#but this one's better bc its in pride month

[invisibleoctopus]

weird getting a bunch of new followers and its real ppl instead of bots bc of that one post... hi new people

[n0ct0urn1quet]

hgonesly at this point i really do wish i could just say Fuck It and disappear off the face of the earth for a little bit bc honestly . i donot want to be alive

[star-girl69]

Love Song

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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a/n: just needed to do some general hc’s to get all my thoughts in order i hope you all enjoy!!

Love song - Lana Del Rey

warnings: the formatting is weird idk why i can’t fix it but y’all will live, swearing, a little itty bitty bit of violence, every facet of clarisse finding its way here and i love them all, tell me if i missed anything!!

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i’m sure we all agree on this

but clarisse is very protective of you

even if you’re a very capable fighter, even if you’re even better than her, clarisse is still so protective of you

i mentioned this in one of my fics (maybe so it goes…????) but like the reason behind this is the fact that clarisse is just SCARED

she is terrified of losing you bc you are the only one she feels like she can be herself with

like clarisse is insane!!!!! in a good way!!!!! but also she’s a 17 year old girl…. she wants TO BE LOVED

she tries to talk to you about how she feels about her dad and about everything else in her life, but even though she doesn’t want to be, she’s locked up like a vault

she knows her emotions are always super intense and she has big reactions

major anger issues but they’ve gotten better with age

the problem is she spent her entire life being told that she needed to calm down, that she couldn’t feel like that all the time, and she just tried to shut down

obviously that did not work

but it still makes it virtually impossible to talk about her feelings

when it comes to you tho she’s an open book

she’s a daughter of ares she’s headstrong she’s proud and her fatal flaw is PRIDE

i mentioned this before but she wants everyone to know that you’re hers and she’s yours

your relationship is partly very public

she’s not afraid to touch you or kiss you

she’s not afraid to show you off and (needs to) show everyone that yes your beautiful self belongs to HER

so naturally she gets very jealous

even when you’re like clarisse you are INSANE

there’s been a few times when you first started dating and you were still getting comfortable and weren’t that public yet so like someone would flirt with you

it went like this

boy: hey what’s up you’re kinda fine

y/n: oh! oh yeah no….. no…..

clarisse: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU—

then she started attacking him

lost dessert privileges for a month, she proudly declared that it was worth it (besides you would sneak her bites of yours like)

now that everyone knows you’re hers her jealousy is rooted a lot more in delusion and insecurity

you’ll be like in a group talking someone and she’ll pull you closer and be like “i think that guys staring at you a little too much.”

“clarisse no the fuck he’s not what”

b/c of the fact that she isn’t a son for her father she gets insanely jealous if specifically a MAN gets even an inch too close however innocently

she doesn’t want to think it but she thinks you’ll eventually realize her father is right and she’s not as useful or good bc she’s a girl

most of the time when she gets jealous bc of her insecurities she just becomes extra clingy

but also any emotion she feels she gets extra clingy to you so sometimes it’s hard to tell LMAO

she isn’t really a big hand holder but that’s only because she’s actually holding you CLOSER to her by your waist

also one more note about your relationship publically

everyone gets whiplash bc like she’s a BULLY fo everyone else and then you walk over and she’s all heart eyes

i hate everyone but you trope save me

save me i hate everyone but you trope

THIS HAPPENED IN IN A GOOD WAY

clarisse: pushes percy over

you: nuh uh clarissseeeeeeee

clarisse: omg hi beautiful gf

you: touches her shoulder, looks at her disapprovingly

clarisse: fine i’ll go, *scares percy*, bye bye beautiful ily

like she’s just being a bitch and then all of a sudden you come around and she’s like hiiiiiii babyyyyy how is my gorgeous gorgeous girl today??

so outwardly clarisse is just very proud and touchy

privately she lets herself be a little more chill

this is where she really touchy you thought before was worse nah

idk if y’all have noticed but in my fics clar’s always holding on y/n’s hips and that’s just me self projecting bc i have the most horrid hip dips but my point still stands

SHE LOVES YOUR HIPS

would totally call them “love handles” IM SORRYY

but she just likes having a place to hold where she can just like kinda actually physically grab you with her hands

like yeah she can wrap her arms around your waist but she likes to GRAB you

cuddling w her is fun bc like this girl cannot get ENOUGH of you there’s only like three ways you cuddle

you on top of her whether just like completely on top of her (one of her favs) or just with your head on her chest

this is what happens whenever you feel scared

like there was a monster attack just near the barrier and you’ve all been feeling uneasy all day

