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masivechaos · 2 years

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CAN YOU STAY?

sirius black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: You're the first person Sirius thought about when he had to escape from his family

Warning/content: injuries, blood, bruises, crying, abusive family, fluff with heavy subjects yk?, first kiss, food burning and smoke (not from smoking cigarettes from the burning food lol), quick proofreading cuz i'm lazy, my English

a.n.: 1.5k words - i don't know how to think about it, it's more to get me back into writing <3

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“Y/n?” you heard a whisper of your name. You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes with your hands tiredly, you let them adapt to the dark environment and finally saw a shadow in front of you, the cons of sleeping with your window open.

You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out who could it be “Sirius?” you asked, confused to see him in your room when you were on summer break. As you got up your remembered he was supposed to be in his own house, with his parents.

Worried, you came by his side, cupping his face between your hands “What’s wrong?” Sirius could only let out a sob, wrapping his arms around you, resting his cheek at the top of your head and letting the tears fall from his eyes to your hair.

His silence alarmed you more than anything, you gently pulled away and could only remark the way he winced when you touched his chest “Sirius…” you took a closer look at his face, and saw the blood at the corner of his mouth. You gasped, your finger tracing a big scratch on his cheek.

You gave him time to speak “I tried to talk to them… I really did” he broke down into tears and you felt your heart shatter inside your chest. Sirius was the type to let other people see when something was wrong, you wonder how hard what he went through was to accept to let you see him this weak.

You had to take a deep breath and you were worried to cry in front of him, you couldn’t right now you had to be strong for him like he always did for you. “What did they do to you?” you felt tears on the verge of your eyes and hoped really really hard they wouldn’t fall.

Sirius didn’t say anything and just looked at you with a sad smile “We need to get you clean up” you tried to hide the trembling of your voice as you spoke, as carefully as you could brushing a strand of hair out of Sirius’ face.

“But- What about your parents?” You were in the middle of the night and he didn’t want the noise to wake them up. But to be honest he was more worried about them finding him covered in bruises and wounds and asking themselves what kind of friend he was to their daughter.

You looked at him as if he said the most stupid thing ever “They don’t care, we have a bigger problem” you pointed at his blood-stained shirt, not wanting to know what it was hiding.

You took his hand in yours and dragged him to your bathroom, making him sit down on the toilet “Sirius…” you looked down at him and had to stop yourself from screaming as you saw him under the light.

He looked miserable, he had a scratch on his cheek and looked like he had been punched. And he seemed so so exhausted and tired.

Your hands came to the top button of his shirt “Can I take this off?” Sirius nodded, looking absently at the tilled wall in front of him. Carefully, you took off his white shirt, staring at the biggest bloodstain.

The clothe fell off and you could see the extent of the damage. With watering eyes, you searched for what you needed to clean him. “It’s going to sting a bit I’m sorry” Sirius didn’t even reacted, he just spaced out.

It’s in a heavy silence that you cleaned and disinfected his wounds, you tried to be as gentle as possible but Sirius still winced every time the cotton disk met his skin.

“It’s over” you murmured, observing he was tired and was almost falling asleep in your bathroom. You guided him to your bedroom, letting him steady himself on you as you both walked.

He laid down on your bed, exhausted, you sat next to him and grabbed his hand, stroking his skin with your thumb “ Are you okay?”

“Better now” you brushed his hair out of his face and leaned in to leave a small kiss to his forehead, he could feel warmth embrace his entire face. You got up, you were going to sleep on the couch to let him rest “Can you stay? Please?”

You stopped. You couldn’t resist and slipped under the cover next to him, he got closer to you, resting his head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist “Thank you so much” Sirius’ voice quivered as he buried his head in your neck, crying silently.

There was a question that was burning your mouth since the beginning “W-why did you came here?” you hated how you made it sound, it sound like you were reaproching him to find safety by your side.

Sirius lifted his head, confused “I- I mean- I thought you would prefer going to James’” which was true, you didn’t get why he didn’t make his way to the Potter’s house, his best friend and almost brother, especially since it was closer to the Black’s mansion than yours was.

Sirius offered you a soft smile “You’re the first person I thought about when I told myself I needed to be safe. Not James or Remus or whoever, you” if you were able to keep your tears before, you were crying now. Your hand came behind his head, pushing his face in the crook of your neck, keeping him as close as you could.

“Thank you for trusting me. I love you Sirius, I really do. I couldn’t handle seeing you hurt again” Sirius was crying as much as you were, he never needed more to hear someone loved him, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say he had a brush with death tonight.

“I love you too” he didn’t know if you said it romantically or not, he wished you did, but he couldn’t care right now. He hoped you knew how much you meant to him, you were his everything, and he was glad he was able to finally find peace by your side.

Sirius quickly drifted away, clutching at you for the rest of the night. When you woke up the boy was still asleep next to you, you looked down at him, loving how peaceful he looked compared to a few hours ago, the bruises were still visible on his chest but they were less swollen, you were glad he was less in pain.

Carefully, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, hoping to make breakfast before Sirius would wake up. On the counter you saw a paper note of your parents telling you they wouldn’t be home soon, they wanted to spend the day doing second-hand goods in the neighbouring villages.

It’s relaxed that you started cooking scrambled eggs, but unfortunately it didn’t last long. Soon a scream resonated in the house, you rushed to your room and found there a panting and sweating Sirius “What’s wrong?” you asked panicked as you sat next to him, quickly pulling him into a tight hug.

Sirius couldn’t help but cry “I woke up alone, I was so scared. Thought I was back there” he murmured in your neck, truly panicked.

“I’m so sorry” you apologized again and again until Sirius was calmed down. “I made breakfast” as you said this, you realised how your eggs are probably burning down the kitchen. “Oh shit”

You rushed down the stairs, wiggling your hand in front of you to make your way through the dark smoke, Sirius following you behind. When everything was secured he rested his hand on your shoulder “I’m sorry it’s my fault”

You turned around, pressing your finger on his chest, making sure he wasn’t injured there “Hey! Don’t you dare thinking it’s your fault. I would burn a thousands eggs for you, okay?” you tone was firm and convincing enough that Sirius knew he could never apologize for this again.

“Okay” he chuckled. He looked around, the smoke leaving the room by the window. He glanced at the box of eggs, there were four left “Let’s make breakfast!”

In this moment, his family was the least thing in his mind. All he was thinking was making the best scrambled eggs you ever had, hoping it could make you forget the burned ones.

He started to cook and felt your stare on him “What?” he asked with a smile. You hated that you found him so boyfriend, cooking shirtless in your kitchen when you weren’t even together, you didn’t even know if he liked you.

But this time you let your intrusive thoughts win, leaning forward to capture his lips in a long kiss you didn’t want to break until he was pulling away. But for you delight he didn’t wait before kissing you back.

“Woah,” he said when he broke the embrace. You felt your entire face turning hot, regretting your move for a second, fortunately, Sirius reassured you quickly “You have the best way to make my life better” he said before kissing you again.

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mandowifey · 1 year

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Exhume

Miguel O'hara x Reader

This is part of a nonlinear story.

Warnings: This has multiple changing POV's (Im trying here), PwP, dark!Miguel, captive reader, stockholm syndrome, NSFW, dead dove, this has officially become 'dub con' territory. Au events, following along the movie SORTA. Reader is referred to as she/her pronouns.

Lil warning: this was hastily written in different points of the past couple months. I wanted to release it as is and not over edit the work I put in. The next chapter(s) will be more refined. Enjoy the slop LOL

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The space behind Miguel's eyes throbs as Jessica speaks up. Not that he hadn't found kinship with the woman before everything, but lately, he'd been irritable more than usual. While he tried to conceal it and bury himself away in his work, of course, his infuriatingly perceptive companion would notice.

His patience was wearing thin. He didn't mind the company before, but now that he had you, he wanted time to check the cameras. More than once, he'd caught you attempting to break loose or creatively end your life. Keeping you alive meant being attentive, and right now, Jessica was making that difficult.

"Miguel, are you alright?"

What kind of answer could he really give?

'No, I'm exhausted trying to maintain the multiverse while simultaneously covering the fact I have lost my mind and am holding a young woman hostage in my loft.'

Instead, he sighs and drops his shoulders. "Yes, Jess, I'm fine-"

"You aren't, I know you. I know when you're hangry, or moody or brooding, or when you are in need of your 'medicine'. This isn't fine." The woman folds her arms just below her bossom, against the swell of her belly. Miguel had congratulated her somewhat bitterly when she told their group.

Gritting his teeth, he pawed his face before he looked at her. "What do you want me to say?" Miguel snipped, a flash of red glinting in those onyx orbs. Jess seemed unphased and stood her ground with a frown.

"Just tell me what's going on. You know me, anything that's troubling you, I'll help." Her voice changed, adopting something acute to motherly. Jessica was by no means a soft woman before, but pregnancy had upset the balance of her hormones and now, sometimes, her rough exterior broke to show the gentle soul nestled within.

Miguel watches her, catching her gaze before averting his eyes shamefully. "It's nothing you can help with." He turned the broad canvas of his back to her, staring at the array of holoscreens above the control board. His fingers itched to press the code to the loft, wanting to check on you. He typically watched off and on in five minute intervals, but with Jess standing and practically breathing down his neck, he couldn't.

The woman tilts her head at the vague response, her brows raised behind her yellow glasses. Persistence was one of her strong suits.

"Try me."

Time ticked down like sand through an hourglass. Dragging, unyielding in its slow descent. You struggled to amuse yourself now. Tv, YouTube, baking, none of it worked anymore. You felt compelled to do something with your time but couldn't determine what. Puzzles became boring now that you'd completed each one three times. Sometimes, you cleaned and took things apart just to put it back together.

All this time, locked in a tower.

You started to feel bad for zoo animals.

As your mind began to drift away, so did your resolve. Instead of dreading his return, you looked forward to it. In the morning following your break, you had almost begged Miguel to stay home with you. Your hands ached to feel the weight of his face between them. Your lungs missed the way he compressed you. Miguel left you yearning for more, especially after the evening you had consented his touch.

Instead of sleeping the day away, you turn music loud on the speakers and close your eyes. It wasn't much, but you imagined yourself on a stage, dancing in an empty amphitheater. Shy ministrations became wild as you lost yourself in the fantasy. You were having fun, feeling almost childish in your amusement. Miguel had never confirmed your suspicions, but you knew he had the place rigged with cameras.

Part of you hoped he enjoyed the show - as silly as it was.

You spun and twirled, throwing yourself over the chair and couch, dramatically flinging yourself off the furniture and laughing as it became less of a dance and more of a mosh pit. A sensation of freedom and peace washed over you, taking you off your feet with each lunge and jump. Arms out, you did circles on the coffee table before falling backward off of it and onto the plush couch. As the song faded, your eyes opened at the ceiling, and your smile began to fade.

Nausea hit you like a truck.

Even with the room spinning, you scrambled and found your way to the kitchen trashcan. Knocking it to the ground along with yourself, you shoved your face into it just in time to vomit. Lunch - a sandwhich and chips - mostly digested and not nearly as enjoyable as it was going down, fell from your mouth in violent, painful heaves. Sweat from your wild dance routine now mingled with the sweat of being sick. Beads traced down your forehead and temple as you puked again, your shoulders bunching.

