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[elsartzz]

chat it’s gonna be my birthday soon what should I do IM STRESSED

[hitomisuzuya]

this is gonna b a very self indulgent req.. bear with me here, also happy birthday!! ☺️

i was thinking like a mix of rough but soft dom scara i love ur soft dom scara fics <3 with breeding and creampie kink pls, but also v fluffy aftercare at the end. like lots of kisses and hugs, a lot of smut fics i like never rly have it written, and the aftercare oneshot/drabble u did w scara i rly liked

i hope this isnt too much 😭 im not that picky when it comes to fics so i dont rly ever write reqs but i love ur work so i took the chance ! have a good bday !!!!

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Breeding kink. Creampie. Degradation. Soft/rough Dom! Scaramouche. Aftercare at the end❤️

For the rest of my requests with Happy Birthday in them, I am banking those birthday wishes away for next year 👉👈 I have been meaning to write more aftercare🥺

"That's right, you just keep looking at me just like that," Scaramouche's hand caressed your cheek. The look of worship of in your eyes as you turned your cheek into his hand sent an erotic thrill straight to his hard cock. You shivered as the comforting blanket of his dominance washed over you.

Scaramouche loves to bask in your worship for him, and you enjoyed basking in his dominance.

He brushed some hair out of your eyes, skimming his thumb under your eye before caressing his way down your body. You let out a soft moan, moving your body into his touches. You were craving any little touch he would provide you.

Wanting to see you curl into his touch again, his hand travelled further down your body. His caress on your stomach reminded him of the true goal. The reason why his cock was straining hard to be stuffed to the hilt inside you: to breed you.

Breed you so thoroughly that would inevitably drip from your hole. A pocket of cum would lead to a belly swollen with something else. He got harder just thinking about it.

Growing impatient, Scaramouche possessively caressed your stomach before moving down between your legs. His finger found your clit, pulling a soft gasp of pleasure from you as his finger wagged and circled the sensitive nub.

He gathered the slick rapidly pooling onto your pussy onto his index finger. His cock pulsed harder seeing you eagerly grind your hips into his finger. "So wet it's pathetic," He taunted, pushing his finger inside.

His back handed taunt made your walls squeeze on his finger. Smirking, he pumped it in and out of you a few times, his eyes glued to the way your juices made his finger glossy. "You are suffocating my finger, kitten," He said, swallowing a moan as he pushed in a second finger.

You gasped in pleasure as he scissored your walls apart. Your hand went to his wrist, squeezing it so he would push his fingers deeper inside of you. You struggled to form words feeling his fingers curl into your sweet spot.

"Shh, it's okay, kitten," Scaramouche cooed almost condescendingly, increasing the pace of his fingers. "I need to stretch you out so I can fill you to the brim," He drank in the way you struggled not to shake from the jolts of pleasure as his palm rubbed over your clit.

Your hand tightened on his wrist as he angled his fingers up to nudge against your sweet spot, making stars burst behind your eyes. Your toes curled as you bucked your hips up into his thrusts. He chuckled when you could barely form syllables.

"Already cock drunk and my cock isn't even inside you yet," He added a third finger, making you writhe as his fingers rubbed on a sensitive spot. "Start singing, slut. Tell me how much you want to be stretched and filled," He hissed firmly, groaning as your walls clutched tighter.

"Please, please," His fingers curling extra into your sweet spot shocked you into speaking. "Cum inside and breed me please," You pleaded around strained moans, earn you a faster pace that made his fingers squelch in and out of your sopping cunt.

"Say pretty please," Scaramouche had this incredible ability to purr commands. He pulled your hair, gently yanking your head back. Your cheeks flushed with further adoration as you sat up, your legs shaking as you bucked into his fingers.

You reached around to put your hand on the back of his head. "Pretty please cum inside of me," You ran your fingers through his hair, practically making him purr softly. His cock strained harder as you delivered a few submissive kitten licks to his mouth.

Pulling his fingers from your pussy, he roughly pushed you back down on the bed. His cock needed to buried inside of you now. He hastily drapped one of your legs over his shoulder, bending your knee towards your chest, giving him better leverage to fuck his cock to the hilt inside of you.

He groaned as he pushed his cock inside, shuddering in pleasure as it sank into your tight warmth. "Fucking hell, get pregnant," He bottomed out with a determined snap of his hips.

The louder moans tearing from your throat as he picked up a pace that was a unique blend of gentle but dominant made his cock throb harder inside of you. "Cry for me," He moaned, his hand hovering over your throat for a moment before dipping down to rub your clit. "Moan and squirm while I breed you, whore."

Scaramouche's mouth watered seeing the buldge poking up on your stomach. Your body twitched in pleasure as his cock head hit into your sweet spot. The building intensity of your orgasm stacked with each thrust, making your head spin and tears well into your eyes.

"Please, please, please," You babbled, your fingernails scratching at his skin as you struggled to anchor yourself on him somehow, your breasts bouncing from his thrusts. His fingers pinching and rubbing over your clit snapped the coil of your orgasm.

He grit his teeth as your pussy clenched around his cock, begging to milk him empty inside of you like he promised to do. Satisfied with reducing you to the state he'd demanded of you, his thumb brushed a few tears away from your eyes. His thrusts turned sloppy for a few beats, lost in the feeling of your cum flooding his cock.

Scaramouche leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate, open mouthed kiss. He pushed his tongue the into your mouth to muffle his moans. "Such a good girl," His teeth bit gently at your lips, "taking my cock so well."

You mewled in such sweet bliss into his mouth as his cock ribboned cum inside of you. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, intent on fucking his cum deep inside of you. It was a long few moments before his hips slowed to a stop, his eyes feasting on his cum trickling from your hole.

"Thank you," He murmured, burying his face into your neck as he pulled out "for letting me be so rough with you," He nuzzled against your neck. You put a hand on the back of his head, stroking your fingers through his hair.

You smiled, your body limp and exhausted hearing him purr softly in your ear. "Who knows, maybe I will get pregnant," You swore you thought you heard him purr a little louder.

"Don't you move," He said as he sat up. You watched him get out of bed, and pull some sweat pants on. "Let's run you a warm bath, and treat you to a massage while we soak," He disappeared into the bathroom.

He emerged a few minutes later, the water running in the tub with pleasant scents following him out. He scooped you bridal style off the bed and carried you to the bathroom.

You sighed, feeling yourself melt as he put you down into the water. He quickly shed his sweats and got in behind you. He set his beautiful fingers to work on your sore muscles. His line of thinking was that more relaxed you were after being bred, the better the chances of the satisfying goal. His hand dipped into the water to caress your stomach.

[wlntrsldler]

almost (sweet music) | luke castellan

synopsis: exbf! luke castellan goes on a date with another girl after your death. went back to my roots and wrote an aphrodite reader!

song: almost (sweet music) by hozier

it's been a year.

it's been a year since percy uttered the words, "we need a shroud, for the daughter of aphrodite." it's been a year since he survived the battle of manhattan and you didn't. it's been a year since hermes had to pull him off your dead body as he thrashed and mourned your death.

he's out of camp half blood now, which he thinks you'd be surprised to learn. you always joked that he'd end up taking over mr. d's position if he wasn't an immortal god. luke had a special relationship with chb, just like you did. back when he was sixteen, the first time he kissed you, he let himself think about growing old with you there.

maybe taking over the summer activities and planning. living in a small cabin just on the outskirts of camp. he thought about making it into a welcome center for new arrivals, somewhere where they could have a hot meal and have a room of their own before they inevitably ended up in the hermes cabin with his rowdy siblings.

those were the easy days. back when his biggest fear was losing his best friend if he told you how he truly felt about you. it seems silly and trivial now that he looks back at it. he wishes he told you how he felt sooner, just to get those extra years, extra days, extra seconds with you knowing that you were his and he was yours.

but now he's in his twenties and you were six feet under. it wasn't fair and he felt disgusted with himself as he prepared for his first date with a girl chris set him up with from his sociology class at nyu. he knew that you would've wanted him to move on, after all, you always said that your favorite version of him was when he was in love. something about how his eyes sparkle differently and how his voice turns softer, kinder, when he spoke, but luke didn't know how to tell you that he was only like that when it came to you.

