It was too quiet.

You wondered if you’d have to move back home, or back in with Sunny in New York. After this, if it was truly over, you wondered if you’d have to leave, pack up your stuff and fly home. Would you be able to keep your job? The pay was decent right now, you’d love to have to not give that up, but if the pain was too great to stick around… If the company would even let you stick around. Yoongi could be meeting with Bang right now, telling him to get rid of you.

Without missing a beat you knew he’d listen to him too. One mentioned from any of the boys that they wanted you out, and you were out. The company looked for every reason regardless of what the boys said to keep you out, keep you from succeeding. They’re just waiting for something like this to happen to finally have a decent reason to fire you. If you were on the way out, what did that mean for Sunny? Would they fire her, too?

The last time you spoke to your parents, a month or so ago, a vague conversation about where you were and who you were with, they told you you’d never make it over here. Not a detail was shared about the boys, about Yoongi, about what you were officially doing for work. They knew you were in Seoul. They knew you were working with a company. They knew you were creating art. Everything else, you literally were legally not allowed to say.

Moving back home, losing this job, it would all just be the icing on the cake. Another failure for your parents to hang over your head.

It was too goddamn fucking quiet.

Sitting up quick, reaching for the small table next to your bed, you pull open the drawer and fish out a pair of headphones that you plugged into your phone. Shoving the buds in your ears you swipe open to your music and shuffle all the songs, letting whatever beat that was chosen fill the vacant space in your mind, chasing away all the thoughts that lingered.

For another half hour you laid curled up on your pillows, hands tucked beneath your head, lost in the music of an artist that pulled you through college. Their music always there for you when it seemed like no one else possibly could be.

Your eyes, heavier now that you’ve calmed yourself, wanted to close. Before you let them, you sat up one last time, unclasping your bra only for the sake of being more comfortable. Slipping it out from underneath the shirt you wore, a folded piece of paper fell out with it into your lap. Tossing the garment aside, you picked up the paper and sighed.

Part of you wanted to open it. Part of you wanted to chuck it to the cluttered floor. Your heart decided to place it in the drawer of your bedside table. 

Settling back down onto the pillows you focused on your music and let your eyes close, taking a steady deep breath, longing for a long slumber that’ll bring you into another day of work, thankfully in another twenty four hours. 

Now that the shoot was done, all the footage was captured, it was time to put it together. While working on Run, when you got to this part, this was where all the fun started. Editing the video, watching the piece actually come together and have your vision come to life… There truly was no feeling like it. To immerse yourself in something that was completely your own, to have your worries slip away while you worked, putting your all into a project that you knew people were going to love.

Your phone buzzed under your pillow.

Sunny quieted down a while ago, she had to have been passed out. The woman loved her sleep, you never dared to wake her, she wasn’t exactly an all nighter type. Lifting your head, sliding your phone from under the cushion by the wire of the headphones, the message on the screen shoved a knife into your gut.

[agust d <3]: Please let me up

Blinking a few times, you weren’t sure what to do. Opening the message you typed something back, and when he answered, your stomach sunk.

[you]: Why are you here?

[agust d <3]: Couldn’t go home. Came here instead. Please let me in.

Taking a long, deep breath, you sat straight up and glared at your bedroom door. Pulling the headphones from your ears the world went silent. Reluctantly, wondering how you were even following through, you stood up in your socks and sulked to the front door, pressing the button on the wall to let Yoongi inside, leaving the door unlocked. Sitting down at the kitchen table, pulling your feet up onto the chair, wrapping your arms around your legs, you rest your chin on one of your knees and wait for him to let himself in.

Two silent minutes passed before the door opened. Bare faced, silver hair a fluffed mess, Yoongi was dressed in sweats and a matching hoodie, chunky sneakers on his feet that he kicked off by the door. You didn’t dare look up at him, instead you let him take in the sight of you tired, quiet and alone. It wasn’t in you to make him feel worse, you knew he already felt bad, you didn’t want to pack on more. But you weren’t exactly going to let him get away with not speaking to you.

So it was up to him. Ball was in his court.

Hesitating by the door after closing and locking it behind him, you watched his feet as he paced the tile of the kitchen for a second until he decided to sit down in the chair across the table from you, slumping down, folding his hands in his lap.

It was quiet for another minute. You were beginning to loathe the quiet.

“Yoongi,” you spoke up first, dropping your feet to the floor, looking up at him to find his eyes wide, and full of something you couldn’t read.

His head shook the slightest, his voice barely a whisper. “That’s not my name.”

A sigh escaped you, your head shifting to the side.

“You said it earlier, too,” he gulped. “And you only say it when shits gone wrong, or when you’re having big feelings, and most times I hate the sound of it. You say it when you’re serious, when shit is real. I hear it when I’m in trouble, I hear it when-”

“You’re not in trouble,” you whispered.

Yoongi sat forward, sliding his hands over top of the table, still folded. His eyes begged your own for an answer. He pleaded with you for help. You weren’t sure if he knew what to do, or how to handle this. You weren’t entirely sure you knew how either.

“You let me walk away,” you said. Yoongi’s brows flipped over even more than they were.

“I shouldn’t have,” he said quickly.

“But you did,” you scoffed. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re going through, because you won’t let me in. I’m not a mind reader, but I sure as hell know when a relationship is over.” The look on his face made you sick. “I’ve been here many times, so maybe it’s me. If you want to break up, just tell me.”

“No,” he gasped, shaking his head, pressing his fingers into the wood. With a quivering voice he said, “I don’t want that… I don’t want to break up.”

“Then what’s going on?” A shrug of your shoulders with no change to your face made him sit back. His gaze broke from yours, falling to the table. He didn’t say anything. An anger roiled within you. Sliding your hands over your face you fall back in your own seat and groan. “Yoongi! This is what I mean.”

His lips curled and his eyes narrowed. “That’s not-”

“It is right now,” you cut him off, tone stern enough to make him look at you. “What is happening? Am I… crazy for not realizing something? Am I crazy for wanting you to talk to me? We used to share so much with each other, and now we don’t do any of that. I literally feel like I’m just sleeping with one of my friends. Which is starting to lose its spark by the way, not to get all cheesy, but we don’t talk anymore. It’s just sex. And work. You liked me better in New York. Now that I’m here, I’m just like everyone else. You liked the chase, and now that you’ve got me, you’re bored.”

An exasperated laugh fell from his lips, one laced with frustration. “You’re so wrong,” he said. “You are so far from the truth, it’s ridiculous.”

Folding your arms, you barely let his words hit you. “Enlighten me, Yoongi, please.”

A groan vibrated from his chest. “Okay,” he took a breath, adjusting himself where he sat. “First of all, you’re not crazy. It’s… It’s me, it’s been me the whole time.” He gulped, taking another breath, like it pained him to have to do this. “I really, really… really struggle with… doing this.” His eyes were darting around you, looking into your own for a few seconds before he had to tear them away. “I’m sorry.”

Nodding, you finally felt some sort of relief that he was slowly opening himself up. “This is all you have to do, D. Just talk to me.”

“Right.” He blinked a couple times, falling quiet once more. 

You gave him a moment. You gave him several moments.

“What’s going on?” Choosing a gentler, calmer tone of voice, you prayed it’d do something. 

“I don’t want to break up,” he said, avoiding your gaze.

“I know,” you sighed.

Yoongi sat backward, burying his face in his hands. When he dropped them he sighed, and he found you on your way to your bedroom, walking away from him. It hurt to have to do it, but he left you with no other choice.

“No,” he said, following you into your room, catching the door you tried to shut in his face. “Stop, don’t. Please, Honey.”

“Honey,” you muttered, flopping down on your bed. “That’s not my name.” You mocked him with his own words.

“Hon- Yeah, okay,” he huffed, sitting beside you, inches away from you. 

Scooting backward, you leaned your back on the wall and sat between the pillows, eyes focused on Yoongi, either waiting for him to leave or waiting for him to get on with it. 

He looked about the floor, then looked about the walls, taking everything in within the small room, letting his eyes linger on a piece of art you two drew together one late sleepless night right here within these walls. You had laughed, you had hung over each others backs, shameless traveling hands while the other held the pencil, the night ending with the notepad slipping to the floor in a forgotten clobber.

“No one,” he began, keeping your full attention, “has ever gotten to this point. With me.”

“Oh, I’m so honored,” you deadpanned. He shot you a look you deserved.

“You want me to talk? Let me talk,” he spat, and it stung. Definitely deserved. “You know you’re no different than I am.” “Once again, Yoongi, enlighten me.”

He scowled. “What happened between me and my parents is exactly what happened between you and yours. Except mine left me numb and unable to get close to anybody, and yours left you with too many feelings and the need to cling to anyone who shows you any kind of love or support.”

It should hurt more, but he wasn’t wrong.

“I’m sorry.” His voice shook when the shock appeared on your lips. “See, this is why I don’t talk.” He swallowed, hard. “Everything that has ever happened to me has made me this way. I can’t talk about myself, I can’t open up, I can’t let anyone get close, because it’s scary. I’m scared. Anyone who has ever wiggled their way through has ended up leaving me somehow, someway. My parents didn’t show me any kind of love that the other guys grew up with.”

“I didn’t grow up with that love either, I still don’t get it from them,” you shrugged. Yoongi lifted a hand to prove his point.

“You have so much of it to give,” he whispered. “I can’t match that.”

Lurching forward, you crawled closer to him and sat by his side, tucking your legs under you. “Yes, you can.”

“How?” He smirked, shaking his head.

“By doing this,” you breathed. Placing your hands to his cheeks you turned him toward you, forcing him to bring his feet on the bed, folding them in front of him. “This is enough, this is all I want, I just want you to talk to me, I want you to let me in.”

You swore a tear sparkled in his eye. “You’re gonna hate it.”

“I would never,” you whispered, dragging your thumbs over his smooth skin. “I could never hate it. Could never hate you.”

Yoongi bit his bottom lip, bringing it between his teeth as his eyes flickered to your lips. “You’re a happy person.”