A fever rocked through you, aching to the bone. Coughing, you gasp for air as your eyes water. Lesson learned: Don't mosh pit in the living room. You wait on the cold tile floor until the nausea passes. Drawing upwards, you fix the trash can and groan as you get woozy. Bracing a hand on the island, you wobble towards the bedroom, having to go slow and lean your weight against the nearest surface.

Once you reach the bathroom, you turn the cold water on and keep the lights out. Undressing was impossible now that your limbs felt like cement blocks. As you climb in, you lay on your side as the shower rains down onto you. With your eyes closed and fever addled brain not working, you don't notice the steam rising off your body.

"A... girlfriend?"

Jessica looked skeptical with her hips tilted in the opposite direction of her head. A frowned pinched in her face, and nose slightly crinkled. Miguel was a lot of things, but she had assumed that after all he'd been through, he lost interest in companionship. Though, it would explain why he'd been ducking out of missions and avoiding any talk about it. Her shoulders relaxed as she acted like she made sense of it in her head.

"Well, I- I mean, that's great." Her skepticism was replaced with a genuine smile. "That's pretty big, I won't tell anyone." She laughed and rested a fist on her hip. Before Miguel could begin saying thanks, she cut in; "If you tell me about her. I want details. Is she cute? Is she local? A Gwen?" A grin stretched across her features as she drew in closer, the other spider staring at her with a confused and somewhat uncomfortable expression.

Something beeped rapidly, and Lyla came into view near him. "Miguel, there's something wrong." Her voice chirped in his ear. Jessica looked between the two, her brows raising. "Multiverse? Anomally?" She was ready to spring into action. Miguel shut down the console, and his mask reformed over his face. "No, I'll be back tomorrow." He jumped from the platform and landed noisily on his feet. The man took off into a sprint, tearing past Jess and vanishing out the door.

Once gone, Jessica stood in silence. While the gears churned in her head, she frowned, knowing Miguel was lying.

With the loft situated at the tip of the tower, Miguel typically would ride the elevator up. Lyla had brought it to his attention that something was seriously wrong with you, and his instincts had him ferociously clawing his way up the side of the building. Pieces of cement and glass falling behind him as he tore himself upward, powerful shoulders and biceps flexing as he propelled on. Anything could have happened to you, and his mind went to the darker extremes.

After just a few moments, he crawled onto the balcony and ripped the door hard enough to break the lock. The force he used to tear the sliding glass door open caused an entire panel to shatter on impact as he walked inside. His mask pulled back, exposing wild red eyes and furrowed brows.

"Y/N?"

Miguel's sensitive ears picked up on the sound of the shower, and he cleared the living room in a single jump. A sweet smell tickled his nose, and he recoiled slightly, unsure what he was smelling. More panic pricked at his guts as he felt the desire to nest and protect you grow. "Y/N!" He barked, stepping into the bathroom and looking at your clothed, soaking form in the tub. "Dios- what are you doing?" He withdrew his gloves and felt the ice cold water. Hissing, he turned the shower off and dropped to his knees.

"Hey, hey," his voice softened, his burning red irises fading to brown as he delicately tried to lift and move you. As his bare hands touched you, he was stunned at the sheer amount of heat radiating off your body. "Hey!" He snapped, feeling a familiar dread building in him. Miguel was suddenly back in that alternate universe, watching everything fall apart and his daughter dying in his arms. That helplessness returning, realizing something was seriously wrong with you.

"C'mon, come on. Open your eyes, you're okay. You're okay." He pulled you into his arms and lap, cradling your soaked body against his. "Look at me, please. Please." His voice tightened, and a lump formed in his throat. Seeing you so pale and limp made him uneasy. His fingers press to your throat, feeling for a pulse. When you cough, he startles and stares down at you.

"There you are."

"Miguel.." You croaked, your throat raw from puking.

"Yeah, I'm here."

He was standing slowly, keeping you bridal style in his strong arms. "I missed you." You smiled, eyes still closed as you tucked your face into his chest. He felt his heart pound, heat rising to his cheeks as he took you to the bed and peeled your saturated clothes off. "You did?" He asked, flicking his eyes to your peaceful and tired expression. Miguel watched as you smiled and nodded, your little hands reaching to find him blindly. He leans close, pushing kisses to your palms and rubbing his face into them. A whine builds in his throat, relief hitting him now that you were conscious.

Miguel stood and tucked you naked into the bed. You curled up, still feverish but comfortable in the warmth. He runs back and forth from the kitchen, fetching you water and saltines, along with a small bin from the bathroom in case you need it. When you slumped and your breathing slowed, Miguel climbed into the bed behind you and curled his massive frame around yours, his own eyes feeling heavy. That sweet aroma persisted, making his heart pound and bones itch. There was a lingering desire to tuck you up somewhere high and far away, to build you a nest of webs and keep you from the world-

"Did you like it?"

Your voice pulled his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

Squirming yourself into his chest, you yawn and sag into the pillows. "My dance." You sounded dreamlike. Miguel was confused but pushed his face into your neck as he squeezed around you gently.

"I loved it, kid."

It was only nightmares in your slumber.

Your body, swelling and growing more until you burst. Spiders crawled out of your belly and along your skin, chittering as they began to feast on your skin. You were helpless to watch, sobbing and frozen, suspended in red, vibrant webbing.

"You're doing so well, you'll be ready for the next clutch soon."

His voice came from the dark, peering red eyes and a silhouette against the inky black. You sob and cry for help, but he only watches as your offspring take bite after searing bite.

"Such a good mother, Y/N."

As you sob, he says your name again.

Then again-

"Y/N!"

Blackness becomes light, and light gives way to the familiar face of Miguel. You gawk up at him, aware your heart was pounding. Miguel cupped his hand against your cheek, brown eyes wide and concerned as he leaned over you to check your eyes. "You alright? Bad dream?" He leaned closer, knocking his forehead to yours and sighing. "Thought you were a goner." He mumbled, his breath fanning your lips.

Everything in you felt electric. You recalled getting sick and stumbling into the shower, but you hadn't been sure what followed. It was difficult to discern your memories with him so close. He smelled differently to you now, too. His scent was stronger, comforting in the sense that you had a strong urge to push your face into him and inhale.

So you did.

Miguel jerks with surprise as you sink into his chest, clutching at him and breathing in. The smell was borderline hypnotic. You already had begun the process of crumbling for him, and now you were sinking even further. A large hand touches your back and rubs gently, uncertain. The change of heart confused him. "That fever really cooked your brain, princess." You smile against his shoulder and rub your cheek into his collar bone.

"I had a fever?" You lean back, looking up at him and admiring the strong line of his jaw. Miguel tilts, looking down at you. The eye contact makes your heart throb and heat rocket to your groin. "You were burning up when I found you. You had dragged yourself into the shower and passed out. Lyla picked up on the dip in your vitals." His thick fingers pet through your hair, dragging along your scalp and coming to rest at the base of your neck. The concern in his tone was palpable.

More warmth pooled on your insides, your heart quickening and loins catching fire. Miguel caught your scent, and his nostrils flared. At this distance, you could see when his pupils stretched and blew out. He drew a shaky breath and curled his fingers tighter against your neck. This reaction from him was new. Certainly he got riled up when it came to fucking you, but something was different. Your scent was amplified tenfold, and he could hear the patter of your fast pulse beneath your skin.

Jaw aching, Migule suddenly released your neck and tore himself across the bed. You were left stunned, sitting half obscurred by the think blankets as your captor stumbled out of the bedroom. Slipping out of the bed, you stand and realize how good you felt. It was a strange sensation, like having a really good nights sleep post workout. "Miguel!" You call, hearing him rummaging around. Stepping into the bathroom, you rinse your mouth and brush your teeth before heading out in one of his discarded shirts.

"Shit."

Miguel tossed things from the drawers and looked around. "Miguel?" You ask again, and he swivels to look at you. "Keep back." He warned, his teeth sharp and eyes glowing. One of his hands covered his nose and mouth, trying to keep your scent at bay. Miguel felt it had to be time for another shot. He had no idea you were having the same issue, like a tiger in a cage. All you could see was him, your body tightly coiled, ready to burst. Your skin itched, your bones tightened, and you struggled to form a coherent thought. The both of you stared at each other, wordless and trying to keep composure.

The scent of you was killing him. He could smell your sex and practically taste it with how strong your pheromones wafted over his olfactory sensors. This was different than when he was off his medicine. He wasn't hungry for blood. He was hungry for you. Every part of you calls to him like a lighthouse in the night. He wanted to nestle inside of you and draw your warmth for his own. In the same breath, he felt the powerful urge to breed you, to nest you, and to keep you safe.

His smell was doing almost the same to you. You had woken up with a new set of senses. You could see him better, hear him better, and smell him better. Your skin burned with desire, craving his own against it. An ache grew in your own jaws, the desire to sink your teeth into him and take him as yours, to cover him in your smell and ward off any others. To tell the world he was yours, only yours.

Something broke inside of you both.

Miguel came towards you as you rushed towards him and caught you in his arms. Your limbs wound around him like pythons as your mouths crashed together. The kissing was frantic and sloppy. Teeth against teeth, spit, and blood spilling from burst lips as you both fought tongue to tongue. He moves you backward, knocking you against the fridge and making you grunt into his mouth.

"Baby," you gasp, petting a hand through his thick, dark hair before gripping it like a vice. When you yank his head back, Miguel hisses. His red eyes are wild and teeth bare as he looks at you like an animal in a cage. "Fuck me."

Miguel takes you to the bedroom, bumping into various objects along the way as you devoured one another. He throws you down into the mattress - harder than intended - and you bounce and snarl. Something is different now. You feel alive, you feel *strong.* Baring your own teeth, you shift on all fours, lunging at him with your arms out. The bigger man catches you and throws you down again, and something in the bed cracks.

He descends upon you before you can retaliate. "You're an animal." His voice was breathless, amused as he grabbed your hips and flipped you face down into the mattress. Usually, Miguel controlled his strength to avoid breaking you. But now he grabbed you relentlessly, holding you down as he shoved the shirt up your back. "Gonna act like a wild bitch, I'm gonna fuck you like one." Miguel's voice was heavy with lust, growling out of his chest.

You struggle, but dip your back and widen your knees under you. While your new instincts begged for you to bite and mark him, they also simpered at being put in their place. Cunt leaking, you whine against the blankets. Miguel inhales, savoring your scent as he slaps your ass , claws out. The hit stings, making you lurch forward and shriek. Your own nails dig into the blankets, tearing them as you shove back towards him. Miguel watched the mark bloom on your skin, and he smirked as he cupped your mound and shoved in two fingers.

The heat of your insides is searing, and he gasps, pumping to the knuckle in quick, strong movements. You keen for him, shoving back to meet him as stars burst behind your eyes. "Fuck me, please." You couldn't recognize your own voice. The desire so strong you were certain you'd end up melting into the mattress itself. A chuckle rumbles behind you and you whine at the loss of those thick fingers, though you weren't empty for long. Miguel's cock forces inside, filling every inch of available space within you.