the date was fine. the girl was pretty. she had the same hair color as you and same giggly laugh, and luke should be grateful that chris knew his type, but all luke could do was compare her to you. it wasn't fair to the girl. she was lovely and she deserved someone who didn't think about their ex-girlfriend every time they looked at her.

when she showed up to the mom and pops restaurant luke picked out for the date, she was listening to your favorite artist. luke almost felt like he was back in the aphrodite cabin, listening to the song on your record player, swaying you back and forth in a lousy attempt at slow dancing. if he tried hard enough, he swore he could feel the sound of your heartbeat pressed against his chest, reminding him that you were still there, still alive.

it made him so dizzy that his date had to ask him if he was okay. he turned pale, all the color draining from his face. luke meekly nodded and told her a half-truth. i haven't gone on a first date in a while.

the girl smiled at him kindly, just like how you did when you first met him, and told him she understood. she sat across from him and sipped on her water, trying her best to keep the conversation going, but luke could tell that she knew his mind was elsewhere.

his mind was at camp half blood, in the sheds by the strawberry fields. his lips were on yours, a smile grazing his face that you had to pull away to tease him. he was always so smiley with you, no facade of the brooding, tough as nails, hermes head counselor that everyone else got from him. with you, he was luke, young, naive, and helplessly in love. when he closed his eyes, he could still feel the ghost of your lips on his, cherry lip gloss teasing his tastebuds.

his date complimented his necklace and for the first time that night, luke gave her a genuine smile and a look of interest. it was the necklace you bought for him for his seventeenth birthday. you'd saved up all your money from your part-time job at the froyo shop in ohio during the year. it was a silver dog tag with an engraving of mercury and venus circling each other. he hasn't taken it off since you put the necklace on him years ago.

when she asked the story behind it, luke spoke your name for the first time in a year to a stranger. when he caught himself talking about you in the present tense, a bitter taste lingered in his mouth and he had to gulp down the rest of his water to wash it away. he flexed his hand, a nervous habit that he had. and when the girl leaned over to place her own hand over his to steady him, luke pulled away from her like she just burned him.

he apologized profusely and it became clear to the girl that luke was not ready to go on a date with anyone. luke saw a flicker of disappointment in her eyes and he wondered if he'd looked like that the entire time, disappointed that it was her in front of him and not you. but then she tapped the back of his hand in a friendly way and leaned back in her chair and said, tell me about her.

you were his favorite topic of conversation. he recalled one too many conversations with chris and the stolls where they'd complain about how every conversation somehow ended up about you. so luke obliged and told her the story of how the two of you came to be. he kept the details vague, deciding that exposing olympus and the existence of the gods would be too much for a first date. maybe sixth, or seventh, but he doubts he'll get that far with her.

when the date was over, the girl gave luke a hug and whispered, i hope you guys get back together. it seems like you really love her.

luke wanted to tell her that if he had the power to be with you again, he would do it in a heartbeat, but that was beyond his control. luke thanked her and said, i hope so, too.

[90ekz]

across the map.

☾ summary: usually onyankapon likes to keep his face shaven and sleek, but once he notices how you can’t keep your eyes off his new facial feature, he has other plans.

☆ tags: black fem reader, chubby reader, facial hair kink (??? idk man), sub!ony for like 2 seconds, overstimulation, porn w small plot, teasing, creampie, p in v, liberal use of “ma” & “mama”, mention of pregnancy, not proofread, vaginal fingering, onyan & y/n are roommates in college, business major onyan <3

♡ a/n: sorry for being gone so long, i’ve literally been so busy 😭😭, but thank y’all for 500 followers !!! the support means the world to me.

it wasn’t even intentional.

onyankapon had gotten so busy with his classes overseas that he’d slipped up on his weekly shave. he typically didn’t grow facial hair very fast anyway, but all of a sudden his goatee was sprouting like weeds.

he couldn’t figure out why, until he’d locked eyes with the facial serum connie had gifted him for his birthday. dumbass.

in theory, onyankapon should’ve already shaved it. he told himself that he wouldn’t do it the night before his flight, but he really didn’t have time to keep up with that promise.

and he was lazy.

onyankapon tried to ignore it, but everytime he went to touch his face he was reminded of it, and it just made him cringe. he was finally going home to you tomorrow, and he wanted to look perfect for his baby.

when he’d left home three weeks ago, you were so sympathetic and understanding about the lack of time you were gonna have to talk but still a bit somber, knowing your conversations would be reduced to good morning & good night texts.

now, he stood over his hotel room sink, attempting to both not fall asleep and shave at the same time.

it wasn’t working.

“fuck it. not even finna do allat,” he just flicked the bathroom light off, knowing had a long flight in the morning and it was already nearing one in the morning. he just hoped you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with his stubble.

the next morning, onyankapon felt his lips curl upward when he received a million texts of you being so giddy about him coming home.

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: BAE

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: OMG BABY UR COMING HOME 2DAY

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: HAVE A GOOD FLIGHT BABY ILYSMMMM

the whole flight home, all onyankapon could think of was your plush lips against his and that round ass that he would inevitably be fondling soon. the woman next to him probably thought he was a psychopath from the way he was randomly giggling to himself.

walking off the plane and eventually into the baggage pick up area where he finally saw your face for the first time in almost a month, onyankapon was overwhelmed.

the way your face lit up when you saw him, your body in that pretty little skims dress, god.

he felt like he was in love again for the first time.

you threw yourself into his arms and he was just as excited to see you, but he couldn’t help but kneed the fat of your ass as you kissed him senseless.

“have some shame, we’re in public.”

“can’t help it. my sweet lil’ thing, i missed you…” you gasped as he gripped your ass once more, but not for the reason he thought you did. your eyes had finally zeroed in on his newly bearded face, and you couldn’t help the ache that suddenly appeared downward.

you never saw onyankapon’s facial hair, or rather, he never even gave you the opportunity to see it. as soon as you jokingly commented on how his stubble was tickling you, he was in the bathroom with the door locked while the clippers released a small whirring sound in the background.

you’d always been curious. you liked a lil goatee here and there, but it was never a major turn on or anything.

but on your nigga? yeah, you needed him bad.

he wet his lips as he peered down at you, even giving you a peek of his shiny diamond grill as he smiled at you. you trailed behind him slightly as he led you to your car, trying not to stumble from the heartbeat down below.

“shiiii, slut me out.”

“whatchu say, ma?”

“nun! cmon boy, you walk slow.”

onyankapon let his hands wander the whole drive home. on your thigh, rubbing against your nipples, even rubbing small circles onto your clit at one point.

you two barely got into the house before onyankapon was caging you against the wall and attacking your neck with his teeth. all you could hyperfocus on was the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin.

your hand snaked to rub the sweet spot on his neck, smiling to yourself as he turned to putty. he smiled into your neck, his own hands wandering under the seam of your dress. his eyebrows jumped upward at your wetness.

“fuck.. all this for me mama?” you nod weakly as he immediately pushes two fingers knuckle deep into you, already knowing that you’d been preparing yourself for when he got home.

any words this man was saying to you were barely making it into your ears. anytime onyankapon spoke, you were immediately drawn to his lips and chin, and just how mature he looked.

it was almost sophisticated.

“been gone for so long and you won’t even focus on me. makin’ me sad, baby.” onyankapon breathed out, still a bit in disbelief that you were finally in his arms again. his fingers worked an almost melodic rhythm inside of your cunt, while his palm kept your clit company.

“more—fuck, onyyy,” you couldn’t help but whine out louder as his stubble scratched against your neck once more. the scratch only added to the knot threatening to burst in your stomach.

“shit, get these off mama.” onyankapon tugged at your dress and the panties underneath, silently begging you to get rid of them.

“you nasty.”