“D, listen to yourself and everything you just said about me,” you said. “You see me. And apparently, that’s what I crave, and you’re giving it to me. This thing isn’t one-sided, I need to know what to give you, I need to know what to do to help you.”

A small shrug came off of him, one you felt in your hands. His eyebrows flipped for a moment, until he looked at you and whispered, “I don’t know what that is.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, one you didn’t feel coming. Yoongi swiped it away, then took your hands from his face and held them within his own. An energy came off of him that you’ve never felt before, except maybe from yourself, years ago in the start of your college years. 

Sitting here, holding his hands, you squeezed them gently, staring down at them. Yoongi did the same, watching you cry for a moment before his eyes dropped to where you were connected together, his fingers holding onto you desperately. 

Letting your mind wander over everything he’s told you, including the past, the trauma’s he’s been through but joked about, something seemed to click, and it washed over you with nausea.

“D,” you whispered, looking up at him. He met your eyes after a few seconds. “Are you okay?” His lips wanted to prick down into a frown, but he suppressed it. A piece of you wanted to freak out, truly. It was like talking to a stubborn ass child. Taking a breath, you tried again. “I’m here for you,” you continued in a whisper. “No matter what you tell me, I’m not going anywhere. I moved halfway across the globe for you, you really think I’ll leave?” A laugh came out of him. A real, genuine small burst of air that forced him to smile for a millisecond. “Come here.”

Tugging on his hands you maneuvered the two of you backward, laying down on your pillows. Yoongi, nervous to take it too far, followed your lead, letting you wrap his arm around your waist where you snuggled into his side. Pulling the blanket over top of you both, you turned to face him, snaking an arm beneath his neck to toy with his hair. 

His left arm hung over your waist, his other between you, thumb drawing gentle circles beneath your lips. Foreheads inches apart, his eyes danced all over you, studying you, taking you in. Then, his brows plummeted.

“Did you not shower?” he asked.

Smiling, you said, “Why, do I stink?”

“No,” he whispered, smiling with you. “You still have makeup on, you’re still… in my shirt.” The dots connected, making him pull his lips together. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” you said. “You had nothing to do with whether or not I wanted to shower. I could’ve gotten one if I wanted.”

His fingers paused. “I don’t want this to happen again.” You gave him a hum, a small, positive sound to keep him going. “Me, being the reason that you’re crying, that you��re hurt, that you’re not taking care of yourself.”

“D, it’s one shower,” you attempted a giggle.

“I don’t care,” he whispered. “It’s one shower too many. You don’t deserve to feel this way, you’ve done so much for me… You literally just said it, you moved across the globe, and for what? For me to feel sad, and act like a jerk?  That’s so ridiculously shitty, and I’m sorry.”

You watched him speak, the words coming out of him like blazing flames and smoke. It didn’t seem possible for your heart to swell and also sink at the same time, but it did. Licking your lips, Yoongi watching, you took a deep breath and asked, “You feel sad?”

Immediately realizing that he didn’t know what to say, you didn’t try to back track. Letting the words settle, letting the question do its job knowing he just spilled that to you on his own, this was how it was going to go. He would get fired up over something regarding you, and his own secrets would come out. It just shattered your heart to think that he’s been feeling this way and you aren’t even sure for how long.

“Yeah,” he sighed, or gasped, you weren’t sure which. The confession wasn’t even blurred, it came from his lips with ease, like he’d been dying for someone to notice, someone to care. Tears overcame you, ones that you couldn’t swallow away. “No, don’t cry, Honey, please.” His fingers wiped at your wet cheeks, his own eyes dry.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to,” you whispered, tangling your fingers tight into his hair, scooting yourself closer to him so that your chests were pressed together, your face buried in his neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it, D. I know life has been hard, but I didn’t think it was going that far. How did I not see it?”

He clung to you, holding you tight against him. “Because I didn’t let you,” he mumbled. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute between his lungs. “And I’m trying to not be pissed at myself for upsetting you by telling you.”

Peeking up to look at him you shook your head. “Please don’t be mad at yourself, I’m so glad you told me.”

“You sure look it,” he joked.

Huffing a laugh, you tucked your face into his collar bone. “You’re insufferable, how are you making jokes right now?”

“I have to,” he admitted. “Or, it becomes too much.”

Pressing a soft kiss to the base of his neck, you sighed. This internalized feeling of sadness, that sounded more like depression, was inevitable and something he couldn’t fight. Shoving away the thought that you packed on more, or added more to it, you kept telling yourself that you didn’t know, and that truthfully, mental health struggles were no reason to act like an asshole. You still felt washed with shame, knowing you purposefully did some things to tick him off. You kissed his neck again.

“I’m sorry if I-”

“Stop,” he sighed. “I know exactly what you’re going to say, don’t say it.”

Tipping your chin up, you lowered your brows. “But, I-” “No,” Yoongi looked down at you, breath heavy, brushing your noses together. “Just kiss me again.”

Catching your lips with his, the kiss is feverish and rushed, like he hadn’t kissed you since yesterday, which he hadn’t. A sense of comfort washed over you, a spark igniting in your heart, the feeling of familiarity. Even between quick bursts of shared air and the fervent way he was kissing you, like he couldn’t get enough, he was him, and he was here, and you had made progress.

The hand around your waist slid down your backside, gripping beneath your knee to guide you to hook your leg around his waist. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he pushed further into you, rolling you onto your back, granting you the room to swing your other leg around him. Holding himself up above you, he lowered himself a bit on his elbows, his body weight warming you, caging you in against the mattress.

You couldn’t press yourself any closer to him than you already were, your back was arcing off the bed, coercing him closer, and when he dropped himself more, a gasp came out of you onto his lips, his tongue quick to slip inside with the new access. 

He needed you, and he wasn’t being shy about it.

Then again, he never was. And neither were you.

Dragging your tongue over his own you released your arms and moved them between you, until he cut you off, pulling away from your lips with a smack.

“Stop,” he whispered, looking down at you, eyes dark.

Yours went slightly wide, freezing under him. “Okay,” you whispered back, voice small.

“Do you want that?” he asked, flickering his gaze all over your face. You did the same to him.

“I do,” you answered after a beat. 

Yoongi gulped, hesitating as much as you had. “Then let me do it.”

Your nod was tiny. “Okay,” you whispered.

He nodded with you, waiting for you to say anything else before he held himself up over you and slid his hands down your body. He touched his lips to yours gently, with care, eyes closing as his fingers took their time tugging down the leggings you wore. Lifting your body to help him, he tossed them to the floor and pulled off his sweats, his lips still working against yours. It was slow, calculated, he wasn’t in any rush, and your heart was ready to burst.

“Take this off, too,” your voice was muffled by his lips, your hands messing with his hoodie. “Please.”

Without a word he listened to you, tugging off his hoodie from the back. His hair, messy over his forehead, made you melt. Here in the early glow of the morning, sun peeking into your room now, casting him in a subtle orange haze, he was stunning. Tired eyes gazed down at you as he settled over top of you like he was, pressing a kiss to your lips while he reached for the drawer of your bedside table.

Fumbling around in it for a second, he paused and pulled back to glance over at whatever he had found. You heard the paper he held in his fingers, your notes he had written on, and weren’t surprised when he dropped it onto your chest still covered by his shirt. Meeting his eyes, they said everything he wanted to say, and you knew yours did too. 

Pushing the drawer shut, keeping his eyes on yours, you prayed that he would understand, that you were telling him you read what he said while he bit down on the plastic wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth. Wrapping your arms around his neck like they once were, you lifted your head to kiss him as he situated himself, but then tossed your head back with a desperate gasp as he wasted no time and pushed himself inside of you.

His hips dared to move, but your nails digging into his shoulders stopped him. “Hang on, hang on, hang on,” your whisper was breathless, and rushed. Yoongi, eyebrows knitted together, watching you writhe beneath him with your eyes squeezed shut, took shallow breaths. 

After a heavy exhale, he whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

“Just wait a second.” Looking up at him, you slid your hands to his cheeks, giving them a slight puff. A smile tried to peek through on his squished lips.

“I’d wait forever.”

Your lips parted, eyebrows going soft. Dipping his chin down he caught your lips in the sweetest kiss, and once he looked down at you, you were nodding, gazing up at him. “Go. Please.”

The corners of his lips perked up when your arms found sanctuary around his shoulders again, your fingers lacing within the silver of his hair. For a moment, he watched you, the two of you laying here, tangled together, as close as you possibly could be. A kiss met your lips, one as soft as ever, and with a matching push of his hips, a quiet, breathless, “I love you,” tumbled from his lips.

One thirty in the afternoon, peacefulness hanging around the apartment, your bedroom door creaked open, disturbing the quiet. Slipping out of the crack he pulled the door to, Yoongi turned toward it to watch the doorknob as he shut it easily, without a sound. You were still asleep, and after working for so long, he didn’t intend to wake you up.

Shirtless, sweats hanging off his scrawny hips, he spun around in his socks and nearly jumped out of his skin. Sunny, smiling with her lips pressed together tight, watched him exit your bedroom. Beside her on the couch, eyes wide, sat Jin. Both were dressed like it was their day off, sweatpants, bare faces and natural hair. Sunny’s was unruly, her curls sweeping over her back in gorgeous black waves.

“Oh, hello,” she smized, proud that she caught him in the act. “Happy to see you come out of there.”

Yoongi rubbed one of his eyes, looking between her and Jin dumbfounded. His brother, with eyes still wide, shook his head.

“How long have you been here?” Yoongi asked him.

Jin scoffed. “How long have you been here?!”

“Last night,” Yoongi shrugged, then trudged into the kitchen. His friends twisted on the couch to follow him.

“Last night?!” Jin shouted. 

Grabbing a glass, Yoongi whipped himself around and shot a glare at him. “Shut up,” he hissed. “Don’t wake her up.”

“Yoongi we’ve been yelling at each other for hours, you two can sleep through anything,” Sunny laughed.