TRUST you are sleeping in her bed tonight

wraps her arms around you so tight it’s like she’s crushing you

also she’s running your back or caressing your head whichever you prefer

she keeps her spear right next to her bed and makes sure you can see it so you know however subconsciously NOTHING can hurt you bc she’s right there (nothings gonna hurt you baby vibes)

or she’s on top of you this one usually happens when she’s feeling a little extra insecure and jealous and it’s like no one can see you if she’s on top of her so then you’re hers

she isn’t the smartest one in the bunch but she has good intentions!!!!

also she lays on top of you if you get hurt

like after so it goes for example when y/n got that little cut on her hand

you’re like “clar pls you’re crushing me”

“um ok you scared the shit out of me today tho you need to LET ME do this fuck”

third option

you’re both laying on your side and facing each other legs tangled together and she’s probably whispering to you

she’s a big whisperer i feel it in my heart

like tracing her hands on your face and saying your so beautiful or telling you how you make her feel

oh lord take me now

also she loves you the way hozier loves

“someone asked me in the end i’d tell them ‘put me back in it’ // darlin’ i would do it again // if i could hold for a minute”

“when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth no grave could hold my body down i’d crawl back to her”

like she BREATHES for you

if she died and then you were like “i miss you” trust she would find a way to come back to life

totally daydreams about going on such a fantastical quest that the gods offer both of you immortality so you can be together forever and ever and ever and ever and ever

like if the world ends y’all would still be there having a little picnic date

devotion is the only word that comes close

anyways

ok nicknames she calls you:

baby, angel, gorgeous, pretty thing/girl, beautiful, lovely, dummy (lovingly)

(recently saw a few posts abt clarisse saying mama/mamas i may be swayed)

dates she takes you on:

forces you to train w her even if you don’t like it but she lets you win OBVIIIII, under the stars in the woods, take your dinners to go and sneak back to either hers or your cabin to eat together, secret makeout sessions in the bathroom her cabin your cabin anywhere she can get her hands on you

this is so random but i get horrible migraines and i am ADDICTED to these like headache relief frequency sounds on youtube i swear they work and i was like omg you can’t have electronics at chb I WOULD NOT SURVIVE

so if you are a real one like me and get horrible migraines but this goes for being sick in general she’s like a little puppy pretending to be a wolf barely holding it together

she’ll be like at the foot of your bed begging you not to go into the light while shouting at someone at the same time to refill your water

you like have a cold

she would rub your temples if you had a headache and she would literally be like a doll for you to move around like oh you wanna lay on her chest? by all means

you wanna lay upside down with your feet in her face? as long as you get better you can do whatever you want!

you don’t wanna touch her at all? that’s where she draws the line

you’ll be like “ugh i’m hot get away from me”

“okay ☹️☹️”

“why are you touching my feet with your feet”

she places you above everyone else

like yeah other people are ok…….

but you 😍😍😍😍😍😍

this is slightly cringe but she would fr burn the whole world down and not let a flame touch you

LIKE HAVE YALL SEEN THE ANONS IVE BEEN POSTING AND THE CAPTURE THE FLAG THINGS 😱😱😱😱 (y’all always check my blog im always posting the funniest shit bc i’m funny)

“you’re one opposite teams blah blah blah you get hurt clarisse drops EVERYTHING to help you even if just a paper cut” (i have no chill fic coming soon)

THEN THEN the other one that was like “ok but what if you ACTUALLY get hurt like broken leg”

clarisse just goes crazy when you’re hurt

in so it goes: “what if that cut gets infected?”

you’re her WORLD she literally can’t stand the thought or something happening to you or else she starts literally shaking in anger and sadness

but when clarisse gets hurt it’s a whole other story

LIKE FUCK YOU JUST WANNA CARE ABOUT HER AND SHES ALL LIKE “it’s chill.”

