#and nice to know like. what to expect expenses wise

[fleshadept]

i’ve been figuring out so many complicated actions in excel for my finances spreadsheet i might look into getting a certification

[okaerina]

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SIMP! enhypen x CRUSH! reader GENRE! fluff, crack, mutual pining, idiots in love TW! not proof read, lowercase intended A/N! anon rqs WC! 890 NOW PLAYING! . . . xo ( only if you say yes ) by enhypen ──   💭 ࿔

𖠗 HEESEUNG .ᐟ

somwhat awkward but confident. he thinks he's pretty mature in terms of romance but when he is with you his brain short circuits so hard he has to grip on something to not faint. but he's a great listener, he will listen to your rants, anything that's been bothering you. he listens so attentively humming and interacting. writes songs dedicated to you and serenades you by singing them !!! you are literally his muse atp, he notes down every little detail about and absolutely adores them. he's all giggles and blushy with you hehe. he dreams of playing video games with lmao.

𖠗 JAY .ᐟ

pretty mature and a bit shy. i feel like jay would be the most mature one amongst enhypen. he's also a bit shy too but tries to overcome it. he's loaded as hell so do expect expensive gifts and bouquets more often. another great listener. he's also a very great adviser, he's wise and thoughtful. very (+infinity) dependable and reliable. he's always there to help you out, cooks you meals and encourages you to eat more. very polite and understanding your parents will definitely approve of him. plays you a song he wrote for you as a way of confessing. lots of fancy outings and always pays first ^^

𖠗 JAKE .ᐟ

so super sweet and shy. when jake likes someone he tends to get touchy with them but when it's you hell he can't even look up at your face (he swears up and down that he loves you). stutters alot when talking to you and you just can't help but chuckle at his cuteness (he dies pls stop). tries to help you out with everything, even if he doesn’t take the class he still tries to learn a thing or two so he could help you out oh! you'd also start seeing him in your classes. lots of study sessions where he's most of the time gawking at you and always getting caught doing it lmao. rants about physics and layla to you alot! makes a lego bouquet for you.

𖠗 SUNGHOON .ᐟ

very hyper confident and delusion. he's good looking, loaded, has nice personality, fame and fans - everything you could ask for he's got it all so what's stopping you from liking him? he deludes himself into thinking that you'll fall in love with him just like any other girl but you don’t (sike) he goes ''huh wait what but i thought'' cue courting era of park sunghoon. never in his life he imagined he'd have to court someone but you’re not just someone you’re special, you’re his one and only true lovd. gets unexpectedly shy with you, hides his face and giggles. he realizes you’ve officially unlocked a new persona of sunghoon reserved just for you.

𖠗 SUNOO .ᐟ

he's so popular and friendly with everyone that you thought he was being just friendly to you the entire time sheesh. he has to restart his plans and just ends up telling you he has romantic feelings for you. then you'd start seeing the subtle difference between him around you vs around others. you noticed how he would like to listen to you speak when he was hyper yapper. always wants spend alone time with you. "hm im sorry i need to hang out with my girl" plans everything from the date spot to how it end. loves to plan outfits with you. skincare nights! always make sure that you eat well. takes lots of pictures of you without you knowing (not in a creepy way). will clap back at anyone and everyone for you.

𖠗 JUNGWON .ᐟ

pretty chill about it tbh. you'd have no idea he's got something for you yes he's that good at hiding. a fake-scenario maniac, daydreams about you a lot and giggles like a maniac (oof the weird stares). looks your contact name every single day. takes advice from his hyungs and literally has a diary related to you, he writes about you, to you. approaches in the most random way, "you know i have a dog..." very caring, always stands by your side. your biggest defender. once you two start chatting he will send you random videos of him playing in the park when the entire country is asleep.

𖠗 NI-KI .ᐟ

he may put up a bad-boy chill sigma look but is straight up awkward and goofy (?) almost tsundere. literally fumbles at your sight, his legs comically jiggling he has to lean on something to hold himself up. he will try to first ignore these stupid feelings that tarnishes his cool image, making his heart quesy. but gives up when he notices he's fallen badly in love. messes up every single time he tries to woo you. like that one time he tried to flirt with you, the moment you turned towards him, he forgot what he memorized to say. the next few sentences he tried to utter were filled with nothing but stutters and awkward pauses. nevertheless you still found him so endearing. girl trust me if you were ever to say yes he'd probably faint then and there. is so soft and lovey-dovey with you that others had to double take like that's the giant ahh intimidating nishimura riki?!?! huge girlfriend privileges for you :)

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[ilikekidsshows]

Sometimes I remember how Adrien in Revelation was blamed for EVERYTHING about Marinette's Lila problems and I get fuckin pissed.

Marinette went about outing Lila in the most incompetent and ineffective ways possible for seasons on end and somehow that's ADRIEN'S fault? If Adrien hadn't given her that "high road" advice, Marinette still wouldn't have gotten anywhere because all she ever did was pointing at Lila and screaming and physically harassing Lila about her being a liar and the devil. Adrien could have supported Marinette's (ableist) ways from the start and it wouldn't have changed shit. How is ADRIEN to blame for all of Marinette's incompetence? That girl never even tried communicating any real proof to anyone else. She just expected everyone to blindly hate Lila just cause she says so. What a hero 😒

And don't get me started on the hypocrisy of the show having Marinette as good as say that Adrien was naive and straight up WRONG for thinking there is good in Lila bc apparently some people are just born demons, which she has always known but HE oppressed her in "despite how right and superior she is in how experienced in life she was from the very start" (Cause Marinette having a raging jealousy hate boner from day 1 makes her mature and wise according to this episode's message)

and that Adrien should pretty much be considering himself lucky that Marinette is so pure and forgiving that she's able to love him for that pathetic nativity even though shes so brilliant and experienced that she's above ever being wrong like him bc she's just that brilliant and right and he's native, pathetic and wrong which she will generously teach him to not be anymore by telling him what way of thinking is correct (her way. ONLY ever her way. Just like in everything else in this show, but the love square in particular)

Only for Marinette to fucking do everything Adrien is being accused of in Revelation only 1000 times WORSE when she faces Gabriel in the finale episodes. The hypocrisy in this show is just VILE now in how disgusting the double standards are.

No way is this just bad writing. You have to go out of your way to be this vicious about the double standards and rewriting everything in the show to exclusively prop up Marinette on Adrien's expense.

---

It's all this moronic thing the writers have going on, which is: “we know Lila (and Chloé) will never change because we're the ones writing this shit.” So they have Marinette treating the characters they decided are irredeemable as irredeemable, but she has no in universe justification for that. She can't see the future and know that they'll never change, but she gets to lecture Adrien (and the audience through him) that deciding a couple of children have already become what they’ll always be while the rich, middle-aged men who made them that way are cool and redeemable despite doing jack shit to treat regular people better. They were nice to one (1) person, so now all is forgiven.

And, like, that's also the thing with the finale. Marinette detransforming in front of her enemy is possibly the stupidest thing she's ever done, but the writers' commentary praises her for “choosing kindness over violence” and how Gabriel making the wish is her winning because apparently her pleading reached him and he decided to doom the world in a good way. And Marinette makes this decision that's incredibly asinine in universe, because of the outside universe context. She basically knows that's what's going on because the writers decided that's what's going on and and Marinette will shill the fuck out of their favorite child abuse OC to try to vindicate him to the audience.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Yandere! Buggy Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Ask, and you shall recieve!

"The Self-Indulgent Yandere wants to be worshipped by their Darling. They’re selfish, satisfying their own desires and whims without restraint. They act according to what they want rather than thinking of what’s best for themselves or others. They want their Darling to pamper them and often express impatience when gratification is delayed. They have a “me first” attitude and become disgruntled when having to do something that isn’t on their agenda." [x]

Warnings: A lotta Red Flags, y'all know what you're in for.

Notes: GN! Reader, Not Proofread

A/N: I'm not very good at that trope and it's like 4am, so please bear with me.