Feeling himself smile, Yoongi faced the kitchen sink and filled his glass with cold water. Sunny and Jin started talking about something they must’ve been discussing before he interrupted them, because Yoongi had no idea what the hell they were saying. Well, he had no idea what Sunny was saying, Jin was surely just staring at her.

Turning around to lean against the counter, he swallowed a laugh. Lips pouted with concentration, eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips, his fists tightening to keep from grabbing the hands she was speaking with… Yoongi tilted his head a bit. Jin was enthralled. He was entranced, he was bewitching, beguiled. He was whatever ridiculous word Yoongi could think of.

Jin liked Sunny. He always has.

But Jin liked liked Sunny.

Yoongi’s only ever seen his brother come over with emotion like this once before, and it wasn’t pretty. Jin’s heart was a rarity, something hard to unlock, hard to crack. Unlike Yoongi however, Jin had so much love to give yet nowhere to put it. It was overwhelming really, at least for Yoongi. Once Jin had anyone in his circle of ‘I care deeply about you’, it was hard to get out. The two boys were similar though in the sense that… Jin didn’t know how to show it.

Here on the couch, pining after the tall, curvy beauty with mocha colored skin, Jin was bursting at the seams, with love, with need, with the urge to hold her hand. But, Yoongi knew he wouldn’t do it. At least not with him standing right here.

It was funny how Sunny pretended to not notice the way Jin looked at her. She was a beautiful woman, maybe she was just used to charming people with her charismatic eyes and soothing voice. Yoongi knows he’s lost you many times because of that, and you aren’t shy to admit it. She reminded Yoongi of Jimin in that sense, to which you’d catch him and have him admitting you’ve lost him to his charismatic eyes and soothing voice. Jimin had a way of captivating his audience no matter the setting. Whether he be in a restaurant or walking down the street, he didn’t need to be onstage to have people swooning left and right.

Blinking a few times, shaking the Jimin out of his brain, Yoongi is reminded to ask you about something funny the charmer had said to him yesterday on set. It was just after you had run out of the room with Jungkook chasing behind you, a thought that made him smile. The relationship you share with the kid is Yoongi’s favorite of them all.

After everything you all endured yesterday, after the night you shared together hours ago, Yoongi searches his brain, praying he can remember what Jimin had said to him. It was quiet, he had whispered it, and it was as soon as Jungkook was out of earshot. Amidst the chatter that echoed off the tiled walls, he can’t piece together if it was a question or not.

…likes someone?

Does Yoongi like someone? Yoongi is dating you, of course he likes you, he loves you. Jimin was zipping his pants when he stepped toward Yoongi to say it, what the hell did he ask? He was eager about it too, it seemed. Like he wanted to know as soon as possible, but they were pulled out of the room faster than he could repeat himself.

…likes someone? 

He? He likes someone? 

No, it was much longer than that. 

What do you… What does it… How do you…

Oh! That was it, that was the start.

How do you-

“There she is,” Sunny raised her voice, all attention diverted toward your bedroom door where you emerged with a proper little smile on your lips and Yoongi’s hoodie on your body. His heart just about fell out of his chest. You looked so cute with your sleepy eyes and messy hair, still wishing to be wrapped up in your blankets as you padded over to him quickly.

The sleeves of his hoodie covered your hands as you stretched out your arms the closer you got to him. Setting his glass down on the counter, his own smile grew as he caught you, loving the feeling of your arms sliding around his waist. Laying yourself over top of him you prop your chin on his chest and look up at him, batting your lashes.

“Hi,” he whispered.

Your smile softened. “Hi.”

“You're so pretty.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you swallowed a giggle.

“I mean it.” He kissed the tip of your nose, and when you opened your eyes he said, “I wanna talk to you.”

A sigh escaped you. “Of course.”

Taking a peek at how you were latched onto him, his grin widened before he gave you a real kiss, not caring if your friends were paying attention or not. It’d be a good thing to show them you guys were alright, especially if either of them caught wind of what was going on yesterday. Yoongi didn’t say a word to Jin, and didn’t know whether or not you had said anything to Sunny. 

Another thing to talk about, he notes. He could do this.

He wanted to scoop you up in his arms and carry you back into your bedroom with how you looked up at him as you parted from the kiss. Holding you tighter, he took a breath.

“I love you,” you whispered to him.

He blushed, he could feel it, and you caught him. “I love you, too.”

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totk spoilers but are we ACTUALLY meant to think it’s poetic or flattering or triumphant that Rauru was like “oh YEAH? Well in thousands of years this guy called Link is gonna kick your ass”

How much has he even heard about Link? He must have had at least one more conversation about him with Zelda because the Master Sword doesn’t come up in the Zelda and Sonia tear, and by the King’s Duty tear Rauru’s just like oh don’t worry, if we don’t finish Ganondorf off I’m sure your bf can handle him. As I’ve said before, his “We rely on your knight” line rubbed me the wrong way starting with its appearance in the trailer, and it really does not feel less entitled after watching said knight (and that legendary sword he carries) very very VERY nearly get one-shotted by Ganondorf at the beginning of the game. And Zelda knows this! What does she feel watching her Better Dad Substitute sacrifice himself and simultaneously sic the evil bad guy on Link—a siccing which explicitly shapes Ganondorf’s attitude towards Link at the beginning of the game? At what point did she have the emotion of “welp. I know why Ganondorf knew Link’s name now.” The musical blending of the LOZ theme/hero’s theme with Rauru’s theme seems to suggest that it’s not an emotion meant to be had at exactly that moment, but I cannot watch Rauru sneer “remember that name” without yelling HE DOESN’T NEED THAT INFORMATION at the screen.

I played through the GSI in Japanese recently and Rauru did seem a touch less entitled to Link than I’ve been reading him—mostly because of the formal, polite, outgroup-equal language he used with him—but I still can’t get over the extent to which Rauru heard about Link a few times and decided, sight unseen, that he was going to clean up Rauru’s mess. My man what made you think that. What gave you the right to decide that. And how frightening to be Zelda and watch Rauru pin all the world’s hope on her beloved knight who Ganondorf absolutely fucking wiped the floor with. We see this worry in her in the Master Sword in Time cutscene! To what extent can Zelda’s transformation and before that her petition to the other tribes of Hyrule for Link’s sake be understood as a forced action due to Rauru’s conviction that Link could do this no sweat? Almost entirely, I feel—but does the game know that?

I just. Isn't it intentional? Doesn't it have to be? The fact that Rauru already needs the correction, once, that he cannot and should not face the Demon King alone. Then his melodramatic claim that Link has got this on lock. Then Zelda being like 😬 not sure about this actually and going through the whole process of talking to the ancient sages + draconifying for the sake of the Master Sword. Because Rauru absolutely set Link up to fail and Zelda is the one making sure Link has the resources, including the support of others, he needs to succeed. And the game is so much about community, about not doing things on your own.

And yet the way the scene is scored and animated and the way all the other characters talk about Rauru's sacrifice seems to treat this as a a moment of culmination, of triumph. I am getting such mixed messages here.

Understand, I’m saying all of this with an aching fondness for this poor self-deluded hypocrite. And also teeth-grinding frustration. I think he deserves to feel suffocatingly humiliated when Link almost didn’t survive Ganondorf’s attack and I also have tremendous sympathy for the shame and terror that it might be far too late to correct his mistake that he must have felt as he waited for Link to wake up. Both of those things. Hopelessly lonely man who found people to love him and built himself into a role he was never adequate for. I wish the game looked at this a little more. I wish I could tell if the game intended this at all.

(This is not the most intelligently written post but I assure you I mean every word of it.)

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» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › a/b/o, slice of life » PAIRING(S) › kim taehyung x reader » WORD(S) › 3k+ » SYNOPSIS › There's one thing you will always do for your omega and that is make sure he's happy, loved, and completely satisfied. » WARNING(S) › alpha!f!reader, omega!taehyung, taehyung being a sweetheart, sub!tae, domme!reader, mentions of your relationship being a social pariah by some, taehyung being loved, their wolves can talk to each other, fluctuation of nicknames because why not. » SMUT WARNING(S) › consented somnophilia, tae sub drops, soft aftercare, pussy eating, ass play, strap-on usage, cowgirl positions, domme/sub dynamic, taehyung just wants to please his alpha, soft!domme!reader, feral wolves, handjob, tae riding a strap-on, cowboy tae (tae rides the strap). » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 01/17/2022 » RE-POSTED DATE › 01/04/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! they’re so cute. Anyway, thanks for reading lovelies. I decided to write small drabbles for them because I love this couple so much but this was the very first.

'Pretty, Pretty. Mate Pretty.'

You could hear your wolf vibrating with excitement as you rubbed your finger over the mole on his cheek and smiled. He looks so stunning cuddled into your side. You want him to sleep, but you also want him to wake up so you can play again.

'Touch mate!' She's going feral as you can feel it.

With your hand down his pants, you trace your finger over the tip of his dick until you can feel him harden under your touch. Plus it was your little prince's birthday and what better way to show how much you love him than to wake him with your lips wrapped around his cock.

He squirms, trying to get comfortable no doubt his body is unsure of what's happening until he lets a moan slip from his lips. You take to rolling your tongue around the tip, feeling a little of his pre-cum seep onto your tongue. A little salty, A little sweet but all yours. It's when you start to bob your head, he begins to stir slightly but still doesn't wake up.

You lift his legs up to place them over your shoulders as you run your tongue from his pretty hole back to his dick. He shivers around your now-inserted finger. 

“Please…” He desperately whines but he's still not awake. Not yet.

'Mate wants us.' Your wolf whines. 'Go to him, Moon,' You reply, hearing her chirp with excitement.

You feel the moment they connect. You know your wolves are together while you tend to Taehyung. You continue pumping your finger in and out, leaning over his body to begin peppering kisses to his face.

“Wake up, My Prince,” You whisper into his ear before rolling your tongue over your mark that sits right next to his collarbone. His back arches the moment you grace his prostate, his cock straining for some sort of relief as you continue kissing against his neck. 