You two groan in tandem, and you shove back to force him to hilt. Miguel grunts, his large, calloused hands grasping your hips to start pumping you on his dick. His dark eyes honed in, watching your tight body swallow his length like it were made for him. The sounds you make are unhinged. Sharp cries mixed with breathless groans as he punches the air out of you. Your mind is white hot, and your cunt sears from the friction of him dragging within you.

"O-oh, o-oh f-f-fuck." You manage to gasp out between thrusts. The sound of your bodies plapping together nearly as loud as your cries.

Miguel grins, teeth flashing as a fist slides up your spine and grips into your hair. Grasping at the root, he curls his digits and yanks. Your face is pulled from the bed and your back in a deep arch as he continues to fuck you. "There's my girl. Look at you." He was panting too, his body wracked with the same heat that ravaged yours.

"I wanna feel you cum, princess." Miguel shifts his weight after a few good thrusts. Forcing your head into the blankets, he leans his weight over you and begins to rock harder. Pummeling your end with each pump, his hips colliding noisily with your ass. You are certain he might break you. Shrieking in response to the new angle, you drool and babble for him, his cock stoking the swelling bubble inside you.

You were babbling to him, pleading for him to stop - possibly from a force of habit - but also begging him to cum inside you. Miguel can't make it, and neither can you. As he collides his dick against the spongey, puckered hole of your cervix, you feel fireworks. Your cunt clenches down around him in a wave of convulsions so hard it nearly forces him out. Miguel holds your hips, no longer thrusting but pushing against you to keep himself nestled deep. The milking of your pussy tugs him over the edge shortly after you.

The hero bucks once more for good measure as he empties inside you. His cum hot and thick, painting your insides and saturating you with his essence. As you both catch your breath, you feel Miguel slip out of you and whine from his absence. Large hands flip you over, and he scoops you up. Settling back and leaning against the headboard, Miguel rests you in his lap. For just a moment you look at one another. Sweaty and flushed from sex.

You lean forward, hands on his shoulders as you steal one kiss, then another. Miguel chases your mouth with his own, his hands smoothing over your hips and squeezing before repeating the motion on your ass. "What has gotten into you?" He mutters into your starving mouth. You pause, a hand moving behind his head to grip his hair and yank his head back. Miguel flinches, looking up at you through lidded eyes.

"Aside from you? Nothing." You hum, admiring his jaw and the grooves in his cheeks. "That's funny." His voice was flat, but he did smirk. "Think you can go again, old man?" You release his hair to focus on sitting up on him. Miguel blinks, then nods, his hands back on your hips.

"Good boy."

When you both were fully spent, you laid in his arms. Miguel was watching the ceiling, listening to you as you rambled about trips you took outside the city. It all felt strange to him now. Your scent, your cooperation, the way you touched and looked at him. He couldn't place what happened - assuming maybe you had finally snapped. But that wouldn't account for your smell.

Breathing in through his mouth, he tasted your pheremones and felt his chest twinge again. He could feel those urges from before growing; to nest you, feed you, and protect you. Then, the pieces started to fall in place.

You getting sick.

The change in your smell.

The change in your behavior.

How you ached for him.

Miguel's mouth pressed to a thin line as he ran over all the facts again. Then again, and again. No matter how he tried to explain it, there was only one answer. His dark eyes flicked down to you, watching as you rubbed your face into his chest and sniffed at him. He watched your mouth open and the glint of your newly growing fangs as you nip at him. Miguel feels his heart begin to race, recognizing now that you were changing too.

There was no other explanation.

"Miguel? Did you hear me?"

The pound of his heart drowned your voice out. This had been what he wanted, hadn't it? To fill the void his daughter left? To find new happiness and move on, to have another chance?

Panic was building now. Everything was uncharted territory. You were changing, pregnant with his child(ren?) and he was going to be a father again. Miguel didn't register your little hands on his cheeks or the way you continued to say his name. All he could hear was the screams of people around him as their universe caved in. He could feel his daughter's weight fading from his arms, leaving him empty. Now you were pregnant and everything could go wrong.

How did he take care of a pregnant woman without getting caught?

Where would you go for check ups? It wasn't like an OBGYN worked in the tower. There were too many holes in his plan now, he would be risking keeping you to himself. He hadn't thought this part through. Now he could potentially lose you both - not to mention the complications of carrying mutant spider spawn.

"Miguel." Your mouth presses to his.

Eyes widening, he saw you. You sat on top of him, eyes big and face concerned. Miguel clasped your hips and held you close. "Where'd you go?" You ask, rubbing his chest. He stares up, watching for a moment before he sighs and takes your wrist. Pulling your hand to his mouth, he kisses your palm before pressing it to his cheek. "Long day at work, is all."

He knew lying to you wouldn't work for long. No doubt you'd realize sooner rather than later that your body was no longer just your own.

Miguel could cross that bridge when you got to it.

"I'm sorry." You mumble, shifting off of him. "Let's get some rest then. We can shower in the morning." Nestling yourself into his side, you stretch an arm over the expanse of his stomach and squeeze him gently. Miguel wrapped an arm around you and squeezed gently, his eyes still fixated on the ceiling.

It was going to work out.

It had to.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara headcanons #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara headcanon #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spiderman x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x reader

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lovejosephquinn · 2 years

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OK hear me out bestie: I just saw on another JQ blog (that also blogs about Billy/Dacre) that someone requested a fic about reader riding Billy like she stole it making him a babbling, blissed out mess and now this scenario regarding Mr. Quinn + your incredible writing is forever stuck in my soul/mind/body/& essence. In other words I will give you my second born child for this request (I'm rather fond of my first, sorry. Lol and yes, I'm that anon 🤣) or buy you coffee/tea, whatever you prefer. 😁 You're my new favorite btw and I'm constantly checking your blog even though I have you set in my notifs. Hope you had a lovely weekend! ❤

Okay here it is but stopppp I love it and I absolutely love you 😫❤

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

Like every morning, you woke up next to your boyfriend. Like every morning even though you'd both fucked hard the night before you slept, his morning wood still rested thick against his happy trail, acting like it had no attention before, Joe was still sleeping, looking peaceful and you'd naturally woken up before him again, just like every morning.

You quietly rolled over to face him at first taking his beautiful features in, the blanket only covering one half of his body as your eyes naturally fell and noticed the outline of his boxers, his size only made it look more tempting to touch.

You pulled down your panties, removing any evidence of them and sliding them off the bed with your foot and wet your index and middle finger, moving onto your back as you began to touch your sensitive spot that was indeed feeling it more due to your sudden arousal, the view of your man without seeing his cock uncovered was enough to get you going. You hissed at the sudden bolt of electricity that intensified into the pit of your stomach and shot down to your core, you couldn't help but whimper a little when you pressed down on a particular spot around your clit.

Joe's eyes opened slowly, and he watched you for a moment as you began to arch your back in pleasure, your eyes squeezed shut. e licked his lips as he moved his hand down to meet yours, pushing it out the way and began to do the work for you.

"I'm glad I woke up when I did, I could've missed the action, baby."

"No, I was just waiting for you." Your once occupied hand moved over to reach into Joe's boxers, you pulled his foreskin back slowly and started to pump his twitching member. "Mmmm, I know what you really want love." his still mildly sleepy tone meant his groans were gravelly, your fist let go and you removed your hand and began to tug at the elastic of his boxers. "Off. Now." you ordered.

He obeyed straight away, he did definitely know what you wanted. You watched in awe as his cock throbbed at the sudden freedom. "The rubbing was to get me ready; your cock being exposed means I can have my way with you."

"And how exactly are you going to have your way with me, sweetheart?"

You never replied, climbing onto his lap showing your means through actions, holding yourself above him torturing your aching hole, it just wanted to be filled with Joe so bad. "I knew it, do your worst, baby."

You teased the both of you at first, letting the tip touch your entrance as you sank onto it slightly, Joe's head fell back but halted as he didn't feel the whole 7 inches filling your pussy straight away - instead you began to lift yourself back off, but before you could fully escape Joe took a hold of your hips and slammed you straight down to the base and you squealed at the tip suddenly hitting directly on the edge of your cervix. "Oh no you don't love."

You knew he wasn't messing around in the mood for teasing and the moment he lifted you to give some guidance in starting to bounce, you quickly slapped his hands away, pushing your hands back to his thighs to help you manoeuvre yourself. "I see how it is, faster, please. More. Please. Oh Y/N." His words broke as the lust grew in his eyes, his mouth gaping open, and the once low groans had turned into the moans you loved to hear. You lifted yourself onto your feet as you knelt above him, your hands now planted firmly on his stomach as your bounces became turbulent. "Just like that, oh my-f"

You slammed yourself straight down to the base once more and thrusted your hips, riding him mercilessly as you clenched your walls around his leaking shaft on purpose. "B-b-abe, your tight wet little pussy feels too good clenching around my cock, s-s-top or I'm going to cum."

You ignored his little pleas but that only made him more desperate, he lifted himself up, wrapping his arms around you and causing his cock to feel like it was forcing its way into your stomach, the filthy kiss that was cast between the two of you had you writhing and shaking in unison. His hips bucked into you repeatedly while you were still in motion, his whimpers falling into your mouth. "I- I'm going to fill this s-sweet c-cunt up, right n-" He couldn't quite get his words when his cock erupted, spewing out cum inside of you. He fell straight back, gripping your hips once more as he held you in place, you could feel his cock spasming in your body, his toes curled, his breathing hitching and his eyes now shut tight, his fingers squeezing their way into your skin. Joe's soul had left his body at the intensity and was slowly making his way back down to earth when the climax had reached its pinnacle. Bliss.

His eyes shot open as he watched you continuing to ride him slowly, your hand had moved down to rub your clit. Joe lifted you off of him and forcefully switched positions, holding himself before you, both a sticky wet mess as he pushed two fingers inside of you and began to finger fuck you at an impressive pace, curling them up ever so slightly to hit the sweet spot his cock once had been. His arm held one of your thighs to ensure it was spread out enough, his thumb reached to your bud and rubbed harshly. "Joe, I'm going to cum."

He quickly removed his fingers, pushing the palm of his hand into your clit and frantically brushed over your whole pussy, the knot in your stomach squeezed and you began to squirt all over his hand, cumming hard and soddening the sheets.

You knew you had been close when Joe was inside of you, but this was the final push and attention you needed to reach your peak. Joe's growl that fell from his lips and the widening excitement of is eyes as he watched it eject out of you, his cock that had begun to soften throbbing all over again.

Your chest was aching for breath and as you lifted yourself onto your elbows to stare back at your man, your smile banished as he pushed you back down and lifted your legs onto his shoulders. "I'm not done yet Y/N, it's my turn now to have my way with you, my horny little slut."

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c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s · 1 year

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Rei Drabble

Guys.. I’m like a very long time tumblr user but haven’t used this account in years. Decided to post this here since it didn’t do well on Ao3. I fixed it up a little in the process.