“you want me to make you nut or nah?” you just smacked your lips and removed your dress. his eyebrow quirked when you didn’t immediately take off the panties and bra accompanying it, but he dropped to his knees nonetheless.

you shivered at his warm breath ghosting against your clothed pussy. he continued to lap and lick at you, leaving a heavy feeling in your gut.

yet you still wanted more.

you wanted more for the sole purpose of feeling his chin hair scratch and rub against your pussy, your neck, all over you, wherever he wanted.

“c-can you—fuck!” onyankapon just smiled at you, already knowing what you wanted him to do, all you needed to do was beg for it. he just continued his skillful movements, just wanting to tease you for a little longer.

“what can i do for you, my love?”

onyankapon struggled to conceal his laugh, because he expected that you wouldn’t beg to him, not without a lot of coaxing that is.

what he didn’t expect was for you to slip your panties down while he wasn’t looking and stuff his face nose-deep in your cunt without warning. his eyes grew wide as you started shamelessly fucking his face, while he struggled to not choke on his own moans.

between your essence dripping down his chin, the grip on the back of his neck and your whines, onyankapon’s cock found itself getting much stiffer much quicker than he anticipated.

every bump of your clit against his nose against his nose sent a zap to his dick. he just sat and took it, his grip on your thighs tightening so much that he started to wonder if he was gonna break skin.

sex with ony’ wasn’t usually this rough, but three weeks away from each other had your bodies screaming the second you came together again. he really didn’t know how you’d react to seeing him again, but he hadn’t considered that you’d be this dominant.

neither did he think about how much he’d like it.

you pulled him away suddenly, presumably so he could catch his breath. onyankapon could swear that you were talking to him, but his mind was completely gone.

“‘m sorry, mama. ‘shouldn’t have done it, just lemme please you.”

before you could respond, his tongue was roughly digging you out, his grip on your waist being the only thing keeping you on earth. he didn’t stop licking until you’d cum on his tongue twice and were begging him to stop.

“ooh, ony—too much..”

he barely cared, making that known as he continued to press kitten licks to your sensitive hole.

“hey—boy are you even listening to me?” onyankapon gave you a stank look as you pushed him away with your foot. you couldn’t help but laugh at how badly this nigga wanted you.

“i wasn’t done.” suddenly you were being flipped over and onyankapon’s thick cock was laying against the skin of your stomach. he looked just about ready to rip you apart.

he gave your clit a few taps before pushing home, the action making your eyes roll back. he didn’t hesitate to slam himself into you roughly back to back, the meat of your ass slamming against his balls.

onyankapon began to kiss on your neck, and smirked into the crook of it when he felt your cunt spasm around him.

“missed you so much ony—needed t-this..”

“fuck, missed you so much more.. such a good girl…” his thrusts only sped up as you whined his name louder and louder with each kiss his cock placed against your cervix. his grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, as he latched onto you like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.

without any warning, onyankapon strokes his fingers against your clit, and your losing your mind while cumming on his cock. he just coos at you, wondering what he did to deserve you. the overstim quickly sets in though, and you’re not-so quietly begging him to slow down.

“shhh, i know you can give me one more ma, i know you can…”

‘one more’ turned into two, three, and eventually four drawn out orgasms, all sprayed onto onyankapon’s lower abdomen. fuckin’ liar. “mmhm, want me to nut in you mama? want this mini-me in you, yeah?” all you could do is nod weakly as he pumped you full, his thrusts finally slowing. your eyes cracked open to see him smirking down at you while he languidly stroked your cheek to make sure you were still with him.

“you so cute. you still with me?”

“mmm.”

onyankapon just smirked as he got some things to wipe you up with. after a few minutes, you finally started to sit up and recover, only to get an immediate attitude with him.

“i can’t believe i let you nut in me,” you mumbled as he turned on the newest episode of General Hospital. he just laughed at you, not being worried considering you’re on birth control.

“you’re so into the beard, you woulda begged me to anyway.” you just scoffed before walking to the bathroom to pee, knowing that he was right but not wanting to admit it.

“i was not.”

[kuroosdarling]

DEVOURED — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. barou shoei !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : a not so gentle reminder on why you shouldn’t squirm in barous lap.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, primal kink (?)

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : everyone say happy birthday to this king ^_^ love him sm and needed to get a lil blurb out for him hehe. enjoy !!

“shoei-“ you whine, your nails digging into barou’s back. he’s kept you in this position for well over 15 minutes and you could hardly take it anymore.

but you didn’t really know how much he got off on it. how he loves when you cling to him, whining in his ear with problems only he can solve. he feels needed, like he’s got you wrapped around his finger — he feels unbeatable.

“stop squirming.” he gruffs out, the pads of his fingers forcefully gripping your hips, securing you in place yet again. his cock couldn’t help but twitch inside of you as you let out another sweet whimper.

he wanted to see how long he could cockwarm you for. it was agony for him as well, but it was laced with the sweetest sin that made it all worth it. having your pleasure at his mercy stirred up his insides and brought him back to something deep within his very core — the one that aligns with the primal side of his brain. to win, to conquer, to rule.

“i thought you were gonna be good for me?” he speaks lowly in your ear, the intimacy has you tightening around him and all he can do is bite back a groan. “thought you’d do anything for me, hm?”

“ye-“ the word gets cut off with a cry as he roughly thrusts up into you. he relishes in the power he has even while he’s buried deep within you. he pauses, and you know he’s still waiting for his answer. “yes, i'll be good.”

he responds with a satisfied hum as your nails dig further into him. he’ll proudly wear the marks you leave on him, showing them off at practice just so the other guys can only dream of tasting a bit of what he has. but they’ll never get it, they’ll never have you. and the thought alone drives him insane.

barou isn’t dumb, he can tell you’re almost at your limit. his fingers reach down to touch your clit, causing your body to jolt against his. but you’re good and only let out a small whine. everything was so wet, your slick had completely covered every inch between you two and he knew it was about time. all he had to do was wait one more second for the signal.

and there it is. this is exactly what he wanted, what he was waiting for all this time. your body gives out, practically falling onto him as your head rests on his shoulder. a silent surrender that has him all too excited, a satisfied smirk growing on his face as his lips brush against your ear.

“atta girl.” he praises, the words barely escaping his mouth. pride fills his chest as he feels you nod, peppering your soft kisses into his skin. “you’ll get what you want now, don’t worry. let your king take care of you.”

in an instant, his hips are snapping up against yours, brutally thrusting into you. all you can do is hold onto him. which only drives him more feral. the feeling of you clinging to him, taking every single thing he’s giving you, causes him to lose a piece of his control.

his mind blanks out as all he can do is focus on how good you make him feel — mind, body and soul. the level of trust and confidence you pour into him has him wanting to give you everything and anything you want. he’d give you the damn world if he could.

you feel his dark red eyes wander down your body, watching where the two of you connect over and over again. he honestly can’t tell where he ends and you begin. the two of you formed into the perfect being as his hips mercilessly chased yours, almost offended by the space that’s inevitably formed between your bodies each time he pulls out.

that’s why he loves cockwarming so much. he loves to see how desperate you get, yes, but the softer, more vulnerable part of him craves that closeness. and each time he feeds into it, it chips away at his control. slowly losing himself to you in the way he always prided that you did to him.

your cries grow louder and louder, your body helplessly falling limp against his as he drives all his force up into you. each thrust was getting harder, deeper. your needy cunt barely lets him move out of you. every part of your body latched onto him and it made his mind dizzy. but he was not one for giving in.

so, he reached back down between your joint bodies and expertly rolled your clit around between his fingers. it sent you over the edge, bringing him with you in a cry of victory. his hips drove themselves into your depths before filling you up with everything he had.

it was quiet for a moment, save for both of your heavy breathing. lightly grabbing you by the back of your neck, he softly gazes into your eyes. a silent way to check in on you, read you to see where your mind was at. and by the glint in your eye, he knew you were still with him.

besides, just because you’ve both come, doesn’t mean it’s over. far from it, actually. because now that the beast has been let out of its cage, expect to not be finished until the both of you have been devoured by it.

[esshetic]

Leo Season: Its In Your Mind

Leo Season and Leo New Moon.