SFW

Buggy is pretty much the standard case of "masked inferiority complex". His brain literally cannot not comprehend the possibility of someone being actually nice to him without an ulterior motive.

So when you're showing even the tiniest bit of affection towards him, he sees it as mockery or act of self-preservation. Because surely you are as afraid and disgusted as everyone else, right?

Yet when you don't stop being genuinely nice to him he'll quickly get addicted to your interactions - and his little crush irritates him beyond belief. How dare you making him so soft after the decades he had spent to built this defensive wall around himself!

This mess of a man is literally overchallenged with complex emotions, especially when they don't revolve around himself. Love and connection are just foreign to him. Doesn't know whether to kill or kiss you at first. Decides he wants the latter, your luck (or is it?).

No, it is too good to be true. But hey, he decides that if he cannot love you he can at least possess you! That's more his style!

If you're not part of his crew already he will certainly kidnap you without question. Shall someone close to you try to save you, bad news they're not going to live long. He may spare them though, if you beg hard enough.

Life on the ship will be pretty lonely, since Buggy will punish or kill even his own men out of a whim, shall they ever interact with you more than necessary.

He's basically like a big child, constantly needing to take care of - only if you fail with him, it might've deadly consequences (for everyone but you of course). So you need to always be on high alert and tiptoe around him, choosing your words wisely and so on...your opinion and actions mean so much to him he'd destroy whole countries just to impress you.

Will carve his initials into your skin, barely deep enough for it to scar. He doesn't particulary enjoy seeing you in pain, but doesn't feel remorse either. It was simply a quick idea of his, wanting to mark you as his property. Does the same on his own skin to calm you down.

Closeness is his biggest weakness with you, even eyecontact a hard task when right next to you. Kissing is completely off the table, yet he might to it when you're asleep or only on the top of your head. It's just how insecure he feels about his appearance.

Constantly feels the need to perform in order to gain your approval if not even affection, yet does it with very questionable actions like blowing up a whole village for your sake and gifting you all of it's riches.

His actions will be very ambivalent: On the one hand he'll shower you with attention and gifts, on the other he can be very cruel if your behavior isn't exactly what he wished for.

Like he could gift you some expensive jewlery and give a great speech about what he did to get it for you, but when you don't react as he expected he'll have a violent ourburst - other crewmembers will have to suffer for it, though.

While he'd never physically hurt you most of the time, his tongue however can be very sharp. The man is simply great at manipulating. Will gaslight you into utter submission given time.

When drunk he'll show his more vulnerable site. Will stumble into your room and sneak under the covers with you, showering you in compliments and affirmations he usually never say aloud. Acts like nothing happened the next day, sadly.

NSFW

Oh, this man is starved. And guess who's his favourite meal. It's hard to restrain oneself with that mixture.

Buggy loves to show off his precious s/o, forcing you into sinfully short costumes for the show - will kill anyone daring to stare at you for longer than he approves of, however.

Has you restraint in the most unholy positions, a twisted version of contortionism or so he says - but let's be real this is more for his personal entertainment than the actual show. It's like foreplay for him.

This man has no shame. Has thought about fucking you right in front of an audience more than once - but on the other hand he wants to keep the sight of your naked body only to himself.

Besides drinking, sex is one of his favourite ways to let off some steam. Whether you're in the mood or not is irrelevant, he knows you'll oblige eventually.

Basically takes you whenever and wherever he pleases, but his throne is his favourite place especially for blowjobs. Makes him feel all high and mighty.

You'll learn to read his mood simply from the way his steps sound when on the way to your room. More often than not heavy steps are followed by the door slamming open, Buggy eagerly throwing you onto the next best surface and using you like a fuckdoll.

Might use harsh words you during the act, reminding you how sick you are for letting a freak like him do all of those things to you.

Since he hates being vulnerable, you're not allowed to touch him most of the time. Maybe in the heat of the moment his lips might crash over yours, but he's quick to regain his composure.

Rather bends you over some furniture, your face pressed against a treasure map he forgot to wipe off the table as he roughly pounds into you.

Is very feral during the act. Not that he is sadistic or something, more like erratic. Also, it's a form of communication for someone that doesn't know how to put his feelings into words. Wants you to look at him? Janks your hair. Wants to show that you're his? Leaves a bitemark. Actual violence is off limits though.

Fucking you in front of a mirror to see you actually enjoy it despite everything is probably the best feeling in the world for him.

Is surprisingly great with aftercare, possible due to the rush of hormones or maybe even a bad conscience, who knows? Would never admit it, though, claiming he only does it as a reward and because he needs you in good shape in general.

Still, he never leaves immediately after the act. Will stay and dwell in what he thinks to be a fake proximity, hands ghosting a bit longer over your tender skin and inhaling your scent. It helps him feel as if you were just an ordinary couple - at least for a while.

[aizawashuichi]

Tagged by @wildernezz and @lawlietscaramels (see their posts: nezz - here and lei - here) to share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have fewer) and tag ten people.

thank you both for the tag! seeing my writing from two years ago or older is,,, something.

D for Detective (L/OC)

"So, 371 or 2384?" I slide my chair over to the U.S. Code, Title 18, in the right-hand corner of the desk and start flipping through it, being careful not to drop the phone, which I hold between my shoulder and my ear. "If we can convince them of the reason for such acts, it's more likely to fall under 371, but given the aggravating circumstance, I suppose they could apply 2384," Isaak explains to me, as I quickly scroll through the paragraph on Conspiracy to Defraud the United States. "Jessica, are you sure you want to do it? We also have to apply two and three and... Yes, you have everything not to apply 1519 and the verdict might not be the death penalty, but... It's a big case... And a serious one. You might not—" "I know," I stop him. "I'm sure of it. Don't you think it's time?"

DFD - aconitine poisoning one shot

I observe Wise-Woman's delicate profile, gently touched by the September rays that have yet to warm up. Her eyes, behind square-framed glasses, carefully scan the page of the pop culture scandal magazine she has retrieved from the waiting room. The long fingers of her left hand trace the edge of the right page, before turning it the other way in a movement that is not entirely natural, but she cannot do otherwise, because her other hand is busy with mine. "You're cold…" I whisper, noticing that her temperature has dropped in the last half hour. "I'm cold," she replies, "but Pibby really seems to need the fresh air."

[robs, if you are reading this, yes, people close to her call her Pibby lmao it's nice]

Mazzaroth - The Only Thing I Have Left Of You (L & OCs)

Dear Diary, Diary? Should I call you that? Sounds pretty basic, doesn't it? It is something that others would do ��� not that I think Watari (I am already bringing up someone you don't know, but you will soon learn who he is) has given others a diary. He knows that writing is a passion of mine and that I will become a journalist in the future. He thinks I will use these pages to document all the crime stories that interest me, but I am not predictable. I'm going to do something he would never expect, which is to create an imaginary friend. Yes, Diary, you're that one. I'm not crazy. I'm pretty reasonable, honestly.

always one foot in, one foot out – what would it take you to close the door and come inside? (L & Task Force)

L took a quick glance at the clock in the corner of the big screen in front of him, before returning to his circular fortress of sugar cubes. "I think that's enough for today," he announced to the only two people present, who had decided to extend their working hours for the day, perhaps in the hope that proof of the identity of the killer who had been terrorising the world for over a year would surface before the festive season. It was a futile hope, ultimately. However, the previous year on the 31st, L had shown himself to them, which could be considered a rather expensive gift that, even months later and despite his behaviour, was still something that could hardly be denied; so, who knows, maybe it would be Kira who would come to light that time and bring some joy.

Epistulae (Mello x/& Near)

[i should have published this letters as separate one shots and then put them in a collection, so i am putting the first lines of both, so i reach the ten fics quota]

sometimes it's hard to face reality

Nate, We're at a critical point in the case. I'm sure I won't make it to the end of this. But I'm also sure that you will make it. I trust you, because as much as it pains me to say it, you're the only one who can defeat Kira and save humanity. Please don't fail.

to you, mihael keehl.