NO ITS NOT YOURE GONNA BLEED OUT 😭😭

clarisse never let’s anyone but you see her true emotions

like yeah when you’re in public and you’re being cutesy she starts smiling and everyone is SO confused

but still

she never lets anyone see her as WEAK

so she always downplays her injuries in terms of how much they hurt, but flaunts them off proudly at the same time?? yeah that makes sense

after a capture the flag game you march her to the bathroom with a first aid kit “ok baby take off your shirt”

she always makes some flirty comment like SHUSH NOT RN

then she has all these bruises and every once in a while a cut from someone’s sword

you’re like 😔😔💔

you’re the only one she will let clean her up

unless she like breaks a bone or needs stitches (which has never happened) no way in hell she’s going to the healers

if you’re a child of apollo or smth she’s like “i literally have my own person healer right here…..”

anyways i think that’s all but i will probably be updating this when i think of more stuff bc as we know i have no chill

thank you all sm for reading and reblogging and liking and commenting and sending all of your WONDERFUL asks they make me so happy i’m always giggling when i get one

anyways bye bye 😘

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taglist:

@lvrue @t-wylia @laughingcheese037 @kroumi @urdeadpoet @colezb @rey26 @harmzilla @elliewilliamsbae @amberfreemansburntface @kyuupidwrites @neverwaakeme-up @shark1008 @liballer @heyimadison @nvirskies @pnsteblnme

[twilghtkoo]

have you seen the tiktok of a girl who made her boyfriend a little sprout to put on his gaming headset ??? its so cute and reminded me of hyuck 🤏🏻

pairings. streamer!haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff

note. STOP RN ANON i haven’t seen that tiktok but i’ve seen some where ppl make a lil sprout bc a few months ago i crocheted me a sprout for my headphones 😭 but THIS IS SO CUTE BC HAECHAN WOULD LOVE IT thank u for sending me this,,,, here’s another streamer/gamer hyuck drabble

[ haechan masterlist | masterlist ]

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“i play val a few times but i prefer overwatch, they’re both enjoyable but overwatch is better in a lot of ways, for me personally. but if i’m in the mood for a tense flick-type game, then i play val.” haechan answers a comment, as he’s waiting in the game queue.

he’s sitting relaxed in his gaming chair as he watches the comments fill in. some disagree with him and some agree.

“which one does yn like? she likes overwatch more, she likes that there’s a more wide range of characters than val. she’s not really into fps games, she says they’re too intense for her.” he chuckles at that. “she only plays overwatch because i do and because she wanted to bond with me since it’s one of my favorite games. she’s cute,” he mumbles the last sentence, grinning as he continues reading numerous comments from his viewers.

chat is going crazy at the mention of you.

he’s about to read another comment before you quietly knock on his door, he whips his head around to see you carefully peeking your head through the crack of the door.

you have a sheepish smile, knowing he’s streaming and you didn’t want to bother him but you also have something you really wanted to show him.

haechan doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, because he smiles at you waving you inside.

“what’s up baby?” he slides one side of his headset off, letting you know he’s listening.

you make sure to stay out of the camera since you’re only wearing a t-shirt, one of his t-shirts to be exact. and the end of the shirt stop just below your butt.

you take your hand out from behind your back to reveal a green crocheted sprout.

“ooo, what’s this?” his eyes widen as he carefully takes it into the palm of his hands to closely examine it. he admires how neatly each chain is and how precise it is to a sprout. the two leaves shaped perfectly.

“i made this for you, it’s a sprout and it’s supposed to go on your headset.” you explain.

he spins his chair around to face you and he slides off his headset. “really? how, put it on for me.”

you lightly giggle as you take the headset from him to slowly loop the sprout around the top.

you squeal out of excitement but also taking pride at how good it came out. “see!”

“woah, baby this is so cute.” he gasps, putting his headset back on and looks at himself on the camera.

“chat, look what yn made me!” he shows off the top of his head, scooting closer to the camera that sits on top of his monitor and scooting back.

“hi chat!” you spoke up, finally greeting yourself to his viewers.

“it looks like a sprout is growing on top of my head,” he expresses. shaking his head left to right watching the sprout wiggle.

he rolls his chair a bit off camera to wrap his arms around your waist, squeezing you. “thank you, i love it. it’s staying on my headset.”

your arms circle around him before your hands curl around the back of his hair, softly tugging it. “you’re welcome, i’m gonna make me one now so we’re matching.”

you pat his back as he unwraps his arms around you and rolls back in front of his desk.