There is nobody who enjoys their season like the Leo in your life, and I always enjoy celebrating Leo's birthday with them. I don’t enjoy my birthday, so it always feels like a burden to celebrate, but the way Leo takes pride in their season makes me feel super happy and warm.

This is LEO; it is the sun that basks down on you, makes your skin bronze, makes your eyes glisten, and just makes you look your best.

The Leo New Moon takes place on the 4th of August, while race riots have broken out in the UK, with the ‘Far Right’ enacting violence on anyone that is not ‘white’ in England. My biggest fear as someone who came to the UK as a 1-year-old and has lived my life with the feeling of unwantedness, hostility, and belonging nowhere, so this is highlighting all my fears about myself and illegitimacy in the UK.

The hostility, shame, and subsequent bending over backward to appease, helplessness, and simmering anger and volatility of what I may do if I have to be faced with racist abuse through this time.

Something inevitable that was simmering under the surface needed to erupt, Uranus square maybe, perhaps the full moon in Aquarius on the 19th of August, Aquarius being the sign of social groups and movement, this purging was needed to highlight ills in society that now have to be addressed, things coming back to community control and influence. Something to explore and develop towards the building up to this full Moon.

Leo wants us to feel loved and seen and valued no matter what.

How does Leo make you feel? Where is Leo shining in your chart this season, and what are the themes for you?

Leo - it is about you, a glow-up, but you are always shining, so it's more to know that you are doing amazing; all you have to do is be yourself.

Virgo - it's about your money, if you want that pay rise, you will need to believe that you deserve it.

Libra - it's about the space you occupy in the world and your head, do you live full-time in your head?

Scorpio - Leo fills you with a simmering rage at how easily they bask in the light and lack humility the way you think everyone needs to. Not everyone is so controlling with their emotions!

Sagittarius - Leo makes you feel seen in your own joy and makes you feel alive to be yourself.

Capricorn - Leo shines down on the seeds that you planted and provides nutrients to see them grow; it gives you foresight and vision.

Aquarius - Leo creates division between your heart and mind, your heart is normally carefully hidden while your head leads, it makes you forget that for a second and lead with your heart.

Pisces - Leo makes you feel motherly and protective of the innocence and light you see in others; you want to shield it from the harsh world.

Aries - Leo makes you reminisce on the past, childhood, reminding you to actually feel, you are not a robot.

Taurus - Leo is reminding you to have fun, invite more fun into your life, why so serious all the time?

Gemini - Leo invites you to big up yourself and the work you have done, your creativity is inspiring.

Cancer - Leo is asking you to slow down and savor the moment, take it moment by moment, the silence between the noise.

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Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (8)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /

Created: June 6th, 2024

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101 Ways to Say "I Love You"-papofglencoe (ao3) Summary: There's more than one right way to tell someone you love them. A collection of one shots by AO3 authors papofglencoe (Tumblr: papofglencoe) and sirrah_sirrah (Tumblr: peeta-pit). Includes "Tempest," "Inevitable," "His Hands Were Carved By The Angels," "Love Story," "I Only Love It When You Touch Me, Not Feel Me," "Basic Training," "A Modern Love," and "Indelible." All I Want for Christmas is You-JavisTG (ao3) Summary: Best Friends with benefits Katniss and Peeta discover they’re expecting a baby on Christmas Eve. Turns out they’ve been “exclusive” without the other knowing for months. Their families are coming to celebrate New Year’s Eve with them, and it’s all kinds of awkward when they give their announcement because everyone already knew they were “together” before they knew themselves. Always Rivals-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark always have been rivals. They're both smart, driven, and poor, and a scholarship to college is the only way to escape their small hometown. Katniss likes to keep her distance, but Peeta's interested in seeing if they can help each other through the rough patches. How long can Katniss resist his sweet, boyish charm? Anything for the Audience-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: My entry for Prompts in Panem April 2015, Day one 'Cheeks' (To begin this round you should test your ability to depict love's most innocent moments: a father holding his child for the first time, a first kiss, or after.) Baptism-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: “Katniss didn’t know if it was kismet or just plain bad luck but she and Peeta Mellark always found themselves on the opposite of a baptismal font, one of them holding a white clad infant and wondering which one of their idiot friends thought they would make good godparents.” Birthday Surprises-Pikelet184 (ao3) Summary: Growing up, Katniss Everdeen’s birthday had always been her favorite day of the year, spending it with the people who meant the most to her and doing the things she loved. These days, though, it was nothing more than an aching reminder of the people she’d loved who’d then left her without so much as even a goodbye. First, her father. Then Peeta, whose sudden disappearance from her life when they were 17 cut almost as deep as her father’s death. But now Peeta’s back. And there are 6 years of history that they’ll need to overcome if there’s any hope for them. Break-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Katniss takes a risk on her last day at college, a game with higher stakes than she was expecting. Can she keep up with the game after she leaves behind her friends and one blond roommate with a talent for baking and making her feel hopeful? Consolation-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark doesn't want to be Katniss Everdeen's consolation prize. Context-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss needs some advice about her outfit for a date, so she asks her roommate Peeta for his opinion. His surly answer infuriates her until she understands the context for his mood. Delivered-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little shove…

[newjeansgirlfriend]

there’s nothing to be done (when the flowers bloom)

danielle x reader

angst

tw: death

some context: hanahaki disease is a disease where flowers grow in your lungs because your love is unrequited

a cough. it’s something that mo ‘sunshine’ danielle would usually never take notice of.

but it’s hard to not notice when you cough up a petal. 

danielle stared at the petal. what was she going to do? her heartbeat pounded in her head.

“hey dani, come here!” her friend yelled.

swallowing her fear, she put on a smile and turned, “coming!”, running to join her friends. she shouldn’t tell anyone, it would only burden them anyways.

danielle had loved yn since she first set eyes on her. 

“hi! i’m yn! what’s your name?” she had asked. her eyes shone at the thought of making a new friend.

11 year old danielle grinned. “i’m danielle but you can call me dani! wanna be friends?”

“okay!” yn had grinned. she’s so pretty when she smiles, its like she lights up the whole room, danielle thought admiringly, before she hurried to catch up with yn as she went to play.

the day danielle realised she was in love was on yn’s birthday. 

yn was surrounded by her friends, laughing as she unwrapped the presents, when suddenly the light hit her just right.

and in that moment, where everything was still and the sunlight shone through the glass panes of the window, was where danielle thought:

oh.

——————

the days after that were the hardest. it was more tiring than she thought to ignore someone who she loved so much.

who loved her so much.

though, not in the way she wanted.

nevertheless, danielle continued pretending to not notice the steadily climbing number of missed notifications on her phone, but it kept weighing heavily on her mind. she was glad it was the weekend, but monday was looming closer, and it would be impossible to ignore yn at school.

she went to bed with a heavy heart.

——————

the next day, she went into school looking like a mess, her hair half brushed, her clothes wrinkled, her socks mismatched.

in the hallway, she ran into the one person she wished she wouldn’t encounter.

“dani! hey! danielle!”

danielle kept on walking, resisting the urge to turn around. she knew she would cave if she saw yn’s face.

“dani!” a hand came to rest on her shoulder, and she spun around, their eyes meeting.

“what is it?” she said. it came out harsher than she expected.

“oh. i’m sorry if i bothered you.” yn muttered, her head bowed, her eyes downcast. “i just wanted to know, did i do something wrong?”

danielle felt a pang in her heart. it’s not fair on yn to ignore her, she thought. it’s best to suffer myself instead of hurting yn. she deserves better.

“it’s nothing, i just needed some time. sit with me at lunch?”

“of course!”

and that was that. life went on as usual, at least on the outside. until now.

yn was chatting excitedly about something, she could tell that much from her expression and the moving of her mouth, but danielle couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in her ears. 

yn’s expression turned to a frown and she waved her hand in front of dani’s face. 

“hello? earth to dani?”

danielle snapped out of her daze.

“huh?”

“are you ok? you seem a bit out of i—“

the bell interrupted yn with its obnoxious ringing. she waved to yn as she rushed to her next lesson.

saved by the bell, she thought. if only the bell could save me from my fate.

she coughed up another petal on the way to chemistry.