Anyway very suggestive nsfw (not super explicit but def deserves a warning) under the cut

You met him on a discord chat about a year ago and used to mod for a guy who played the newest Zelda game. He messaged you his number after one slow night in the chat and some interesting banter about the lore of Hyrule.

It started with a few text conversations just chatting about gaming but evolved into a sort of friendship. So when your boyfriend broke up with you a month ago, reaching out to Rei seemed natural. Then one night after you’d logged of discord you texted him:

Well that stream was good

Rei

Yeah you were good tonight

You

thanks!

Hmm weird of him to respond so fast. Usually he’s not so available.

Rei

I usually can’t sleep after a game like that. Are you going to be up for a while?

You

Yeah most likely. I’m a night owl anyway

Rei

Yeah same.

After a few texts back and forth you decided it was time to shoot your shot:

You

Hey is your pfp actually you?

Rei

Yeah why?

You

Oh you’re hot..

Rei

Yeah? Thanks

You didn’t know but he was blushing, laying down on his couch.

You

what if I asked to make this chat a little naughty?

Rei

Oh? How so?

You

Well we could give each other instructions

Rei

You've got my attention

You

Are you alone?

Rei

Yeah I'm alone

You

What are you wearing?

Rei

Jeans and a t-shirt. What about you?

Am I being too innocent with my answers?

Of course HE would be so cute and innocent. continuing to tease him you pressed on.

You

No lol and I’m in my sports bra and undies

Rei

you're a straight shooter aren't you

You

Oh I’m just being honest. I forgot I could be coy

Rei

I definitely respect that

You

What color shirt are you wearing?

Rei

Red. What color is your bra?

You

Grey lol

Rei

what kind of instructions were you thinking about giving me?

You

Do you have a free hand?

Rei

yes I do

You

Okay. Now put you hand on your thigh

Rei

And then?

You

slowlyyy slide it up to the waist of your pants

Rei

Okay I’m there

You

Unbutton your pants

Rei

Such a tease. Do you actually have a plan here or are we just seeing where this leads?

You

Winging it fully. What color are your boxers?

Rei

well this is fun anyway. They're black

You

That’s hot

Rei

So what next? you've got me all flustered

You

Slide your hand down and use your thumb on yourself but ovvverr the boxers.

Rei

Damn. What now? 👀

You

And nowww I’m going to tell you about me

Rei

Oh right, ok then. So what would you like me to know? Am I still free to keep my hand there?

You

Don’t you dare move your hand. You should know that I’m tracing my nipple with my fingers.

Rei

Lol alright my hand's not going anywhere Oh? You're doing that while we speak?

You

Yes and I’m quite needy

Rei

And why is that?

You

I have needs that have not been met recently

Rei

I hope that I can help fill them for you

He couldn’t believe what was actually being sent to you. That he was saying this and to you. You were easy to find online, all your cute little social media accounts linked to your discord. He could picture your little body in your bed. Knew you’d be on the cozy neutral tones of your bed spread.

You

Now my hand has moved down to the waist band of my underwear

Rei

you're really building up the anticipation huh

You

It’s more fun this way!

Rei

You definitely aren't wrong about that

You

You should know I have a praise kink

Rei

Haha oh yeah? You like people praising you while you touch yourself?

You

Exactly. I’m moving my hand a little lower now

Rei

Ooo now this is getting interesting

You

I’m actually soaked

Rei

oh really? You've really enjoyed this conversation then?

You

Haven’t you?

Rei

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't

You

Now I’m using my finger for little teasing circles

Rei

Oh? Is that fun or is that frustrating?

You

Both

Rei

yeah I can believe it would be. Are you planning on doing more?

You

Is that what you’re waiting for?

Rei

yeah pretty much

You didn’t text back immediately. Removing your thong for easier access to your dripping center.

You

I had to take my underwear off

Rei

Oh? Why did you have to take them off?

You

I couldn’t reach properly

Rei

Did it feel better once you took them off?

You

Yes so much better

Rei

You must've really enjoyed taking them off

You

I did

Not even sure what you were saying at this point so your body was squirming under your fingers and the thought of his touch. Snapping you out of your lust filled haze, you phone dings.

Rei

Are they comfortable off? Or do they make you feel a sense of freedom?

You

I got to let my legs drop open more

Rei

I guess they kind of restrict your movement

You

Is your hand still where I told you to leave it?

Rei

It's right there like you told me

Should I still not move it?

You

Good boy. You can have your fun now

Rei

Don't need to say it twice

You

I certainly am having my own fun

Rei

That is perfectly alright

So now your legs are free, what are you gonna do?

You

I’m dipping my fingers inside now

Rei

you're having way too much fun

You

Not enough imo

Rei

Oh? How much more fun are you after?

You

Rei

More is a good answer

You

It’s a slutty answer but it’s the truth

Rei

It's quite alright. I'm not complaining

You

My nails are too long and my toy is too far

Rei

that was not a problem I was expecting

You

It’s a problem

Rei

Have you not got anything else you could use?

You

Kinky of you.. what do you suggest?

Rei

Oh my god I never thought I'd hear myself say that. Idk, don't you have anything lying around or in the kitchen?

You

Oh shit I might lol

You get up and grab the bottle opener that you never use from the back of the silver wear drawer.

Rei

Is something in the kitchen catching your eye?

You

This is highly productive

You don’t care to elaborate on what is happening.

Rei

Oh? How is it highly productive?

I didn't think I had any input on the situation

You

I didn’t think you would either but here we are

Rei

What else would you like me to help you with? I'm up for whatever

You

Not done with this situation hold up

Rei

I'll wait for you

You

It’s cold hold on lol

Rei

we have all night. You better not leave me hanging. I'm too invested now

You

Are you having fun?

Rei

I can't lie, I'm absolutely loving this

You

Good to know.. what if I’m imagining it’s you helping me?

Rei

oh? And is that helping you?

You

It is

Rei Suwa

Well I'm glad I could help you then.

I can't stop smiling every time I get another one of your messages. You've genuinely made my evening better ❤️

Oh shit. His sudden emotional intimacy pushed you to get a little wetter.

You

Fuck

Rei Suwa

What did I do now? Sorry if I'm interrupting something

You

No you’re doing incredible

Rei Suwa

I hope you're not playing with me, you really don't seem like the type

You

I’m absolutely not messing with you

Rei

Send me a voice memo?

Pressing record you send a breathy panting memo:

You

I bet you’re huge

He responds back quickly with a text.

Rei

How much do you bet?

You

So much

Rei

Is that right?

What would you be willing to do to find out if you're right or not?

You

Don’t fuck with me please just tell me if I’m right

Rei

alright, alright 😂

What do you mean by huge?

You

7inches at least

Rei

I think you might be right then

You

I knew it

Rei

how?

You

I just know lmao I have a 6th sense

Rei

well you're very right

You

I’m so wet

Rei

I'm happy to hear that. Are you enjoying yourself?

You

Yes

Rei

Well this has been a lot of fun

You

I’m not done

Rei

I'm still here if you need me

You

Yes please

Rei

well what would you like me to do?

You

I’m not sure

Rei

Oh are you feeling a bit lost?

You

Tell me I’m doing a good job

Rei

alright, but only if you ask nicely

You

Pleaseee

If he was really here you’d be actually begging with the whine that left your lips.

Rei

You're doing so well. If this was a test you'd be getting an 100%

You

Okay solidified my praise kink that did

Rei

so you like saying please?

You

Yes

Rei

That's kind of a cute kink lol

You

Maybe it’s a begging kink?

Rei

maybe it is, who knows

Sending him another voice memo to hear what the thought of him did

You

Wow fuck. thank you?

Rei

you're welcome?

You

Lmaooo

Rei

I guess I should try it myself now

You

Do you need help?

Rei

I'd appreciate a bit of help, yes

You

What can I help with? Maybe describing my gym outfit?

Rei

I'm curious, go ahead, describe it

You

Tonight was a pair of black flared leggings and a low cut grey sports bra. You can see a big of my stomach between the top and pants. It’s very low cut

Rei

That sounds really cute.

And you said you were at the gym in that?

You

Yes, I’m sure my chest was bouncing on the elliptical

Rei

It must've made for a very distracting gym session

You

Not for me

Rei

I suppose not

Rei

Well that's definitely given me a few images in my head

You

I’m currently laying no pants, sports bra only on my couch

Rei

It's late at night, so isn't that like a normal thing to be wearing

You

Only when I’m sexting hot guys

Rei

I wouldn't go that far and say I'm a hot guy

You

You just brought me to completion so 🤷🏼‍♀️

Rei

okay fair enough, I can't argue with that

You

Am I helping still?

Rei

yes, you're helping me a lot and I think you're enjoying it too

#rei suwa #rei suwa x reader #rei suwa Drabble #rei x reader #rei suwa headcanon

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lavenderedhoney · 5 months

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Day 77 on T! 11 weeks! Been using about a third of a pack of androgel a night. So far:

Skin: been weird but not too bad! Started reacting immediately and continues to be up and down. Before T, birth control had my skin really clear and my skincare routine was literally just moisturizing after a shower. Immediately after starting T I broke out for about a week (nothing cystic but quite a bit more irritation and texture than I've had in years). Not the most convenient for me bc I have skin picking problems lol 🤪 but it's been ok! Since then my face has stabilized somewhat. I've had a couple more breakout periods but they never seem to last longer than about a week and then things go back to being relatively for 2-3 weeks or so. Cleansing at least once a day with micellar water seems to help.

I've started getting folliculitis and acne from certain things touching my face which is new - stuff like a pillowcase that hasn't been changed in maybe 7 days tops, or a mask I've worn too many times. Both of these are kind of annoying!! I used to reuse a KN95 7-8 times (airing out in between uses, obv) but recently I've been capping it at 3 or maybe 4 wears and changing my pillowcase slightly more than once a week. The micellar water helps with all this too.

Also, for the first time ever I'm getting small blemishes on my shoulders and chest. This started like 2 weeks ago. 🤔 I used to get a zit on my chest like once a year but now I've got a few. Might just have to start regularly cleansing these areas too, who knows!

Also also, sometimes the alcohol in the gel dries out the skin on my leg and that's itchy and annoying, but it's easy to combat by lotioning in the morning after I wash the gel off.

Dick: I honestly haven't been keeping close track of the size but my gf says she can actually feel it when she touches it now lmfao. An improvement for sure! Tiny dick problems. 😔 She started noticing a significant size increase at about 2 and a half weeks, and she says it's continued to get a little bit bigger since then. For the first time ever I can grind on horizontal surfaces and receive stimulation from it, which is crazy (previously mentioned tiny dick problems!!). I'm definitely a little more sensitive than I used to be but I haven't had any problems with oversensitivity when getting off!

Libido: I was SUPER horny all the time for the first few weeks, but I'm just regular, pre-T levels of horny now most days lmao.

Facial hair: I've had a couple long-ish chin hairs for years but they were SUPER fine and almost impossible to see. Now the slightly darker one is course enough to feel with my fingers, and my peach fuzz is starting to get longer too (only in my chin area so far tho). I've started trimming the longer hairs bc I'm curious to see how they grow back!