“Come on, honey. Eyes open.”

Taehyung whines but rubs his eyes the moment he awakens.

"Morning Gorgeous."

You slow down because you don't want him to cum like this.

"My pretty mate."

“Alpha...” Taehyung sighs as you climb up his body to settle your sex on his. He gasps as you start to roll your hips, your pussy pressed against his cock. It's so wet and warm, he's sure he is going to cum soon. He's completely engulfed in your scent (not that he's complaining) but it's a little overwhelming when he first wakes up. “Wan' You.”

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

He reaches for you with a doopy smile the moment you lock gazes. He's so drunk on you as he caresses the mating bite you gave him a couple of weeks ago. An official status update for the two of you. He's been wearing it proudly ever since.

“Tell me what you need, Prince.”

“You… Wan' you so bad, Alpha.” He whispers, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhales your juniper berry and pine scent, all while he’s grinding against you. Your scent is spiking with his lavender and sage and well, if your condo didn't have special walls to keep your scents in then you were sure they probably could smell the both of you all the way in the lobby.

That's how feral you are for each other.

“Alpha Please.”

“Yeah? You want me?” He enthusiastically nods. “Then kiss me, pretty.”

You tap your lips to encourage him as he surges forward to give you one. Starting off slow, he twists his head as a peck turns into soft kissing and eventually a make-out session. 

It's then that he crawls away from you, leaving you confused until he turns you over on your back. He quickly taps your thighs so you know to spread them apart as he settles between them with a smile. His hands on your knees, he leans forward to kiss you one last time before kissing and nipping at your calf causing you to gasp out a moan. 

“Teasing, Are we?”

He only smiles and slowly makes his way down. When he said ‘make love’ last night, he wasn’t kidding because he’s taking his time with you and appreciating every inch of your body.

Like you would for him.

He knows you have insecurities of your own, being a female Alpha in this world is never easy but he wants to wash every worry away with each and every kiss that lands.

“You’re so soft,” He murmurs near your collarbone. “So, sexy.”

“Show your Alpha What you can do,” You gasp, rolling your hips into his erection as he growls. Seeing you so needy and blissed in the euphoria of pleasure is one of his favorite sights. He quickly kisses your breast, nipping into the soft flesh as his right hand caresses the other. He plays with your nipple by rubbing circles into it, feeling it pebble up against his touch. Attaching his mouth to the left nipple, he flicks his tongue over it and gently bites the bud as he’s turned on how loud you are. 

He mewls as you urge him along because if you’re being honest, his touch alone is driving you mad. When your father said everything you do with your mate will feel like heaven, they weren't kidding.

Your back arches when his other hands come up to caress your breast, as he gently pulls and tugs at your nipples.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” You praise.

“You taste amazing.”

“Oh, yeah?” You giggle, running your fingers through his hair to get a good look at him but soon switch tunes when he presses his finger onto your damped panties. He can feel just how wet you’ve become because of him. Smell how your scent is spiking the more he touches you. His right brow corks at the volume change in your voice, noting how you sound as if you're about to moan.

"I wanna hear you." He mumbles, slowly dragging your panties down your legs. Some of your wetness sticks to your bottoms but it only serves for him to lick his lips, anticipating the taste. He wants to taste you but he really wants to feel you more. 

"I'll be as loud as you want me to be, love."

He moans at that, kissing the crease between where your thigh and pussy meet. He runs his finger along your pussy lips to gather a little slick on his finger and licks them clean before taking the moment to push his long finger inside.

"Fuck Tae!" Working his wrist, he leans forward to kiss around your clit again— so red, he knows if he sucks it just right he’ll be able to get you to cum but he avoids doing that. Instead, he gives your pussy little kitten licks while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Sh-Shit—” You grip the covers around you, spreading your legs wider but, before you can even begin to process how close you are, he pulls his fingers away to suck them clean again. "Really?"

'Mate good. Mate tastes good. Wan' please our Mate.'

"They're going feral for each other," You chuckle, bending forward to caress his cheek.

"Because we are feral for each other," He whispers, melting into your touch as his whole body buzzes with excitement. He melts into your hand and glances at you with the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen.

"Don't look at me like that unless you want me to fuck you dumb," You chuckle as Taehyung whines.

"Please..." He settles back on his hind legs to rub his cock against your wet cunt. He's slow to push in, though his cock rubs against your walls so deliciously. You moan his name, begging for him to bottom out. His favorite sounds come to flourish throughout the dimly lit room. “God, You’re so tight, Alpha... So wet...”

“Only for you, Omega.” Taehyung purrs in response causing you to growl in response.

"I-I'm going to move now."

You nod as your pussy grips his cock like you're squeezing him for a hug. Your walls feel like velvet each time he moves.

Taehyung reaches for your hand to hold, sighing when he bottoms out. You reach between you to help him make you cum when he picks up his speed. He whines at this but as he watches you slowly rub your clit, his cock disappearing and reappearing with your wetness covering it, it also helps him when you start to clench around his cock.

How do you always feel this good?

“F-Fuck Alpha…” He groans and holds onto your hips for leverage. He would drown in your pussy if he could, his wolf chirping from being so happy. In return, it causes you and your wolf to dreamily sigh.

Falling more in love with your Omega by the minute.

"Alpha..." His voice is pure honey as he takes his time.

"C'mon Omega. Make me cum, love." He fucks you harder, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a steady rhythm. Taehyung knows his cock is bigger than most omegas, and knows the burn he gives you is something most alphas can’t give. He remembers the first time you tried to take him without help… It didn’t go so well. Though you didn’t complain, he knew it hurt and that was the last thing he wanted.

“Does it feel good, Alpha?” He seeks your praise and wants to know you’re feeling all of him as he bottoms out.

“It feels great angel, keep going. I’m okay, I'm almost, fuck, I'm almost there.” 

You can’t see it since your eyes are closed and your head is tossed back but he’s pink in the cheeks when an involuntary whimper leaves his lips. He does as he’s told as he moves your hand so he can be the one who plays with your clit. You begin to tremble underneath his touch. You’re always taking care of him so right now your pleasure is his central desire. 

As he moves at your command, his eyes are drawn to how his cock stretches you. It's amazing how well you can handle him, even for an alpha. It helps that you're so unbelievably wet too. He slides in and out of you with little grace.

You feel like literal heaven.

“Are you okay, angel?” Taehyung nods, but whimpers louder as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Baby?”

His hips stutter as he falls forward, caging you with his arms. He leans in for a kiss. So hot, effortless, and heavy with so much love that he understands you're just as close as he is. When he pulls away you smile, caressing his face as he sighs against your lips.

“Still good?”

“R-Ride me, please?” It's a simple request. One that gets a giggle out of you but who are you to deny your omega's wishes?

“Is that what you want?”

“Y-Yeah, it just feels so much better— fuck —“ He feels you slightly move, trying his best to tell you he’s okay but that's easier said than done. He knows if he moves, he’ll cum. It would probably only take one thrust and well, he wants you to cum first. Plus with the way the butt plug from earlier continues to scrap against his prostate, it's making it so much worse.

"You look so cute begging me, honey."

Taehyung carefully pulls out and instantly pulls you to settle in his lap as he leans his head back into the headboard. 

“Alpha P-Please...” He whines, gripping your waist for good measure.

"Should I give you what you want?"

"Yes! Yes! I've been good. I'm good boy." You want to kiss away his pout as you guide his dick to whichever hole you want to be fucked in. Which happens to be your pussy at the moment. He bottoms out again with a soft mewl, gripping your waist as tight as he can. “S-Shit, How are you still this tight?”

You chuckle, rotating your hips to match him. His hold tightens and you know it will leave bruises in the morning. Right now, however, you just want your baby to be satisfied, and from the looks of it. He is. 

“I- ah! ah!” He can barely speak, his eyes are practically screwed shut as he falls back to let you ride him.

“You’re so good. Being such a good boy.”

“I’m your good boy,” He whines, pulling you closer as you nose at his neck and lean in to take a whiff of his scent. You can feel the bond buzz with so much love that you can feel it down to your soul. You can't help but want to kiss him silly, show him that you love him just as much as he loves you.

"So good, baby boy." He frantically nods as his fingers trace down your back. “So fucking good.”

"I wanna cum."

"Then cum, baby."

You lean upward as your nails dig into his bare chest. He watches you rut into his pelvis. So turned on at how you're using his cock to make yourself cum. Although, he can't bring himself to. Not yet.

"Are you going to cum for you, Alpha?"

"Yes," He lies as his hands feel up and down your body before grabbing your breast.

It can be felt in the pit of your stomach as the moans grow louder with each bounce. His grip on your breast tightens as he pulls you closer and thrusts harder. The pleasure is intense and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm cumming..." You sigh the moment you reach your climax. You close your eyes and arch your back as pleasure floods through you. His lips move against your neck as his hands continue their exploration. You feel yourself drifting away, completely and utterly lost in the moment. It takes you a minute but as you slowly come down from your high, you notice something is wrong.

“You didn’t cum?” You ask, panting and trying to catch your breath. You know you’re the only one who came because usually, Taehyung is just as vocal as you are. He closes his eyes to feel your breath on his skin before answering.

“No,” He sighs, trying to keep calm when you climb off his lap to begin stroking him. He reaches for your hand to stop you before you can try to stroke him harder. “I-I wanna cum with you inside me. Wan’ your knot.”

When you catch his eye, you see a little gleam in it as you smirk.

“Of course, that can be arranged.”

You climb off the bed as he watches you fish for the box you keep under the bed with your toys. He's practically buzzing with the excitement of knowing you are about to wreck him and he can't say he's not happy about it. He wants it so bad. He needs it.  Mewling and nodding in agreement, you show him which one you grabbed. He’s okay with any of them, honestly.

Straps secured to your hips, he holds his legs open for you to crawl between as you settle on your knees above him. He tries his best to sit up so he can grab ahold of you but pouts when you push him back down. When you grab the lube, you pour some onto his hole before rubbing more on your cock.