——————

at home, she gathered up the petals she’s collected throughout the day. the array of flowers remind her of yn…

yn.

her best friend, her shoulder to cry on, and the soon to be reason for her death. she would never know, of course, because she wouldn’t tell her, in fact, she wouldn’t tell anyone. after all, it was inevitable she would die eventually, and it wouldn’t do yn any good if everyone knew it was her who danielle had loved so much she had made her cough up petals.

she fell asleep on her desk, the petals stained by tears.

——————

she didn’t go into school the next day. 

‘im not feeling well so i wont be in school 🤕🤕’, she had texted yn.

‘CALL ME?!??’ she had recieved as a response.

‘i lost my voice so i cant😭😭’

she was a liar.

so? a voice in her head said. you’re going to die anyways.

might as well make the most of it.

——————

it had only been a day and danielle had already coughed up an entire bud. the disease was spreading quicker than she had thought. there were only a few days now. 

she picked up the phone to read the messages she had recieved she wasn’t surprised to see 74 unread messages from hanni. the latest one read: ‘im coming over.’

the doorbell rang.

danielle hurriedly shoved all of the flowers into a drawer, and rushed downstairs to greet hanni.

“dani! are you okay?” hanni asked worriedly as soon as the door swung open.

“i’m fine-“ she was cut off by a cough. her hand closed around the petal, but not quick enough for hanni to miss the red colour between her fingers.

“is that?”

“its nothing…” danielle replied curtly.

“it’s not nothing, give me that!” she snatched the crumpled petal fron danielle. it floated to the floor as hannis jaw dropped in shock, unable to comprehend the situation. “are you…”

“come in.”

hanni closed the door behind her and the two girls made their way up to danielle’s room. the silence was deafening, the tension thick enough to cut. the door to danielle’s room opened with a click.

“why didn’t you tell me?” hanni cried. 

“i didn’t tell anyone.”

“that’s worse!” hanni shouted. composing herself, she took a deep breath, and exhaled through her mouth. “who is it?”

“huh?”

“who do you love?”

“i… can’t tell you.”

“why not?”

danielle had no answer.

“dani… you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want but…”

“it’s yn.”

hanni let out a breathy gasp as the words tumbled out of danielle’s mouth. 

she should have known. the way danielle’s eyes creased a little more when yn was laughing too. the way she always clung to yn no matter what the situation.

“since when-“

“yesterday. i’ve already started coughing up buds.” deciding it was already too late to hide anything, danielle opened up the drawer and scooped up the flowers to show hanni.

“see… hanni..?” 

hanni’s eyes were brimming with tears, and as she rushed forwards to hug danielle, they flowed, staining danielle’s t-shirt. words hung in the air between them. 

i’ll miss you. i love you. don’t leave me. 

then, danielle started crying too. the two girls clung to each other as they sobbed, as if the world would collapse if they let go.

“i don’t want to die,” danielle’s lips were chapped, and she could taste salt in her mouth from her tears. 

“please,” it came out as a choked gasp. “please, i don’t want to die!” her hands curled into balls as she clenched hanni’s sweater.

“shh,” hanni reassured her. “we’ll,“ she hiccuped. “we’ll be okay.” the words were empty, but they brought danielle at least a little bit of comfort.

they sat together in silence while the blue sky turned golden and the sun receded to reveal the dark blue of the night sky.

that’s how they woke up the next day too, jolting awake at the sound of danielle’s alarm.

they laughed together at their puffy eyes, and gossiped about people at their school while pressing cold spoons to their eyes, but it was still at the back of their minds, gnawing away at them.

it was funny how they could laugh like this, like two normal best friends, like their universe was still the same, like their reality wasn’t going to be altered in a few days.

or less.

——————

danielle rushed to the bathroom, covering her mouth with her hand. she smothered another cough as she opened the door, gagging at the feel of petals in her throat. finally, she locked the door behind her and let all the buds out.

some of them were half opened. 

frantically, she dialled hanni. her clammy hands fumbled with the phone until she pressed on hanni’s contact name. she swallowed the next round of flowers.

“hello? dani, are you there?”

hanni could only hear coughs in the background.

“dani? dani where are you? are you okay? dani?”

the lack of answer made her heart drop to her stomach.

——————

danielle came to in a hospital bed, and gasped.

“dani? are you okay?” yn’s panicked voice filled her ears before she could open her eyes.

“i’m fine.” she replied, surpressing the urge to cough. “where’s hanni?”

“i’ll go get her.” yn said. danielle couldn’t tell if she could make out a hint of jealousy or not.

she was probably going insane.

she lay there in the bed, with her thoughts to keep her company, until she could hear the pitter-patter of footsteps came closer to danielle and she could make out the sound of hanni’s voice and the door burst open.

“dani!”

suddenly, she couldn’t breathe. blood rushed to her head and her vision clouded, but she could still barely make out the shocked faces of hanni and yn.

oh, she thought. so this is it.

‘you take my breath away,’ danielle had once told yn, who took it as a joke.

how ironic it was.

and as danielle’s lungs closed up, she smiled up at yn.

i’m glad i could be with you, that i could meet you, at least for a little while.

the heart monitor went flat.

yn sat down next to where danielle’s bed had been.

her hand reached up to cover her face as the uncontrollable coughing wracked her body.

in her palm, a sunflower.

her eyes closed.

danielle, i’ll see you soon.

the rise and fall of yn’s chest stilled.

ive been writing this for like a month… HOW DO PEOPLE WRITE FICS THAT ARE SO LONG ????

[everydayfrimmel]

July 22, 2024

"The L Word (Love and/or Leaking Roofs and/or Late-Night Cable Television)" words, roommate au, part 15/15

This place has a leaky roof that patching never seems to fix, a refrigerator that hums ominously, and no air conditioning. Its small sideyard fills with weeds if they’re not careful, and though most of the trash that used to live there is gone now, a single punched-out window screen leans forlornly against the wall and leaves a rectangle of brighter blue where the peeling paint on the wall has faded around it. No one can leave the driveway until the stray cats that come for the food Himmel leaves out for them disperse for the morning. Half of the place sits empty where it hadn’t before.

Frieren is starting to love it. 

She wasn’t supposed to stay here, out in the country in this broken-down house in dire need of care and attention she was unwilling to give. It was always her plan to use the twelve-month lease to look for somewhere better to live. Not that she was itching to leave—Frieren rarely itches to do anything—but it was never a permanency. 

Then, May had arrived, and Frieren hadn’t even thought about finding a replacement home, and Himmel looked so crestfallen when she mentioned it that she hadn’t had a reason to keep looking. And the lease had been renewed. And Flamme had started calling her up asking when that boy is going to take you off my hands. And Frieren had become rather confused, but not unpleasantly so, and then she’d simply accepted her lot in life and called the exterminator for the roaches in the basement so Himmel could put a treadmill down there (for the winter, apparently) and stayed. 

No amount of small improvements ever make the house seem any less decrepit. The paint is still peeling. Frieren slightly suspects that the hideous Victorian wallpaper in her bedroom is radioactive. The hot water heater likes to fake its own death. Flamme and Himmel, sick of hearing Frieren talk about the carcinogens in her wallpaper and starting to grow slightly worried that she might be right, team up to get the landlord’s permission (he’s all too happy if it brings the price up) and pay somebody to take down the wallpaper and paint her walls instead for her birthday. It’s nice, it really is, but the old stuff haunts her even beneath a thoroughly sensible coat of light-blue paint. A lot of things about the house are like that.

But it’s become theirs, and she starts to overlook its shortcomings the way she overlooks Himmel’s constant chatter and buzzsaw snore: not without exasperation, but with a great deal of fondness. Like one does with all the things one loves.

“We can fix all that,” Himmel keeps on promising, but Frieren’s not half as optimistic. They can tear up anything they want, but the version that sticks in Frieren’s head will be the one she met when she arrived. The only thing that’s ever given this crumbling place a half-measure of its fading life back is Himmel, and that would be too embarrassing to tell them. 