Body hair: for the literal first time ever I have visible leg hair on my thigh lmao. Before it was very, very blonde and fine, and now it's light brown and feels just a little bit fuzzier under my hands. Only on the one thigh tho, bc I've only been applying T to one side just for experiment's sake. Gonna start applying to both sides when I can get more leggings (I've been wearing a pair that I cut one leg off of to sleep in to make sure I don't get any T on my girl).

Body shape: haven't really noticed yet! Might have experienced a little bit of weight gain since my pants have been getting a tiny bit snugger in the waist, but I don't own a scale on purpose so I can't check and my weight's been inconsistent the past half year anyway! So I don't know if it's the T or just my body doing body stuff, and I also don't know if it's weight gain or just body fat moving around.

I'm having a pretty good time overall!

#t diary #text

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aquagirl1978 · 2 years

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heya! i hope you’re doing well! I absolutely loved the hc of ikevamp Leonardo and Arthur getting frustrated with mc but reconciling after some hurt feelings and space but i was wondering if you could do it where the roles are reversed so mc is mad at them? and possibly add le comte & vlad to the mix of you feel comfortable writing them? ( i wanna make sure i’m not overstepping your guidelines) also i know your more invested ikemen prince which also slays ✨💖 lol so if you want you can write something more loosely similar for characters of your choosing like a small drabble or something if you desire to or feel up to it. Thank you sm! Have an amazing day! !! ❤️❤️🎀✨🌙💛

Hi @iheartgirlymcs111 - I'm so glad you loved those headcanons! Sorry this took me a while to get to (I'll blame summer vacation for going by so fast!). It took me some time to think of some scenarios, but I hope you like this. (And while my blog does tend to lean towards Prince, I do actively read Vamp - and gladly accept requests for Vamp!)

IKEMEN VAMPIRE HEADCANONS - MC REACTION TO BEING MAD AT SUITOR (ARTHUR, LEONARDO, COMTE, VLAD)

Arthur Conan Doyle

"Why do you always have to tease Isaac?" you asked pointedly, hands on your hips.

Arthur looked at you over his coffee mug, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Every day, you pick on Isaac."

"But he likes it!"

"No, Arthur, he doesn't. Don't you notice how quiet he gets? How he often leaves the room to get away from you?"

Arthur put down his mug. He got out of his chair and approached you - but you pushed him away.

"A hug and a kiss will not solve this." Arthur looked down at you, a frown marring his face. "Pouting won't help either."

Sighing, you walked out of the kitchen.

"Where are going?" Arthur called out, following you.

"To my room. Please don't follow me." Arthur sighed, but obeyed your wishes, returning to his mug of coffee.

Alone in your room, you sat with your thoughts, wondering what you could do about this situation. Sighing, you fell on your plush bed, closing your eyes, hoping sleep would soon come and ease your thoughts.

You weren't sure how long you were napping, but a persistent knock at your door woke you.

Before you could answer it, Arthur opened the door a crack, popping his head inside. Crossing your arms, protecting your heart, you returned to your bed.

"Listen, luv," Arthur said softly. "I shouldn't have dismissed you like that." Your ears perked up at his words; you tilted your face towards his, curious to hear what else he had to say. He reached out for your hand, which you tentatively gave, the walls in your heart gently crumbling.

"I thought about what you said.... And as much as I hate to admit, you are right. I can be..." His big blue eyes searched yours, hoping he hadn't ruined what you had, that he could salvage things. "I can be better."

Your heart filled with warmth hearing his words. You always knew Arthur was a good man. Now he just had to figure that out, but you would always be there, happy to help him figure that out.

Leonardo da Vinci

"Leonardo, ahh.... Please don't stop."

Leonardo's teeth grazed your delicate skin, his mouth fastened to your slender neck. In the heat of the moment, he moaned against your skin, your fingers carding through his dark locks as his fangs descended.

As if doused with a bucket of ice water, Leonardo rolled off you immediately.

Disappointed, you wrapped yourself in a sheet, your body still breathless.

"You don't need to stop every time..."

Leonardo shook his head. "No, cara mia. I have to."

It broke your heart to see your love so conflicted - you were aware that the closer the bond with a vampire, the higher their desire, their need to drink from their lover. You also knew his deep desire to never pass this curse onto you - he never wanted you to lose your humanity.

But Leonardo wasn't the only conflicted one - you once had wanted to be turned. But that option was taken from you, ripped from you. Without consultation or debate. Most times, this did not bother you. But sometimes, like tonight, it did.

You climbed out of the bed; collecting your clothes, you began to get dressed - which was no small feat considering the state Leonardo kept his room in.

"Where are you going?" His amber eyes wavered with sadness as he reached out to you.

"I think it's best if I leave for a while." You turned and walked out of his room, making your way to the kitchen.

Once in the familiar surroundings of the kitchen, you made yourself a cup of tea. As you drank the warm tea, your mind filled with sweet memories of Leonardo.

Deep down, you knew he had your best interests at heart - even if sometimes, the thought of losing him sooner than later made you dream of eternal life.

By the time you were done with your beverage, your heart told you to return to your love. Grabbing a bottle of Rogue from the cabinet, as well as a clean glass, you made your way back to Leonardo's room.

Opening the door, you heard the soft sounds of a sleeping Leonardo. Your heart smiling, you made your way to the bed.

"Cara mia?" His voice filled with sleep, he reached out for you; this time you let him in, allowing him to pull you close. He took the glass from your hand, carefully filling it with the life-sustaining substance.

He drank quickly, for now it was time for you two to properly make up after your fight.

le Comte de Saint Germain

"Ma cherie, your dress for tonight is laid out on your bed."

"My dress? For tonight?"

"Oh," your lover said, his voice innocent and sweet. "I must have forgot to tell you. We were invited to a ball this evening..."

"Another ball..." you muttered under your breath.

Immediately picking up on your change, le Comte tilted your chin towards him with his thumb. "What's wrong, ma cherie?"

Sighing, you debated how to tell him how you felt - how do you say to this wonderfully kind, generous to a fault, sweet, loving man that you feel suffocated?

"Comte," you said, the pressure in your heart building. "When do I get a night with just my boyfriend? No balls. No dancing. No fancy gowns."

"I thought you liked this..."

"I do... but it's a lot. I'm feeling...."

"Do you not like the dresses? We can get you some new gowns."

Closing your eyes, you hoped your heart wouldn't beat right out from your chest. "Comte, it's not just the dresses. I want a boyfriend. Now a father parading me around to all the nobles."

Comte looked crestfallen at your words. "Is that how you see me?"

"I'm not feeling well, I'm going to my room." You stood up and walked to your room, leaving the love of your life lost and confused.

Walking into your room, you found the ball gown spread on your bed; the gown was shades of golden honey, reminiscent of your love's eyes, the perfect shade for an autumn ball.

Flopping on the bed, careful not to disturb the gown, you wondered if you had overreacted perhaps. Comte was different from you, this was true. There would always be a part of him you didn't fully understand due to those intrinsic differences.

For some unexplained reason, you found your fingers dancing along the fabric of the gown, the many layers of gold reminding you of your love.

As if compelled to do so, you found yourself changing into the golden gown. You quickly pinned your hair up and put on your favorite necklace. As ready as you could be, you ran off in search of le Comte.

You found him on the balcony, the scent of cigarillos still fresh in the air. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, his eyes widening when he saw you dressed.

"I thought you weren't feeling well."

"I changed my mind." You looked around nervously, glad that he was out here alone. "If it isn't too late..."

"It's never too late, ma cherie." Comte approached you, a bright smile spread on his lips as he swept you into his arms in a tight embrace. "But I don't think I can share you tonight. Let's stay home tonight, we can dance here."

Vlad

As soon as you saw him headed towards the withering bud, you ran, stopping in between Vlad and the rose.

"Vlad! You cannot keep plucking any and every bloom you think is decaying."

"And why not?" he asked gently. He reached his hand out, his fingers stroking the browned petals. "This one is sick, it will ruin the rest of the bush."

"It still has life in it." You pulled his hand away, your eyes glaring daggers at his. "If you keep this up, you will be left with a garden of nothing. It will all be gone. Do you want that?"

"No. But if I leave the diseased one...."

You threw your hands up in frustration. "I cannot listen to this. I'm going back to the mansion."

The heavens chose that moment to open up and unleash a downpour of rain; Vlad looked at you sadly as you turned and walked away, making no movement to try and stop you.

During the carriage ride home, you stared out the window at the pouring rain as you wiped the tears from your face.

Before you wanted it to, the carriage arrived at the mansion, your tears still wet on your face. After thanking the driver, you stepped out and saw Vlad waiting by the door.

You scrubbed your cheek with the heel of your hand and lifted your face as you headed towards the pureblood.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice taking on the similar chill of the rain around you.

Vlad flinched at your words. "I didn't pluck the bloom," he said quietly. Sighing, his eyes met yours. "I don't want an empty garden." He approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his snow-white head against your shoulder.

It wasn't much, but it was a start. You loved this man; nothing was going to change that. Vlad had so much good in him, you knew you could help him right his ways. Step by step.

#ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #arthur conan doyle #ikevamp arthur #leonardo da vinci #ikevamp leonardo #comte de saint germain #ikevamp comte #ikevamp vlad #vlad #ikemen headcanons #otome #otome games

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schmooplesboop · 1 year

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Of course these two would be the ones to get me writing again after a bazillion years lol

Pairing: Clive/Gav

Rating: 14+

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Gav tossed one way then turned the other. Rolling onto his back he looked over at Clive, sleeping soundly beside him. He sighed.

(So much for being older and wiser.)

When Clive had asked if he'd like a drink Gav thought he'd meant in the little mess/pub the Hideaway had, but the man had instead led him to his chambers and handed him a goblet of wine so expensive a vintage it would've made nobility spit to know the likes of him was enjoying it.

"Gav..." Clive seemed nervous, toying with his wine rather than drinking it. "I've... wanted to thank you for your help in Rosaria. You saved Jill..."

He moved closer. Clive wasn't that much taller than him, an inch or maybe two, but he was so much broader, always made Gav feel like he was being towered over. Clive set his wine aside and his hands gripped Gav's shoulders.

"You got me out of that dungeon. You saved me."

"Oh, I- " Gav swallowed hard, his throat clicking. Clive was very close. He quickly set his drink aside before he spilled it. His usually quick and clever fingers felt numb and stupid.

Gav wasn't sure which of them moved first, maybe they'd moved together. All he knew was their lips met in the sweetest kiss he'd had in a long while. Then his hands were running through Clive's thick dark hair and then Clive's hands were on his ass and it was all he could do to tumble into bed, yanking and pulling at the lacings on the other man's top.

And now here he was hours later, feeling like a fool. He'd been in this position once before many years ago: an extra piece in a set of two. It had ended ugly, with many tears and a literal backstab, he had the scar on his shoulder blade to prove it. And although he very much doubted Jill was the back stabbing type, he didn't want anymore broken hearts on his conscience.

He tossed some more, rolling away from Clive. What was he going to do now? Should he just sneak out?

