#but good lord i cant sit down long enough to do that

[realbigpodcastslut]

I was reading the replies of the last post I reblogged and people kept saying their podcast sins were doing stuff while listening to podcasts.

*shakes them violently*

THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT. YOU CAN DO STUFF AND LISTEN TO PODCASTS. THAT'S WHAT MAKES THE MEDIUM SO GREAT.

[milksnake-tea]

━━ morning in clear skies .

As a traveling merchant, Luocha is constantly on the move, rarely able to settle down in a place he can call home. But with you, he finds temporary relief.

luocha x gn!reader

contains: fluff !!!! lots of phys touch and kissing bc thats my thing, just waking up w my baby, if you squint u'll see a hint of angst

word count: 1.1k

a/n: cant believe this is my first oneshot/longer drabble for my man ANYWAYS THIS IS MY very very late BIRTHDAY FIC FOR MYSELF BECAUSE LORD I MIGHT BE TOUCH STARVED AND I LOVE LUOCHA ANDIUDFJNFION this is just me being down bad for 1k+ words my bad

Long and slender fingers trace the very edges of your face, their repetitive yet ginger motions pulling you from your sleep, lifting you from the dark sea of slumber in their embrace. You stir, squeezing your eyes tighter for just a moment as you slowly come to.

Your eyelids are heavy; it’s difficult to open them, and truthfully, you don’t want to. It’s comfortable here: the linen sheets lay loosely across your body, light enough so they aren’t suffocating, yet they trap heat as well as wool. The pillow that lays under your head sinks under your weight like a cloud.

But perhaps, what tempts you most is the man that lays at your side. Even without your sight, you can picture him so clearly. His breathing is soft, relaxed. Blonde hair tickles at your face as he shifts, and you imagine it splaying over his body like a waterfall of gold. His fingers, finally gloveless for once, leave the edges of your face and instead move to cup your cheek.

His thumb comes to rub under your cheek, his touch almost ticklish. A fond chuckle escapes him as you squirm, the sound like sweet honey to your ears, a baritone melody.

“Good morning to you too,” he muses as you finally peek your eyes open. Sunlight cascades over Luocha from the window besides your bed, bathing him in an almost divine glow. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was an angel sent down by the Beauty themself.

Gone is the heavy coat he usually wears, along with the rest of his daily attire. Instead, Luocha’s form is covered only by a thin, long-sleeved shirt that just barely hugs at him. His eyes gleam like the finest of emeralds, warm and tender with affection as he gazes at you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks. You nod drowsily, not yet ready to leave the comfort of your pillows. Luocha’s eyes crinkle knowingly - he knows all too well the pain of having to leave the bed.

He sits up, long hair falling as he does, but it's not long before he swoops down in a long, languid motion and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. He lingers there as if to savor it - the feeling of you against him - then pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"You taste as wonderful as ever." You roll your eyes at his statement and he snickers. "I only speak the truth, love. You don't take me for a liar, do you?"

You shake your head, an amused smile creeping onto your face.

"Of course not."

You reach up towards him, pulling your arm from the blankets to caress Luocha's face. Your lover's eyes soften fondly, and he takes your hand in his own, nuzzling your palm, never breaking eye contact with you.

"Are you leaving?" you couldn't help but ask. Luocha sighed, his smile faltering.

Due to Luocha's career, he rarely stayed home - and when he did, it was never for long. He was like the Nameless of the Astral Express - always traveling, always searching, always wandering. Even at his "home" with you, his stay was temporary. Sooner or later, he'd pick up that blasted coffin of his again and set off into the cosmos, leaving you with nothing but calls and text messages for weeks on end.

"Now, don't give me that face," he says gently, thumbing at your eyes. "You'll get wrinkles."

He touches his forehead to yours, that emerald gaze enrapturing you, enchanting you, and you couldn't help but get lost in its forests.

"I'm not leaving," he assures you. "Not yet."

"How long?" you say. Luocha's eye twinkles.

"A month."

Luocha suppresses a laugh as he watches you slowly process his words. He doesn't have to wait long, for the drowsiness soon leaves your eyes and you visibly brighten, and Luocha swears he's never seen a better sight in the universe.

"You mean it?" you ask. There's excitement evident in your voice, yet also hesitance, as if this is all too good to be true. Luocha doesn't blame you; rarely does he get a weekend to spend with you, much less a month. After all, his clients are far less understanding than you are.

"Why wouldn't I- whoa!" Luocha barely manages to get the words out before you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you and the mattress. Laughter fills the room as the two of you tumble.

Somehow, one way or another, you ended up on top of him. Your legs straddled his waist, and your arms caged him between them. Luocha had always been a beautiful man, but by the Aeons, he'd never looked so tempting. His hair splayed out from under him like a halo, his face a tinge flushed and his shirt slightly lifted to reveal his stomach.

"Careful there," he says breathlessly, amusement and absolute adoration evident. "It would be a shame if you-"

He's swiftly cut off by your kiss, a startled yet pleased yelp escaping him. You decide to take advantage of his brief moment of vulnerability by sliding your tongue into his mouth. Luocha hums against you, closing his eyes and allowing you to do what you wanted with him.

Gradually, he lets himself sink into the mattress, obliging as you tilt his head up to deepen the kiss. While you have your way with him, his hands began to wander, reaching to hold your back and caress what skin he could find. His fingers are cold to the touch as they slide beneath your shirt, and you shiver at the feeling.

When you finally part from him, it's with great reluctance. A single string of saliva briefly connects the two of you before Luocha swipes out his tongue, breaking it as he licks his lips teasingly. You let out a exasperated yet fond sigh, dropping down on top of him so that you can nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

"Satisfied?" Luocha teases, letting out a small oomph! as you playfully hit his chest.

"Hardly," you scoff. You move so that you can look up at him from his shoulder. "There's a lot of lost time we need to make up for."

"I'm aware," he hums. "But there's no rush. We do have a month, after all."

"I suppose." You trail a hand over his chest, feeling as it swells and falls with every breath Luocha takes. Finally, it sinks in that he's here, he's still here and he will be here for an entire month.

You smile to yourself, your heart warming.

"I missed you."

Luocha closes his eyes, his grip on you tightening.

"I missed you too."

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[pursuitseternal]

“Mine for Eternity” ⚜️Chapter 5 of “A Night with the Ascendant”⚜️

Ascended Astarion x OC (Lumina) | E | 3.9K

🎨 by @nyx-knox

Summary: Lumina’s true nature won’t keep her enemy from picking a fight. Fortunately Brides aren’t without their Sires for long…

CW: Jealous female antagonist, Possessive Astarion, flashbacks to the Rite, mentions of Astarion’s past abuse, mentions of OC’s past abuse [there’s smut I swear], body worship, cunnilingus, possessive romantic missionary

Previous Ch | Ao3 link | Masterlist

“What… did you say?”

Lumina’s head spun, her world narrowing down to a single word as she was still in her restraints.

That word… Bride… it sliced into her, cutting through vague notions and guesses to pierce into her heart and soul.

Setting down the cup on the bedside, Morana glared and her tail twitched, irascible and annoyed. “Don’t play games with me. You won’t win. There is no one who has served Lord Astarion longer, no one who knows him better. I was there in the aftermath two centuries ago when the Netherbrain fell. I was his first spawn, at his side through… everything,” she hissed the final word.

Her dark eyes glinted with hatred; what once lingered beneath the surface of her cool exterior seethed over.

And it made Lumina nervous. Bride or not, she didn’t know any of her strengths, aside from also being able to daywalk. But her quick mind rattled down a list of things she should be strong enough to do…. Could she beat Morana in a fight? Perhaps if she were well fed. Maybe she could compel Morana? Unlikely. If only Astarion was here…

She thought of him, the feeling of his skin, the smell of his musk, the glint in his eyes and on his fangs…

A tremor raced down her spine. Something hard and magical.

Whatever it was. It wasn’t enough to save her. Lumina tugged at her bindings, feeling more like prey in this Tiefling’s presence than she ever did with their Master. Even the way her tail twitched was predatory, stalking closer and closer.

“It’s good he’s seeing fit to keep you chained in his bed. I would hate to think what might befall you if you crossed paths with any of the Spawn now… You would probably have a dozen sets of fangs in your flesh, just to catch a taste of the Master from your skin.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” Lumina barked, finally finding purchase to sit up on her heels. “You know that the Master does as he wills.”

The Master… the mere thought of Astarion seemed to tug some tether inside her. Like ripples in the water, it pulsed out from her mind.

And something… someone… pulsed in reply.

“And it seems all he’s doing is you,” Morana sneered, her pointed teeth glinting in the firelight. “It’s not fair to the rest of us.”

Lumina’s stomach churned. “No it’s not, but it’s not my fault, nor is it anything I have the power to fix…”

“A convenient excuse from the one who has gained… everything,” she snapped. Closing in, her tail wagged back and forth, predacious, assessing. “If I could kill you…”

“Mor…” that rich, honeyed voice purred, instantly sending shivers down Lumina’s spine. Astarion entered on silent feet, his brows canted, quizzical and amused as he assessed his oldest Spawn. “Tut, tut, you should know better by now not to be so insolent.” One long, elegant finger wagged in the air between them, and instantly the Tiefling cowed, horned head bowing, tail tucked between her legs.

Sufficiently pleased with her submission, he crossed to the bed, the chain on Lumina’s hands unlocking and falling useless with a mere brush of his touch. Astarion reached behind him, fetching the chalice of blood and offering it to Lumina. His Bride struggled to sit, trying to tuck her legs under her without exposing her naked lower half to both of their gazes.

“If there a reason you strayed up here, Morana?” Astarion’s question sliced through the heavy silence. “Need something… or did you just miss me?” He leveled a wicked glare at his Spawn, her dark blue skin turning to gooseflesh under his gaze.

Lumina’s stomach curled at the malice… even if it was protective. Protective of her. She busied herself from the awkward tension by burying her face in her cup. The second she smelled the liquid inside, her heart skipped an undead beat.

His. Again.

A flicker passed between them before she drank. That same rich rush of power, of his very essence and presence invaded her. From her stomach to her veins, he was inside her, and with that brief flash of fang-toothed smile, she suspected he felt it too.

“My lord,” Morana began to speak, “you should know your other devoted servants are…”

He leveled his gaze at her, waving his hand in dismissal. I have much more pressing matters. The rest of my children know that what I do for this city and my own needs come before any of theirs.”

Her tail twitched dangerously fast. “So you leave us locked away to wander your halls once the sun has set like prisoners?” Her nostrils flared, fists clenching at her side. “Like slaves…”

“Careful,” Astarion bit, instantly rigid at the single word. “You are far from being slaves. Even now, your so-called torment is a far cry from what I endured for centuries,” he snared, spit flying as he spoke forcefully and deep. His hands fisted at his side, long nails digging into his own flesh.

Morana just shook her head. “You’ve changed from those first days when I was your only Spawn. You were magnificent and ruthless and hungry. Your companions cowered at your Ascension. They wouldn’t recognize you now, this limp excuse for the Ascendant with his Bride in his bed and a dungeon of Spawn. Thank the gods they are all dead so they can’t see you become just like Caz—”

Astarion leapt to his feet, hand reaching for the Tiefling’s dark blue horn. “Silence!” he bellowed, yanking her roughly. “You dare speak of him? After all that you know and have seen?”