“Please? I’m ready…” He whines, scooting closer to the toy as you lick your lips at the sight of him. His dick still standing tall, proud, and hard. It looks as if he’s about to burst at any given moment with how red his tip has gotten.

“So pretty.” You whisper as he grins playfully, listening to you snicker at how much he’s blushing. “So gorgeous. Aren’t you, Omega?”

“Yes, Alpha.” 

“And all mine.”

“Yours. Always yours,” He whimpers the moment you rub your thumb over his cheek and when he takes your thumb into his mouth to suck, you groan. He knows what to do to get you going, and knows how to push each and every button you have. You love that about him. It’s never dull and he’s always full of surprises. Like now as you feel him suck on each finger before stopping at your ring finger to trail his tongue over his initials. “I love you, Alpha.”

You growl as you press your lips into his mating bite on his neck. Your hips begin slowly but gradually picking up the pace once you see him begin to roll his hips with you. His gasps and moans fill the room as he clutches onto your back, hard. His nails making his mark all over you. 

“Fuck! Fuck !” Tae chirps, toes curling in as he arches his back once you press right into his prostate. 

“Yeah? Feel good, baby? Love it when I fill you up, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“I do. I fucking do. P-Please.”

“You’re gonna beg for me, my love?”

He whines, begging for more of your touch. For more of your love. For more of you.

“You’re doing so well.” You keep his body close until he nudges your hip and you find yourself being flipped over.

“Wanna ride you,” He says rather quickly, but you know it’s because he’s ready to cum. Therefore, you settle back against the bed and smile before guiding him to sit in your lap. He doesn’t even wait for you because he's already rotating his hips, his back arching as he hisses. The feeling is pleasant. 

“C’mere.” You bring him closer, your lips twist and turn as he immediately wraps his arms around your neck like yours were earlier. He rolls his hips with a lopsided smile, sighing when his head falls forward and your hand immediately goes through his hair. “Come on baby, you can do it.”

He’s right there. He knows he’s there as he feels your hand wraps around his cock to push him through but he can’t bring himself to move.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I just— ohgod !” Taehyung's arms tighten around your neck when his hips buck forward from the pressure and when you spank his plump ass, his nails dig into the middle of your back. “Alpha...” He whines. So loud, so sexy.

You nod in understanding, gently pushing him onto his back again and spreading his legs further open. His hands squeeze your arm when you insert yourself back into him, pushing his legs up to meet his chest. 

You start slow. Knowing that once you begin, he won't want you to stop, but he's ready for more.

“Faster! Faster… Please.” He pants, tossing his head back against the mountain of pillows as you’re giving it to him like he wants it. “S-So good! Alpha!”

“Oh yeah? You like this baby?” You smirk, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. You find his prostate again as he nibbles on his bottom lip to the point of almost breaking the skin. "No, baby."

You press your thumb against his chin to get him to let go of his lip.

"Cum..."

"So soon?" You tease as he nods. His dick twitches with every motion but you know he’s about to cum. He does too. He welcomes the feeling as he grabs your hand and pumps his cock harder. His lips mash with yours as your hips continue to move. “You look so good baby with my cock in you.” You nip at his lip, wrapping your hand around his throat but, of course, not enough to choke him. He leans into it, his hair falling over his eyes as he begs. “So pretty, just for me and taking my knot like you were meant to.”

“Your knot only wants your knot. It feels good," Taehyung whines as he chants about how much he loves being full. His voice cracks when you move your hand from his neck to his dick to jack him off. You watch his cute tummy start to clench as he tries to stop himself from cumming.  “I-I’m about to— ahhh —fuck! Alpha !” He whines but doesn’t make the move to stop you. “I-I’m about to cum !”

“Cum for me, pretty boy. Let me see the mess you make for me.”

One more hit to his prostate and he’s done for. Eyes roll to the back of his head as he grips the sheets under him. You watch his cum paint his chest white, his cock spaz as he arches his body off the bed. When he opens his eyes, you can tell that he's out of it. His eyes glaze over as he stares directly at you with a soft pout. 

“Alpha!” He whines and you immediately know what he wants. 

“My pretty omega,” You praise him, hearing his omega purr in return.  You kiss him all over his face before making your way toward his mating bite to lick and kiss it as well. “You did so well for me.”

“Good boy…”

“My good boy,” You chuckle, leaning up to caress the side of his face. “Are you back with me, honey?”

He nods, glossy eyes gazing at you with so much love. He chirps with excitement, his omega more than pleased with the way your alpha has been taking care of them. His smile is dopey, a little lazy but you allow him to have this as he finally comes back down from his high. Your alpha, she takes pride in being able to please him the way he needs it.

The way he wants it.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhm. M’kay…” He yawns, feeling you finally pull back once the toy’s knot allows you to release yourself from him. 

You caress his face and he leans into your touch, wanting nothing more than to be as close to you as he possibly can.

"Tell me what you need, Omega."

"Hold me..." While peppering kisses all over his face, he slips into his headspace. A tender embrace and words of love are what he needs as you caress parts of him you can get your hands on. His lips part as he sighs in pleasure. He feels the warmth of your body against his, and your heart beats in unison with his.

You both close your eyes and savor the moment of connection.

“You did so well for me, my love. You're always so good.”

He relaxes and melts into your body, feeling safe and secure as you give him the love he deserves.

When you try to get up, however, his purr turns into a soft growl.

"Don't leave..."

"I have to take this off, sweetheart." You start to unstrap yourself (making a note to get everything cleaned and put away once he's in a deep sleep). Once you're done, he's quick to toss it to the side. It’s cute how he settles himself between your legs so you can't go anywhere. He crawls up your chest to snuggle into your breast, sighing when you wrap your arms around him. "No leave."

"No?"

"No."

You chuckle as his eyes begin to flutter shut. You know he's falling asleep to the beat of your heart.

“My sweet baby.” There is a softness to his purrs. After massaging his hair for a while, he is out like a light. He has a soft glow to him that makes you and your Alpha keen with amusement. 

You never thought you would ever have an omega that you would love the way you do him and well, it’s nice to be able to love and be loved in return.

“I love you, pretty boy.”

You lean forward to kiss his forehead before settling back yourself to begin your descent into sleep. You can feel the warmth of his smile against your stomach. He's happy to finally have an alpha who loves him no matter how ‘different’ he is from a traditional omega. You're not a traditional alpha either and well, this isn't a traditional relationship but he's okay with that and he's okay with being yours as much as you are his.

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[evilwickedme]

Hi there!! Just saw your post ranking interpretations of spiderman based on how jewish they are. (Great post 10/10 btw.) At one point you say Spiderman's ethos and values are very Jewish -- as non-Jewish person who doesnt know that much about Jewish culture, I was curious what you were refering to more specifically! Thats potentially a long post so you don't have to answer if that's too complicated haha but I'd love to learn more :))

Hey thank you so much for asking (and for liking my post)! You're right in thinking this is a complicated topic but I love answering complicated questions so you're good :D

That said I'm not going to detail every part of Spider-Man's Jewishness, just because... Honestly, there's a lot. Recently I posted a TikTok on an aspect of his Jewishness I won't even be lightly touching on in this answer. But just because I can't and won't cover everything doesn't mean you can't learn anything at all, so let's focus on the Big One -

Responsibility.

Responsibility is a big part of Peter Parker's story, and by extension and as a result nearly every Spider Person has been burdened with it. Peter Parker is given great power, and therefore has great responsibility, we know this.

(Amazing Fantasy #15)

I think it's interesting the way that this was attributed to Uncle Ben in most of later canon and in subsequent adaptations*, because Uncle Ben does not - and CAN not, for the story to work - know that Peter has superpowers when he tells him this.

(*with the exception of the MCU, the least Jewish of the Peter Parkers...)

But if Uncle Ben isn't telling him this as a warning to use his superpowers wisely, then what could it possibly be referring to?

Everything.

Because a person doesn't have to have superpowers to have great power. This is true in the big sense - politicians and CEOs and your high school principal all holding extreme leverage over the rest of us - but more importantly, more relevantly, we all have a power on the people around us.

Among Jews, we have a phrase, which in Hebrew goes: כל המקיים נפש אחת, מעלים עליו כאילו קיים עולם מלא. In English: anyone who saves a single life, it is on him as if he saved a whole world (adapted from wikipedia's translation of the Mishnah, Sanhedrin chapter 4:5). This is a double edged sword; we are capable of infinite creation, and infinite destruction as well. The phrase is mainly used in the sense of saving a life - you have saved not only that person, but also every person they may help or save or even birth later on. The Sages weren't picturing a superhero when they said this - they were referring to practical matters, and Uncle Ben is doing the same.

By delinking Peter's responsibility from his powers*, the overarching Peter narrative instead positions it as universal - you are alive, therefore you have great power, therefore you have great responsibility. You are a person, therefore you are an entire world. Spiderverse's insistence on the "it could be anyone behind the mask" only makes this argument stronger, in my opinion. The you who is responsible for everything you do is not Peter Parker, it's YOU. You, reading this, have great responsibility. You, reading this, are an entire world.

(*the MCU, in turn, explicitly linking Peter's powers or role as Spider-Man to his responsibility is an extremely early flaw, all the way back in Civil War when he talks around the phrase but we all knew exactly what he meant)

Anyway yeah. By no means comprehensive and not even everything one could say about this particular sub-topic, but, Peter Parker's Jewishness absolutely seeps all the way down to the big Spider-Man thing.

(See this post also as a fuck you to the guy who cried NO NO HE'S NOT JEWISH HE'S RESPONSIBLE!!! as if those two things aren't directly linked lmao)

[krscblw]

ghoul perfume associations!

i am very into ghost. and i am also very into indie perfumes! so i decided to combine the two and make a list of my scent associations for each of the ghouls, as well as a few indie fragrances that fit them (in my opinion! if y'all have other thoughts i would LOVE to hear them /gen)

i also included all of the perfumes i found that had the same names as the ghouls, even if i didn't think the scent profile worked, and bonus atmospherics that i think are more naturally ghoul-ish and worked well for the various elements!

warning: this is an obscenely long post. i have too many thoughts.

another warning: because this post is so long, some of the text might get cut off on mobile. it should be okay on desktop if that happens (i don't know how to fix it, sorry)

Aeon

Notes: chocolate, linen, lavender. Aeon smells very gentle and pleasant, but not necessarily sweet. He smells like things that he himself finds comfort in.