Dear Mello, This is the first time I have ever taken pen and paper to write a letter... To you, Mihael Keehl. To the person who despised me most on this planet, but who, on the other hand, could understand my situation, even if he refused to do so, because, after all, it's not a good situation. I had the impulse to do it. I didn't calculate it. I didn't reason it out. I'm just doing it. I'm writing to a dead man.

Turned Towards The Tower

On the night A decided to take his life – a Saturday –, the church's bell ringers were practicing as L was working on his personal computer in his room. He thought that they were being louder than usual, because they kept interrupting his train of thought, which rarely happened. He tried to close the blinds to smoothen the noise, but they were still audible. He got annoyed, and left the room, taking what he could and needed, thinking that moving to another part of the orphanage would have helped – maybe, Watari's office. 

I'll hold on to this feeling until the grass stains on those old shoes are completely gone. (Near x Reader)

"I'm done," you said, pressing the button. You let yourself fall backwards, bending the back of the chair slightly downwards. You stretched, so that all your muscles and bones, which had gone numb from hours spent in front of the computer, sorting out reports, could function as they should. You grabbed the small bottle of water but stopped before lifting it up. You shifted your gaze to the monitor, on which a large black capital "N" in ClerestorySSK font occupied the centre of a completely white background. You looked confused at the screen, as if you could see the boy hiding behind it, and waited a few more seconds, still and motionless. The deafening silence in the room not only puzzled you, but sent a shiver down your spine, because it was unlike him to ignore you like that. Moreover, on a day like that, when you had finally decided to let him know how you felt about him, it was not a good sign at all.

It was like looking in a mirror, but the reflection staring back wasn't his. (L &/x Reader)

It was only a few minutes before the start of the entrance exam to To-Oh University and the young detective L was normally sitting at his desk, looking at the brown head of his main suspect, Light Yagami, who had not turned once in his direction, which was to be expected. He had not yet assumed his typical sitting position, because first he wanted to see how the boy would act, thinking he was not being observed, and whether anyone would approach him. He intended to pull up his legs when the examination started, because that would certainly attract the attention of the professor, who would scold him. He had already calculated that by doing so he would have an 80% chance that Light would turn around, especially if he had something to worry about, because maybe he was afraid that someone would be on his steps to find out his dirty secret.

Watari's last assignment

"L is dead." The young adult exited the headquarters through the sliding doors, holding a phone close to his ear. He stopped before going down the stairs, shifting his attention to various points around him, as if afraid he might be seen or heard. However, the street, at that late hour, was less crowded than usual; therefore, he could be confident he wouldn't run into trouble... Or would he? "Oh." Pause. "How did that happen?" He checked the watch on his wrist, the phone screen and tapped his left foot twice on the white tiles. He brought it back to his ear again. "Kira."

tagging - most of the people i wanted to tag have been tagged, sooo @43501 @princessuncertain and @stardust-in-your-eyes (if you want to please share the lines of the oneshots you used to post on your previous blog or anything you are currently cooking but keeping it on the low ♡) no pressure at all!!

[mrspockify]

I feel like of the two of them Mario is actually the more artistically-inclined brother so here's some rambling headcanons about artsy Mario:

It started when he was in grade school. Art class was always his favorite, and he would come home covered in paint or have dried clay stuck in his hair—anything that made his mama's life difficult. She basically had to hose him down every day.

He struggled with emotional regulation a lot as a kid, getting into fights and getting in trouble with teachers, mostly because communicating was difficult for him. Art served as a good outlet, and he could use it to help people understand what he was feeling, so his teachers and parents tried to encourage it.

As they got older, Mario showed more and more interest in art (and showed a lot of skill), but it wasn't as easy to pursue as it was when he was younger, so he started to fall out of practice.

It was mostly a combination of money and expectations. Nice art supplies that will last are expensive, and he would go through sketchbooks like they were nothing, so his parents couldn't keep up. He'd still doodle in lined notebooks when he had the time, but that's about all he could do at home.

Expectation-wise, the discouragement mostly came from his father. Papa Mario is a practical man, and he knows that art is not a practical career. He didn't mind it as a little hobby, but he started to advise Mario to take more useful electives in school instead of art classes. Luigi was very STEM-oriented, which set a sort of precedent in the household, and Mario internalized the idea that pursuing art would somehow be letting his brother down (how could they grow a life together in the future if Mario was a starving artist?)

Into adulthood, he all but gave it up entirely. He was absolutely the one that designed the logo for their business, but that was just about the only art project he was able to do.

That is, until they got sucked into the Mushroom Kingdom. It took a while for the subject to come up, but eventually Peach found Mario admiring her paintings in the castle, and he mentioned offhand that he used to love art.

She is thrilled at this little piece of information! She immediately sets aside time for them each week to do art together. They take supplies out to different places in the Mushroom Kingdom and have picnics together, painting and drawing the landscapes they see.

Mario is just as messy as he was when he was a kid. Peach falls into a fit of giggles the first time she looks over to find globs of paint stuck in his moustache.

But he's also really good. He picks it all back up right away and improves quickly. Peach is impressed, and so tickled by how happy it seems to make him, so she sets him up with his own private studio in the castle, providing him with any and every art supply he could ever dream of. He's overwhelmed of course, but so, so grateful.

He'll draw and paint almost anything, but he especially loves to make portraits of the people he loves. In Superstar Saga, the bros' house has a big portrait of Peach, and I think he painted it himself.

It was never supposed to see the light of day honestly, just sitting in a corner in his studio gathering dust, but one day he walked in to find Peach holding it and admiring it.

He was wildly embarrassed, but she was just flattered and amazed at his talent. She had it professionally framed for him and never stops telling him how much she loves it every time she comes over.

It isn't until later on, when Mario visits her private wing of the castle for the first time, that he finds an awfully similar portrait of himself painted by Peach in a matching frame hanging on her wall.

[solitaireships]

Happy Valentine's day! I decided that the theme for my Valentine's day fics this year would be Arts and Sciences, so here's a short and sweet fic about their first Valentine's Day together! This fic is mainly focused on Mel and Corinna though, with only some mentions of Jayce. idk if Valentine's Day canonly exists in Runeterra but idc, it does now

Happy Valentine's everyone, and thank you to @strawbeaniie for running this event!

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1090 words

“I’m here!” Corinna calls as she steps into the atrium of Mel’s apartment. It always stuns her to think that she’s in a relationship with someone who’s home is big enough to have a formal area for greeting visitors. But she supposes that opulence like this is to be expected of the richest woman in Piltover.

Mel is quick to greet Corinna as she comes in, a smile on her face. Corinna’s smiling despite herself too— this isn’t just any visit for her to spend time with Mel, this is the beginning of their first Valentine’s Day dinner.

“Welcome in, darling,” Mel says, taking Corinna’s hands as she gets closer. “You’re the first to arrive.”

“Well, you know how Jayce is when it comes to hextech,” she replies. That and he has a tendency to forget about things at the last minute. She doubts that he would have forgotten about their first Valentine’s Day with Mel, especially since he’s always been good at remembering their dates in the past, but he’s no doubt buried himself so deeply in his work that he’s lost track of the time.

“I do,” Mel agrees. “And I also know that this makes a perfect opportunity for the two of us to enjoy some time together.”

“Lead the way then, Councilor Medarda,” Corinna says with a teasing grin.

Mel responds with a smile of her own before leading Corinna further into her apartments, towards one of the balconies with a view of Piltover.

“Dinner should be ready in a moment. I had assumed Jayce would run a bit late, so I made sure the catering staff knew there wouldn’t be any rush on preparing everything,” she explains as she leads Corinna along. “But before that, I’d like to show you your gift.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Of course I did. The flowers and chocolates you sent this morning were lovely, and so was the letter you included with them. It’s only right that you get a gift in return.”

Mel’s right under most circumstances, but it’s harder to agree it’s necessary now. Corinna knows that Mel has the money to give expensive gifts, but that never makes her feel better about how much she spends on her and Jayce. That she’s arranged a catered dinner for them tonight should be more than enough gift wise, but she knows there’s no arguing with Mel on the matter. She’s nothing if not a dedicated girlfriend, and the idea of not getting something nice for her partners on Valentine’s Day would be unthinkable. 