He was monstrous and feral, every muscle in his neck strained, the sinews of his hands popping against his pale skin and whitening his knuckles as he gripped his Spawn by the horn. Fangs glinted, eyes glowed scarlet, and down their bond, Lumina felt every bit of rage and bloodlust that coursed in his veins. Closing her eyes, Lumina pushed deeper, images flashing from his memory to hers.

She could see it all from two-hundred years ago…

Glowing scars on his back as fear gripped his heart, frozen by infernal magic by his old Master…. Faces in the distances of beloved friends fighting to free him until… She watched it all unfold. Some decrepit man lay at his feet, glowing red eyes glazed with fear and disbelief, black hair scraggled as his blood pooled over Astarion’s hands, a strange dagger clutched tightly. A matching set of ruins in his old Master’s back, and suddenly all she felt was the memory of her love’s victory, the thrill and relief and freedom that came as scarlet light bathed his world and infernal power burst through his body.

In a blink, the memory passed, but it was enough to push her own emotions back in reply.

She countered that blinding bloodlust with something she wondered if he would even recognize…

Pity.

Compassion.

Love.

His hand instantly eased, sending Morana flailing backwards, almost landing on her tail. “My lord,” she growled, her pointed teeth snapping as she collected herself.

“Leave me,” he hissed, turning his back on her abruptly. Head hanging, he even avoided Lumina’s look of concern.

But Morana only glared harder, tilting her head and aiming her dark glinting gaze right at where Lumina still perched on the bed.

“I said… leave!” he snarled, rounding once more, drawn to his full height and eyes blazing. Invisible tendrils of his influence crept up her spine. Her back stiffened visibly as he compelled her. “Leave, Morana. And tell the others they may venture into the city tonight, a special treat so long as they behave themselves.” I raised his finger, wagging it as he stared her down. “But not you. For your insolence, for dredging up memories that you have no right to, you will remain here in the palace.”

The Tiefling bowed her head slightly, her dark blue skin shining with sweat as she suppressed her anger. One last deadly glare at Lumina and she disappeared.

The moment the door shut, Astarion’s shoulders bowed under some great, invisible weight. His hands ran through those long, unruly curls, tugging them back from his gaunt face in desperation. Hands clasped together, he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Not yet. Not when he knew so much of who he once was had flooded from his mind into hers.

It was a strange mix of embarrassment, of vulnerability… and, if he was honest, relief. It helped not having to tell that tale again, not again after so much time, after all of his companions now mouldered in the ground. Gone to their gods.

He could feel her sharp gaze on his back, could sense her concern and curiosity wafting in waves from her heart down their bond. A bond she was now aware about, he realized. “So you know what you are?” His voice was heavy, amused and burdened in equal measure.

“Your Bride,” she whispered. “Morana told me,” Lumina dared to reply, creeping closer beside him. Her black tunic now pulled down over the little pert curve of her ass.

“Morana opens her mouth far too much, thinking that information and ambition carry greater value than… than feelings, than intimacy.” Astarion turned, wrinkles lining the corners of his eyes as he winced. It was a look that bespoke guilt, that signified he felt responsible for her ambitious desires.

Lumina scoffs, “Clearly she knows much about you from before…. You and your companions…”

He bristled, muscles straining in his neck as he craned forward. “What did you see?” His question was pointed, his tone tense.

Lumina closed her eyes, summoning the images and emotions from that fateful day. The day of his Ascension. “You felt so… free. So vindicated and avenged… I could taste blood in the air…”

“What did you see?” he repeated.

“Everything. Your companions, I saw them all as they fought to free you from your Master’s power. I know them from the pages of history, the Blade of Frontiers, the Wizard of Waterdeep, the Daughter of Darkness. They all cared… so much.”

A wave of grief down their bond stole her breath as he cradled her cheek and brought her closer. The contact made her eyes flash open. “What else?” he whispered more in her mind than outloud.

A shaky breath, she leaned into his palm. “I heard it all, the words of the Rite, the screams of the Spawn, the scent of your old Master’s blood…”

Images of that haunting face— of glowing eyes and cruel smiles and long black hair shook her to her core. The barest flicker of hatred filled her mind, and she could almost feel the blade of a knife carving the intricate lines and whorls in her own back as the memory barreled through her.

“Stop,” she sobbed, not even realizing the depth of suffering she had shouldered. Her red eyes looked into his, brimming with tears. “I… I can’t believe you suffered so much. No wonder you wanted to hear him scream and send his soul to eternal torment. He was… horrible to you. Wicked.”

Astarion smirked, trying to hide all that unsettled him behind that desirous mask. “Am I not a little bit of a wicked master to you, my Bride?”

Lumina shook her head. “Morana couldn’t be more wrong… you weren’t evil and blind for ambition. You were… afraid. You were denied blood and power for so long. You stared down total annihilation under the Absolute. One sacrifice, and you called down revenge on your Master, received power to destroy the army of your enemy and satisfy your hunger forever.” She met his intense gaze. “I would have done the same. I wish I still could…”

Eyes flickered down to her lips, then lower to the v cut of his shirt still on her body, resting finally where its hem stopped just at the top of her thighs. “That is why I made you mine, my Bride. You and I are not so different after all. Being with you makes… makes me feel that same belonging I once shared before all… this.” He gestured to the walls around him. “After my Ascension, no one understood. I was a monster in everyone’s eyes, power hungry and wicked. So a monster I became. That was the man Morana thought I was. Only a few of my old… companions still looked at me with the understanding of who I was and what I had endured.”

His thoughts wandered to places he had long thought buried, the rush of memories stopping his now beating heart.

The cool touch of a hand pulled him back to reality, her fingers stroked his cheek. And for the first time, she breathed his first name. No titles, no fawning. Just her light voice whispering, “Astarion.”

Not for centuries had he felt so vulnerable. But then again, not for centuries had he been this close to someone… someone he could call special.

Someone he could call his Bride.

As if hearing his thoughts, Lumina shifted closer. “What does that mean for me, now that I am a Bride?”

“Not just any Bride, my sweet,” he turns, the full intensity of his gaze boring into her. “My Bride, the Bride of the Vampire Ascendant.” He inhales her scent, a little hint of rosewater yet on her skin beneath the lingering musk of sex. “There is none like you, and there never will be again.”

Lumina grinned shyly to herself, glancing out the window into the night sky. “So, the strength, the heightened senses, the day walking… how else have you corrupted me?” she taunts him, a glowing light in her eyes.

“Corrupt? Tch, hardly darling.” His fingers press under her chin, drawing her closer and closer until she was lost in the crimson of his gaze and the warm wash of his breath. “You are beautiful, and you will be beautiful forever. You will be swifter, stronger, even more of force to be reckoned with,” his voice dripped with pride, tantalizingly sweet like spun sugar. “My heart beats in your breast, my blood flows in your very veins. I have remade you in my image and likeness.” That tender touch drew her lips to his, her skin warmed with the flush of his power and life from the blood she had drunk. “You were made to kneel in worship at my feet. Make no mistake,” he rasped, voice thickened with lust and something darker, “you are made to be my servant, and I…” He trailed off, angling back to lock her in his gaze, “I am now made to be yours.”

The mattress rose as he slid from it, his lean, corded body nestling between her thighs. He knelt for her, the Vampire Ascendant groveling at his Bride’s feet. Warm and reverent, his touch guided her to the edge of the bed, one hand pulling the black silk of his own stolen shirt from her lithe, pale torso. Hungry, possessive, his eyes locked on her pert breasts, the perfect height for him. A lick on his lips, and he leaned in, a thumb teasing one nipple to pebble-like hardness while his mouth sucked and swirled the other. “Mine,” he growled, the pink flesh of her nipple gently pinched between his teeth. “Mine for eternity,” another rumbling claim tickled her flesh before he sank his fangs deep into that sensitive mound.

A cry tore through her throat, lanced with pain at first, a sharpness that quickly melted as he suckled from her. His tongue worked the blood from the bite marks, his mouth devouring her nipple until it couldn’t harden more. Mewling, she clutched into the shoulder-length tendrils of his hair. Gathering them in her hands, she dared to do something, an impudent grin on her face…

…she yanked him off her by the hair. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, a wild light in his eyes as he knelt between her thighs. “What do you wish for me to do, my lady?” he purred, supplication coloring each syllable.

Lumina’s gut dropped to her knees, his ruinous body pressed against her thighs and her cunt, his skilled, dexterous fingers teased the skin of her back in ways that stopped her undead heart. He was… hers—her Sire, and she was his Bride. “M-Master…” she stuttered, only to have the word stifled on the tip of her tongue by his lips.

“Right now, you are my Mistress, my Bride, and I am here to please,” the words are grounded out, thick with lust. The depth of his need for her smacks into her chest, a wave of pure desire down their bond. With the next breath, those lips and tongue dive for her cunt as he spreads her out. Wet slurps, husky growls, she can almost hear the sounds of his pleasure inside her chest. It’s all she can do to hold on to the long strands of his silver curls lest they be caught in the onslaught of his pleasure.

Pitiful and indulgent whines poured out of her throat. Her nails dig into his scalp, woven through his long thick curls. Scoring their touch up her thighs, his fingers dragged their heat higher until he gripped into her ass firmly, pulling her flush against his face as he ate. The bed beneath was soaked, spit and arousal dampening it. Ruining it. But Lumina only laughed, reveling in the mess he was making of her. Sweat gathered on her brow, her mouth watering and eyes tearing as her orgasm coiled in her belly.

“M…M… Mas…”

He pulled away, cum stuck in strands on his face as he bared his teeth. “Say it,” he ground out. “Say my name, not my title, Little Light.”

Her breasts heaved as she looked down at him, heart pounding against her ribs. “Astarion,” she breathed, his name a beautiful incantation on her lips.

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, crawling to cover her on the bed with predatory grace, each movement of his arms, his legs, calculated to push her down and spread her open. “Say it again,” his voice scoring like gravel in his throat. “Say my name once more…”

Lumina bit her bottom lip, entranced as she watched one hand free his beautiful cock from the band of his trousers. She could feel the dark delight twisting his lips as he gave his length a few teasing, lazy pumps. Gripping her leg, he lifted it up, resting it on his shoulder, his cock gliding in effortlessly. Soaked for him, she sighed his name as he lowered his body, his mouth brushing hers with teasing kisses, coaxing the sounds and words from her mouth he so desired.

His name peeled out from her lips over and over again, the syllables of his name each filled with longing and devotion… with love. He would devour every sound she made, lips and tongue and fangs dancing with every movement of her mouth. He swallowed every sigh, consumed each moan. Gods, did he feel… alive. Bound to another soul in ways he had not felt for centuries.

Every undulation of his hips drew her closer, every rock of her body in his arms united them heart and soul until there would be no delineation. No separation.

Only her absorbed into his very being, and him lost in the depths of her love.