Perfumes:

Chocolatine -- Fyrinnae

“Also known as Pain au Chocolat, these flaky croissant-like pastries are filled with pieces of dark or semi-sweet chocolate. This is not a very sweet fragrance.”

TELEGRAMA – Imaginary Authors  

talc, lavender absolute, black pepper, teak, amyris, vanilla powder, fresh linens

Bonus:

Phantom -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 

Aether

Notes: bourbon, amber, vanilla. Aether smells sophisticated, but with a warm, golden edge. He smells like comfort, like unconditional love- but also a little bit like sex.

Perfumes:

Quintessence of Debauchery -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A distillation of raw, bawdy sexiness without regard for gender - Bourbon vanilla, tonka, dark florals, peach brandy, coriander, mock orange, spiced pumpkin, fresh ginger root, rock rose, long leaf tobacco, black opium infused amber, patchouli, oakmoss, and cruelty-free (vegan) castoreum.”

Morosexual -- Treading Water Perfume  

“Morosexual - The sexual attraction to stupid people. Treat yourself and read your partner at the same time with a scent that is as classy as it is stupid. The earthy combo of vanilla, fresh tobacco and star anise combine with spicy nutmeg to create a warm soft blanket to dull the mind.”

tobacco, vanilla, patchouli, jasmine, star anise, nutmeg

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, gunpowder. Alpha smells.. off-putting, to most people. He has an intense personality, and it's reflected in his scent.

Perfumes:

Industrial Sabotage -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A cataclysmic wreckage of burnt wires; twisted melted steel; shattered machinery, and gunpowder.”

Night Shift -- PULP Fragrance  

“Black frankincense, engine grease from a long late shift, smoke, ash, blackened wood, and a hint of leather.”

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk. Cirrus smells sophisticated in a dark, sensual way. She smells.. hypnotic, almost. She smells like you want her, but she doesn't even know you exist.

Perfumes:

Venus Black -- Possets 

“A grand and very very sensual scent. Black in the most sophisticated way. Considered one of the colors, its working name was Mars' Black but it is so wonderfully feminine that there is no way that it could be named after the god of war, it should be named after the goddess of love. The Blackest musk flirts with a float of black pepper, a shot of dark sweet pear, and the smallest amount of sage and non-stinky narcissus for tingle. One not to be missed. Dry, musky, spicy.”

(i have this one. it's VERY attractive (i had to stop wearing it because i was confusing myself lmao) and now that i associate it with cirrus. i might have a problem)

Salomé -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“An overture of not so innocent magnolia underscored with a sly caress of Queen of the Night, a fulsomeness of nubile black grapes and plums, skin musk bathed in spilled cognac, and ruthless twist of bitter orange, blended with an ancient Arabian love philtre of crushed vanilla and tonka bean, sandalwood, vetiver, cedar, and red oud.”

Bonus: 

Cirrus -- Osmofolia 

Cumulus

Notes: lilac, magnolia, jasmine, sugar. Cumulus smells sweet and cloying. You smell her once and the scent haunts you all day like the most enchanting ghost.

Perfumes:

Alabama -- Possets

“Floral perfume lovers rejoice! This one is the essence of a hot sticky Southern night at the height of passion with the one you love. What a treat! Alabama weaves pink fizzy mimosa, thick white magnolia, canebrake jasmine, Mexican tuberose, and Martinique gardenia. The effect is eternally woman, unabashedly sexy, and in command. These are all knit together with precious Sacred Frankincense to concoct a bombshell of a fragrance, deep white floral with deep incense leanings. A hypnotic fragrance. So very sweet, so very profound. Feminine, floral, devastating.”

Sweet Mother -- Little And Grim  

“‘Sweet mother, I cannot weave --/ slender Aphrodite has overcome me/ with longing for a girl.’ -Sappho. Notes of lush moss, blooming lilac, French lavender, rose, jasmine, mandarin and lemon zest, warm musk, and lily of the valley.”

Bonus:

Cumulus -- Osmofolia 

Skiing On Europa -- Fyrinnae 

“The atmosphere of a distant moon, not as habitable for mammals as Earth, the thin air reminiscent of high mountain elevations before snowfall. Cold, and ozonic like petrichor.”

Dewdrop

Notes: berries, smoke, wood. Dew smells like resinous woodsmoke, with an unexpected berry undertone. (Just like his personality: brash outside, sweet inside.)

Perfumes:

Ignis -- PULP Fragrance

“Raspberries, fresh ginger, smoky aloeswood, pale blond tobacco leaves & fiery red musk.”

A CITY ON FIRE – Imaginary Authors

“The refined smoke accord makes this an austere and luxurious scent for evenings on the town, whether with a special someone or alone and looking for trouble.”

cade oil, spikenard, cardamom, clearwood, dark berries, labdanum, burnt match

Bonus: 

The Center of the Universe -- Alkemia Perfumes   

“The center of our universe is raspberries and rum? In a vast dust cloud at the center of the Milky Way there is an abundance of ethyl formate, a simple aliphatic ester found in the smell of rum and raspberries. To these elements, we've added notes from astronauts' descriptions of the smell of their suits when they return from space walks - freshly welded metal, gun powder, seared steak in an iron pan, burnt almond cookies, charcoal, and ozone.”

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, incense. Ifrit smells heavy and dark in a way that makes you want more. Very mysterious, even though his personality doesn't really match.

Perfumes:

Black Tea -- Possets 

“The most dark and the most tannic of teas. Somehow that puckery quality becomes addictive. Just right for a seductive night deep in July or August where humidity makes itself into a sexy accessory. Not subtle but very alluring. Pure and beautiful, incense floats over it all and the effect is so much like the vapor lines of a mirage. Tea-like but not sweet.”

(this is one of my favorite fragrances EVER, i wear it like every day)

O, UNKNOWN! – Imaginary Authors 

“At the risk of sounding bleak, this night could be your last. Splash on O, Unknown! and plunge forth into prosperity and joy. Repeat as often as you are able.”

black tea, lapsang souchong tincture, orris butter, kyoto moss, musk balsam, sandalwood

Bonus:

The Ifrit -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 

Mist

Notes: water, herbs. Mist smells aquatic and green, like spring rain or a pond full of plants. There's an icy, aloof edge to her scent.

Perfumes:

Taste of Rain -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“A primordially vernal chypre consecrated by silver rain, green ivy, holy basil, lilacs, moss, and wisteria.”

Diaphanous Dress -- Possets 

“If the lovely Primavera would wear a gown, she might be dressed in a garment made of snow crystals and flowers. Even into April, spring can get cold even while the flowers we all love press upward. Spring displays irony in her variability. Deepest and richest Mexican vanilla troupes bravely with the chill aquatic of snow falling in heavy doses and melting almost on contact. A tuft of chlorophyll is in the background and a hint of the flowers it all overtakes for just a while. This is an enchanting fragrance, a hypnotic springtime blend which is more about the atmosphere than the real flowers themselves.”

Bonus: 

Ammil -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“An olfactory journey that morphs like melting ice... starting cold and aloof with distinct elements of wet snow and ice then gradually unfolding to reveal an indescribably unique velvety skin warmth.”

Mountain

Notes: vetiver, greenery, earth, mushrooms. Mountain smells very green and earthy, almost like he was recently underground, or maybe like he spent all day tending to a fragrant garden (he did).

Perfumes:

Hedale Wood -- Little And Grim

“This fragrance is dark and a bit mysterious, while staying green enough to be worn without smelling too villainous.”

vetiver, cedar trees, bergamot, dense foliage, coriander, musk, sandalwood, frankincense, a touch of lavender, amber

Heirloom Tomato Leaf -- Fyrinnae

“Rows of tomato plants on a humid day, their unmistakable heavy green fragrance filling the air and clinging to your hands as you touch the leaves. This is not a solitary note perfume, but includes significant notes of damp soil and humid air.”

Bonus:

Beneath The Forest -- Fyrinnae  

“Beneath the trees, where scant sunlight ever reaches and few green plants grow, mushrooms (and decay) flourish in the ever-damp soil, surrounded by darkness. Step carefully, there could be traps.”

Nimbus*

Notes: peach, rose, wood. Nimbus smells sweet and slightly earthy, with an overwhelming ripe peach heart and a floral edge. Very pretty, very cheerful, but not childish.

Perfumes:

South Star -- PULP Fragrance 

“Sweet creamy peach, vanilla beans, liatrix, & a woody-ambrette accord, all topped off with a hint of cinnamon.”

Someone Tell Lady Luck -- Little And Grim 

lemongrass, bright fresh ginger, verbena, sweet peaches, bamboo, and clean rain on city streets

Bonus: 

Aurora -- Alkemia Perfumes 

Armenian Rose -- Fyrinnae 

“The fragrance of dark red rose petals and sweeter pink roses with the earthy scent of native lilies.”

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, tobacco. Omega smells warm, but not quite comforting. He smells like he knows more than you (he does) and like he's a little bit disappointed in you (he might be). He smells like he COULD be comforting, if you managed to earn his approval.

Perfumes:

Bibliotheca -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A vintage elegance of leatherbound books, plush club chairs, vintage vinyl records, polished mahogany tables, fountain pen ink, black tea, dark plum brandy, vetiver, rosewood, artemesia, white carnation, lavender water, citron, tweedy woolens, and oakmoss.”

(i have this one! it's surprisingly woody)

Bronze and Blaze -- Alkemia Perfumes

“Autumnal bronze amber aged with cognac barrel staves, red oak leaves, Perique pipe tobacco, raw wool, ripe pumpkin, opoponax (sweet myrrh), and soft suede gloves warmed by a creamy steamy cup of Bourbon vanilla coffee.”