"Mmmn... Gav..." The man nearly jumped from his skin when Clive's voice, fuzzy with sleep, broke into his thoughts. Before he could answer he found himself gently rolled onto his stomach, Clive's lips planting kisses down his back, stubble scratching at the skin.

"Clive-" The word came out a single strangled note as Clive's tongue oh-so-gently touched the base of his spine.

Clive must've heard the distress beneath the desire because he stopped immediately. The mattress jounced slightly as the man sat up, hair rumpled, blanket puddling in his lap.

"Gav? Are you all right?"

Gav pushed himself up so he was kneeling opposite. The moonlight highlighted the plains of Clive's body in a muted blue light. He was beautiful. The blond man's resolve wavered and he cursed himself.

(Do it, you fucking coward. Just rip the bandage off.)

"I've just... I've been wondering where I fit in here, what with you and--" He couldn't finish, but he saw that Clive understood immediately.

Clive sighed, running one hand through his tangled black hair, "I'm sorry, Gav."

Gav's heart sank with his stomach, he waited for the words that would make him a bloody fool all over again. Instead, Clive's next words veered off in a completely unexpected direction.

"I first saw my mother's true colors when she realized that her eldest son saying he felt different from most other boys wasn't because the Phoenix had chosen him." The man's mouth twisted in a grimace of a smile. "She grabbed my chin, her fingers left marks, and told me I was being ridiculous and to never speak of such things again."

Clive stood from the bed, the blanket sliding off his naked form. "My father was much more sympathetic, but he was also honest with me: he'd been fighting against these laws and traditions long before I was born and had made so little headway. He told me the nobility, by which he meant my mother, could have me disavowed and disowned. I would not be Joshua's Shield... or even his brother if I was... myself."

Gav knew he must've looked like a gormless fish, sitting there with his mouth agape, but he'd been completely caught off guard. A rare occurrence that seemed to have become more common in the last few hours.

"It was also my father who told me to find someone who would understand, so grudges wouldn't fester. He would betroth us... to protect me." Clive's face softened as he smiled. "I spoke with Jill, she was very understanding of course. We vowed to put on whatever mummer's show the 'nobility' required. I was preparing to live my life in the shadows when it ended instead."

Clive laughed. It was bitter and brittle and it broke Gav's heart.

He turned away from the bed, staring out at the small balcony off his chambers. "So long as it didn't interfere with your duties and the person you were with also had a brand, the Imperials didn't much care who you laid with. But I, like many, didn't dare to get too close. We were cannon fodder. Too many of us died each day. We took our comfort or lust from each other, but no more."

Clive's voice softened, barely above a whisper. "And then I met you... Gav."

He returned to the bed, sitting beside Gav, one hand reaching out to squeeze his thigh. "And it was like a piece I had been missing my entire life fell into place."

Gav gently clasped Clive's wrist, heart pounding, hardly believing what he was hearing.

"I wanted-- I should have told you all this before." Clive continued, his cheeks suddenly flushing with color. "But when we kissed, my thoughts all but fled."

Gav laughed and fell back onto the bed, pulling Clive on top of him, hooking his legs about the man's hips.

"Now that, you don't have to be sorry for. I was very much in the same boat." He ran his thumb along Clive's jawline, expression softening. "And I feel the same. You've been a right ray of sunshine in my gloomy little life, Clive Rosfield."

He tugged and Clive came willingly, pressing their mouths together, kissing him breathless.

"Dunno about you... but my thoughts are fleeing again." Gav panted into the small space between their lips.

Clive chuckled, "Mine too."

#final fantasy #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #clive rosfield #gav #ff16 gav #clive x gav #schmooples fic

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ifuckingloveryoshu · 6 months

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Hi I saw ur tags on my posts lol 🔥😭😭 thank you so much for liking my ryoshu and oc arts, but can I ask where did the name of yuzuki for ryoshu's daughter came from? I don't think hell screen mentioned her name?

Thank you for helping me get up this morning. Very short tldr but vauge answer: Hell Screen has been translated and adapted enough you could have read the a translation that keeps called Yoshihide's daughter, "Yoshihide's daughter"

If you read the Little Penguins Books Publishing, they did not use Yuzuki as the name from what I can see, but Yuzuki exist somewhere.

Lazily doing a half-baked investigation under read more.

I will never claim to know anything about translation and I had too little sleep to do things today. I'm also broke so I can't go cross refrence evey translation and adaptation of Hell Screen. I hope someone better than I can could look into this or help out. Ill come back to this maybe

This is absolutly not how you do research or go off of things but Penguin Publishing version reviews don't use the Yuzuki name so I'm thinking they don't use her name there. The Jay Rubin Translation doesn't use Yuzuki. I say that because I'm re-listening to this while cross refrencing a pdf I found. Im guessing their one in the same.

This archeologist/writer named matthewrettino uses Yuzuki when talking about Hell Screen

Haunted Places Ghost Stories did a reading on this and unrelated but they pronounce Monkehide how an american would so its, "MONKEY HIDE." But anyway, they use it. They just spell it liker Uzuki

Portrait of Hell or Jingokuhen make Yoshihide Korean, apparently. I wanted to put that here, it''s not really important, just an example of an adaptation changing something. You have a story for so long and things get changed.

It's part of human history and how we tell stories, we like adapting things and giving thigs new meaning just like Ryoshu. She's not named Yoshihide but we're all thinking, "Yeah, she's Yoshihide, she likes art, she has fire, shes sadistic, that's Yoshihide." But she's not an old man, Yoshihide never spoke in acronyms, Yoshihide's not a woman. Jesus Christ was never white. He was born in Jerusulm in a dessert, it would be strange if he was white. Most people living in the middle east and closer to the sun normally have darker skin because they have more melanin in their skin to protect from the sun. The image has been passed around so much that, at least in our Eurocentric culture, I can't find the word for it, Jesus is commonly depicted as white. Yuzuki could have never had the name in the original language, or the inverse, she could have had a name but time let it go through the skin of its fingers and it was lost to oblivion. We just need to rediscover where it's orgin came from.

Meme - A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another

The name Yuzuki might as well be a meme. If it wasn't in the orginal version of Hell Screen, it just exist now. That's why people are like, "Yuzuki, that's the name of Yoshihide's daughter. That sounds right!" Because idea's spread from text, imagry, music notes, whatever you have come to life like a spark of flame from a lighter and drift off from its starting point. The co2 particles relase into the air and up to the clouds, and when enough people emmit co2 at a rate thats unsustantable for our planet, big things happen. Really big things happen. Or you just scream so loud that no one hears you and much like the effects of smoking, damage your lungs.

I hope it doesn't feel like I'm pulling stuff out of my ass. I'll come back to this and when I have a solid answer, i'll tell you or reblog this. No worries.

#thoughts about ryoshu #ryoshu posting #hell screen mention #ask #never take what anyone says at face value #esspecially when they don't cite their sources #even if they sound smart #EVEN THEN you need to go into those sources yourself and read them #interpret them yourself #be good #i don't mean this as a buzz word but use your critical thinking skills #im a community college student and a ryoshu obsessed person i shouldn't be your source for knowledge #thank you for the ask! i love ask just as much as I love ryoshu

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hermesserpent-stuff · 6 months

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spoilers for stolen heir

also its a little dark and talks about death and illness lol

testing out a scene thats been haunting me for like 2 weeks

Dagur coughs and shivers. He had gotten sick in the middle of sailing to the Northern Market. Hiccup had tried to take care of him and sail the ship at the same time, but had fallen ill too. And the illness seems to have hit his brother harder. Hiccup had not woken in two days, and in that time they had run afoul of a storm that broke their rudder and smashed their mast. They were now bobbing on the ocean, as useless as a fish with no fins. They would die out here if nothing was repaired. But Dagur can no get up the energy to leave the cabin, much less fix anything. So he curls around his brother and closes his eyes as he prays. Tears dribble out.

The heat of his brow burns at his mind and brings feverish thoughts. Is brother runs hotter and is gasping for air as each minute slips past. They had run out of fresh water not too long ago and medicine had done nothing to tamp down this horrific disease. Dagur tries to think of something, anything that might save them. But nothing comes to his mind as his limbs shake and his brother breathes shallowly.

How could they have survived so much just to perish here?

He shakes and shivers.

How could he have brought his bother to ruin?

But he refuses to leave Hiccup alone. His brother had been cursed to wake up alone once. And if his brother gets to wake up again, then Dagur is going to be right there beside him. And if neither of them awaken again then they would sail to the gates of Helheim together. His stinging eyes close as his sweat-soaked hair clings to his nape. He pulls Hiccup close as he curls up under the slightly damp furs, determined not to lose his brother even if they journey to the land of the dead.

His brother makes a small nose and forest green eyes crack open to look up at him. Dagur pulls Hiccup closer and presses their foreheads together.

“I'm sorry Hiccup.”

It is all his fault. He had gotten Hiccup sick and now he and his brother would perish. If he had never gotten ill, never taken Hiccup from Berk… his brother might just have lived a day longer. Hiccup touches his cheek with a trembling palm and lets out a soft breath.

“Don't be. What better fate than this? To be loved…”

Hiccup coughs, his lungs rattling horribly and Dagur can feel his brother’s heartbeat grow uneven.

“Hiccup… I…”

“Sing me something? I'm tired brother.”

Hiccup asks, taking one of Dagur’s hands and weaving their fingers together before bringing it to rest right above Hiccup’s heart. Dagur swallows thickly, throat aching from the mucus and coughing. But for his brother, he would do anything. He feels the boat rock on another swell of water and presses closer into Hiccup.

“Alright brother. Just a little song. And when we wake up we’ll be at the market and you can sell your weapons and I can sell my carvings.”

“Sounds nice.”

Hiccup says with a yawn, red-rimmed eyes already slipping closed. Hopefully, his brother will dream of nice things. Happy things. Maybe death will be more pleasant than life. Hopefully, it will be less painful.

“My hearth, warm me when the world seems dark. Warm me with your loving flame. Warm me with a homebound spark. My hearth, warm where I ache. Warm where cold brings pain. Warm where the heart has its break.”

Dagur sings and Hiccup drifts away into sleep. He keeps singing, even as his voice rasps and his eyes shutter closed. He can feel himself slipping into darkness and a part of him is alright with it, as long as Hiccup is at his side. Another part mourns what could have been before his brain completely goes blank, tongue stilling and letting the only noise that fills the cabin be wheezy breaths and creaking timber.

#hermes speaks #httyd #httyd au #stolen heir au #hiccup haddock #dagur the deranged

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redstrewn · 7 months

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No wait here’s the link to the playlist: https://spotify.link/55TnO2GLGDb

I hope it works! Sorry im no good at this sorta thing — musa

Hi im sorry i never got around to actually finishibg commenting on the whole thing but since its been like 5838849392829 years i might as well post what ive had in the drafts. Sorry that its mostly just me keysmashing and going insane over a couple songs bc my braincell just does that AHSJDNFJFK

OUH I LOVE PRODIGAL SELF thank you for introducing me to this song its rly my vibe OOOUHHH. Sleeplessness so rreeeal. Darkness. MMMMM.