“Come for me, my Bride,” he gave a husky, low growl against her lips, her breath ragged as she struggled for air. “Tell me, show me how satisfied I make you feel…” One more thrust to bottom out inside her, and she screamed, her spine curling into his chest, her fangs sinking into her own lips with the force of her climax.

He wanted to fight the pull of his own orgasm, wanted to keep himself on the edge until he made her unravel over and over again, but she was too warm. Too tight.

Too all consuming as her walls fluttered and squeezed his cock.

A groan tore from his throat as he slammed into her, haphazardly and forceful. A swallowed snarl, and he spilled into her, shuddering as his cock twitched pump after pump of his cum until he was spent. Hungry, aching, he captured her bleeding lips, licking and suckling her essence as it welled from her wounds. “Perfect,” he crooned as he sucked, “you deserve every good thing I can grant you, my love. We’ll have a party, a ball, a grand affair to show the realms the woman at my side.” He pulled back, pinning that adoring and intense stare on her flushing face. Cheeks flushed from his blood in her belly, skin glistened with sweat and blood drops, all the marks of his possession. “The world will stir to behold your beauty.”

Lumina bit her swollen lip, eyes lowered in coyness. “My lord, I’m just an urchin… a servant and slave, I don’t need…”

Warm fingers clutched around her chin, his strength pinching her flesh as the force of his emotions flooded into her heart.

“Nonsense,” he purred, outwardly controlled as inwardly he bristled in annoyance at her lack of self worth. “You know my past now, you should know origins do not define greatness.” His gaze roamed over the gentle curves of her face and her bright, attentive eyes. “You are my Consort, my Queen, my Bride. All will hail you as such.”

One little blonde brow arched wryly. “Even Morana?” A tone of twisted delight, of victory, echoed in her words.

“Of course,” Astarion preened, thumb tracing the blush on her cheek. “So long as she is my Spawn, she will obey me. She can do you no harm, no matter what pretentious, ambitious drivel she spouts.”

Lumina fell into an uneasy silence as he pulled out from her, resting his head on the pillow of her breast. His voice became a drone in the background of her thoughts, his need to share every idea that crossed his mind about the details of her ball would not abate. He just wouldn’t stop discussing every little thought of his; for a man who proclaimed himself as a poor planner, he certainly held many varied opinions on food and decor and music and dress.

It was just din as her mind spun, meaningless words she nodded along to as her own thoughts consumed her. Thoughts she kept deep in her heart, in the shadows of her own past. She guarded them from him, those past visions of her own suffering and torture as a slave. Despite the warm, comforting weight of his body nestled on hers, the ghosts of lashings and burns, of cruel hands and lascivious patrons seemed to crawl over her flesh.

As Astarion nodded off into a peaceful trance in her arms, Lumina kept vigil, mulling over his past and hers.

She turned it over in her mind again and again… until she knew one more thing would need to be done for her to finally feel worthy of his love and the incomparable value he put on her worthless existence.

Same as him, she would find freedom, she would have blood…

Revenge, she could do.

A/N: Who hates Morana? And who thinks alumina is about to get into heaps of trouble?

Also, what kind of wife/bride would she be if she didn’t pretend to listen to her husband as he went on and on about something 😅

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 4 TEAR DROP vs. BACKDRAFT

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for TEAR DROP:

"yuno kashiki enthusiast here anyways tear drop propaganda WE BALL

let's start off with the lyrics! holy fuck, i'm so glad yuno finally got to say what she's wanted to say!!

and she fully shows the fact that she does compensated dating through the lyrics ("the wanted wanting the wanted")

and even if it sounds like she's scolding the audience for the song, she's also scolding her clients! they only perceive her as a certain type of character and deciding that's all she is. She's upset that we decided based on how "naïve" she looked instead of her actual crime (to be honest, I could write a whole analysis into why her murder is perfect for her character anywa) and she doesn't care what will happen to her, she needs her opinions heard

also kinda rap section?? banger fr

THE VISUALS!! GOOD LORD THE VISUALS!!! THEY ARE SO BANGER!!! they're really pretty and gosh i literally don't know what to say, the scene where vampire is in the background and it transitions to yuno sitting on her bed... the pink tinted glasses (YES FUCK I LOVE THAT MAN!!!!) THE COAT!! THOSE INBETWREN SCENES i'm obbing

AND THE INSTRUMENTAL!! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU ALL LISTEN TO THE INSTRUMRNTAL OF HER SONG THERES SO MANY SMALL DETAILS!! SIRENS, TEAR DROPS RAHHH THE CLAPS/CLICKING TJE TECHNO PIANO GUITAR??? THE INSTRIMENTS I CANT NAME I THINK THEY ALL HAVE SOME READON OF BEING IN THE SONG AND I WILL FIND OUT IN AN ANAKYSIS POST I JUDT LOVE IT AUEUEU

literally tear drop is the banger ever i listen to this shit religiously thank you for listening to my tear drop propaganda"

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-Yuno’s voice. Enough said. -The imagery in the MV is brilliantly used, and doesn’t shy away from the horrors of Yuno’s line of work. -Vampire cameo!!! -Almost Lo-Fi vibes to the instrumental?? I can’t really explain it but it’s a vibe and I’m 100% here for it,

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"For teardrop: The pink aesthetic in the MV as a whole makes it super nice to look at :D"

Propaganda for BACKDRAFT:

"Backdraft may be a minute shorter than Bring It On, but it’s still over three minutes long, and it makes up for the lost minute with a complex form. The “Pressure! Pressure!” might be the only part that truly repeats.

At the beginning, Fuuta is showing off, acting cool. Then the music slows down as he ponders his verdict. Then the music picks up the pace again and gets more and more frantic as the consequences of his actions catch up to him.

See that structure in the three distinct verses that sound nothing like anything else in the song: cool, contemplative, and “oh no, what have I done”.

The “chorus” (burn burn!) never stays the same. You’ve got the “cool” first chorus. Then you have the muted second chorus as it sinks in that Fuuta’s victim was a middle-school girl, which leads into the tense final chorus (which is twice as long as the first) as the victim and Fuuta both burn.

The instrumental and the spoken-word from the beginning combine in the end, changing the mood of the stanza from confident and showy to panicked and desperate.

And the words… You can hear the wordplay in the last stanza, even if you don’t understand it.

Appreciate this chaotic masterpiece of a song."

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- Fuuta being very cocky at first before realizing how fucked he is (it is kinda funny) - The use of spray cans and overall graffiti symbolism, it’s so good - The multiple eyes and people off camera showing how paranoid Fuuta has become, it’s really well done without being obvious - The name backdraft meaning when a fire deprived of oxygen gets a sudden influx of it. A kind of metaphor for what Fuuta did. Then it being shown through a spray can explosion, aaaa it’s really cool! - Fuuta’s overall look changing, being more realistic on how he actually looks contrasting Bring It On’s idealistic version of himself - Es at the end!! The only time Es shows up in a prisoner’s MV!!! And they looks so damn cool - Also the entire eye thing referencing the audience, he perceives us lmfao

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"Back draft is incredible because it not only has great visual symbolism with the use of the spray cans but its visual symbolism shows a progression from ‘Bring it on’. In ‘Bring it on’ the channelling is glorious , fuuta is surrounded by people and fuuta idealised himself (taller , better teeth , better posture ect) , the people he cancelled were portrayed as these powerful rpg monsters but now in back now the channelling is portrayed as vandalism a crime as destructive , the ally is empty we only ever see others as hands or his victim fuuta is alone and fuuta is no longer idealising his appearance and his mind is now portraying his victim as a harmless cutesy drawing. This shows a change in how fuuta views his crime between T1 and T2. It wasn’t glorious, it wasn't justified , he was at fault. The fire being recontextsied as something out of control , all consuming and out of control which is the opposite of how it was portrayed in ‘Bring it on’ we really see how the vote has changed fuuta."

"There are so many things in the song that show a progression "

-“ deliciously scorched till your mouth waters” > “I don’t want any more”

-fuuta spray paints the camera hen as the end es spray paints him/the camera

-the pressure graffiti changing

"There’s so many interesting details like the applause towards the start of the song , the personality in the subtitles like them going from “Burn , burn!” To “burn , burn?” But the pressure’s punctuation mark stayed the same:   “pressure , pressure!” , the way FIRE is the only word in full caps till LIES. The thumbs down fuuta does during “the fights up here! Come up to the ring and face me!” Part which is like his T1 art , the way the lighting changes from green towards the start and becomes red by the end (stop go colours) , The way fuuta is constantly interacting with the camera , spray painting it twice and kicking it."

"Backdraft actually makes amazing use of the camera , things are often shown from the (camera)audience’s perspective rather than us seeing the events removed. We are there like we are the ones doing it/looking through the eyes of the person doing it. When fuuta/the others spray paint the graffiti of his victim and the ice gorilla it's from the audience’s perspective , we don’t see them do it, we see it like we are doing it. When the spraypaint can explodes it's like it’s exploding in our face and then when es spray paints fuuta at the end they are spray painting the camera(audience). "

"Backdraft makes the most references to the voting system and uses it well to make the audience re-examine if they really are any different. Aren’t we using little information and inferences to hold people accountable for crimes we have no stake in? Aren’t we causing unintended harm? Aren’t we judging them from the safety of our screens? "

"And on a more silly level"

-ARTHUR CONANT GOES SO HARD IN THE VOCALS!!!! COME ON LISTEN TO BURN BURN AND TELL ME THIS MAN ISN’T GIVING IT HIS ALL!

-cat mouth fuuta :3 how can you not love cat mouth fuuta?

-lowpolydog designed amazing graffiti 

[corpsebasil]

The Tent Scene

knight Nikolai and knight reader au

if you know you know. if you don’t read this.

dear GOOOOD

So The Tent Scene.

Like, the night that Sir Nikolai screws your brain out for the first time.

You’ve been circling each other for WEEKS during this campaign. Little touches there, lots of lingering stares, the way he absolutely eye-fucks you when you walk out for training in the morning and you’re wearing your skin-tight gods-damned training pants and a long-sleeve? You aren’t wearing armor so he can see every inch of you?

Dear lord so.

One night things went a littttle too far. You’d been sitting next to him around the campfire a bit of a distance away from the other knights, everyone laughing and boozing it up, happy to have a night off for once, when you felt his pinkie graze your thigh.

Just barely.

But when you sucked in your breath he fucking noticed. That bastard smirked and didn’t even look at you before his hand moved further, palm resting on your upper thigh. Fingers tightening when your breathing increased and you turned your head a fraction towards him.

When someone asked a question he stopped instantly, and WHY IS HE SO CALM AND CASUAL LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED HUH? YOU CANT EVEN ANSWER BECAUSE YOUR HEART IS RACING AND YOUR SKIN IS HOT AND YOU JUST WANT HIM TO **** *** **** *** ** ***.

So that night you’re heading to your tent, moving inside when you hear footsteps and then he’s there, your Captain, raising his eyebrows at you. You don’t talk—you don’t have to. Wordlessly you let him inside, glancing around before closing the flap.

Now, knights of your status have large tents. Large enough to stand up in. (Imagine the Grisha tents from the show. Like Zoya’s? That’s what yours looks like because duh, youre second in command.)