Still, Corinna has to worry about how big her gifts for her and Jayce are as Mel leads her onto the balcony. Usually this is where Mel does her painting, but today there aren’t any works in progress drying beneath the sun. Instead there are two easels with covered works on top of them. 

“You painted something for me?” Corinna says. 

She should have expected something like this. Mel’s art is one of the things the two of them bonded over— both being creative, just in different ways. And while this means Mel at least didn’t spend exorbitant amounts on her and Jayce’s gifts, this instead spending who knows how much time on each of the paintings. 

“And one for Jayce,” Mel says as she approaches the covered painting on the left. “Though his gift can wait until he gets here. But since you’re already here for yours…”

She pulls the cover from off the top of the painting, revealing her work. It’s a striking painting, clearly done with loving brushstrokes that blend together in an assortment of cool toned colors. Blues and purples are the most prominent, but they all come together into what Corinna realizes must be a portrait of her. It’s almost hard for her to recognize at first— she’s never seen herself as beautiful, but this painting presents a breathtaking view of her. Every one of her features is carefully rendered, stylized to take on an almost ethereal quality. She’s facing towards the left, a smile on her face and with a golden halo resembling the laurels she wears behind her. 

It’s a stunning work. Every piece Mel’s ever completed is. If she weren’t in politics, Corinna’s always thought she would make a wonderful professional painter. But it’s one thing to admire the assorted landscapes and scenes Mel’s done before, and another to see herself painted as though she’s worthy of all the hours it must have taken to complete this, rendered almost as though she’s something to be worshiped.

“Oh, Mel,” is all Corinna can think to say. She looks at her, trying not to get choked up. “Do I really look like that to you?”

“Are you asking if I think that you’re beautiful? Because I do,” Mel says. She makes her way over to Corinna again, cupping her cheek in one hand. “You, my love, are one of the loveliest, kindest people I’ve ever met. I had hoped to capture just how gorgeous I think you are with this, though it was only from memory.”

“You have a very good memory.”

“It’s easy to remember someone as beautiful as you,” she replies.

Corinna thinks it would be impossible not to feel flattered by that. It’s not as if this is the first time someone’s called her beautiful, but it’s different to see how she looks through Mel’s eyes. It’s easier to believe in what others might see in her when presented with a compliment in this way, especially coming from Mel. She’s as talented at weaving pretty words as Corinna is, a skill that’s always necessary in politics. But she’s more reserved with her genuine affections than most would expect, and that only makes everything she’s saying now all the sweeter.

“I love you,” Corinna says. “I can’t even begin to thank you enough.”

Mel smiles. “I love you too.”

Her lips are soft against Corinna when they kiss, and Corinna pulls her closer with a hand on her hip. She’ll need to kiss Mel countless more times to feel like she’s done enough to thank her for her gift, but she can’t deny that it might make a nice addition to her office at the theater. 

“Now,” Mel says, “would you like to see if dinner’s ready for us?”

“I’d like to do whatever you want to do, sunshine,” Corinna replies. 

“Then follow me,” she says, taking Corinna’s hand once again. “And I’ll be sure you have a perfect rest of your Valentine’s Day.”

[letshearitforthebabyboy]

I saw once that you thought the spidey cable pool dynamic would be toxic.but turned out very different,what made you think it be toxic in the first place?

hoh.. with wade wilson and peter parker and nathan summers everything's just a little bit toxic.

i don't really know, actually - i figured with peter's inadequacy issues, peter would immediately be kind of threatened by nate - but every time i write peter, he kind of surprises me with how mature he winds up being - particularly when it's dealing with wade's wellbeing. like in my head i imagine peter's impetuous and careless, but on paper, he always, always winds up being so much more intelligent than i give him credit for. he's so ready to discard his own issues and hang-ups to facilitate wade's happiness, when he can, and it's something he's only getting better at, as time goes on.

wade - wade also kind of always surprises me too - in my head, he's selfish. he's selfish, and he wants things his way. he wants to be satisfied, on his terms. he wants things to be about him

but - on paper, it doesn't pan out that way because actually - actually. he's moved past that.

i always expect wade to be selfish, until he goes and proves, time and time again that actually, he adores peter, and wants to see peter be his best possible him and thrive in the spotlight. he's an unwavering cheerleader for one peter parker - and he's found he enjoys peter being in the limelight much more than being there himself.

and well - nathan. nathan. what can we say about nathan. nathan christopher dayspring askani'son summers... he's distant, he's sexy, he's mysterious - he's never and always exactly everything wade needs him to be. i think he's meant to embody everything that makes wade and peter nervous but excited.

there's meant to be this tension over what exactly nate is going to bring to this dynamic - peter kind of is ready to assume it's nothing good. after all the harm nate's done already - peter's ready to assume nate's here to make everything worse, but - but he trusts wade enough to let wade make the call. and - and, it turns out - nathan isn't this sinister force to threaten their happiness.

actually, nathan wants wade and peter's happiness just as much as they do - and the big lug has been rooting for them the whole time.

i think wade's been terrified of facing nate for a while - just because of all the emotional wounds it'll potentially open up for him.

i do think deep-down, wade knows that nate actually does want to see wade happy - and - wade wants to show nate that he's happy. and maybe - initially, i thought it'd be in a rubbing-it-in-your-face sort of a way - but - wade's smarter than that. and the fic kind of takes place after wade kind of gets wise to just how much nathan's done for him. there's a nice little closure scene for wade and nathan that i've had scripted for a while and - it kind of makes all of this possible, for wade.

i think if the threesome were to happen right now (circa 2017) in the 9319 timeline, it wouldn't be nearly so healthy. no sir. peter needs his dick biggened, and wade needs that closure with nate, first. but once all that happens – wow. happy days. sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, and all-expense paid trips to disney world. hallelujah.

[sirenjose]

Theory: Lily's Maid = Martha = Alice's Colleague?

(Crack theory, not really serious. Just a silly thought)

What if the lady helping Lily (maid?) against Lily’s alcoholic father is Martha (Coordinator)?

Or even, what if: Lily’s maid = Alice’s Colleague = Martha?

Originally, I wrote this theory out as what if Lily’s mom could be Martha, but I had a few other ideas part way through that made me switch to wondering about the other lady we see in Lily’s trailer.

Martha’s mother wanted her to be the “perfect wife”, a “house angel”, lady-like

Everyone in Lily’s household looks well off and nice enough clothing. Considering how well off this family is, and the tasks she had, it’d fit with Martha having “beautiful script” in the past based on her 2nd letter.

And if she is a “maid”, she is helping take care of their house (manor) and having to act lady-like (and respectful and such).

Martha says in her 3rd deduction that she had to “organize, appoint, teach the maids and arrange all financial expenses wisely” + Margaretha Hari’s profession was stated to be a “teacher”.

Lily’s family did have maids (that could be “organize[d], appoint[ed], and [taught]”.

We know Lily’s father was “unappreciated and unloved”, but he did have enough wealth to give Lily a “carefree childhood”, just not as much wealth and some others, so having to be “wise” with it to an extent makes sense (Lily was said to have been “pampered” by her family, so he was just more free with it for her, before the accident).

He’d have to use some of his wealth to start his “Barriere Family Sports Show”. And we know he had financial issues after Simon’s accident.

Martha had good horsemanship skills + joined the cavalry

Lily’s father started his “Barriere Family Sports Show” at the Kreiburg Racecourse, with Simon being a jockey. Not to mention Lily’s parents and Simon were said to be passionate about sports, most notably horse racing.

Theory: Maybe Martha wished she could’ve been a jockey too but wasn’t allowed to due to the expectations placed on her.

Henry was Martha’s fiancé, but her primary interest in him was because he was a pilot

Based on Martha’s appearance and stated age (whether or not its completely true is unknown), as well as Henry only being Martha’s “fiancé”, it doesn’t fit as well if Martha was Lily’s mom and married with 2 kids. But a maid, in comparison, could fit.