“Doubt that,” she always replies. But it’s only half about her doubt in his abilities. Truthfully, Frieren doesn’t know if she wants it to be fixed.  

It won’t look like it did when she met him if they do that. The kitchen won’t be the same kitchen where she kissed him for the first time. She won’t hear his singing in the shower after a workout the same way if they knock down a wall to enlarge the bathroom. Her bedroom is all right to change for the sake of her health, and because her most prominent memories of it do not involve Himmel; and perhaps she wouldn’t mind being rid of the sagging couch, but the living room absolutely must stay as is.

She doesn’t like change where it concerns something she cares for. It always surprises her how sentimental she can get when she’s reminded of that. 

But then, change is inevitable. Change means that sleeping in her own bed so she can sprawl out like a spider means Himmel thinks she’s upset with him, and learning that it is probably for the best to avoid that. (He lets her sleep like a starfish all the same.) It also means having to do things like admit she has a personal life to her boss because she needs her untouched time off to go on a honeymoon, and put someone else on her tax returns, and endure questions from the old people in town about babies that make both Frieren and Himmel flush for different reasons. Not all of those things are unbearable.

And some of them are excellent.

When she reads now, it is not under compulsion, because Flamme, in all honesty, would rather discuss Himmel and how she’s getting on with him than anything else. And sometimes, when Himmel is around and unoccupied with grading papers and sleepy, it is aloud, resting the book on his head like a stand while he lays in her lap. 

He does not keep whole pallets of cup noodles in the cupboard anymore, takes on some ridiculous affectation of health-consciousness (as if he hadn’t always been going for runs) and cooks real food as if it is his spousal duty to swear off his bachelor diet of candy, bananas, and things that could be prepared in a microwave. This benefits Frieren, who is lazy, very much.

There is always someone home when she finishes work.

She is allowed to accompany him to meetings of the parent-teacher association and sit in the corner eating the baked goods that the parents of his students bring in. 

Sometimes he can be convinced to wash her in the shower if she is feeling too lazy to do it herself, and on airplanes, his shoulder makes a very reliable pillow. She likes the way Himmel coaxes her awake far better than an alarm clock. 

So there are good changes, she supposes. All of those. Late-night movies and late-night drives. Always being seen together. Watching Himmel sing in the kitchen or the car, feeling more than she thought she was capable of. Liking this decaying house for having Himmel in it. Not being so used to loneliness anymore. No longer counting down the days until she can go home for a visit like she did in college and her first few months in the country, craving warmth without knowing it, hungry for love. 

Because, after all—home is here now. 

[planet-crait]

Potazel Potahzel is up next! I’ve heard some about this one and with Hazels fry obsession (mood) I was wondering when she’d make a fry based wish lolz. Can this distract me from the impending Operation Birthday Takeback? Uhh we’ll see? Funnily enough whether or not this should be before Operation Birthday Takeback is unclear. It’s ordered as number 28 while Birthday Takeback is 27 but this episode aired on July 30th while Operation Birthday Takeback aired on July 31st. The more I try and figure this out the more fucked I realize the ordering of the episodes are and no one seems to know for sure how they should be ordered which maybe explains Hazel and Devs weird dynamic at times but also I hate it.

The episode refusing to load doesn’t boad well. Luckily I have backup options so we are rolling.

THEME SONG LETS GO! Maybe it knows I’ll need it for what’s coming up soon. I don’t know if I want to just get there already or delay the inevitable.

Hazel is not happy with dinner lolz. Wait she’s going to just toss it girl that is a perfectly good plate of food. Funny her parents are rolling with the trashcan being an imaginary friend. But uh that’s not what’s going on here at all.

Oh her parents caught on and stopped her good good. Don’t toss perfectly good food. Save the food send her to bed without dinner if she won’t eat maybe?

I I am with Hazel here just…plain…tomatoes? Warmed up ones at that? No thank you. The rest sounds fine but you lost me at the just grilled tomato slices ima be real here. I could go on a tangent about the popular head-cannon Timmy often had to wish for food at all because Vicky wouldn’t feed him but that’s neither here nor there.

The way Hazels dad is talking about food is pretty funny though. That man is getting emotional over it lolz.

Did…did he just inhale the food in one bite??? Really? Didn’t even chew? What is wrong with you my dude. Good job on not letting her have dessert before finishing dinner and trying to talk about the importance of a balanced diet. Kids need to start that at a young age even when they get hyper fixated on a specific food item. I will not judge you though if you skip the tomato’s like I love all things caprese but the tomato’s need something just tomato’s are a hard nope from me.

Wait they offered dessert to the trash can amazing lolz.

I love how the men cook dinner at home in the show it reminds me of when I was growing up my dad mostly cooked dinner despite working more hours then my mom by a significant margin but we won’t get into that one.

Cosmo French fries aren’t French you you know that right? Wanda why are you proud of Hazel for this wish didn’t Timmy make a similar one and it end in disaster? Hazel I promise as a fellow potato lover you’ll get sick of fries real fast I promise you. As much fun as it sounds you’ll get bored so fast.

Fry cereal? Uh okay? Wow uh nice kick Cosmo. RIP that poor book though IT WAS NOT GUILTY OF THE CHARGED CRIMES.

Oh here we go I heard this song before lolz. I love Hazel is obsessed with fries lolz. Wait one day and she turned into a potato? Already? Magic food lolz.

Why didn’t Timmy turn into dessert? Or the kids into pudding? I have questions. And we have another fairy okay.

Cosmo is going to touch it I know it.

So she’s listening to Mother Nature when she says she needs to have balance lolz. Oh even Mother prefers potato’s as well lolz.

HAZEL ATE THE MOTHER POTATO??? HAZEL HAZEL WTF???

Cosmo maybe stop giving her ideas for vengeance.

Uhh why are you going to the machine? What was your plan Hazel? HAZEL WTF??? What is with this show and depicting kids like almost letting themselves die? Willingly?

Why did Mother Nature calm down immediately? Like she yelled a lot and acted like potato’s were gone forever, when this is clearly fixable? Was this just for a dramatic moment?

Huh wow Hazel made a lot of grilled veggies lolz. Well she clearly learned her lesson so that’s good.

When did the trashcan come to life I have questions?

Still overall a cute episode that is relatable to anyone who hyper-fixated on a food as a kid. Now next is Operation Birthday Takeback and I am not even slightly prepared for the pain that inevitably will be coming.

[ambrozians]

how do you feel about Jade's half brother + will he be showing up in any of your fics ?

whoa, anon, are you in my head or something? i was literally thinking about him last night 😭 luke chaumont has only appeared one time in comics and it’s enough to send me into a late night spiral about jade and her family.

tw / abuse mention, trafficking mention

luke is someone i would love to see brought back into the fold because he opens up a lane where we can start to dig into jade’s story more. in only one appearance there are a few things we can glean about the chaumonts and luke in particular: jade’s family moved to australia after selling her, the chaumonts are wealthy, luke is her older brother, he is a respected (and likely high-ranking) agent in checkmate, and is aware that his sister is cheshire. all of that can be understood in one story and it makes for so much room to explore. it’s also worth noting that luke is clearly white-passing and a man while jade is neither. luke growing up in australia and becoming very successful while his sister was being subjected to multiple forms of abuse is a stark contrast to say the least. his entire life is the exact opposite of jade’s. basically, if you bring luke back into the fray then you can start examining andré and anna more. i really like the idea of all three of them knowing that she’s alive and knowing that she’s cheshire because that makes her a ghost made real. she’s always there, lurking, haunting, (staring back in anna’s case); a reminder that whether it be death or imprisonment, their reckoning is inevitable.

as for including him in my fics, i’ve been trying to figure out how to factor him into structural integrity (which will be published soon) but there’s so much i want to explore within that story since it’s the one that takes place in the “present”, and i have to be careful not to detract from the main point of the story (which is building a home literally and figuratively). so, i don’t think he’ll “physically” appear in that story but don’t be surprised if you see mentions of him because i am itching to write and explore jade’s reaction to lian and roy knowing luke. cause it’s like, her long lost brother has been to her daughter’s birthday parties, and is in a position where he can contact her and he just. hasn’t. crazy.

there is definitely a story idea that has lingered in my brain for quite sometime though where jade takes it upon herself to go find her family and possibly enact some much-needed vengeance (justice, really). something very cathartic, you know? again, jade functioning as the ghost of chaumonts’ past that is very much alive and in a position where her mere existence threatens whatever andré and anna have created in regards to their livelihood now is just too good.