But the moment the flap shuts he’s grabbing your face and kisses you like his life depends on it, earning an obscene noise from you. AND THEN he’s moving the both of you backwards until you reach your makeshift bed and pressing his entire body against yours aND— AND—

Oh my god you’ve never been fucked so good before.

Like before he even went inside you he’d gone down on you more than once. He’s a menace I swear to god. Sir Nikolai is a munch do NOT argue with me.

And afterwards you hear a voice clear outside the tent and you both jump; it’s Sir Dominik, the knight on watch, and he just speaks very tired words that make your face red but make Nikolai grin. Like, a wicked ass grin. He’s smug about it, Jesus Christ.

“Can you two keep it down please? I’m trying to keep us safe out here.”

HAHHA

[manias-wordcount]

HIII i really love your writing!! and i was wondering if you’d be able to write smut of royalty!lisa minci (genshin impact) x servant!afab reader? maybe with a teeny bit of angst…

NO WORRIES IF U CANT i completely understand!!

When the Lord Steps Away (Lisa Minci x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆-𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 (𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮) 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲! 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿/𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽-𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You haven’t seen Lord Minci around the estate in a while.

In fact, it has been a long, long time since you’ve last seen him. And even now, you’re having trouble recalling what he looks like despite the fact that you’ve been working with this family for so long. But Lady Minci started telling you to call her Lady Lisa. And that as Lady Lisa’s most faithful and most obedient servant, you didn’t have to worry about silly things about where has her husband gone or answering to anyone else who holds a title above you.

  No, you just need to be able to lift your skirt and spread your legs whenever she asks. Just like she taught you. 

  She tells you that you don’t need to worry about the other maids and servants and butlers too. She tells you that they’re just jealous. Envious even. Of your beauty. Of your grace. Of the attention that she spares towards you. She tells you to ignore their whispers and glances. She tells you to avoid speaking to them. To avoid talking to them. And for the most part, you listen. Because why would Lady Lisa lie to you? Why would Lady Lisa try to hurt you? She wouldn’t. At least, you don't think she would. Now if you can just figure out why everyone’s eyes turn so sad when they look towards you. If you could just figure out why…

  But to you, it’s no matter. At least, Lady Lisa makes it so that it doesn’t matter. After all, she’s very kind to you. She smiles at you so gently. And she feeds you good food. She brushes your hair with pretty brushes. And she dresses you in fabulous clothes too. The ones that you see in those fancy shop mirrors on the days you’re sent to the market. The ones with the expensive fabrics and jewels and gems sewn in. The ones that glitter and shine in both the sun and the moonlight. And Lady Lisa tells you that you look so beautiful in them. That you look absolutely gorgeous. 

  She tells you those same exact words when she takes them off you and sits you down on the hard thing that stands up in her lap. The makes your breathing unsteady and parts your legs in a way that’s unladylike- even for someone of your status. But Lady Lisa says it’s okay as long as you do this for her and her alone. 

  So you do.

  This time it was a purple dress. It had frills and lace and a low, low neckline. The type of neckline that made you feel like one of those ladies of the night. One of the ladies who you know all the lords fall for. The ladies who are always at the center of a big, big scandal. You giggled as spun in the mirror for her, letting the dress fan out around you. And Lady Lisa said you looked so, so pretty when you smiled like that. And so you smiled even harder at the compliment, waiting patiently for instructions as she walked up to take off your dress. But instructions never came. 

  Because somewhere in her attempt to pull the dress off of you, she started pulling the dress down on you. Enough to expose your bosom to the cold air of this spare bedroom. But Lady Lisa said that was fine. She had even asked you if your bosom had grown since the last time she had dressed you. You shyly answered that you didn’t know, but as reached out to hold and grab and play with your chest, she said that she could have sworn that you’d gotten bigger, but there was only one way for her to know for certain. And when you asked what that way was, she didn’t respond. 

  She just leans down in front of you, took off your nipples between her lips, and sucked. 

  Oh, how you squirmed and squealed! Lady Lisa’s tongue always felt weird against your body. She always moved it so strongly- so boldly. And always on the most intimate parts of your body. You remember when she dragged it up on down across your torso. You remember when she pushed it into your mouth as she captured your lips in a heated kiss. You even remember the time that she decided to push her tongue past your lower lips. How she got mad whenever you’d try to move your weight off of her face. And how happy she was when you sprayed that clear liquid everywhere- including her face, her clothes, and those brand-new sheets on the bed she had you on. You apologize so, so many times. She only asked if you could try to do that again for her.

  But now, it’s not her tongue pressing past your lower lips. Rather it’s her fingers this time. They snuck down your body while your attention was captured by the way she suckled at your breast. But now your mind is jumping back and forth and up and down between the sensation of your nipple being sucked on and covered with slick, slick spit and the loud, loud noises that your most intimate parts make as Lady Lisa takes two of her fingers and curls them deep inside of you. And after a while, you start finding it hard to stand still as she makes your hips shift and move and jerk in that way only she knows how. You also start finding it hard to think as she pulls soft gasp after gasp from your lips. And soon enough- that odd feeling starts to grow inside you. That tightening cord. That deepening pit. It starts to grow. It starts to become too much.

  But suddenly, she stops. 

  It’s instinctual how you whine at the loss of pleasure. But Lady Lisa pays you no mind she pulls her fingers out of you and releases your now-sensitive nipple from her mouth. Instead, she just stands to her full height and gives you one of those gentle, gentle smiles before she starts to pull off her own dress. And sure enough, the familiar little toy is there. Standing loud and proud between her legs- held up by the harness that wraps around her hips and bottom. 

  At the sight of it, you swallow nervously. But you don’t need to say much as she takes you by the hips and guides you onto the bed. In fact, you know you don’t need to say anything to her at all. You just let her lead you to bed and let her lay you down. And she hovers above you for a moment. She leans down and kisses your lips. Letting her tongue slide against your bottom lip a few times before deepening it even further. And when she’s had enough of your lips, she moves down. Pressing her mouth against your cheek and your jaw and your chin and your neck. Once again, her hands move up to your bosom. And this time, she starts massaging your breasts and her lips make their way down the valley between your breasts. And then all the way down your stomach. And to the top of your mound. Before place a few lingering ones against that extra sensitive little button you hide between your legs. 

  But before you know it, she’s standing up again. Pulling you to the edge of the bed as she instructs you to spread your legs just a teensy bit wider for her. And your breath starts to hitch as she takes a step closer, and runs that hard, hard thing against your wet slit. Coating it with your love juices, as she calls them. 

  At the sound of your sharp breath, Lady Lisa spares you a glance. Her eyes were bright, and her gaze was electric. And that gentle smile of hers and an underlying emotion. One that you’re not sure of what you should call it. But one that reminds you all you need to is relax and not tighten up so much now that Lady Lisa is sliding that thing inside of your eager little hole and filling you up so nicely. One that reminds you that she likes it when you squeal and squirm and cry out when she starts to snap her hips all rough and fast inside of you. That she really likes it a lot. But most of all? It’s one that reminds you all you need is Lady Lisa in the end. 

  And all she needs is you and that pretty little body of yours too.

[eclipsewarrior101]

The Truest gift

a one shot for my The Last Lord in Black au i am working on.

Basically Wiggly loses his brothers to PEIP and the CCRP and he goes on a rampage and rules Hatchetfield plunging it in an apocalypse. after 3 years of this Hannah and some unlikely allies will try to discover the truth of this madness

thank you to @starpirateee for the help on this

Warning: this will contain mention of blood and death. talk about mourning and unhealthy mental states after loss and violence.

The black was darker than Hannah thought it was. Webby had told her of this place. Of how it once had many echos of colors and laughter. But this….all you saw was a dim green lights and the echos of gloom. She looked around trying to find the master of this madness. As she moved around she heard the sounds of giggles and saw the wiggly dolls moving around and watching her. They were keeping an eye on her as she walked deeper in the black. 

Then she heard a voice grow out “ WHO IS HERE” she jumps and she looks up to see an imposing sight. Sitting on a throne of stone and covered in tentacles and fur was the all powerful Wiggly. He sat tall with a cruel expression on his face, but no playful smile. That spark he had once was long gone. He wore his usual green but it had been altered to look more scary. His new green robe that looked like the violent ocean was covered with a green moving tentacles that acted like ocean waves for him and moved around. Each had a hue of blood on them. His face was scarred with old wounds but he refused to let them ever bring him down. His crown had different gems on them that were the colors of pink, purple, yellow and blue. He watches Hannah with a look of disdain and anger. Who the hell was she to come here.  The whole room was surrounded by violent moving tentacles waiting to strike. They reflected their masters mood. 

“ what do you want….girl” his once childlike voice was long dead. It was replaced with a true hatred for humanity. A spark that died. Hannah hoped it wasn’t truly dead.

Hannah spoke, no fear in her voice. 

“ I…I’ve come to talk to you. What your doing isn’t right. What happened wasn’t-“ 

He interrupted her with a loud voice full of pure rage

“ IM GIVING THIS FUCKING TOWN THE PUNISHMENT THEY DESERVE. DON'T YOU DARE ACT ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY”

His eyes glowed with a very dark green hue. His tentacles moved around like the ocean was angry. Hannah should be afraid….but she wasn’t. She knew he was just acting out. 

“ I know your angry. I know  what it’s like to lose someone close- ”

Immediately wigglys eyes narrowed as he stood and with the speed of light was infront of her anf threw his tentacles at Hannah and slammed her into the ground a few feet away from him, growling with hatred and rage. 

“ HOW DARE YOU. YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME OR MY FEELINGS YOU STUID GIRL!!!!!” He said with a rage no ones ever seen before. But behind that rage Hannah knew in his eyes he was fighting to hide his emotions. He was trying to hide his sadness with wrath, wrath that was honestly valid. 

“Go home human…leave or die”

He was about to turn around to go back to sitting down when he heard a voice say 

“No. you've been alone for long enough” 

he turned to see Hannah getting up with a determined look in her eyes that even unnerved him, but he hid it under his frown as she stood up and said with a voice that boomed despite being a human

“ Your gonna listen to me and listen good.  I know why your doing this. I know your hurting. I cant say that i understand your pain but i can say that your feelings are valid. What happened to you wasn't fair.  For as evil as you and your brothers were….no one deserves to see their family die. No one deserves to feel helpless to save those they care about. And i know im just a mere human….but i am sorry. You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did. And neither did your brothers.”

Wiggly listened and his eyes widened…he…why was he shaking. He tried to hide it and get angry and attack her again, but her words hurt him, because they were true. He had no idea he had been crying until he felt the wet tears start to fall. He hated it. 

“s-Stop….SHUT UP’ he says trying to hide his tears as he fights to forget the memories of that horrible day. But he cant stop the screams in his head, the images of them…dead, bloody and broken from the torture. He starts to hyperventilate as hes fighting his head and heart to stop the memories. 