Hidden place is so smeggzee...MMMMM. OMG THE FINGERS GIVEN TO TOUCH W LINE MC moment real....kept in a hidden place be careful. SOOO REAL.

HAWLLLYY SHIT IM OBSESSED W THESE LINES AAARRRGGHH SHAKIJG MY CAGE RATTLING IT CHEWING ON THE BARS GOING FERAL

He's the beautifullest, fragilest Still strong, dark and divine And the littleness of his movements Hides himself He invents a charm that makes him invisible Hides in the hair Can I hide there too? Hide in the hair of him Seek solace Sanctuary

IM CRAZY!! IM CRAAAZY!!!! I GO INSANE OVER THESE FUCKING LYRICS [SHAKES YOU BY THE SHOULDERS] MUSA U R SO INSANE (/pos) FOR THIS IM GOING INSANE THESE LYRICS AAURGEHHRHHRGRGGRGRGEGRGGRHRHRHRHRHRHRHR IM GOING CRAAAZYZYYZZYZYZYZYYZYZYZ

An echo a stain....the vibes of this song OOUUUUUU sexy sinister....MMMMM.

Don't say no to me You can't say no to me I won't see you Denied I'm sorry you saw that I'm sorry he did it An echo A stain A stain I can't say no to you (I can't say no to you) Say nothing Free falling Complete

Those last two lines SCARY AS FUCKCKKCKCKKKC GOD I FUCKING LOVE IT MMMMM NOMNOMONOM DRINKS THIS POURS THIS DOWN MY THROAT THATS GOOD GOURMET MUSICS.

Now the seer......

What is human? Is there really nothing but seeing or seen? The voice is wordless tissue The fog from Heart of Glass Listen to the lips that feed you The voice is a second flesh that cannot be seen This body is not for vision The seer cannot go there But the tongue is a pawn for the restless An indecipherable alphabet Each word an eye, lidless And we speak in tongues from part to part Broke, broke part to part From invisible state to invisible state to invisible state To invisible state Where do I end? In the flames or in the ashes? Where do I end? My body is the end My body is the end My body is the end

Now i wont pretend my dumb ass understands what the lyrics are actually saying so im just taking what my bumbling ass sees.

Taking "this body is not for vision" with the voice being "wordless tissue," makes me think of Leander's use of his body. For all his mental games he's also very physical in the way that he just uses it as a tool. "He works hard and parties harder," doesn't like naps, and his eyebags scream he doesn't sleep well either. He's a manwhore. He uses his body a lot. He probably uses his body to seduce not just for the sake of sex itself but also the added bonus of getting to know someone better (information is currency hurr) and gain someone's favor or something. But there is no seeing him. He's masked. Who even really knows each other in this game lmao? The only one doing the seeing here is him. "Each word, a lidless eye."

Goes with "but the tongue is a pawn for the restless." Wow that guy sure is restless and likes to manipulate people with words and convincing and drinks doesn't he. "Fog from the heart of glass" makes me think of a fog obscuring the heart.

"Listen to the lips that feed you." "I can keep you safe, as long as you trust me." There we go again with Leander's paternalistic, watchful-eye vibe.

"An indecipherable alphabet." Idk i like thinking of this with Vere's "His nice guy act is bullshit" lol. He may be speaking but it's coming from the ass. Indecipherable because what he says is just bullshit, empty flattery to get his way.

"And we speak in tongues from part to part. Broke, broke part to part. From invisible state to invisible state to invisible state. To invisible state." IDK what this actually means but I'm taking this as how his identity is in pieces. He reconstructs himself, breaking off the pieces he doesn't like and hiding them while he speaks from the parts he wants you to see. Invisibility, hiding the true, whole image of him. Like a puzzle with missing pieces. You're not seeing all of him. His visage fractured. You get it. I just like rambling.

"Where do I end? In the flames or in the ashes? Where do I end? My body is the end. My body is the end. My body is the end." Ha hoo. Ahh. Endings. Flames and ashes of extermination (though can also be rebirth). My body is the end. I don't know. Thinking of his like of masquerades. The hiding is something he likes, maybe not just because it's something he feels he has to do but also because he's "happy" with it. The perfect (constructed) image of himself. Iunno. Perhaps he wants to die being unknown. In the flesh of the body he uses as a tool. Maybe he wants to die in his facade. [Head in hands.]

I know you translated and expanded seni düşünmek on another ask, so I'll write my thoughts on it on that ask.

No light, no light....

yeah thats good

Would you leave me If I told you what I've done? And would you leave me If I told you what I've become? 'Cause it's so easy To say it to a crowd But it's so hard, my love To say it to you out loud

You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay

hhrhghrhghrghrgrkgkgkgkgkgkgkhhghhghghghrhrhrhhrrghgkkrgkghrkghh. its fine. im cool.

You want a revelation You want to get right But it's a conversation I just can't have tonight You want a revelation Some kind of resolution Tell me what you want me to say

IMMMMMMMMMMMM FUCKING GGGGG GGGGGG FFFIIINNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the way this song can also be a kuras song omfg. AAAAAAUUUUUUUURGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

hamlet got me reading abt the play and went on a whole ride about it. that was fun thank you.

#musa

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megan-loves-surveys · 7 months

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Let's go.

1 - Who was the last person to give you a gift? What was the reason for it? Christmas lol.

2 - Are you a good cook? If so, who taught you? What’s your favourite thing to cook? No I suck. My boyfriend has been trying to teach me but I'm awful.

3 - When was the last time something in your house broke? Did you manage to fix it or did you need to buy a replacement? Good question, I'm not sure.

4 - Is any part of your body hurting right now? What caused that pain? Not right now.

5 - Do you have anything exciting planned for the upcoming weekend? I'm going to a wrestling show, that'll be fun.

6 - If you could spend two weeks in any city in the world, which city would you pick and why? London or NYC, cos so much to do, I wouldn't get bored.

7 - When was the last time you tripped or fell in public? if there was nobody around to see you, did you still feel embarrassed? Ages ago, I don't think anyone saw me.

8 - The last time you made a sandwich, what did you put in there? Peanut butter.

9 - How many hours sleep did you get last night? Was that enough for you or could you have slept for longer? 6 hours and 40 mins, I could have had a bit longer but eh.

10 - What’s your favourite time of day? What’s your favourite thing to do at that time? Evenings, that's my free time! I listen to music, watch wrestling, play video games, talk on Discord etc.

11 - Where did you go the last time you left your house? I went to work, then after work I went out for a meal with my Mum.

12 - Are you tired right now? Will you be going to bed anytime soon? I'm alright, and no it's 12:26pm xD

13 - How many times a week do you get takeaway coffee, if you get it at all? I mostly stay away from coffee cos caffeine does a number on me.

14 - What radio station do you listen to the most? None.

15 - If you eat steak, how do you like it cooked? What sauces or sides do you like to go with it? I don't.

16 - Do you prefer sweet or savoury pancakes? What toppings do you have on them? Mixture - I get them with bacon and maple syrup.

17 - Are you someone who cracks their joints a lot? Which one(s) do you tend to crack and click the most? Yep, especially my knees and my fingers xD

18 - Have you ever taken medication or tablets to help you sleep? is this something you do on a regular basis? No.

19 - For you, what’s the worst thing about getting up in the morning? What about the worst thing about going to bed tonight? Actually getting up, after I do, I'm fine. And going to bed is annoying cos I have to haul all the plushies off it xD

20 - Do you prefer regular or diet soft drinks? Definitely diet, regular is usually too sweet.

21 - What do you tend to wear if you’re just hanging about the house for the day? Depends on the time of year - in summer, it'll be a jumpsuit, summer dress or tank top & shorts. In winter, it'll be comfy yoga pants and a hoodie with ugg boots.

22 - When was the last time you dyed your hair? Did you do it yourself or get it done at a hairdresser? December, I went to the salon.

23 - Does having to wear a mask stop you doing things? Is this because you struggle wearing one or you just don’t like it? We thankfully don't have to wear them anymore, but we did have to wear them for months in 2021 and 2022 - inside any buildings and on public transport.

24 - Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Or have you perhaps been involved in one yourself? Were you at fault? Does getting hit by a car count? LOL.

25 - When was the last time you baked a cake? What cake was it? I don't bake.

26 - Do you like wearing bows or accessories in your hair? Nah.

27 - How many books do you read in a year? Do you enjoy reading or do you have to really force yourself to sit down and read? Not as many as I should. I've read two this year so far lol.

28 - If you have pets, where did they come from? A breeder, a rescue or maybe a friend who bred their pet? No pets.

29 - Do you make your bed every morning when you get up? Yep.

30 - When was the last time you got takeaway food? Was it good? I had KFC on Friday if that counts.

1 - Who was the last person to knock on your door? Were they there to see you? My boyfriend, he usually texts me to let him into our complex but the gate was open last time and he was able to come in on his own.

2 - Have you left the house yet today? If not, do you have plans to leave the house later on? Not yet, and yes, I'm heading out to a concert later this afternoon around 3:30 or so.

3 - What’s your favourite brand of chocolate? What type of chocolate bar from that brand is your favourite? Any Belgian chocolate, Whittakers (NZ brand) and Cadbury's.

4 - Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Oh yeah, quite a few of my friends were online friends first, then later on we met in real life.

5 - What was the last thing you used a blender for? We don't own a blender.

6 - Have you ever got into an argument with a stranger on social media? Do you remember what it was about? Oh, loads of times. They're usually about wrestling xD

7 - When was the last time you cracked your joints? Is that something you do often? I do that way too much.

8 - What time is it right now? If you weren’t doing a survey, what else would you be doing right now? 1:25pm. I'd either be at work, at the gym or watching wrestling or playing a video game haha.

9 - If you had ten minutes to run around an empty supermarket and fill your trolley for free, what’s the first aisle you’d go for? Chips! Haha.

10 - Aside from Tumblr, what websites do you visit the most and why? last.fm, Facebook, Reddit, YouTube. All the usuals.

11 - Has COVID had any impact on your Christmas plans this year? What’s going to change or be different to normal? No, Covid isn't really a problem anymore. It's still around of course, but it doesn't affect stuff as much now.

12 - What’s your favourite flavour of cake? Are you any good at making that kind of cake? Any! And I suck at baking.

13 - Do you prefer sweet or sour candy? Sour.

14 - What colour is your favourite fruit? Is this a fruit you eat often? Yellow, cos it's bananas haha. And I don't eat them that much really.

15 - Is your favourite restaurant an independent place or a chain? What is it that you love about it so much? Porterhouse Grill, it's independent as far as I know. It's expensive but the food is so good and the staff are so friendly.

16 - Are you genuinely a fan of Starbucks or do you think it’s all hype? I love it! I go at least once a week.

17 - Do you own a Christmas jumper? What design/pattern does it have on it? I do, I have two, they're both wrestling ones - one is Seth Rollins, the other is Roman Reigns. I can't wear them at Christmas though cos it's too hot, so I wear them in July lol.

18 - What’s your favourite fit/style of jeans? Skinny jeans.