“bye chat!” you say out loud, as you’re at the door, blowing your boyfriend a kiss before leaving.

user i just want what they have

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

could you write one shot of the reader crying bc she’s insecure dating cill?:)

Nerves | young!Cillian x fem!Reader

Summary: Its the night of the Drama Desk Award Show (2012) and the up and coming star Cillian Murphy has a new girlfriend. She loves him but she still struggles to overcome her insecurity when it comes to being with Cillian. Hours before the show, she finally confides in him and he does everything he can think of to make her feel better before the big night.

Warnings: Self-deprecation and insecurity, anxiety, crying, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), after-care. Heavily inspired by the Golden Globes show last night where Cillian had lipstick on his nose lol. This is a fictional story that does not reflect Cillian Murphy in reality- it is purely delusional lol. Cillian is not married in this- no hate towards Yvonne, please.

work count: 2815k

Warning sign- Coldplay 🎶

note: I hope I did your request justice :)

Minors do not interact. Not proof read- sorry folks!

She was going completely insane. There was no way in hell that Cillian Murphy actually loved her. He was the most attractive man she had ever met and the kind of guy who talked very little which meant that she talked more than she would have liked just to fill the silence when they first started dating. She beat herself up about it on a regular basis, mortified how she seemed to say the most ridiculous things to Cillian and watched as he chuckled politely. She tried to tell herself that she was beautiful, that other people found her beautiful, and that she was degrading herself for no reason. But that didn’t stop the constant weight of insecurity settling on her shoulders whenever she was with him. She felt unattractive, like the kind of girl that never got the guy, and it was affecting her mental health. 

She told herself over and over again as she got ready for the award show that Cillian had chosen her, that he wouldn’t be with her if he didn’t love her. Once she had prided herself on her confidence and even-tempered personality but she felt the exact opposite whenever she was alone with him. Being in public was a little easier, she could hide behind the absurdity of the paparazzi, she could take Cillian’s hand because he was leading her away, etc. But once they were alone, she felt insecure and a little delusional because none of it felt real… and maybe none of it was. Maybe this was all a fantasy but that couldn’t be because Cillian was real and the assistants swarming her with hair tools and makeup swatches were certainly real too. 

They had started officially dating a few months before, right after his play Misterman was officially done touring. They’d gone on a few dates here and there but everything suddenly got serious after closing night, she honestly couldn't even remember how it happened. Now, don’t get her wrong, he loved being with Cillian but like so many girls (and others), she struggled to feel adequate in her relationship with Cillian. He was such an amazing performer and just so downright beautiful that it intimidated her. She was working as an author and happened to go to a party that Cillian was also at in New York City. They were introduced and she was surprised how shy he was, even as an already famous actor. And though she talked incessantly because she was afraid of awkward silence, he’d still asked her out on a date. 

The rest had obviously led up to this moment in a small hotel room where they were both getting ready for The Drama Desk Award show in NYC. One of her assistants helped her choose a dress from a local upscale department store and they decided on a red velvet dress with a very simple silhouette. It was laced tightly around her waist and the hem ended mid-thigh. Cillian, ever the practically dressed man, wore a simple tux and styled his hair with a sticky product. Once they were dressed, their assistants left, telling them that a car would arrive to take them to the show. Cillian stepped out of the bathroom where he was checking his hair and snapped off the bright yellow light, his eyes fell on her.  

“Wow, look at you,” Cillian smiled as she turned around in the mirror, checking that the back looked ok. 

“Do you like it?” She laughed self-consciously and put her hands on her hips. 

“Mhm, it's beautiful.” He licked his lips and she blushed deeply, feeling the rush of blood through her body like a little girl with a crush. 

“Hey, hey, come here! You’re blushing,” Cillian caught her wrist and pulled her around to face him. She looked to the side, smiling. “That’s so cute.” 

“Stop it, Cill,” she swatted him away but he caught her waist between his palms and held her still, his piercing blue eyes holding her like a magnet. 

“What’s wrong?” His smile softened and he ran his thumbs across her velvet bodice. She took a deep breath and tried to smile normally. 

“I’m just nervous,” she shrugged. 

“About being in front of so many people?”

“No, not really. I don’t mind that so much.”

“Then why are you nervous?” He furrowed his brow and shifted his weight on his feet, stepping closer. 

“I’m,” she started but his closeness distracted her. He was so close that his breath dragged across her forehead and displaced some of her hair. They’d only had sex twice because it was still so early in their relationship. She had an apartment in New York but Cillian had gotten a room in a hotel nearby as well, not wanting to force himself into her private life. When he was doing Misterman he stayed with a friend and had visited her only a few times when their schedules aligned. In their absence from one another, a sense of sexual depravity heightened between them. Even just thinking about Cillian in bed with her made her catch her breath, nearly choking on her own oxygen. 