“ SHUT UP!!!!!! Stop stop stop. Don't want to remember, don't want to remember. Shut up shut up. GET OUT!!!!! I WILL KILL YOU” he screams in anger as his tentacles attack hannah but she dodges and doesn't fight back. This is what Wiggly needed. He needed to truly let all his emotions out.  He attacks everything around him and in his frustrations he misses Hannah every time. He just goes on a frenzy and after this he falls to his knees in a ruined room and he starts to break. After she knows its safe Hannah walks up and drop a bag at his feet only saying 

“These belong to you. I cant stop you from ruling Hatchetfield….but i can at least give you some form of closure”

He looks at her funny and opens the bag and his heart stops. No….how..was this. Inside was a items he hadn't seen in 5 years. Tinkys box, Blinkys glasses, Pokey’s mask and Nibbly’s hat. No…it couldnt be. He had lost these when those wretched humans killed them…how did she.

“They were locked away in the labs archives. I know their bodies cant be brought home, but They deserved to be brought back to the black. At leat you and the black have a piece of them back” Hannah says with a voice of sympathy and compassion.

Wiggly was shaking and tears had began to fall again. He began to laugh in a bitter psychotic laugh but it soon became sobs of mourning. The memories came back to him as the black felt a little brighter. The items seem to bring a long longing light back to the black. Hannah let Wiggly cry. His wiggly dolls came out from the black and huddled around their master and hugged him. The tentacles became less long and more calm. Hannah smiled. She knows this wont stop wiggly from ruling Hatchetfield. No that wasn't her goal. She wanted to give Wiggly the one thing no human bothered to….

A chance to truly mourn and a chance to be at peace.

[ariathelamia]

Speed running learning about myself?

So i ended up starting questioning if i might be plural... which... i won't go into it in THIS post particular because that would be a lot to talk about in just one post.... so i start with the other two things i figured out about myself and was already kind of able to confirm? not through a psychologist but through doing those online tests for one.. and then having a talk with friends and suddenly hit with "Wait we thought you knew!?"

So because of me asking in a very long message on another page (idk if i am allowed to mention where but its round.. and reddish.. and white as a logo...) I was told by some that, it didnt sound much like plurality.. more like adhd... another said yeah it does sound like their pre-plurality phase... but also adhd... so i ended up taking an adhd test.... turns out the results came back as "Highly consistent with ADHD"... while i do know that these self tests are not really made to self diagnose but rather give you an idea you might have it and talk to your therapist, which i am definitely going to do... (this will be an interesting next session)... But some of the things really resonated strongly.. like when i sit still for some time, and have nothing to do stimulate me enough... i end up bopping my legs quickly up and down, or open and close my legs/bop my head to a song that pops up in my head... or i end up walking around the house a lot which... all of these things were very often pointed out by my mom that she HATES when i do that, and keeps telling me to stop, only for me to do it again shortly after... And the other thing i super strongly resonated with in those tests, was the statement "I often miss what is being said to me in conversations" which... lord this happened to me like 3 times already just when typing out the message while also talking to people in a discord call if i am not absolutely focused on the conversation, and to literally any small task, like writing something down, or just scrolling through pictures... I totally tune out conversations... The amount of times i played video games with friends while talking, and i just suddenly hear the sentence "Good she didn't hear" or "oh i think she is not there... Nah she is moving?" is LUDICROUS. So yeah... i could see myself definitely being diagnosed with it from my therapist... So i brought that result to some close friends of mine in a call and told them about it... and got hit with the sentence "Well, at least now you know you got the full package of ADHD and Autism!" My reply was "... i don't have autism?" Which was immediately hit my multiple people going: " Aria?... Aria...." and "I thought you knew!?" (disclaimer: My thought about what autism was is probably really skewed by the show "the good doctor"... which is probably a very extreme version of autism.. or something else mixed in?) Which, i asked them to elaborate.. they took a few moments to collect their thoughts and started listing some things which i could right away relate to several occasions or mannerisms of mine, which i never really thought about... here is a list of things that were brought up.. Sensitivity to sounds: During new years, when out with the family and throwing firecrackers, I am not able to function properly, when i know one of those dynamite shaped ones... or square ones, is about to go off, like i cant look away from where they are thrown, and if i notice one about to go off, i have to hold my ears shut or put in headphones.. Fast opening zippers: No, just no, i have to open my jacket or backpack slowly, cause that sound just makes me shiver. I had to stop playing the game 7 days to die, which otherwise was super enjoyable to me, simply because i just couldn't take the inventory opening sound anymore. Silverware: When emptying the dishwasher... i have to take out the silverware and sort it in slowly one my one, because the clinkering sound makes me start breathing very heavily through my mouth to the point where i am uncontrollably blowing air... and when my mom was in a bit of a hurry and started "helping me" by picking them up fast and putting them in the drawer... i physically cringed away from it with my entire body. Texture Sensitivty

Silk: Don't try getting me into anything silky... i hate it i hate it i hate it. It's itchy, it's scratchy, and i hate how it feels running my fingernails across it... Silk bedsheets are a torture device.. Those holographic cards that change when you turn them? running my fingers across them is disgusting... and hearing someone rubbing their finger nails across them is giving me a physical reaction.. as if they are making ME do that... it's also the sound that just sounds like high pitched sipper sounds!? just like times 10... I also struggle a bit with social queues... like some situations in Roleplays confuse the hell out of me, and that shows in my characters reaction at times where i got the "what the f*ck you on about?" response... Also when i do talk with people in real life, i end up just staring off into the room, and not to the person.... i do look at them from time to time to make sure they know its them i am talking to.. but that never lasts for long before i stare off in the room again because i get very uncomfortable when looking at people and talk/open up to them... i fidget with my fingers, rub my thighs... laugh nervously even if it's a serious topic or i am close to crying... just to lift a bit of that awkward feeling... Or when people open up to me! I do love to lend a ear because i know how much it helps to just have someone listen to you! but when it comes to helping them i usually am hit with the realization that... i just don't know how to deal with that situation... idk what i could say or do a lot of the times.. So yeah... that was my day today... lots of realizations and topics to talk to my therapist about... but I'm happy to finally put a name to my weird actions! Cause before i always thought i was just... different but never knew what made me different. Thank you for your time! (idk how to end this post so... sorry it ends so abruptly...)

[lord-shitbox]

ok kicks clutter out of the way and sits down with a notebook. i gotta figure out more bite's vampire dad semantics. mutuals very welcome to chime in

vampirism lore notes:

i could see turning someone into a vampire as something you do to a trusted friend or partner.. aw fuck ive gotta outline if people are born as vampires or not. the worldbuilding catches me again. shelving that for later

i do want there to be uneven power dynamics in siring for Bite's case specifically because yada yada young adult vs parent angst we've all been there. maybe something about the origin of vampirism lends it to uneven power dynamics but in modern society its typically looked down on to lord that power over others without good reason? specific laws about it so courts can rule that it's unjust for someone to be doing that if they're abusing the power, like domestic violence cases..

in that case I think a vampire parent would have legal precedent for maintaining sire power over their child but is generally obligated to "free" their dependent by relinquishing the power they hold over them and giving them control over themselves when they're 18 or so.

Bite lore notes:

Bite's birth parents are not part of the relevant picture at all and he's not too torn up about it. he would've been turned & taken in by his vampire father as a child...he's basically his adoptive father but with an extra tangible power difference because of the vampire siring part.

New angle of discussion.

Sire power: Bite's father can control how quickly he ages, because vampires can just do that for themselves if they have enough blood to feed on (a Lot of it) & could definitely force him to freeze on the spot n shit like that without touching him. Bite hates that shit. he can't control or have a say about what happens to his own body so of course hes balls to the walls touchy about his personal space. like a cornered animal

Bite's vdad wants him to stay small forever & refuses to let him grow old -> bite never gets old enough to legally obtain his own autonomy -> cornered desperate animal mentality

of course. given enough time and legal documentation he could definitely make a legal case that his vfather has been forcing him to stay a child for well over the time hes supposed to have been an adult by now & have his autonomy handed to him by legal means. but that takes Time and Legal Documentation. and if his vdad destroys his birth certificate and all other records of his birth who's going to believe him?

somebody will, Given Enough Time, but trans allegory "holy fuck i dont want to wait several years until i can choose what to do to my own body" hes going fucking crazy.

SO: he kills his dad

except he can't, because of the stupid vampire siring thing. he can't kill his vampire sire. he can get reaaaallllll fucking close but no matter what he does he's going to HAVE to get someone else to finish the job for him.

if he destroys his dad's body thoroughly enough his dad loses his control over him tho! yay! he gets to physically be as old as he should be as long as he remembers to destroy his dad's living corpse every time it starts forming enough to start exerting control over him again

He does this for a good couple years at least & he's better but he's also incredibly Stuck now. if he lets his dad reform he's going to be back to square one and who knows what his dad will do to him in return? he's kept him on the absolute brink of death for several years theres no fucking way he's gonna be happy with him about that. He needs to find someone who's willing to kill his dad & not tell the cops about what he's done because there's no way hes not going to jail or worse.

These are the circumstances he's under when he comes across Bark & this is why he keeps asking Bark if he'd kill someone for him (like would you love me if i was a worm except worse because hes worse). also this is where IM stuck cos i cant decide how to end it

Either Bite's vdad relinquishes control to him or Bite's vdad is killed. there has to be some end to the cycle he's stuck in

His dad relinquishing control feels..incredibly anticlimactic but is also realistic to my experience. could not stand my dad but he gave up on micromanaging me and now we're chilling. i think theres definitely something about parent/child relationships that are extremely combative in teen years but then end up reconciling later when the kid has grown up some more & the parent has realized they're their own person and not some toy

Bark could kill Bite's dad. this is a good quandary for him because he does not want to hurt anyone but also comes to understand Bite's situation and realizes the reason Bite is such an awful individual to deal with is because he's got this shitshow of a cloud hanging over his head all the time. Plus Bark's also like. definitely hurting people because he's refusing to deal with his own shit. even though he doesnt mean to. atp what's one more

third secret option Bite manages to kill his dad himself. this would go extremely awfully for him im sure it would damage him extensively and also would not help his isolationist "im the only one that can save myself" problems in the slightest. but he would have a GREAT cry in Bark's arms about it. i could make him do that anytime though now that i think about it. hehehe (the haver of thoughts)

SO. thats all that. Maybe if I squint at Bark's set of problems and figure out how he gets fixed by the end this half will just knit itself together nicely when im not looking. such is the life. anyone who read and processed all 900 of those words is entitled to compensation ill doodle you something tbh. what do yuou guys think

[munsonology]

Sav idk if u are into this and idk if I am like

I cant really think straight to be honest. Its pathetic I'm pathetic. I just got edged by my vibrator fucking dying and I had to wait for it to charge some and I was too eager and it died on me AGAIN.

So I waited. I was good. I waited and I was able to use the vibe again. And I was a little keyed up duh but I was coming down and for some reason the thought of Eddie came into my mind. Him sitting there laughing all condescending because I wanted the vibe so bad. Him saying he's got you and good girl and 💀 I came so hard and now im dropped i cant I feel all small and warm. Im a lil fuzzy and idk how im coherent enough to type this like I am obviously thinking but im also not? Anyways I'm a lil sad now Eddie isnt here because I really want to cuddle someone (and want to get railed by his big dick)

Oh my word 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ummm that’s the best section on the hub! Those verified couples are doing the lords work 👀 Eddie would deliberately unplug your vibrator so you only get half a charge then watch as you struggle to cum when the battery dies!