[miju-khan]

( assad zaman, 32, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that MIJANUR KHAN is a PAINTER that works in SECTOR 9. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of BLOOD CONSUMPTION. That must be why they’re CREATIVE and ERRATIC. If you ask me, they remind me of burning rubies and charcoal fingerprints, the acrid taste of copper in the air, and a febrile energy ready to break. They are affiliated with THE SOCIETY.

basic information:

character name: Mijanur Khan

nickname (s): Miju

face claim: Assad Zaman

mutation status: Gen II mutant

birthday: Nov 3

sexuality: Bisexual

moral alignment: Chaotic neutral maybe?

occupation: Cartographer (but he dreams of moving into the artist career soon!)

work sector: Sector 5

affiliation: The Society

3 positive traits: Creative, devoted, adventurous

3 negative traits: Erratic, moody, melodramatic

biography (optional):

tw: blood, death

Miju was born to a council member (whose sector will remain unspecified so I don't block anyone else's potential plots) and an interior designer. He was a very loved, and very sickly baby. Diagnosed with haemophilia, his parents made sure to keep him thoroughly pampered and protected, but he didn't grow any healthier, and his mother's milk seemed only to make him sicker.

His mutation became apparent when he began to teethe, and finally got what he needed. Not mother's milk, but mother's blood. It was a sacrifice both parents happily made for him. Although rationing ensures he gets donated blood bags from the hospital, it is far far better if Miju can drink straight from the source.

The hunger can, unfortunately, be hard to control. Especially as a teenager, because Miju was not exempt from the uncontrollable appetite of being a teenage boy. This led, one day, to him drinking from his willing father, and then drinking, and drinking some more. He drained his father, killing him and irreparably fracturing his relationship with his mother.

The government, naturally, mandated a great deal of therapy and supervision after this. It was many years ago now, and Miju leads a solitary life. He is a creative soul, with a great love for art that he cultivated as a child, losing himself in the beautiful illustrations of fairytale books. This creativity is expended largely on his work, drawing up maps based on information brought back by those that traverse the expanse. He does annoy his more pragmatic colleagues, because Miju is prone to flights of fancy with his maps and adds more extraneous illustrations than is strictly necessary. But HE is having fun doing it!

Generally, Miju leads an isolated life. He's ashamed of his past, afraid of what he might do. But he IS very active with the Mutants' Society. He wants mutants to have adequate support networks, protections, etc, so while he can be quite flippant day-to-day, this is one thing he is very earnest about.

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

He has always lived here, so knows nothing else. He certainly prefers it to the alternative. With that said, he would love to go on reconaissance missions to scout out locations to map! Unfortunately due to the haemophilia, it's too risky for him to travel where he might get injured.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

He is critical of them, but not necessarily against them. He just feels they have their own agenda and he wants to examine those agendas closely before he puts his support behind any proposed motion. He likes to bitch and moan about them, because he likes to bitch and moan, but truly he supports the idea of a hierarchical structure.

Also, though, he inevitably feels awkward around the council. Being that he accidentally killed his dad, a council member. Ha ha :O)

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

He did! In an ideal world, Miju would be an independent artist with a wealthy patron (with or without Benefits, ahem), but until he can make his way into the art sector, he enjoys cartography as it allows him to exercise some artistic freedom.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

Splint rings. They can restrict his movement a bit when he's trying to work, but Miju suffers frequently from joint pain and they help. He generally also has painkillers, heat pads, and various other portable first aid goods.

(mutant only section)

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

Blood consumption. Not really an ability so much as a straight up mutation.

are they gen i or gen ii?

Gen II.

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

He can consume blood. I say 'can'. He has to, he can't digest anything else. His strengths include having cute pointy canine teeth.

One nice thing about his mutation is that his saliva contains endorphins -- it cannot be transferred mouth to mouth, but mouth to wound? Definitely! So when he drinks blood from a person, they don't feel pain, and they get a nice high out of it.

His eyes change depending on his hunger level. When freshly sated, his eyes are bright red, and in general his skin is flushed and plump. When hungry, his eyes are dark brown, and he has a sickly pallor about him.

Drinking blood also helps if he has had any bleeds recently. If he can't get a transfusion, a little drink can replenish his health pretty well! It's not got any real healing powers for him but it does help with managing his illness.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

His weaknesses are that if he doesn't drink blood, he is getting no nutrition. Simples !

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?

No!

[tinybirdsupporter]

FLOSSING: A GRADUATION

a graduation from suicidality, it is.

I am no longer afraid of committing to the fact and confronting to the reality that I will live.

I just bought a calendar for the first time in my entire life. I never used the planner they gave us every year in high school (although having the type of brain that desperately needed it), cause using the planner admitted to me that I was indeed scheduling my day away— locking the possibility of something better happening— it would prove to me, in some way, that I am accepting in the conditions of my circumstance, and I’ll actively participate in their existence. school, work, sleep, death.

And I have never been okay with the circumstances of my existence. I have always wanted to die. Childhood depression, yada yada, you grow up and become your person, totally created in misery. Baked in some special sauce. Cooked and burnt and fried.

I have always run away from my foreseeable future. My depression was the type where you weren’t too keen on living in the first place, so every single responsibility added felt like bulky clothes while you’re already drowning, simply another reason that the inevitable were to occur: it’s because you never committed to living in the first place. Every push actually pushes you. The steadfastness of a life force was never there to begin with. Water in wind, rain on concrete. You never stood a chance.

Tonight I did my whole nightly routine. Before doing this, I usually take “consideration time”, 10-15 minutes beforehand (which is to say for 10-15 minutes, I am secretly debating if I should waste my energy in getting up at all, because one night wouldn’t kill me, the whole time I am begging myself to fool myself into thinking I would do it tomorrow morning. Because I don’t want to get up. Because self care, which is self preservation ((even in this minuscule example)) has always been something “extra”— because self care, which is self preservation, means admitting you’d like to commit to living.)

That is the bar. That is how low my will to live is. Genuinely. And I’m not fucking depressed like that, as of late. As I’ve put myself into lovely circumstance, through picking battles, choosing peace, and finding forever friends, I’ve been pretty good, I’ve been pretty great, I would say!

Back to the story— I flossed my teeth tonight, a conscious integrated action preluded by many experiences of preparing for this present-future moment. These moments include: a thought that I should start flossing; a reminder to buy floss at the store; a moment in which I actually executed the action, both by going to the store and separately remembering to buy the floss; bringing the floss to the bathroom, alongside my four other things to remember; shortly thereafter, I finally was there, poised in the mirror, hair back and abound, dutifully flossing. A perfect length of floss, enough to wrap a finger or two around for optimal leverage, functional control, and superior grip. And so I was flossing, and in that moment, I felt that I had graduated. I felt the same feelings as I did while graduating— the heart pushes up in your chest a bit, your breaths are remarkably light, your head pulses with pleasant blood— I felt like I had graduated.

Usually you don’t feel that same pang of self-worth and holy gratitude while flossing. However comma I did, and I still do. The graduation feeling persisted as I wrote down dates in my calendar— only friend’s birthdays, so far. I knew I had graduated from my old way of life. I finally wanted to live, and I would do the hard things any day to do it.

[coldagain]

invitation to join crew

To the Hon'ble First Mate of "The Fire Dragon",

Have you ever heard of the phrase "In-yun"? It is somewhat of a theistic concept— that everyone in our life is there because we were connected in a past life. It says that we need to accumulate thousands of layers of fates and choices and destinies, and only then can we meet someone in this life. Even the people we had mindlessly passed by on the street. And you're so much more than a stranger. Sometimes, I wonder how we've met in the other lifetimes.