19 - What was the last non-essential item you spent money on? I dropped a bunch of money on backing the Broken Sword kickstarter haha.

20 - Are you currently under any COVID-related restrictions where you live? Are people generally following the rules? No, they lifted those in 2022.

21 - What did you last leave the room you’re in to do? To go downstairs for lunch.

22 - Have you ever read any self-help books? Did you find them useful? No.

23 - What’s your favourite programme on the Food Network (if you watch it)? If you don’t get that channel, what’s your favourite food/cookery show in general? I don't like cooking shows.

24 - Do you still watch cartoons? Yep sometimes.

25 - Who do you know with the most number of siblings? Would you ever want to live in a huge family? Ngawari, my BFF. She has 9 brothers and sisters! And no.

26 - Are you a fan of garlic bread? Yes! Yummy.

27 - Do you own any personalized clothing? What’s the reason for getting it? No.

28 - Is anyone else in the same room as you right now? What is that person up to? No, my Mum is downstairs.

29 - What colours are you wearing right now? Does your wardrobe contain a lot of those colours? Only black haha. And yes.

30 - Do you like adding condiments to your food? If so, what are some of your favourites? I am a condiment addict, I use so many different ones. But I def use tomato sauce/ketchup the most, with mayo in second.

This past year…

who were your favorite singers, musicians, or bands?

My most played artist on Spotify was Taylor Swift, lol. But on last.fm my #1 was Ayumi Hamasaki, like she is most years.

what were some of your favorite foods?

Mac & cheese, always.

what was your favorite dessert?

Iceblocks or ice cream.

what was the best thing that happened to you?

I got permanent work finally! It started as a temp job, but my boss liked me so much he offered me the permanent position. Yay me!

what was the worst thing that happened to you?

Dunno, 2023 was pretty good, all things considered.

how have you grown as a person?

Sure.

what have you learned?

That a temp job can turn into a permanent one if you work hard enough and impress.

how old did you turn?

36.

what did you do for your birthday?

I had dinner with my BFF on my actual birthday, then the next day I went to lunch with my Mum and then went out for drinks with my boyfriend.

what did you accomplish?

Got a permanent job, went to the gym regularly for the whole year etc.

where did you live?

I've lived in the same place since 2016 lol.

who was your best friend?

Ngawari, we reconnected in a big way last year - she was inspired to join the gym by me and now we go together every week.

This past year, have you….

made a new friend?

Yes.

lost a friend?

Yes :( My friend Zoe passed from cancer.

made a new best friend?

No.

lost someone close to you?

Yes.

attended a funeral?

No, cos Zoe didn't have a funeral, they just had a get together and I couldn't go cos we lived in different cities.

attended a wedding?

No.

gave birth to a child? 🤰

No.

“came out of the closet”?

No.

traveled?

God I wish.

felt depressed? 😔

No.

felt suicidal? 😔

No.

felt happy? 😃

Yes!

felt at peace? 😊

Probably?

felt overjoyed? 💃

Sure.

felt blessed? 😇

Dunno.

felt amazed? 🤩

Sure.

fallen in love? 😍

I was already in love <3

had your heart broken? 💔

No..

got a new car? 🚗

No..

graduated? 👩‍🎓

No.

experienced something miraculous? ✨

Nah.

had a better year than last year?

2023 was way better than 2022 for sure.

had a worse year than last year?

No.

been to see the doctor? 👨‍⚕️

I didn't, lol.

been to the hospital? 🏥

No.

had a severe allergic reaction? 🤧

No.

had COVID? 🦠

I think I did, I got sick twice in two months - once was a cold, the other was prob Covid.

found out someone you knew had COVID? 🦠

Yes.

used an epi pen? 💉

No.

had a fever? 🥵

No.

had a migraine? 🧠

Too damn many.

gone on a date? 🌹

Loads.

written in a journal or diary? 📔

Yes.

given someone a hug? 🤗

Loads.

cut your hair? 💇‍♀️

No, but I dyed it a few times.

danced around your living room? 💃

No.

prayed? 🙏

No.

worshiped Jesus?

No.

read the Bible? 📖

No.

discovered a new favorite book? 📕

No.

gone to church? ⛪️

No.

went for a walk in the fall? 🍁

Probably.

set up and decorated a Christmas tree? 🎄

Yes.

threw up? 🤮

No.

almost threw up? 🤢

Yes.

discovered a new music artist you really liked? 🎤

Loads!

discovered a new song you really liked? 🎶

LOADS.

seen snow? ⛄️

No.

seen beautiful fall foliage? 🍁

Yes.

gone to the beach? 🏝

No.

rode a bike? 🚴

No.

rode a horse? 🐎

No.

swam? 👙

No.

worn makeup? 💄

No.

done a craft project?

No.

made a scrapbook page?

No.

written an essay? 📝

No.

painted something? 🎨

No.

drawn something? ✍️

No.

sketched in a sketchbook?

No.

written someone a letter? 📝

No.

been to a concert? 👩‍🎤

Yep, I went to see the Vengaboys last year.

driven a car? 🚘

No.

kayaked? 🛶

No.

gone on a cruise? 🚢

No.

made a big purchase?

Depends what you consider big.

moved to a new home? 🏡

No.

got a new pet?

No.

lost a pet?

No.

gotten a tattoo?

No.

gotten a new piercing?

No.

started a new hobby?

No.

worn a mask? 😷

We didn't have to wear them in 2023.

felt afraid to leave your house?

No.

celebrated your birthday alone?

No.

celebrated Christmas alone?

No.

went for a long walk through the neighborhood?

Yes.

Favorites of this Year (Pick one for each.)

Song:

Hard choice, probably CuteBad - Provocateur

Book:

Dunno.

TV show:

Raw or Dynamite.

Youtube channel:

I have loads of faves, but prob Call Me Kevin. He's always funny no matter what.

Food:

Mac & cheese.

Dessert:

Iceblocks.

Drink:

Starbucks mocha java chip frappe.

Friend:

Ngawari or David.

Thing you did:

Saw the Vengaboys or going to wrestling shows.

Place you went:

Nowhere lol.

Person you spend time with:

My Mum.

Thing you did for your birthday:

Gone to eat.

Celebrity:

Jon Moxley.

Website:

YouTube or last.fm.

Emojis:

Laughing crying face or heart.

Colors:

Purple & blue.

Restaurant:

Porterhouse Grill.

Tea flavor ☕️:

I don't like tea.

Final Questions!

Would you say this past year has been a good year overall?

Pretty good, yeah.

What are your goals for the new year?

Keep going to the gym, mainly.

How old will you turn next year?

37.

Did you make any big mistakes this past year?

No.

Do you have any big changes coming?

No.

How will you be celebrating New Year’s Eve this year?

I just hung out with my boyfriend and his friends and we had some drinks.

What was the best day of this year for you, and why?

Hard to pick.

What did you spend the most time doing this year?

Working and going to the gym, lol.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #random survey #2023 survey

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I saw a post on reddit of a person sharing a picture and saying how it describes their conures. Well mine usually display their different personalities when I'm not trying to discreetly snap a picture. So I decided to include pictures of my weird children and their descriptions.

Here's mine!

Lotus/ Bobotus/ Boboters/Demon child/Boboti, 2 years old now.

He's a very strange conure.

One minute he'll be all cuddly and the next he'll growl and try to sink his beak into your face, neck, arm whatever. That bird is super smart about finding what area of your body hurts the most.

But he's not the smartest when it comes to other things. That being, he gets into lets say a drawer and he screams and screams that he can't get out. Or another time where he and his bird gf got stuck under our bed box springs. I had to lift up the mattress, cut a hole into the fabric and try to lift him out. He was too scared and kept biting my fingers.

His absolute favorite foods and things to chew on are, feet, shoes and then carrots (but they have to be shredded carrots, bread, butter (horrible I know), granola with cheerios and coconut milk, chips, corn, rice and peas.

The bird is very picky with things too haha

He'll stick his foot or what we call pootie (pronounced like foot but with a p) in the sink water, play with it a bit, then decide it's the right temp for bathing. He'll keep doing that until the temp is no longer a proper temp.

He normally likes perching on our right hand, our dominant one, which is a problem since we use that for gaming or me drawing usually.

He only wants oldie type of music. So 1950s to 1970s or so. It has to be that type of rock and roll with a beat and not repetitive. Otherwise he starts growling.

Things I love about him: He is amazing at rhythm sometimes. I'll be singing a song that he approves of and he'll add his little noises at just the right times.

He learned how to make this adorable "beep beep" noise and it kills me. It's so cute. Especially when he wants attention.

The bird learned how to knock on our door to get our attention too. We'll just be sitting in our living and we'll hear a tap tap tap, and we know that's Lotus wanting out of the room.

Before we go to sleep now, my husband likes to say goodnight listing off the 4 birds' names and making a kissing sound. And because Lotus learned that sound he likes to continuously give us kiss sounds. Definitely makes the night better

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Now Goose!

Goose/Goosey/Goosey goo/Princess Goose/Goosey girl/ Loose Goose/ Loose Cannon Goose/ Goose goose is a 1 year old and super adorable

She is the stereotypical dad's girl. Back when we first got her at Petco, she still had her wings clipped (I hate that they do that but its fine). So her Dad/my husband took her on his shoulder everywhere he could. He got to experience the world and meet a lot of people. It was easy to train her too! Her Dad spent so much time with her and because of that she's a force to be reckoned with.

Goosey was the shy conure of the group, and adored blueberries. She loved blueberries so much that it's all she ever ate when we first brought her home from the pet store. So her shit was just blueberries lol

For a while, she was scared of us and other people. She was easy to have on us and family members though. Super sweet and because of that my husband would call her his sweetheart.

She broke out of that fairly quickly and started biting things. Now she loves biting. That's one of her things she'll bite or nibble to navigate around.

That girl is an excellent climber and is amazing at flying. I mean for a bird that couldn't fly for several months. You couldn't tell haha.

Foods she absolutely loves are any type of meat, corn, peas, carrots, potatoes, jalapenos seed and all, dried fruits, coconut milk with cheerios and granola and tortilla chips. When it comes to chips and different meats, she'll steal the biggest piece. Even if she can't fly away with it, she'll still try. What can I say? She just loves meat.

Goose makes this high pitched screech sound when she wants attention. She'll stretch her neck out and fluff up her feathers to do it. I know she's trying to warn or get someone's attention but it's just so cute so I can't help but laugh. When she REALLY wants attention, she'll do her high pitched scream really fast like a machine gun. It can get annoying real fast

Things I love about her though are when I'm singing to them both, she'll screech at certain parts as if she's doing a solo. Little rockstar bird

She's very elegant in the way she holds her food and takes small bites. But somehow is able to still get food everywhere.

She can be very kind and compassionate. She sees her love, Lotus, in danger or complaining, she'll fly and attack whatever is causing his distress. That being usually me rip. But she also can be kind and compassionate with me and she'll preen my hair or try to pick off scabs or dead skin off my skin. She'll be super sweet with my husband more though.

As you can see, my birds are complex individuals

#conure #bird #birds #my birds #long reads

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