Idk if you’ve seen true lies (the movie not the show) and the scene where Arnold makes Jamie do that strip tease! Imagine Eddie sits in the dark watching you touch yourself and giving you direction 🥵 telling you when to use your toys and for how long oh my god 😭 I watched that movie way too young maybe that’s why I’m me lol

Eddie loves the desperation you have, not caring that you’re humiliating yourself in front of him, he wants to see you beg for release, no matter if he makes you cum or if he tells you to by your own hand. Ooh imagine if he guides your hands 😭 good grief!!!!!

[indigo474]

Dry January- Day 6-

Today i felt.. today my mind felt heavy. thinking about the past and things that were said to me.. about me. lies. he was wrong about me. i wish i could say fuck you to him.. fuck you for making me think there was something wrong with me.. fuck you. i can shut the door on the past. there are just somethings that will come knocking. i'm strong enough to sit with them. he was wrong about me though. he really was and i have compassion for who i use to be. i truly do. part of me thinks he knew he was wrong about me he just wanted me to believe what he was telling me. i am done trying to make sense out of it all.. i wish my brain would forget.. i can no longer try and make sense out of what happened. like i said i am closing the door. i'll deal with things as they come up.

Despite not feeling my best, this morning was fabulous. I sat and drank coffee and read and watched 2 squirrels play. they were so funny and played for hours- up and down the trees. i had to go outback when i was leaving for work and they were still out there. I watched them for a bit.. when they saw me they made noises and watched me. i didnt want to go to work. i wanted to build a fire and read some more and write and just be. i tried on my new sneakers and i cant wait to run in them. so excited. the most money i ever spent on shoes in my life.. but they feel so good on my feet.

THe Gita is pretty interesting. it's not an easy read. i'll probably have to read it again. we are born again and again.. our karma keeps us here in this miserable material world. seek knowledge of lord Krishna to obtain liberation- basically eternal life with Lord Krishna- who calls himself at least 20+ other names which makes things even more confusing- liberation from the material world- there is the material world, the spiritual world and there is heaven but they dont call it heaven. People have been studying the Bhagavad Gita for thousands of years.. this is my interpretation... there was a bunch written about sacrificing something to Lord Krishna to clear Karma.. from what i could gather pretty much anything can be a sacrifice.. me abstaining from porn and masturbation can be considered a sacrifice- i wonder how long it takes to break a porn addiction. i justify it because i just want to get off as quick and as easy as i can. SO yeah day 6. last night i was bargaining with myself.. i didnt do it. i dont know if i can make it a full month without masturbating.. i would like to not have to watch porn to get off.. watching porn doesnt make me feel good ,its just a means to an end, so to speak. I'm going to take pen to paper. if i want to write.. i have to write and there is something that just hits different about actual writing things on paper. depending on the weather , i may have to go to the gym tomorrow. I need to sweat. I did my stretches, push up and planks this morning. but i need to sweat. I'm going to stay the course.. keep my focus on myself.. really do things for myself that make me feel good and help me grow.

Madison has a crush on a boy and its really sweet to see. i dont know him but from what i hear he sounds like a nice person.

[au-starss]

ONLY YOU DARLING !

༄ synopsis… they all have favourite places to kiss you, these are those places

༄ characters… albedo, ayato, childe, diluc, gorou, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao, zhongli x gn!reader

༄ tags… suggestive content, fluff, kissing, making out

༄ words… n/a

༄ author’s thoughts… good afternoon everyone take this food for your hungry mouths.

albedo !

He either gives long, gentle kisses or quick pecks where he can reach

Sometimes he’s too busy to indulge in you, so forehead kisses are his way to go

But when it’s the two of you in a intimate moment, he can get carried away

Trust me though, he loves when the two of you are making out

His favourite thing to do is touch foreheads and hold his hand at your head

Albedo also loves testing new things to get different reactions when kissing

What can he say? He’s an alchemist. He’s always curious for results

ayato !

Like Albedo, Ayato is a very busy man

So he kisses wherever he can reach when he passes you

His favourite type of kiss however, is the soft ones he places on your knuckles

He’ll do it whenever he can; greeting you, lying in bed, sitting together in a meeting, even out in public

In a make-out session, he loves to hold your hands in place while kissing you

Though it cant happen as often as he likes, he’ll make the most of it when it does

Just feeling your presence when being intimate is enough for him

childe !

God he loves your neck so much

And he does not have any shame about it

He kisses your neck whenever he gets the chance

He also likes the idea that there’s some sort physical mark to show that you already belong to someone

The intimacy of it all just gets him super excited and lovestrucken

And he’s only worse when the two of you are making out

Prepare a coverup if you have anything important the next day

diluc !

Diluc is a classic man; he adores your lips

The way you two work in sync, whether its just a peck or a passionate lock, is just everything to him

When working with him at the bar, he loves to give you quick pecks whenever he passes by to serve drinks

He always kisses your lips whenever he can, no matter the place

And he goes absolutely insane when you guys are making out

His hands are all over you and he does not pull away unless its for air

He worships you and the way you bless him with your lips

gorou !

He loves to kiss you literally anywhere

Public affection gets him flustered, so a lot of what he initiates is private

In public, he’ll kiss your hand whenever you have to part ways

In private, he is all over you

He loves making out with you, moving to kiss your lips, neck, arms, hands, etc.

It’s way more when he hasn’t seen you and kissed you

Trust him to be handsy and not let you go for a while

kaeya !

He adores kissing your neck so much

He has no shame and will do it anytime

Sitting in Angel’s Share? He’s all over your neck with kisses

At an important party? Expect him to use it as a way to tell everyone to back off

And oh lord he is much worse in private

You two making out is him trailing down to your neck and going wild

The next day he will insist you show it off to everyone

kazuha !

Your knuckles are his favourite place to kiss

Occasionally, when he’s writing a haiku, he’ll randomly grab your hand and kiss your knuckles without words

And he knows it flusters you, hence why he always does it

Oh and he’s more of a menace when you guys are making out

Kazuha always holds you in place while his tongue explores your mouth

During the most intimate moments he’ll pause kissing your lips just to kiss your hand

He’s a romantic guy, what can I say?

scaramouche !

He’s so rough with any kisses on a normal day, so he loves your lips and neck

In public, when people get too cozy, he’ll roughly kiss you to get the point across that you’re his

And he loves to fluster you in a back alley with neck kisses, just to leave you alone after until you both get home

In private, he can be so different

A lot of days, he’s tired when you two make out, so he can be very gentle with you

He shows a side reserved for you, giving soft kisses and holding your head to his

But he will in fact show no mercy if you tell people he does that

thoma !

Thoma is so romantic that he can even make leg kisses loving

He’ll kiss wherever he can reach, doesn’t matter what he’s doing

His favourite though has to be forehead/head kisses

God he loves catching you off gaurd

When making out, you’ll pull back to take deep breathes

In the meantime, he’ll kiss your forehead and go back to your intense session

Regardless of the scenario, Thoma will make do with whatever he can

xiao !

He is not one for kissing in public or just in general since he’s new to it

It’s normally you giving hand kisses or quick pecs

But trust me, he can in fact get hella jealous

He won’t normally express it then and there, but at home?

He will instigate a make-out session and be rough kissing you the whole time

He will also mark your neck and chest quite a bit because he wants you to be his only

After though he’ll apologize but never once say that he was ever jealous

zhongli !

Much like Diluc, he is a classic man

He loves your lips and your hands

The way you get flustered when he parts you with a knuckle kiss or a long passionate kiss on the lips

And you bet it he loves making out with you

He’ll continuously mutter about how amazing you are with breathless kisses

Randomly, he’ll grab your arm and kiss your wrist before indulging back in you again

Your lips may be a little swollen after, but the experience is so worth it

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

hi hi im back again ~~ so i was thinking you know that joke/ question "would you still love me if i was a worm?" ok hear me out .... nnoitra, aizen, grimmjow, ulquiorra, kenpachi, and Szayelaporro have fun ~ ✾◕ ‿ ◕✾

I love this ask so much! I love the "will you love me if I were a worm" and I want to write so many people for it! More notes will be at the bottom. CW: Foul language, talking of gore and violence, talks of experimentation on people and OOC actions, Szayelaporro's part is leaning more into the toxic and unhealthy side of things so be warned

Nnoitra feat. Tesla

Honestly you're lucky he likes you so much had anyone else even tried to say something like that they wouldnt be living past it

Nnoitra is mean very mean and will tell right away that if you became a worm he would let you get crushed or eaten and not feel bad

If you want something slightly nice you need to get Tesla involved ask him if he would keep you safe as a worm and wait for Nnoitra to just need to one up him

Tesla plays along without any problems " Of course Y/N should you ever become a worm I will do my best to keep you safe until you go back to being you"

Nnoitra is not happy, not only because you seem so happy about that but also because it makes it seem like Nnoitra cant protect you

It takes nothing more for him to make a big deal about why HE would be the one to love you as fucking worm

Nnoitra seemed like he was in a good mood today after being gone for a few hours he came back boasting about the newest fight he'd won. As things were begining to calm down it seemed liked the perfect chance to ask the question I'd seen floating around the internet lately. " Hey Nnoitra" "Hmm" He glanced over " Would you still love me if I were a worm"? It's almost funny how fast his attention snaps to me " Are you being serious right now.... ya know what, doesnt matter if you were a worm I wouldnt have started loving you." " Nnoitraa thats mean" He scoffs " I bet Tesla would still care about me if I became a worm" I knew he could still hear me and I had to stifle my laugh at the obvious look of anger that comes over him. "Fine" He walks over wrapping his long arms around me " If you became a worm I would still love you but dont think I would just let something like that happen got it"? He's so easy sometimes~

Aizen

The most unamused look you've ever gotten from him, as long as you ask when he's in a good mood its just a huff and stare as he waits for you to explain further

Tell him why you want to know and understand that he needs a reason as to why you become a worm in the first if you want a good response say its because of Szayelaporro

If its captian Aizen you'll get a nice response anyway but blame Mayuri if you want to see a glimsp of the real him

Captain Aizen might say something along the lines of " You would never have to worry about my love for you fading I would simply find a way to help you"

Now if you involved the idea that someone did it to you no matter what side of him you know the reaction is far more agresssive

" If he's truly dumb enough to do something like be sure that I would not only get you back from that sad state I would make sure the pain he felt was worse then death" Now as a captain that might be more of a mumble but the real Aizen says it bluntly and its a soft as you can get from him

It's sometimes hard to believe that Aizen chose me to stand by his side to think someone like him could love, it still seems so odd. Maybe that's why I find it so fun to try and mess with him? " Oh lord Aizen! " Yes my love" He welcomes me immediately, opening his arms for me to sit with him upon the throne. " Would you still love me if I were a worm?" His warmth shields me from the cold of Las Noches, my arms draped on his shoulders and my body rests on his. " My what a strange question." He chuckles before placing a kiss to my forehead " No matter what happens my feeling for you will never waver you will always be My Love. Though should something like that ever happen I will stop at nothing to get you back and those who have crossed us shall suffer beyond what they thought possible" Thank you My King" Surrounded by warmth we bask in one another.