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean, or more accurately, like a siren that wants to lure you out to sea and kill you. Wet, a little bit green, sweet and salty.

Perfumes:

Mermaids in the Basement -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A siren song of seawater soaked linen, aquatic incense, white ginger, pomelo, limoncello, dry moss, clary sage, cactus flower, prickly pear, loquat, fir resin, cedar needles, mesquite pods, Hinoki wood, Guaiac wood, and Elemi resin.”

EVERY STORM A SERENADE – Imaginary Authors 

danish spruce, eucalyptus, vetiver, calone, ambergris, baltic sea mist

Bonus:

Black Squall -- Fyrinnae 

“Open waters of the deepest blue, eerily calm before the looming arcus cloud in the distance bears down, revealing the wrath of the storm behind it. There was little left to do now but watch and wait. Cold and clean-smelling seawater, ozonic air, now and then a little olive oil from the lamps.”

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: strawberries, citrus, vanilla, spices. Sunny smells like summer. She smells like ripe fruit, sweet cold drinks, and sun, with a little bit of unexpected spice.

Perfumes:

Strawberry Lemonade -- PULP Fragrance 

“Fresh strawberries, lemonade, and a bowl of strawberry-vanilla ice cream.”

Lola -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“A dramatic splash of Coca-cola trailed by an adoration of blood orange, pink peppercorns, caviar lime, orange blossom, tonka, spicy nutmeg dancing sinuously across a base of warm Brazilian cherrywood.”

Bonus:

Stratus -- Osmofolia 

Prairie 66 -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“The smell of an old cement-paved road in the desert just before dawn when the cement is cold and almost, but not quite damp. Flowering desert sage, aldehydes, grapefruit, Linden blossoms, bergamot, saffron, gray amber, yucca, yuzu, and cool concrete. ”

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli. Swiss smells dark but welcoming, unpredictable but attractive. He smells the way velvet feels: sweet, smoky, decadent.

Perfumes:

Smoke & Mirrors -- Alkemia Perfumes

“An elusive, smokey blend of burning wood, Madagascar Vanilla, and Tonka. We find this one to be elementally simple, but unusually mercurial and highly responsive to different skin chemistries… the vanilla and the smoke dance with each other almost continuously… sometimes the foreground is smoky, then sweet, then returns with sweetly smoky, then smoky.”

Allen Ginsberg - Howl -- Possets  

“Possets' interpretation of Howl is unabashedly sexy, driven mad by welling passions. Black, red and amber musks wrestle furiously with sandalwood and opium tar resin. There is nothing light or gentle about this scent. A burning incense backs it up, black patchouli stands in the forefront. Dark, musky, resinous. Tremendously savage, dark and sweet like molasses rather than sugar. ...and yet, there is something innocent about it all.”

(i have howl and it's SO good and so perfect for swiss)

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone. Zephyr smells like the air where something once was, or maybe where something is and has been too long. Dusty, faintly sweet, slightly melancholic.

Perfumes:

Dustsceawung -- Alkemia Perfumes

“The scent of forbidden explorations and an olfactory meditation on dust... attic air, the inside of old trunks, abandoned haylofts, library stacks, and abandoned buildings. Dustsceawung is the contemplation of dust, worldly desires, and the ephemerality of all things... raspings that were once a tree, ruins that were once cities, bones that were once lovers. Dust is always the ultimate destination on our journey.”

 Hauntology -- PULP Fragrance 

“Ozone, olibanum, the air in a closed up kitchen cupboard that might once have held raisins and dried apricots, ambergris, burled briarwood, & the lost futures of a home abandoned.”

Bonus:

Zephyr -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

if you made it to the end of this i admire your dedication. and i would love to hear what you think!

[ganondoodle]

Hi Doodle! I just wanted to say that I love your art and that it's so nice to know there's more people who were as confused and infuriated by how TotK turned out. My brain has unanimously decided to adopt most of your TotK Rewrite into my headcanons for game and manifest them into reality lol. I was just reading your post about your ability wheels ideas (awesome btw) and how you were unsure about what power Link would get from the Yiga and it made me wonder if you knew about the Yiga Clan side quests. If you collect all pieces of the Yiga set, they let you into the hideout where you can take a Blademaster exam and get the Earthwake ability. I was just curious to whether you actually knew about it or if you just didn't like that particular power, hope I didn't spoil it for you

Thank you and Thank you!!!! im still so glad that my rants seem to be more validating for people who feel the same rather than plain annoying xD

as of now im pretty sure i want to use the clone ability to be the one you get from Koga as it would be something more unique to him, references my HC of him having been a monk as old as Miz Kyoshia, and replaces the distraction and support in combat that youd lack since i removed the sage ghost buddies constantly being around you :D

the yiga stuff was literally my biggest motivator to keep playing bc i love them so much, i spent the majority of my playtime running around in the yiga set xD which is also why i never realized until way into the game that i wasnt a genius at sneaking around them nor that they are just so dumb they wont spot you ever but bc i had been wearing the set the entire time in the underground; the underground was one of the few things i pretty much 100%ed, excluding some annoying bossfights

i do know of the earthscroll and tried to use it alot but its but its got a very limited usefullnes due to the way its controlled and you having to unequip your weapon, which made me sad bc it was so cool to be able to interact with the yiga like that, its one of the few shiny good parts of totk imo, tho i think it was a huge missed opportunity to keep them as seperated from the main story still, they have so much lore and story potential you could have used or expanded upon :(

in my rewrite i had considered making your yiga ability related to it but it didnt quite work, partly bc they otherwise didnt seem connected to that element at all and shadow seemed like a better fit, so i assigned the earth magic more to ganondorf actually, due to him causing those massive earthquakes and having, somewhat literally, spread his roots into every part of hyrules underground, it connects well to the way i rewrote the memory system and ganondorfs bossfight too :3

i hope that answers your question!

[gu1lty-as-sin]

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ welcome ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

about me

you can call me juno or astraea

im a cancer sun, libra moon and sagittarius rising

my pronouns are they/she (and my pronoun page is here)

i'm a proud bisexual (i am very sapphic lol)

im taken (you can hear about my love via the “them tag <33")

i am a minor (i won't immediately block people 18+ but if you're creepy i will <3)

australian!! also a bunch of different places, none really interesting

this blog is for me to dump thoughts, interact with people and just have a good time :)

i play the drums and im currently in two bands! i also love playing guitar and one of my 2024 goals is to get better at playing!!

currently listening -> 🍁☕️🎸 nyc

currently reading -> the odyssey translated by emily wilson

currently watching -> doctor who and rewatching gilmore girls

things i like

i love: literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), fruit flavoured drinks, flared pants, converse, dark red, nail polish, eyeliner, burgundy lipgloss, tank tops, tote bags, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house (im there rn i love it), spring+winter, very specific shades of pink and green, black <3, folklore and 1989 girl, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, picking silly little outfits,

books: osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles

movies + tv shows: dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off, she ra

musicians/bands: boygenius, taylor swift, lovejoy, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrienne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones (getting into them just a little), maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy

my favourite colours are black, dark red, burgundy, denim blue, sage green, soft pink, glaucous blue, golden yellow (i love colour theory so all colours are beautiful in their own context but here are my favs to wear/see)

i really want to get into more poetry so if you have any recs lmk!!

i have recently begun practising some very simple witchcraft, so feel free to talk to me about that and i would love to learn more!!

i love learning about astrology and use my birth chart frequently

i write very, very infrequently and think of more stories than i even start to plot lmao.

i draw way more than i write and will occasionally post some!! its not good by any means but its fun ig

talk to me + dni

my asks and dms are open!! feel free to talk to me about anything and everything!! i love talking!!

i love my mutuals so much so if ur my mutual *looks you dead in your eyes* i love you

my discord is the same @ as here, i literally just got it today so idrk how it works but feel free to add me there <33 but please lmk if you do if your username is different

if we’re very close you can ask for my insta!!

i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive enough bio (with name, age group, pronouns) so if you want to be mutuals please have one!! if not just shoot me an ask about who you are and what you like so we can be friends <33

dni: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic people

tags

#juno.txt -> ramblings, original posts

#asks -> asks ive answered

#ask bait -> hehehe send me asks <3

#tag games -> tag games ive participated in

#beautiful mutuals -> interactions with my beautiful mutuals!

#spotify -> my music obsession dw im fine fhdklfhdal

#them tag <33 -> posts that remind me of my wonderful bf <3

links + sideblogs

spotify

pinterest

@likeasugarcubeinateacup -> my notes app poetry

@slowrotburiedinthepark -> a random sideblog i post art and occasional web weaving on

@stabbingstarsthroughmyback -> my writing sideblog (ask me about my wip!!)

stunning dividers by @chachachannah :))

here is a totally beautiful and amazing moodboard by @svnflowermoon that always makes me so fhadkfhakd

last updated: jan 19th 2024

[halfdeadsage]

wildflower -- sam winchester x fem!reader

hi !!! this is my first ever fic that i'm posting here (omg) so real quick introduction :) hi , my name is sage , i've only been in the spn fandom for just about 9 months but i absolutely love the show and cannot imagine my life without it <33 i'm a sam girlie but also a dean girlie at the same time (i can't choose i'm just that undecisive) .

i love writing and reading angst , it's honestly kind of a problem . literally just ask my best friend , riley (@rrylies) they can confirm that i can turn the cutest fluffiest most tooth-rotting sweet scenario into a devastating one . it's truly a gift LOL

anyways !! i hope you guys like this one and please lmk if you would like a part 2 and SEND ME REQUESTS !!! I'D LOVE TO GET REQUESTS AND WRITE WHAT YOU GUYS WANT ME TO !!

WARNINGS: death , descriptions of blood/bleeding , sad sam :( proceed at your own caution <3

word count: 1.5k

angst . so much angst .