Theory: Maybe to parallel Martha’s 7th deduction (Martha liked Henry mainly because he was a pilot), Martha was in love with Simon (or at least pretended to be) due to him being a jockey (and this was her way of getting closer to what she actually wanted to be). Maybe he at least talked to her about it (being a jockey).

Theory: if Martha did care about Simon at all (or at least as part of her act), maybe that’s why she’d stay and help Lily when her father becomes violent and alcoholic? As we know Lily frequently visits Simon to cheer him up.

Martha still unable to become an actual pilot

Theory: Martha still not an actual jockey

Theory: What if Martha did somehow get a job helping at the racecourse? At least the day the Barriere Family Sports Show opened? It just wasn’t as a jockey. If Lily’s father organized it, it’s possible Martha could ask him to have some part in it, just not the job she wants.

Theory: Martha’s 10th deduction mentions a “worker with their head in the clouds”. Maybe if she did get a job, but not the one she wanted, she did have her “head in the clouds” that day. And maybe somehow because of that, either the accident was able to happen, or she was unable to help Simon?

Henry gets into an accident

Simon’s accident during the sports show

Theory: Henry is never explicitly stated to have died due to his accident. Simon didn’t die due to his either, he was just very seriously injured.

Martha wants to end a particular “business” and guarantee her own safety. She is also aware of the DeRoss family tragedy at Oletus Manor and mentions not wanting to “trouble that gentleman”

Theory: Maybe the business she wants to “end”/leave is her working for the Barriere family, especially after Lily’s father becomes an alcoholic and dies, with Lily and Simon dealing with financial issues. Maybe that “gentleman” is either Lily’s father or Lily’s grandfather aka Count Barriere. Count Barriere and Dennis DeRoss apparently knew each other to some degree, so that could be how Martha might be aware of the DeRoss tragedy.

She’d also know Baron DeRoss due to Lily’s Lending Certificate, as Lily is now who Baron DeRoss owes money to (due to debt from purchasing Oletus Manor most likely).

Maybe for some reason Martha needs to get away from Count Barriere (maybe she found something out or did something?). Considering how powerful Count Barriere is implied to be, that could explain why she needs a whole new identity and her safety guaranteed.

Maybe she’s talking to Baron DeRoss pretending to want to get away when actually she wants to help Lily ensure she gets Baron DeRoss to pay his debt?

Misc

Martha’s 4th Letter?

In this letter, Martha appears to be a “Captain” (if Michiko’s 4th letter, she’s referenced as an “Officer”), on a mission, and potentially tied to intelligence gathering (and spying, based on the morse code, fake names, various train tickets, the bit with the tobacco being poured out purposefully to replace with a chemical smell). As a “maid” (compared to having to marry to Lily’s father, which would require much more time and much less freedom), she easily could’ve gotten the job with a fake name and everything, potentially for the purpose of her intelligence gathering or whatever her mission is, which maybe could be why she needed to get close to people like Lily and her family (including Simon and/or Lily’s father).

“Or is she just like that alcoholic of a woman?”

Lily’s father was an alcoholic. Maybe he drank dovlin, so maybe Martha could’ve met or at least learned about Demi that way (and maybe this could be why she refers to Demi that way? After her experience with Lily’s father?)

Server (Maid Martha) vs Maid Martha…?

End Note: It could be that Alice’s colleague is someone else, that the maid in Lily’s trailer is no one important, or even that Lily’s mom could be the colleague and just that the colleague isn’t also Martha. I’m also aware that Martha’s deduction could all be entirely fake/lies. As I said, this is just a silly thought that I’m unsure could be true at all but felt like sharing anyways just for fun.

[araminthe]

8 October, Tuesday 2024

Ouffffff

Last time I updated was almost a month ago and let me tell you that sooo much has happened.

(Needed to take some time for myself, and so much happened, didn't have the energy, nor felt the need to share on tumblr)

So,

Main events of the previous month:

- Had multiple outings with friends and family, was soo much fun, made some life memories ♡

- School started, I had to start this year in a degree I don't like, but hey I met soo much girls/friends and we happened to have so much in common, imagine my surprise when I discover thar one of them knows my cousin 🤨, so guess those 3 weeks in this degree were worth it ✨️✨️

- Now, the NEWS I was expecting since the start of september, I wanted to change studies to go into science and I GOT ACCEPTED. Well I have almost 3 weeks of classes to catch up on but at least I LOVE what I'm learning and studying. I definitely did not feel that in my previous degree, but now it's like I can finally exploit my skills and knowledge. I feel like im in the right field. Youhouuu! 🎉

(I'm also on the same campus than a cousin of mine and 2 close friends, isn't everything soo great? I rarely saw them before but now we often cross paths hehe, that's one of the perks of studying in the city you grew up in)

- I also met with multiple close friends I hadn't seen for a long time so it's also a positive note.

- Today, I had my first driving lesson, I never drove a car before so I will have to take between 30 and 35 hours of lesson.

Almost 60euros per lesson, oh gosh that's so expensive 💀💀💀💀

And my cousin only had to drive 20hours. HAAAAAA. *expressing frustration

And omg the instructor literally tried to intimidate me, I think she was testing me, she invaded my personal space, and I was like "Hehe alright when do we start " 😀 Ughh, help.

- I also watched the 2nd season of jjk, and damn gege, stop making the fans suffer.

(I never watch animes even tho I love them, so for me that was also an accomplishment)

Anddd that's it I guess.

Now

Personal goals:

Did I stop scrolling? No, but I'm not extremely addicted anymore, I can stop and not be distracted when I study so it means I improved on that point.

Those last 6 months struggles paid off it means 😁

(But I need to be careful to not fall back into it, I think it could easily happen)

I'm also including short exercices in my routine.

Stretching more often.

I still don't eat healthy, on this aspect I'm doing really bad at the moment 😓

But, I can study without distractions and actually work my lessons, that's a W.

What else could I mention?

Sleep: I have a nice sleep schedule now, I managed to sleep early almost every night and wake up early in the mornings, I feel rested and great.

Mental health: I think it's adulthood doing that to me but I've started to go from optimistic to pessimistic. I discovered lots of new negative feelings during the last year, I don't like how I'm changing negatively.

I guess I just had a taste of reality, not everything's perfect, neither are people, I guess I've started to come out of my bubbly wrapped pink dusted innocent view of life. Welcome to reality as they say. People are not as nice as I had always thought. I'm starting to not like people. But I only became 19 recently after all, i feel like a child mentally, am I not 1 year old in adulthood?

Anyway, I just want to be nice for the sake of it, does it mean they will see me as naive ans stupid? Well I am not, I just chose to be kind.

Let me fight evil with kindness.

Also need to work on my faith, because without it I lose my inner peace.

And to finish, let's talk about health; well, health wise I'm really not doing great. I really can't handle the humidity in my city and everyday I feel like im about to have a heart attack in the sense that I feel this humidity in my head, heart, bones, nose, throat, EVERYDAY. I really don't feel great, and I KNOW that's its because of how humid everything is.

I'm even 80% sure that it's because of the humidity that I developed so much allergies. Screw bad healthcare and bad doctors, in 6 years, couldn't they tell me that I was suffering everyday single day because I had developed so many allergies? Maybe it should have been obvious when I told them that I sneezed literally hundreds of times per day and had a very runny nose every day of the year FOR 6 YEARS

(I feel resentment)

Well.

Overall life has been 70% positive, 30% negative.

So much great things happened and I'm really happy but life's not easy for anyone and like any lambda human, I have my deal of problems.

But well, I think our purpose as humans is to keep trying to BE better and DO better.

So I won't give up, for the sake of my own life.

And we always have more good things in life than bad, others sometimes even have it worse, we just need to be open minded enough to see all the great things that have been granted to us.

Goodnight people.