Grimmjow

Such a fast no. He laughs before putting his hand on your head and then gives a quick No

From here you have two choices one is just let it go asking again without a plan will just get you a rude answer back however if you want to wind him up just get pouty

Mention that Ichigo would be nicer to you or that it makes you sad to know he wouldnt care and watch him backtrack fast

" I'm not sayin I wouldnt care but.... Look I would never let you become a worm ok!"

He gets really huffy about it " Dont ask something so stupid okay"? he says with an arm wrapped around you

Will just brush it off after like you never brought it up and dont think to ask again because he will just ignore you

Grimmjow makes it so easy to tease him he gets red at the smallest hints of affection and all jumpy when it comes to being honest about his love for another perhaps that's why I wanted to ask. " Hey Grimmy would you love me if I were worm" Why would I" Hmm I should have gussed that well then time to up the ante" That's really mean Grimmjow so what you wouldnt care at all how crule" He scowls some " Hey thats not what I said" It kinda is" He pulls me to his side aggerssively nuzzling the top of my " Of course I would care if somethin happened to you but being a worm is just stupid alright….now dont pout like that." My lips meet his in a soft peck " Of course Grimmy~"

Ulquiorra

Gives it real thought and at first that seems nice but his answer wont be that kind....at first

A lot like with the others you almost have to coax a nicer answer unlike the others though its never that romantic with Ulquiorra but it can be nice-ish

Asking outright will get a blunt answer of " No. Should you become a worm I cant see why I would love you as such, however I will make sure you get back to your normal self"

He just wont care at first so a little push is needed if you want more then that and even then it wont be the sweetest thing but is much nicer

Once more blaming Szayelaporro is going to be your best choice here but not just in theory tell him it was a threat ( It probably was) and the answer in return is better as he becomes protective

" I would never allow him to do something like that to you but should that ever occur I will make sure you are well taken care of while he fixes it" While it might not be the most romatinc thing it is meaninful coming from him

Sometimes boredom is a person's worst enemy even more when you can't just leave to find something to do. In that quiet place however ideas can strike at any time and today that idea as many others before it involved Ulquiorra. Recently Szayelaporro had been talking about an experiment he'd been looking into and that was a wonderful place to start. " Ul-qui-or-ra'' Yes y/n" would you still love me if I were a worm." I hear the sigh before he looks at me " I would not, however I will make sure you are safe while the problem gets fixed" I should have guessed as much yet I couldn't help but want more " Well would you be upset? Or what if Szayelaporro turned me into a worm would that change anything?" Maybe it sounded desperate but is it wrong to want something more. " How silly" Silly? I mean sure the question is silly but my worries aren't. " If you must know, yes I think I would miss you. It becomes rather lonely when you're not here. However it's odd that you think I would even let that happen. You are under my care as my partner I will not allow any harm to come to you do you understand." Ulquiorra walked over to me resting his hand upon my head and if one looked closed enough you could see his lips curved in the smallest hint of a smile

Kenpachi feat Yachiru

Almost wont give you answer about it, wait a little and he will, it becomes an oddly sweet moment

Now its really easy to ask him as more often then not Kenpachi is happy to let you talk about or ask strange things since thats just you the best part is that Yachiru will join in on the fun

Though the question does throw him off he just shurgs it off to start after all this is a normal thing for you so he's not worried about giving you a staright answer

This is where Yachiru comes in. She also wants to know after all she know if she became a worm you and Kenny would keep her safe and Yachiru tells you she plans to make sure you live a good life as a worm so Kenny should tell you that too

After hearing that Kenpachi will give you an answer a very well thought out on for both you and Yachiru its going to be one the few times you get the sweetness

" I would do anything to keep ya safe Y/N no matter what or who I have to go through. If you became a worm nothing would stop me from getting ya back and making sure you're okay you got that. And Yachiru obviously I would keep ya safe till we could get you back worm or not"

With nothing else to do asking Kenpachi those odd questions in the back of my mind seemed like a good plan. Its not like he would be bothered by it so no harm done right? " Heyy Kenpachi if I were a worm would you still love me?" Nothing.... I guess it wouldnt shock me if he was napping but I was sure he should have heard me " Kenpachi answer me cmon" Again nothing he just shifted some turning his body to face my from where he was laying " You know silence is also an answer so I'll just take it as a no" I pout some turning my nose up and wait " Alright alright no need for that" His gruff voice calls out " Look at me first" For a guy as big as Kenpachi he's so quiet I hadn't even noticed he moved this close " Look I cant say I would love you if I met you AS a worm but if you ever became a worm I would stop at nothing to get you back" Even though I knew he had more to say it didnt stop me from throwing myself in his arms and all he did was laugh, pulling me in and resting me on his lap " No matter who or what I had to fight I would keep ya safe and sound with Yachiru's help and make sure you get back to being you so dont forget that " The feel of his lips on my head make me smile. Who would have thought my silly little question would get him to say so much.

Szayelaporro

Szayelaporro will laugh not in the same way Grimmjow does no this is far worse more evil and it makes you not want to ask why but thats to bad because he plans on telling you why

" Oh Sweet thing of course I wounldnt. If you became a worm its most likely that I was the reason for it."

He doesnt hold back for any reason and thus the only way to get him to be even alittle nice about it is to carry on with that conversation, to ask qustions about it

" Why you ask hahaha well its quite simple if I were willing to do something like that its because I no longer care you...However if something else where to do that to you I could fix it

He brushes by anything else you might say but expect him to be a tad more affectionate after this in a way he veiws this as you saying he hasnt been a good enough partner

Honestly he doesnt think much of it after that but its good little reminder that in some way he does care for you and this is a good way to find out just how much

It's hard to say what made me want to ask him something like this after all knowing Szayelaporro he wouldnt be happy to be asked something so childish. Maybe it was to see if he would care or maybe just because I wanted to know how far I could push him before he got sick of dealing with me, it's hard to say but that didnt stop me from asking. " Szayelaporro if I became a worm would you still love me?" He doesnt bother to stop with whatever he's doing " hahaha My sweet thing if you became a worm isnt it smarter to think I'm the one who did it" Well that doesnt answer my question" " If I did that you should know it means I dont love you, now are we done?" Of course I knew something like this would happen but it still hurts to hear in an odd way " So does that mean you love me now" I could feel the shake of my voice " I see so thats what this is about. I treat you well yes? I make sure to keep you safe from both my tests and the others that raom here, I spend my time with you and seek you out for things outside of work. This might not be love but I do care for you sweet thing" My face felt hot and I could feel the wetness slowing trailing from my eyes. I move before I think, burying my head in his chest I let myself collapse against him and to my shock he lets me, guiding me back to the couch and curling around me we sit in the silence together.

So a few things one I know most of this is so ooc and like thats to be expected but I want to say that I havent seen much on any of the Espada due to where I'm at in the anime and two I now know I love writing szayelaporro so much because I can be so mean with it but still give him some kindness towards his lover and thats fun. I hope you enjoyed thank you for waiting and HAPPY PRIDE!🌈💖 Also I'm gonna try real hard to get another thing out before June ends. - Lilly

[cinnamon-todd]

neutral - jason todd x f!reader

a//n: i was jus in a silly goofy mood... this has not been proofread, just felt like writing tbh. i will start being more descriptive with my tags and warnings bc I realize I am stupid for not doing so.

warnings: none?

summary: jason being a good friend to the reader, letting her rant about her love life but hey there's a surprise for her!!!!

"its hard, sometimes..." she mumbles quietly, barely audible to the man next to her.

they sit adjacent to each other on the swing set, a nice feature the Waynes had added to their backyard.

the weather today was neutral. not too cold, not too hot. it came surprisingly to the two adults as yesterday it was pouring rain, Gotham's usual weather. but today it was neutral. the wind blew strong enough to move their calloused hair, but not too strong to be distracting or irritating that they had to make their way back inside - it was neutral.

"i know, you've mentioned that like 10 times." his snarky comment made her look up in annoyance.

she was met with his playful smile, and she tried her best to bite her smile. "you just know how to push my buttons, todd."

"hey," he nudged her shoulder, "one bad date doesn't mean the rest of them will be bad."

"no," she huffs, "but i dont even wanna bother with it, its exhausting."

he nods, unsure what to say next. she took this as a cue to continue, "I am in no interest to look for it, yet I still have this urge to find it. I'm always disappointed when I find someone who is willing to try it, but..."

find the right words, why arent the right words coming to her, why is she stumped.

"but?"

"but im not sure. as much as I can say 'the right one will come along', I'm not even sure if I want the right one, or even yet, know if it'll ever come."

"yeah,"

"its just so confusing, conflicting, just downright annoying." she continued as her best friend listened attentively. "I'm just so on the fence about it all. somedays I can be all for love, other days I just don't want it at all."

"Understandable."

"is it?" she asks, facing the man once again. he studied her face, confused, afraid, unsure. "I feel like there's something wrong with me. why cant I at least try?".

it wasnt a question, she didn't expect a response, but as the good man Jason Todd was, he gave his honest opinion.

"well," he clears his throat, "maybe that's the thing."

she looks at the man with a quizzical look, encouraging him to continue.

"maybe the partner that you need is someone who understands all that. someone that can respect it, someone that knows it, and expects it."

she looks down at the bark that lays as a flooring for the mini playground. unsure where he was going with this, she knew Jason would always be honest with her, but sometimes its hard to listen to the truth.

"you are someone who is always on the fence, very indecisive." he continues, "you are someone who doesn't need to be guided, but does enjoy it when someone gives their opinion because lord knows your judgement isn't the best."

"Todd..." she says sternly.

"hold on, lemme finish..." he says, "its sounds like to me that you need someone who you are comfortable with, that you've known a long time. someone that has to be very patient with you."

she nods.

"you hate to rush into things, yet you are very last minute with most things." they chuckle at the truth. "but that's what makes you, you."

she smiles at the end of his ramble. she knew Todd was one with words, yet he did surprise her with this number. "Thanks, Todd."

"Im not done yet," he says causing her to look up confused, what more could he add?

"you need someone like me,"

"Tod-"

"you dont have to say anything right now," he cuts her off, "I just want you to know that I like you, a lot. I understand that you are someone who can feel very overwhelmed, anxious, and so many emotions."

"but i hope that you know," he takes a deep breath, "that I understand that."

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I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

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Heyy can i request a luka x fem!reader fic? Like you know how how luka is always calm and cool? What if he turns into a living mess after he meets reader? Like no stuttering or something but hes ranting about her to juleka all the time and cant concentrate when shes around??

what are you doing to me? // luka x fem!reader

request: anonymous

warnings: fluff, swearing?, Luka being a mess

pairing: Luka Couffaine x Fem!Reader

a/n: I really wanted to write some Luka stuff and this kind of stretched out to a good amount of words so I hope you like it! :)

"Dear God, Luka, stop talking!" Juleka shouted at her brother who entered her room uninvited for the 4th time today. She had understood he didn't have anybody really to talk to, but Lord was he getting annoying at this point.