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it wasn’t meant to happen this way.

y/n and sam were supposed to live a long, happy life together. they were meant to hunt for a little while longer and then retire and live their happy little ‘apple pie life’ as dean trademarked it. they’d already talked about having kids and a dog and building their dream house together. they were supposed to be together until they were old and took their last breaths together. 

simply, together.

but sometimes things don’t go according to plan. just like the moment they were in right now.

“y/n please stay with me,” sam pleaded, covered in blood. not his own. hers. he held her limp body in his arms, her shallow breaths barely audible for him to feel any sense of comfort. 

“i-’m sorr..y,” she croaked out. y/n could feel herself fading away. the oxygen wouldn’t fill her lungs properly and every one of her limbs were so, so tired. 

the hunt started out perfectly. y/n, sam, and dean were quick to figure out where the monster was and how to get rid of it. a nest of vampires, hiding in the woods, preying on the little town nearby. bodies had stacked up over the years, but it wasn’t until recently that it became suspicious. y/n happened to be the one to find the newspaper article. 

“guys ! i found us a case!” she brought the newspaper clipping over to sam and dean so enthusiastically. she was so excited, so proud to have found a case on her own instead of relying on the winchester brothers to find one for them all. they saw the glint of her eyes and couldn’t say no. 

so they went. they should have known it was too good to be true. the vampires were working with a pack of werewolves nearby. they were ambushed. dean and sam had been fighting off a pair of vampires when suddenly–

crack.

it hadn’t come from either of them. sam’s head whipped around to look at y/n, who was clutching her arm close to her chest as she continued fighting off the three monsters who’d grouped up on her. her lips were cut and he could see blood pouring out of a cut above her eye. the beginnings of a bruise stained her cheeks. sam’s vision went hazy, wanting to help her but being so afraid that he couldn’t move. it wasn’t the monsters that scared him. it was seeing y/n hurt. he was frozen in place.

it wasn’t even five seconds later when he saw the last standing werewolf swipe at y/n, eliciting a yelp from her. she swiped her silver blade quickly after and the werewolf’s head rolled across the floor. his body dropped, thudding when it went down. 

she followed soon after. y/n dropped to her knees. sam finally snapped out of the trance he was stuck in, rushing to her side. the sound she made when her knees hit the floor rang in his ears as he caught her, pulling her into him. 

his hands were covered in blood as he held onto her. it wasn’t his blood. nor the werewolves. it was hers. 

his y/n. his sunshine. his wildflower. 

she was bleeding out at an alarming rate and he couldn’t do anything. he felt useless, so utterly useless in this moment. 

“hey, hey y/n. sweetheart stay with me. please stay with me,” sam practically begged her, as though it would make a difference for her current condition. his voice cracked as he yelled out for dean. his heart was breaking just as much, if not more. the tears built and built, finally spilling over like an old dam that couldn’t contain the flood. 

y/n could barely keep her eyes open as she laid there, weakly grabbing onto sam’s arms. she looked down towards her wound. the deep, jagged lines from the werewolf’s claws painted her abdomen. it burned worse than anything she could imagine but the scream she wanted to let out got stuck in her throat, only building on the agony she felt. 

and the blood. there was so much blood. 

dean rushed over to where sam was holding y/n in his arms, clutching her close to him, like a child who didn’t want to share his favorite plushie. sam looked up at dean and they exchanged a look, prompting dean to run outside. y/n could faintly hear dean calling out for cas before the weak pounding of her blood became too loud. 

“sam,” y/n rasped, her voice weak. she couldn’t keep the tears from rolling down her cheek. sam didn’t say anything, barely acknowledged that she said his name, not wanting the reality to set in of the situation. not wanting to accept that y/n was dying. the love of his life was dying and he could do nothing about it.

the wounds were too deep to patch up and the nearest hospital was 20 miles away.

“sam,” she repeated, more urgently this time, before subsiding into a minor coughing fit. the blood was coming out of her mouth as well at this point. 

 “shhh, don’t speak sweetheart. you’re going to be okay. it’ll be okay. dean’s going to get cas. he’s going to heal you. it’s going to be okay,” sam said frantically. he was assuring himself of this as much as he was y/n. but both of them knew that this was the end for her. if cas didn’t get here in time then she would be gone. 

her breathing became shallow as the blood pooled in her lungs. she felt like she was drowning. falling deeper. and deeper. she felt herself panic and her heart trying to pump more blood, so she could breathe but it just couldn't.

“y/n please stay with me,” sam pleaded. 

“i-’m sorr..y,” she croaked out. 

“promise me, y/n. promise me you-you’ll hold on. promise me that you’ll recover and, and come back. that we’ll live a long and happy life together. the one that we-we..ve always dreamed o-f. with-with a little cottage in the woods. we’re going to have three kids. three of them and a dog,” he trailed off on that last word as he sobbed, stumbling over words as he couldn’t keep himself together, begging her once again “i need you to promise me that.”

“i promise. but only if you pro-mi..se me-” y/n trailed off, getting weaker with every word she said, “that you’ll move o-n. if-if i die, sam, i ne-ed you to move on.” sam shook his head, but y/n whispered a measly, ‘please.’ sam, looking into her glistening eyes, once so full of life and now fading from him, and nodded.

dean ran into the room, and sam whipped his head around towards him only to be met with a disappointing shake signaling that cas didn’t come. 

“h-hey dean,” y/n whispered, coughing yet again only for more blood to come out, spilled over her lips and staining them red.

“hey, crazy girl. you’re going to be okay. don’t go pulling a me on us here, alright? heaven and hell are too crowded for you to be joining them,” dean said, taking one of her hands in his and weakly smiling at her. she chuckled weakly, as much as she could, before looking at him again with sad eyes.

“tak-ke care of sa-am for me. and take ca..re of yourself for me, to..o.” dean nodded at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, one final goodbye for his closest friend and the girl he’d been so excited to see finally get married to sam.

that future was blurred now. no longer an option.

“i lo-ve you, sam” she croaked out one last time, giving him the best smile she could. she wanted him to remember her smile above anything.

“i love you too, wildflower,” sam sobbed, wiping a tear from her cheek and pressing one final kiss to her lips.

and so her heart slowed to a stop. her eyes became devoid of life. her body was fully limp. unmoving. unwavering. sam’s heart had stopped along with hers.

a final tear made its way down her cheek, like the last fall of snow in winter. 

the flap of wings that they had all been praying to hear had finally come. but it was too late.

the sound that came next made dean wince. sams sobs had turned into such agony, such rage that he screamed out as he held the body of his now-dead lover. he screamed at cas, cursing at him, the outburst so unlike him that dean had to look away, squeezing his eyes shut. 

the screams turned to silent weeping as sam held y/n's body closer to him than before, his flannel and shirt now soaked in her blood. her limp body shook in his arms as he cried. 

and cried. 

and cried.

until he couldn’t anymore. his cheeks and eyes were raw and red from crying. he felt so worthless in himself and in the fact that he couldn’t save her. that he couldn’t get her back.

the sunshine was gone and his wildflower was dead and his heart was broken, and there was no way to fix any of it. but he’d find a way. somehow. no matter how long or what it took. he’d get her back.

[kaurwreck]

OMG you also like TGCF???? I didn't know that!! Who are your favorites? What are your thoughts on my loves Hualian? Have you read any of MXTX's other books? Kisses!!

oh I love love love tgcf, loving tgcf literally changed the trajectory of my career. I love tgcf so much I co-wrote a series comprising almost 100k words of post-canon continuation. I love tgcf so much I have four tgcf-related tattoos.

hualian is love and light and healing. san lang is my smarmy baby boy, and xie lian is my sage king ferret rat prince. i wrote a fic about the degree to which they are baby boy/ferret rat prince here.

(unsolicited tidbits below)

Xie Lian woke slowly, leisurely, in the loving arms of his husband. His heart stirred with affection. His heart stirred with mischievous intent.

...

“Good,” Hua Cheng nodded, his shape rippling as he returned to the more mature form that he’d forged in the kiln of Mt. Tong’lu. “Then come to bed; you’re too far away and I want to be coddled. Didn’t you say you’d coddle me? I want it now. We can talk about my rewards too.”

my absolute favorite is he xuan, though, which is why my tattoo of him is my entire inner bicep. i tried to write a fraction of my affection for him into a post-canon character study in which hua cheng tattoos him (badly).

but I'm particularly fond of and will eventually finish my post canon wip in which he teaches mu qing sex ed (badly):

The Supreme Ghost King, Lord Black Water Sinks Ships, hissed at Mu Qing like a particularly curmudgeonly catfish.

...

"What do you know about matters of the flesh?" Mu Qing asked when He Xuan looked away to guzzle the complimentary tea the server placed before him. He Xuan proceeded to choke, but Mu Qing merely rolled his eyes. It was He Xuan's fault for drinking the tea as if he'd never been forced to behave in public. Then again, Mu Qing thought back to what little he remembered of Ming Yi and considered that perhaps he hadn't ever been taught how to behave after all. Mu Qing took a delicate sip of his tea and pitied Ming Yi and his terrible table manners.

...

The reality of what Mu Qing had done set in. He'd invited a god-slaughtering, divinity-snatching calamity to a meal solely to pry from him the secrets of the bedroom that Mu Qing had assumed others were graced with while he was dutifully cultivating on Taicang Mountain. His horror was matched only by his frustrated libido.

...

"And," Black Water Sinking Ships said at the crest of a great sigh, "I'm not teaching you how to have sex." "I should have known better than to ask you," Mu Qing huffed, adaptable as ever. "How could I expect someone like you to know anything of clouds and rain?" "Do you think I spent centuries in the Heavenly Realm yet can't recognize negging?" He Xuan retorted.

(if you haven't noticed, I only write post canon tgcf. except for when I wrote my 1943 san francisco diaspora tgcf noir murder mystery dinner party)

other tgcf beloveds: ling wen, yushi huang, pei ming, shi wudu, and jun wu.

and then yes! I have also read svsss and mdzs. I have also written fic for those two but not in any way that's reasonable enough to snippet.

kisses kisses, ty for such a lovely ask, it makes me so warm to think about tgcf!!!