N'abandonne pas, ça va aller <3

Crois en toi et continue à faire des efforts ✨️

[jellyluchi]

Birthday Blues

A/N: A fic for my lovely @widdlepeetsselfship for their birthday! It's originally with Cannella, her OC.

Pairing: Formaggio x Reader Genre: NSFW Warnings: Reader wears a dress and does makeup has tits and pussy, coercive sex, non-consensual to dubious consent. man handling, degradation, PIV sex, praise kink, daddy kink Summary: Formaggio wants to treat you to the best birthday ever but not without a price!

Fifteen minutes past noon is when you feel a slight shake, sunlight dancing on your closed eyelids like small fireworks. Shuffling away from whatever disturbance had the audacity to disrupt your slumber,you try to go back to sleep. A faint whisper comes from somewhere above…

“…wake up babe… sweetie baby!” He calls your name

The voice grows louder, bringing you out of the perfect dream you were having, of lavish desserts and expensive getaways to some otherworldly place. Disgruntled, you groan, opening your eyes to find your boyfriend hovering over your half-asleep form. 

“Maggio…” you say groggily. “Why’re you awake so early…” 

“Early? Babe It’s past noon, perfect time to wake up!” He gives you a goofy grin, one that would lighten your mood if you were not between waking and sleeping. You stare at him, slightly annoyed and not clearly thinking at all. 

Without a word, you try to turn back to sleep only for your boyfriend to grab you by the shoulders. 

“Hey hey hey, woah woah! Hold on, are you forgetting what today is?” He gives you a rare incredulous look and you realize for once he’s being sincere. 

“Fuck, did I forget out anniversary?” The expression of pure confusion with the combination of your half lidded eyes and bed head makes Formaggio howl with laughter. 

“Amore, it’s your birthday.” The emphasis on the words takes a minute to sink into your mind. You look at him for a couple more seconds. 

“Oh… okay.” 

“Don’t ‘oh, okay’ me! Get ready baby, we’re going out for breakfast. I wouldn’t be called Formaggio if I didn't even take out my sweetie baby on their birthday.” He caresses your cheeks affectionately, as if handling a feisty cat for the first time. It’s not how he would handle a real cat, being absolute dogshit with animals as he is. Yet the affectionate touch is enough to convince you. “Doll up for me real nice, I wanna see you in that dress.. You know the one.” 

Formaggio winks as you pout at back, unclear to him whether because he asked you to get up or because of the demand to dress up to his choices. You sigh, even if you have much of an option there's a certain entertainment in humoring your boyfriend’s whims and knowing you’re most likely about to get free food is enough motivation to wake up past noon. Balancing yourself,you let yourself sit up.

“That’s my baby.” He whispers, bringing a slight blush to your face that you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing. 

Watching him leave the room, you flip over the covers and drag yourself to the bathroom, determined to look your best. And Formaggio, being the experienced boyfriend he is, expects the time it takes for you to get ready. A rookie version of himself would have become impatient with waiting for his partner. But as he has learned and in your wise words…‘glam like this takes time.’

But it’s completely worth the wait as you walk out of your bedroom with your hair tied, a couple of hoop earrings, radiantly shiny gloss, a fur shawl, all brought together by a baby pink dress, the sweetheart neckline of which falls rather low. The glitter eyeshadow of your lids twinkle with the natural light in your shared apartment. You’d be damned if you don’t look your absolute best on your motherfucking birthday. Being the type of man he is, Formaggio barely feels inadequate standing next to his goddess of a partner. 

In true Italian fashion, he grins at you with arms wide open as if to try and give you a hug. Grabbing your shoulders, he almost shakes you with mirth. “You look fantastic.” His handsome grin is more than a little overwhelming and You pretend it doesn’t make your heart flip flop in your chest, looking away. 

“You look pretty handsome.” It's an understatement. Despite only adorning a blazer with a mesh shirt underneath, somehow Formaggio makes it look runway ready. Curse him and his beautiful tummy. 

Clutching your purse, you walk to the door with him in tow, going down to the parking lot.

“Wait, bella, hold on.” While you try to walk out of the building, expecting him to take you there by foot, he has other plans. He produces something from his pocket, setting it down on the ground before giving it space. Within seconds, the tiny thing turns into a car. His latest loot from some random citizen no doubt. “We’re not walking today, my love,” he quips. Opening the door, he gestures for you to go inside.  “After you.” 

Impressed, you give him a pleased smile. “We aren’t late are we?” You ask, as he wasn’t waiting for you just because you wanted to get the perfect eyeliner for almost thirty minutes. 

“Nope! There’s no such thing as being late where we’re going.” You quirk an eyebrow.. “Don’t worry, mio amore, you’ll like it.” 

Quickly racking your  brain for options, you  let yourself think wishfully just a little bit. “Are we going to the new restaurant that opened up a few blocks from here?” You ask, perking up at the thought. Only for your expression to fall when Formaggio howls with laughter as he buckles his seatbelt. “Not at all. You’ll like this even better!” 

The car ride is anything but silent, Formaggio rambling about this and that, yet he refuses to share his birthday plans.. But no matter, instead, you start listing the designer items on the latest Vogue Italia that you wish to get as gifts. It’s, by no means, a demand for him to buy them immediately. However, it’s quite a large hint at what he should aim to steal next. 

Surely Formaggio is no fool. And as his partner expects, he produces another miniscule object from his pocket. He can’t get enough of your excited gaze into his hand. 

It’s an antique necklace that looks worth at least $10,000. You're no fool either, knowing not to question your boyfriend's sources and methods when it comes to the spontaneous gifts he gets her. 

“It’s beautiful…” you whisper, eyes twinkling to reflect the light from the necklace’s decoration. Taking it from his hand, you put it on, finally arriving at the destination. 

“Mcdonald’s.” An amused look crosses you. .

“Yup, your favorite.” 

You’re not sure whether to be excited or exasperated. Cheap fast food on your birthday… while dressed to the nines. You  reluctantly get out of the stolen car, not waiting for Formaggio to open the door, pretending to be a perfect gentleman. Contemplating, You secretly wonder if Formaggio met with Prosciutto behind your back for a presentation on conduct and etiquette. Not that he could hold up such a persona for very long. 

And as expected, he throws his hands into his pockets, nonchalantly walking into the establishment without even holding the door to the entrance. 

It doesn’t take long for you two to order some food, chicken nuggets, a shake, some fries. He gets a soda for himself. But as per Formaggio’s predictions, it wouldn’t be the only thing you eat that day. 

“You sure you want that drink, babe?” he asks. 

“Well of course, you should already know my order by now.” You take a sip of her boyfriend’s soda, sideying him rather openly. 

“Then what about the drinks we’re gonna have after?”

“What drinks?” You suddenly perk up, handing his soda back. 

“Y’know the coffee with the syrups and all that, I don’t really get it.” 

“We’re getting frappuccinos afterwards?” You can’t hide your excitement even if you try. And at Formaggio’s sheepish grin, you give him a bright smile, holding your boyfriend’s face in your hands. For a moment in your enthusiasm you forget the rest of the world. 

“Maggio, I could kiss you!”

“Well then why don’t you?” Suddenly flirtatious, he moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Wait, not in front of these people.” You’re sure people are already giving looks your way from being dressed the way you are, and it almost crumbles your confidence. 

“C’mon, sugar,” He encourages. Formaggio has always welcomed PDA with open arms. Unlike his disgruntled partner who would often even reject his affections if it was too crowded or busy. Yet it never makes him stop persisting. “Just a small one… it’ll be quick.” 

Formaggio already begins to descend upon your lips when he whispers the words and you have no choice but to accept his kiss with no resistance. Holding him by the blazer jacket, you are still against him as he plants a few soft chaste kisses to your lips. Only to hold you by the chin and gently pry your lips open, allowing him to taste the inside of your mouth. 

Formaggio’s tongue takes the form of pure ecstasy, making you shiver from the intimacy. 

An awkward cough makes you two separate in a haste.