"But I have to tell you something"

Pushing him out of her cabin one last time, Juleka stood at the door frame and stared at the blue boy. "Go out and find a life!" Of course, she didn't mean it like that, but before she could manage what she is doing, she slammed the door shut in front of him.

Luka was taken aback by the change in Juleka's attitude. He didn't flinch though. He was always that one collected and calm person in every group. Anger never fulfilled him in the ways it sometimes filled his mother, for example.

Anarka had never been the type to prohibit them of their freedom, but she tends to let her emotions take over her. When somebody mentions their dad, she turns red, wrathful at the memories that flow across her head. And it's never long until she completely lets rage form her.

But Luka was different. He was always the serene boy you would find in the back of the class writing songs, practicing riffs. When somebody took it out on him, Luka sucked it in, forgetting about the scene in a few days. He had never lost his temper, beat someone up, melted at someone's touch...

He didn't mind it, after all, there was nothing to whine about. He had all his emotions under control, and even though he would never admit it- it made him feel superior to others.

So Luka decided to go to the park. Whenever he had nothing to do, a simple solution always came to his mind- a warm walk through the park.

"Hi, Nino" he exclaimed seeing the familiar couple by the water fountain. "Hi, Alya."

Alya offered him a soft smile, taking a piece of Andre's ice cream. Nino lent him his famous handshake. "I'm excited for tonight!" said Alya, referring to the private hangout at Couffaine's that was yet to come.

Luka had completely forgotten about it. How could he do such a thing? Still, he kept his cool exterior, nodding his head in agreement. "Me too"

"Oh shoot! I forgot I was supposed to meet Y/n tonight" Alya looked back on her schedule.

"Who's that?" Luka questioned, having never heard of that name before

"An old friend of mine. She just recently moved here"

"She can come, too."

"Really?" Alya's face lit up in joy "You would do that?"

The blue-haired boy laughed "If there's one place in Paris everybody is welcomed, it for sure is the Couffaine's ship!"

"Great, we'll see you there soon!" Alya added before collecting her phone and her boyfriend, running to meet up with her long-term friend.

Luka was left alone by the fountain, staring faintly at the water drops in the pool. Hot summer day took a toll on him and his eyes closed slightly under the pressure of the beaming sunshine.

A wooden bench called out to him and so he sat underneath the cooling shade of the trees. Moments passed and Luka grew to be more impatient. Guests were to come tonight, maybe he should return and help Juleka set up for the evening hang out...

Just on a mark, a girl ran to the park, out of her breath. She seemed worn out as she breathed heavily from the excessive physical activity. She looked at the phone in her hands, it responding with a typical GPS lady voice.

"Shit" she mumbled as she frantically tried to get the directions from the small machine.

"Hey" Luka called out to her from his sitting position in the corner "Are you lost?"

The girl looked around, making sure the blue boy was talking to her. "Yeah, I guess I could say so." Just as she returned him the look, Luka was struck by her beauty. It seemed like such a cliché, really. And Luka hated clichés. Yet, he was mesmerized by the girl who stood before him.

"Right... Where do you need to go?" He asked, collecting himself by her feet.

"Uh," she let out an unknowing hum "Here"

The picture she showed was blurry but Luka figured the place. It was a place he liked to visit sometimes, too. He showed her the directions, making sure she knows all the tracks.

"Thank you so much" The girl beamed with happiness in her eyes "Thank you for helping me"

Luka nodded, and the girl turned around to leave in the direction he just showed her. Luka contemplated for a second before asking a question just as she was about to leave "Can I know your name, at least?"

Hope in his eyes, he stared at her for a full moment until she broke the silence. "We only just met. Besides, where's the fun in that?" Sending him one last wink goodbye, she disappeared into the streets of Paris.

Juleka wasn't a person one could easily talk to. Except for Luka. Luka knew his sister was quite an introvert and a rather shy soul. He respected it and grew to watch over her, protecting her privacy with others. But with him, she was sometimes an extremely cheerful and bubbly person. Hell, there were moments he wished she could stop talking!

So when the two of them collaborated in decorating the harbor for their friends, they finished rather quickly. In under 2 hours, the duo managed to make the best party ship anyone has ever seen.

"Alya is bringing a friend," Luka said as he and Juleka tried to put the last fairy lights around.

"Really? Who?"

"An old friend who just moved here. Y/n as I recall."

Juleka nodded, trying to remember the name "Oh yes, Y/n. Alya told us about her. I'm glad to finally meet her."

Soon enough, the guests started to gather and their home was erupting from chit chats and music. Luka talked to everybody, getting lost in the crowd. His mind always found its way back to the silhouette of the lost girl from the park. There was something he couldn't get enough of in her...

"Luka, could you play us something?" asked Marinette to what Luka only nodded, heading to his room for the guitar.

"Alya is here!" Rose exclaimed when she noticed her friend at the entrance. Next to her stood a girl, a girl Alya has told them almost everything about.

"Hi, guys! This is Y/n" everybody welcomed them, all eyes prying on the newbie.

Marinette came closer and hugged her "I'm Marinette" she addressed as she offered her a soft smile "I've heard so much about you!"

"I could say the same" Y/n returned the sweet gesture.

"What took you so long?" Nino asked looking at his watch and then back at them.

"My bad. I got kind of lost."

The moment Luka stepped on the ship, the last thing he expects to see was the girl he couldn't stop thinking about. The girl that has been playing in his head all day, since the moment they met. Well, not exactly met.

"You" he blurted without thinking as he set his guitar down.

The pair of orbs he remembered from this morning, looked up at him, as surprised as him. "You" she joked back, not breaking the eye contact.

"You two know each other?" Marinette asked looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Not really. He helped me find the way this morning" Y/n explained

"And she didn't even tell me her name"

"It's more fun this way, don't you think?"

Luka chuckled offering her a handshake. "I'm Luka"

"Y/n"

The night moved slowly and Luka found himself growing more and more nervous whenever Y/n was around. This can't be! He's always the calm one, the collected one, the untouchable one. No, no. It's just a mire admiration. Nothing much, really. He's as steady as ever...

"Spin the bottle!" Alya shouted out of nowhere

Numbers of confused faces turned to her in a moment. She proceeded, explaining her outburst. "Let's play spin the bottle"

The teens looked around, meeting with other's sights, nodding in agreement. Soon enough, the group was sat on the floor. Upon choosing a seat, Luka looked around. There were 2 left: beside Y/n and opposite of her. He wanted to sit beside her, really. Oh, just how he wanted to sit beside her, their knees touching... But he was so nervous. His palms sweat just for the thought and his heart raced with a speed unknown to man.

So he sat opposite of her.

"Right, so, we are playing spin the bottle combined with truth and dare. A person spins the bottle and they ask "truth or dare?" the one who the bottle has sat on." Alya explained.

Marinette went first, the bottle landing on Y/n. The bluenette smiled softly and asking the question. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"Are you happy to be in Paris?"

"Very!" The two exchanged graceful smiles earning a groan from Nino.

"Where are the fun questions! C'mon dudettes!" he cried obviously disappointed in his friends.

Marinette looked at him in confusion "What do you want me to ask?"

"I don' know, something interesting. Like, describe your perfect type, or something"

Y/n laughed for a second. "Well I don't really have a type but guitarists hold a special place in my heart"

Luka looked at her in surprise but wasn't met with her gaze. That was it. He'll lose his mind because of this girl and there's no turning back. He'll be defeated, if only he wasn't already.

Y/n grew to be a great addition to the class and the friend group. And she grew closer to Luka's heart, more close than he liked to admit. When she was around, his mind was rollercoasters, when she was away her melody played in the back of his head. It was exhausting, really. Luka had never acted this way, especially not for a girl. It was all new to him.

It had been almost two months since Y/n's first day in the city of love. Never had she imagined that she would fall so in love with the people, the culture, the capital of France in general. She was standing on her balcony, looking at the most beautiful sightseeing- the Eiffel tower.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving, see you later!" she shouted as she closed the front door behind her. Juelka had invited her to help her out with band stuff. She was a bit surprised to say at least for Y/n wasn't much of an intellectual in that field.

The traffic was light and soon enough she stepped foot on the magnificent ship. The boy she already knew very well was strumming his guitar in the corner.

"Nice tune" she whispered, coming behind him

Luka jumped a little, taken aback by her unexpected figure. "Y/n? Why-"

"I invited her, I need some help," said Juleka from the door. "I'll be back in a second" and with that, she disappeared.

Y/n sat on a chair beside him, feeling the tension rise. Luka's melody became more insecure, more unsteady. It felt as if he was trying too hard.

"What happened?"

"I don't know" Luka answered, regretting holding the guitar now. It was true, when she was around, it was not much he could do. His mind always wandered elsewhere.

An uncomfortable silence took over them. Juleka was nowhere in sight. After some minutes of complete dull, Y/n stood up eager to leave. "Tell Juleka I'm sorry, but I just remembered I have to go."

Luka wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He was afraid of blurting out something way more stupid. So he nodded, regretting his decisions. What has she done to him? He can't even think straight, what to do, what not to do. He's a mess and it's all because of her.

"What are you doing you, idiot, go after her!" Juleka stormed out of the ship, scolding her older brother.

"What?"

"Go after her! Tell her how you feel! God!"

"What are you talking about?" Luka played it off dumb

Juleka's anger only grew "Oh please, mister untouchable, you're not so secretive about it. You can never concentrate when she's around, when I mention her, you grow all impatient. You talk about her ALL THE DAMN TIME. I can't listen to you anymore!"

Luka shifted in his spot "I don't talk about her that much"

"You literally stormed in my room last night talking about her humor and how cool she is. Go tell her how you feel, Luka"

He contemplated for a minute making Juleka impatient "Now! Go!"

The blue boy nodded, setting his guitar aside, and running as fast as he could. He ran the way he remembered Y/n to go. His legs could sprint only so fast but somehow he managed to run it all the way through.

Just by the bridge, she saw her walk by herself. It was already getting late, the sun was just around the corner, held by its fingertips to not yet say goodbye. She was looking to the river, calm and alone. "Y/n!" he shouted, putting all the energy he had to pull it through.

"Y/n!" he screamed once more to what the girl turned around. Just as she was about to ask what was happening, Luka panted taking her hand in his the moment he got the chance.

"No, no, I talk." He said taking a deep breath and looking right into her eyes. "Y/n from the moment we met in the park, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You took a tool on me, god, I'm wrapped around your finger! I can't focus when I see you, I lose all my senses when you smile"

Y/n smiled at the ongoing love declaration. "And no matter how hard I tried to cover up my feelings, to forget you, there just is no escape. I am lost, I'm losing my mind. God, what are you doing to me? I rant about you to Juleka, dear Lord. You made a mess out of me, Y/n, and I love, I love, I love you."

And before thinking, Y/n pressed her lips against his. She kissed him long and lovingly, making him melt under her touch.

"That makes the two of us"