It's raining outside right now, and I'm at my desk. It's slightly cold here, and the rain is relentless. I should really start on with with this. It's your eighteenth birthday, after all! I should remind you of our pact to run away together, haha. Sorry if I'm being weird I've already taken so much time wondering about what I should write to you. I don't know if I am very good at wording things. I hope this makes some semblance of sense, at least.

There are people you meet because you're destined to, and there are people you meet because you choose to. Sometimes, it scares me how close we've come to never knowing each other. But I'm so happy, so ecstatic that I did. That I remember the exact moment we were talking about life and love and the universe and I was thinking— oh. this is a moment I'll remember for the rest of my life.

And I do. I do.

I won't write about us. I don't know what we are anymore. But I still remember all of our mornings and afternoons and nights. You were— no, you are my best friend! I'll always care about you. Always. My new friends always ask who's that in the picture when they come over to my house. It's the one where we had so many ice-creams that we couldn't stop sneezing. I had it framed, and put on my nightstand. Who would dare forget us! We are going to be the most famous pirates in the world!

I hope you've been taking care of yourself, and that you get into fewer fights with your awful temper. I know that you're working hard, so make sure to take breaks sometimes, okay? You care about so many things, and I won't ask you to stop, because that's who you are. That makes up you to me. It's so envying sometimes, how you love so freely. But when it gets a little harder to love on bad days, I hope you can put yourself first. Remember that. You observe, and you're there. You never let anyone feel alone. There are so many things I know about you, but there are so many that I don't anymore. I haven't talked to you in a while, have I? Did you finally grow out of your weird pineapple fascination?

It's a foolish dream— but I really want to think it'll come true someday— that we'll become friends again someday, and that we can actually backpack through the whole world like we had always planned to! It's inevitable that we had grown up, maybe apart, and we would never ever be the same again. We would lead different lives. But as much as I'm scared to death, even if you think i'm being too demanding, I'm hopeful for the future. Perhaps, it'd be miserable, but oh, wouldn't that be so exciting as well? Not knowing where we'll end up that day? We'd be happy, I'm sure. You deserve it. I hope that you can learn to love yourself. I hope that you forgive the person you used to be, the person you couldn't, and the one you want to be. I hope that you can shamelessly, proudly, happily, be yourself. I hope you are happy.

We just— grew up so fast, didn't we?

I miss you

With regards,

The Savage Captain of "The Fire Dragon".

(I just miss my best friend)

[monratarot]

Hi Moni! I'd like to please take part in your free readings.

My question is why does my friend group tend to push me away when we are all together.

My initials are C.A, my birthday is December 8th 2004. An event that happened in the past month is that I have been dealing with feeling energetically low, always tired and always lonely... It's actually super draining in all aspects of my life like socially, emotionally, educationally and physically.

Hello, dear @plutoasteroids! Thank you for your request. Hope that my reading will help you and bring clearance to your situation. 

Feedback is very much appreciated and if you consider tipping me, you can do so on my ☕️ko-fi.

Count of questions/requests and answers 10/15.

Without wasting any time, let's get into your reading!🎀💌💓

The cards indicate that you are giving up your time for another person(your friends) and that you want to spend valuable time with them but this makes you feel neglected. I can see that you will receive some gifts, or your financial circumstances will improve. This can be a reason why your friends tend to push you away because you are blessed with some stuff that they don't have in their life. Maybe you are the type of person who likes to exchange small gifts of appreciation to your circle of friends and this is frustrating them. They don't know how to appreciate what you are doing for them and they can also be jealous of you.

Also, you can be a lucky person who can have an easy life and this can irritate them. They are frustrated with everything you do and I think that they don't want you to evolve or grow. The good part is that you are way ahead of them and also better than them. You are like a threat to them. Because of this situation, you can deal with some migraine and intense pain. 

You need to know that soon you will be forced to decide on this situation because you cannot continue like this. You feel vulnerable and confused but soon you will be illuminated and make a change. This change will happen because it's inevitable and due to forces that aren't in your control.

If you want advice from me I think now is the time to change the people that you have close to you because they don't want what is beneficial for you. All this response you are getting from them is like a blessing because the influence is not beneficial for you. Don't see this change as a bad thing, this detachment from them will force you to find something better for you, a better circle of friends that will support and understand you. 

Angel message: You are reminded that your essence is divine so let no one diminish you. When you feel serene and at peace you are powerful, for no one can upset or influence you. Your angel guidance is to find your still, quiet center, then heal your anger, purify your emotions, rely on your judgment, and take your decisions. The power is based on inner strength, self-worth, and confidence. 

Affirmation: I am serene, powerful, and confident. 

Wish you only the best!🍀

Moni🧚‍♀️

[existentialbby]

Sometimes I like to think about the fact that in 1492 Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue but like, honestly, that is such a random historical fact that has for reason gained relevancy like it's common knowledge now that the vikings landed in the US before Christopher Columbus and also like uh maybe the literal native Americans hello????? Like just cause everyone in England was too busy fucking inventing new ways to kill eachother to realize like oh shit there's more land over here doesn't mean that the America's were some sort of huge discovery, like why the fuck do I even care that Christopher Columbus existed other than the atrocities he committed being bad. It's not even a particularly relevant history to the America's if you ask me like the colonies sure that's kinda relevant thats when Europeans started to immigrate but idk I think I would have just liked a section that taught native american history. Like the most I ever got was the Thanksgiving speech and even that shit hole lesson was conceived by an ass hat who had no idea what was going on or trying to needlessly dumb it down for me. Very frustrating. I think that sometimes we spend a lot of time trying to dumb things down for kids, and lord believe me I know that some kids out there do totally need it to be dumbed down, but like, nah man immerse them kids in a cultures and educated enviornment so they can grow up and recognize parallels between the lives of people past and their own experiences. There are so many modern examples of happenings in the world that we can look back to history and say "wait, haven't we done this before?" Maybe that's the nature of humanity, to be in an infinite loop of constant fucking up and repeating out mistakes, but I'd really like to believe that we're more than that, that we can truly learn from our past and our mistakes if only we open our hearts to the possibilities. Sometimes, it seems like it's surely too big an ask to be even remotely possible, but such is our burden, the burden to try against that which is impossible. Every day we wake up and face the horrors of our reality, the mundanity of life, and though it may be a struggle, ultimately we do find ourselves doing our little tasks and serving the capitalism gods above us. We do this in spite of our eminent ends. Maybe we don't always recognize that, we choose to not constantly think about how any day can be our last, but it is a fact that we celebrate in many ways. With each passing year we celebrate birthdays, both for the monumenntous occasion of our entering into this cruel and beautiful world, and for a grim but subtle reminder that our time here is but a trial. And sadly, no one knows when it's going to end.

Maybe that's what makes our little lives precious, of course there's all the rest of being a person and Yada Yada Yada, but I find that there is something uniquely human in our determination to face everyday despite the literal hard wall of the inevitable. Often, instead of feeling down, though I have down days too, I feel inspired to create, to pour my heart out into these posts or to write a hilariously bad piece of poetry. That too is a burden in of itself, a constant battle of wanting to outplay my own past experiences, to one up myself in an infinitely scaling tower of incredible mind numbing expository greatness, or to somehow eventually create something so profound that it doesn't just touch your heart, it shatters it. I think it's hard to convey emotion through any medium, how is it possible that great artists can use the forms of music or paint or word to twist us up? How can I surpass their ability to give you an emotional and mental experience like no other? How can I wire to you, directly, the feelings that I have? I want to blow your mind. I really do. But it's hard to constantly reach that level when sometimes all your brains wants to do is be like hehe hehe froggy. So I don't know, there's a lot of things I don't know. Like

The primordial soup right

DNA was just forming

How did that happen? Obviously there's theories but like imagine being there in person to see it. It would probably look like nothing but still, that could be cool. Isn't it scary to think about how we're all nothing but constantly running chemical reactions? Everything including us could be reduced to simple cause and effect. Like, you say bazinga, cause I asked you to and the effect I'd that it would cool I think

B*zinga (derogatory)