“Your fries and nuggets…” the waitress respectfully places the food at the table as Formaggio gleefully receives it. All while you silently fume. There was no need for her to interrupt and humiliate you this way; the waitress would display far better service by simply not saying anything whatsoever. Munching on nuggets and fries with extra gusto, you can’t wait to leave for those frappuccinos.  

“Woah, slow down there, babe. Here, take my soda.” As Formaggio offers his drink, he chats casually, a similar back and forth you experienced in the car, leaves you feeling somewhat calmer. Eventually, forgetting you felt wronged at all. Every memory of your shitty dates to fast food chains flashes within your mind and a helpless smile forms around your lips. 

“What’re you smiling about, sweetheart?” 

But you don't have the capacity to be sappy in the middle of Mcdonald’s. 

“Nothing. Let’s go, I’m done.” Reapplying some lip gloss, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his burger, a last minute purchase he got hungry midway through the date. 

Finally exiting the restaurant, Formaggio drives to your favorite coffee shop, noting the good mood you’re in after having fast food for breakfast. He reminisces about Prosciutto once telling him off for craving a burger early in the morning, saying he’d find no one that matches his tastes so closely. ‘Eat shit, old man’ he thinks. 

Parking in front of the shop, he’s barely able to walk out of the car before you’re already opening the door and marching in. 

Considering Formaggio hardly has anything to eat from such a place, he’s in no hurry and only thinks of his plan once you’re done here… He takes his time, walking into the coffee shop with nonchalant strides, finding you in line to order and picks a seat to wait for you there. Somehow it always takes at least ten minutes for your drink to arrive, boring him to no end, never understanding your enthusiasm for a place like this. Where there is more sugar than coffee. But really, the thing he comes to see is your smile, full of food and sugar as you should be. 

Formaggio insists you drink at the coffee shop, making up some bullshit about the nice atmosphere and how much you seem to like it. And given your perky disposition at the moment, he suspects you won’t anticipate his plans, ignoring the burning in his groin at the thought.  

Patience is a virtue they say, one that Formaggio tethers himself to by a thin string, waiting for you to be satisfied and gesture for him to leave. He calms his nerves, settling himself back into the bastardly grin after rubbing his short hair by the side. It’s time…

Naples is known for its narrow alleys and hideaways, making it easy for Formaggio to locate a little hole in the wall between the building adjacent to the coffee shop. Pulling you with him, he eagerly near-drags you to a space where the sunlight doesn’t reach, completely shrouding you from the eyes of the public… almost. He’s sure any noise at this point of the day would be heard by nearby pedestrians. 

“What’s going on?” Your curious, somewhat alert voice asks him as he corners you into a wall. 

Brushing a hand over your shoulders, he lays a lecherous gaze over you in the dress. In his humble opinion, it fits too well. How is he to resist a squeeze or two? And what better time than your birthday. His stare doesn’t go unnoticed by his partner, heating your cheeks both in alarm and flustering alike. Grabbing your hips, Formaggio pins your back, leaving no room for escape. 

“Just a little fun, you wouldn’t leave me hanging on your birthday right?” He doesn’t wait for the reply, kissing along your neck and collarbone, wetting them within seconds. 

“Maggio!...” You want to yell, to shout. But your words only turn to sounds of pleasure, your mouth uncooperative with your brain. It’s unbecoming of you, yet you can’t bring yourself to stop him; his grip too strong, his touch too heavenly. Breathing heavily, you take his kisses as you did during breakfast. Except Formaggio is far less gentle this time, demanding more with tongue, making you whine, trying to push him off by the shoulders. 

He chuckles into his kiss, as if your fists are nothing but child’s play. 

“Settle down, sweetie…” Looking at you with lustful eyes, he says. You realize his irises almost disappear from the lack of light, making them appear as dark as abyss. A strange mix of shame and arousal swirl within you, trying to fight the feeling. “Oh don’t be like that, darling,” he says darkly, a hand already pressing between your legs to dig into your underwear. “Ya look too good in that dress for me to let this go… c’mon, I got the food and the drinks…” 

As the pieces fall into place within your mind, you understand his enthusiasm to leave for breakfast, his urgency for you to finish your coffee… the bastard only wanted to bed you. Or well.. You realize it’s not much of a bed, standing panting against the wall. 

As Formaggio’s thin string of patience finally snaps, he’s no longer satisfied, only grinding against your hips. Flipping you to your front against the wall, he allows himself to unsheath the burning cock from within his pants. 

“Wait!” His partner’s words fall on deaf ears as he forces you to bend to his whims. The pink dress rides up, revealing your wetness to him easily, how perfect that it should be so short, so easily accessible. 

“Just like a common whore,” he murmurs. She could only clutch the wall the dear life as he teases her entrance slowly, covering himself in your arousal. “Stop it, Maggio…” she you whine, the resistance of your mouth not matching the anticipation of your body. And within seconds, you find yourself full of him to the brim. Panting helplessly, you try to keep yourself quiet. But your boyfriend only makes it more difficult, bending atop your back to kiss your neck and claw at your breasts.. 

“Sweet doll, ya always take me so well,” the grin is apparent in his voice, even if she can’t see the smug satisfaction on his face. Biting your lip, you let her body jerk to his thrusts, not trusting your voice to be of any use. 

It disgruntled your boyfriend a little bit, who is enthused by your noises during intimacy. He moves his hips faster in hopes of getting more out of you. “You’re doing so well, doll…my personal whore. Dressing like that just ‘cause I said so.” He takes a moment to chuckle, encircling his arms over your stomach to knead the soft flesh. 

At long last, his wish is fulfilled as you moan out a helpless “daddy…” in which he relishes. 

Laughing still, he kisses over your back where it’s exposed. “So sweet.” It doesn’t stop him from continuing to thrust, now clearly chasing orgasm without paying mind to your needs. You hold still, realizing he would be cumming inside you. 

“Wait please! Maggio!” 

But your words are interrupted by your own orgasm, taking you by surprise when you squeeze him tight, making him plant his seed inside you within seconds.

“Fuck,” you whisper. Hearing him sigh, and pull out, You straighten yourself, worried about the condition of your dress and hair. You’ll have to reapply that lipstick. As Formaggio zips his pants, you fuss over the rumpled creases. 

“I’ll take ya home, so you can get changed,” he says, clearly not as concerned. 

“I’m not sitting in the car with your cum inside me!” 

“Do you have a choice?” He challenges. “Or did ya want me to eat ya out before we go?” 

You hit him up the shoulder. “It’s not funny, Maggio!” Huffing, you make your way to the car, hoping no one notices the trail of white down your thigh. 

Scoffing, Formaggio follows, wishing you a mockery of a “happy birthday.” 

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[painterofhorizons]

Non dramatic ramble

It's kinda ridiculous how much less it stresses me to know I only have a one night work trip instead of the usual like 2-5 nights. Technically it's a difference of what, three shirts and underwear? But knowing I'll just have one night in a hotel ahead (and a great food place right across the street so dinner is checked as well) and I limited myself luggage wise to the small work backpack that doesn't have more space left besides work gear other than two shirts some underwear and my travel plushy, and knowing I'll be at the hotel late enough to not have more time of the day left other than for shower and straight to bed after dinner, is... Relieving.

Then second day will be meeting with boss (yeah, The Meeting, not sure what to expect) and then back to train.

Yeah, it'll suck to do like 14+h train with 10+ times changing trains within 30h work trip. But when I start I can mentally be like "tomorrow night you'll be home again" which is so. Nice.

(work trips would suck a lot less if a) I would get paid for the expenses and wouldn't have to pay it with my own money and B) the train situation wouldn't be so... Deutsche Bahn. Alas.)

[glitter-lisp]

Au game but I’m making you au your fandom into mine — give me a tangled dragon rider au (doesn’t have to Napoleonic wars related bc I’m a nice person)

jaylia this is so funny because literally in the last chapter of multiverse i sent them to a dragon rider world specifically with you in mind omg okay so this is less of a 5 fun facts and more of 1 setting and 4 character sketches ok SO

think typical high fantasy there are Kingdoms and the the Kingdoms have Magic and also some of the Kingdoms have Dragons and and the Dragons have Dragonriders and when a newborn Dragon picks a human to be their Dragonrider they are shipped off to a multination Dragon School Up In The Mountains To Learn How To Do It also worth noting for this world im stealing the eragon thing that dragons can choose their riders from inside the egg so if you touch a dragon egg sometimes that bitch will hatch on the spot for you and oops now you gotta deal with that. so anyways our cast of character in the ya novel i am dubbing the dragon thief:

hugo. the eponymous dragon thief. part of a thieves guild, stole a dragon egg in transport to sell to the highest bidder because that shit is EXPENSIVE if the sale went through he'd be set for life, except oh holy shit what the fuck it fucking HATCHED, and since dragon bonds are considered sacred across all nations (dragons are too Wise to choose random shitheels obviously) he's immediately pardoned of all crimes and shipped off to dragon school with his hatchling, but being pardoned of your crimes doesn't mean your fellow trainees have forgotten them and everyone at the school knows you once tried to kidnap and sell the baby dragon that is now bonded to you for life, and they treat you accordingly

nuru, a young princess who's descended from a long line of both nobility and dragonriders, but always like, yknow. the eldest daughters. the only-kind-of-joking family motto is "first on the throne, second in the saddle" and nuru is the fourth child so the best she could hope for was a decent dowry and a husband who let her keep studying astronomy, but then at her family's hatching ceremony the hatchling stumbled out of its egg and trotted right past all of nurus sisters and into her arms, so now her family is furious even though she really, really, really didn't mean to buck tradition and steal her sister's dragon, and all of her sister's friends who expected her there after the egg hatched are instead stuck with her pesky baby sister instead

yong. tiny baby child whose parents are trainers at the school, and was therefore raised on the property, and was therefore raised as much by dragons as people. is accidentally EXTREMELY magical by virtue of growing up around so much magical energy. his parents keep him the fuck away from any eggs because of that, for fear of him accidentally pulling an unhatched dragon into a bond because of his power instead of the dragon actually wanting to bond with him as a person. yong somehow manages to find, befriend, and bond with a young wild dragon ("young" by dragon standards at least) instead, leaving him half a decade younger than his mostly teenage and young adult classmates, and his dragon close to a century older than their hatchlings

varian. the first dragonrider trainee from his kingdom invited to study at the school. At least, the first in close to 30 years, since his uncle the king and his dragon were both defeated in battle a few years ago after waging war on the rest of the world for a quarter of a century. edmund is gone and his son eugene, varians older cousin, is doing what he can to fix the wreck of his own kingdom, make amends with their neighboring kingdoms, and restart the dragonrider corps in the dark kingdom, since edmund demanded all other dragons and riders be banished a few decades ago. varian never had anything to do with the war, never fought in it and barely knew his uncle or his dragon, but that doesn't stop people from treating him and his dragon like they're also going to go insane and start murdering people any second

soooooo yeah that's all i got band of misfits at magic school sticking together because everyone else hates them so they might as well

[yanderepuck]

So yesterday I walked over Ponte Vecchio and at one end were a few artists. This one guy in particular stood out to me. Now in case you don't know, some street vendors are illegal, so I wasn't sure if artists were okay. Now I have no clue as to why they wouldn't be, they are literally everywhere.

But I couldn't stop thinking about that guy and him painting.

So luckily I actually have cash with me this trip so I went back to him just a bit ago. And I apparently deceive a lot of people, bc I will greet in Italian and all that, do the normal 'how are you". But then the man starts speaking and I'm trying to listen really hard and I go "I'm sorry... I can really only read Italian" and he just laughs so hard bc he swore I was a local (or at least Italian)

And he's like "are you sure?" And I was like "yes. I'm from America and I'm really only Irish and German" and he goes to tell me that my features are Italian like and I laugh back and go "I've NEVER heard that one" and he laughs too

And so I look through his paintings. His English is very good. I knew I wanted one of his paintings but I just couldn't figure out which one was calling to me and I go through them 3 times.

He's asking me what I do, I told him I went to art school, that I sew and that I've been thinking about trying to art again.

I finally find the painting I want and pull it out and he's like "of course it's that one. That's one of my more expensive ones" and nothing was prices but as I was looking people were asking prices so I roughly knew what to expect and I have just under €500 cash on me so I knew I had enough.

So I just go "how much" and he goes "I do have these others for €65 that are similar in case the price is too much" and I just go "how much"

He says something along the lines of "any of these other artists can tell you my prices and that they are high. But hearing how much you love art and what you do. It's €80"

And I immediately went "I'll take it' and whipped out my wallet. He seemed a little surprised. So as he's wrapping it up in some cardboard to keep it safe we keep talking. He tells me what it's like in the summer during busy season. I tell him more about what I do working wise and me traveling

And eventually he goes "I'm glad I have you that discount. You want to know how much I normally tell people? €150"

I told him that I was glad that he knows what his worth is, rather than going down in price just to be able to sell. Bc if someone loves something else then the price doesn't matter.

He was just so sweet to talk to and he was so nice.

Did the man maybe try to swindle me? Maybe. But I think he was genuine. He never told me a price as I looked, he wasn't trying to convince me to buy. He actually offered something cheaper before he even told me the price.

And here is the painting

I am so excited to get it framed

[racercedricsblog]

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[curiouselleth]

Would you do 8, 16, and 17 for Finrod for the character asks, please?

Hi @general-illyrin! Sure 💖

Character asks

8. Unpopular opinion about them Oh unpopular! Hmm I don’t know if I have any unpopular Finrod opinions. I know I can’t picture him as having his own kids though, for some reason. He seems like the type that loves kids but maybe doesn’t want to have any of his own? Or just doesn’t. Or something like that. I know there’s his whole conversation with Galadriel in the first age on why he wasn’t married and having kids and he said it’s because his kingdom wouldn’t last, but I don't know I don’t think it’s all that. I don’t know I just can’t picture him with kids of his own.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves At least in the first age, just how deeply traumatized he is. He’s the eldest of five (eldest daughter son trauma), and he has such a happy, hopeful, wise personality on the surface. He’s a prince, and later a king. Everyone has this expectation of him being the strong and unshakable one. And he tries to fit that image at his own expense, ignoring his trauma and grief. Even after Feanor abandoned them to the Helcaraxe, he lugged all those gems and such for 27 years, because HE had to be the strong, wise, hopeful one. He had to plan ahead to help his people. HE had to build Nargothrond to keep his people safe, and he had to lead them and help them recover and through their trauma. All those battles, all those losses. He tried so hard to protect his people but he was unable to protect his brothers and they died. But he had to keep ruling, keep smiling, keep doing his best. Always. Always the strong one. That pressure becomes so much that you can’t even admit it to yourself, and even managing to have that realization… it’s devastating.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

I just kinda went through my songs and was like “oh yeah that reminds me of him” lol:

Atlas by Coldplay

Dancing Queen by ABBA. I’m not a mamma Mia person, but it’s his vibe lol. I bet someone’s made fanart of him in one of those outfits

Everybody Knows by Sigrid, after the siege of angband broke and the long peace ended

Fight song by Rachel Platten for his inevitable mental breakdown and him cutting his own bangs or something 😂

Have a Nice Day (Evgeny Egorov’s cover because yes) seems like what he’d listen to on a road trip or after dealing with annoying people on a long day

A lot of songs from older Disney movies.

I’ve decided he was singing “I want to break free” by Queen on repeat in the halls and that’s how he got out so fast. It wasn’t even intentional he was just hyperfixating on that song that decade or something.

I think he’d enjoy “I’m just a girl”, and sing along

Little Talks by Of monsters and men

Mr. Blue Sky

The Next Right Thing from Frozen 2 seems like it would’ve been his mantra at some point

Rewrite the Stars seems like a him and Amarie song

Elves wanting to mess with him would play Shiny from Moana when he enters the room

Titanium by Madilyn

What You Know by Two Door cinema club