“I’m just,” she started again, her eyes caught on Cillian’s lips. Cillian’s eyes were on her’s and she shivered under his gaze. “I’m just nervous being around you.” She finished finally and looked up at him for his reaction. He snapped away from his trance and raised an eyebrow. 

“Why’s that?” 

She shook her head, not breaking eye contact. Her hands clasped around his forearms, his hands still tight around her waist. 

“It's just hard to be vulnerable, you know? It’s hard being with someone else when you’re more comfortable being by yourself. And… well, sometimes I don’t feel good enough to be with you.” She started to cry and wiped the tears quickly from her face, embarrassed. His concern changed to a wide smile. 

“Ah,” Cillian threw back his head and laughed lightly, his dark hair shifting from his forehead, “really? You don’t think you’re good enough to be with me? Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. You’re a best-selling author and smart as hell, I’m fucking intimidated by you.” He moved his hands to cup her face, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh on her cheeks. 

“But you’re Cillian Murphy.” She emphasized and moved her hands to his belt loops. 

“Then remember, sweetheart, that you’re Cillian Murphy’s girl.” She smiled, adding a self-deprecating emphasis on his own name. She blushed again and he laughed, “you’re blushing again!” 

“Jesus christ,” she hid her face in her hands and turned away. Cillian laughed and kissed her bare shoulder. When she pulled her hands away from her face, he wrapped his arms around her chest from behind. They stared at each other in the mirror. 

“I think you’re going to win, Cill.” She whispered with a closed smile. He scoffed jokingly. 

“I’m flattered but I really doubt it.” 

“I think you will.” She shrugged. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and leaned back against him. He licked his lips and smiled slyly. 

“Well, then if I win, as you say I will, I want to spend the night with you.” 

“Oh? Is that the deal?” She laughed and resisted his strong hold around her, “what happens if you lose?” She frowned jokingly. 

“Hmm,” he thought, “maybe you’ll still fuck me because you feel so bad for me.” “Do you really want me, Cillian?” She asked seriously and he paused, watching her closely. 

“Do you not believe me?” He asked seriously back, his eyebrow raised. 

“No, not really,” she whispered and he looked at her sadly for a moment, trying to understand where this insecurity came from and what he could do to relieve its pressure on her psyche. He looked down at his watch and stepped away from her, leaving her in the center of the mirror’s reflection. 

“Take off your dress.” He whispered, meeting her eyes in the mirror. She shook her head.

“What?” 

“Take it off, darling.” 

She looked down at her dress and then back at him. He stood patiently behind her, waiting. 

“We have time so do as I ask, please.” He nodded to her dress, “take it all off.” 

She very slowly undid the ties at her back, loosening the dress around her waist. She kicked off her flats and took a deep breath before letting her dress slip from her chest down to the carpeted floor. She was left in her bra and underwear, both red to hide beneath the red dress. He sighed deeply, his pupils expanding childishly. He sat back on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his palm. 

“Go on.” He encouraged and she reached behind her back, undoing the bra and casting it to the side. Then she removed her underwear, standing completely nude in the mirror. Her heart pounded against her chest. 

“This, this is why I want you.” He nodded to her body. He stood and stopped behind her, his hand reaching around to her navel. “I’ve been thinking about you for so long, it was driving me crazy.” He whispered against her ear. His hand trailed up her stomach to her top rib and stayed there, not yet touching her breast. 

“Every part of you is perfect,” he continued, his hand sliding down to her thighs and then up to her breasts where he finally cupped them. Every ridge and roll of fat fell below his hand as he explored her body. She shuttered. 

She suddenly felt a small surge of confidence. “Do you masturbate about me?” 

He looked at her and smiled shyly, “yeah… yeah.” He shook his head, “like I’m a fucking teenage boy. I feel like I need you all the time.” He gasped quietly against her bare skin. 

She turned and pressed herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him giddily and he smiled against her lips. His hand cupped her cunt as he kissed her back. She gasped at his touch and unbuttoned his pants. He kicked off his loafers and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he laid her down on the hotel’s bed. She could feel his erection against her cunt as she fell onto the soft mattress. She sat up and pushed his dress jacket from his shoulder and tossed it carefully to the side. He was still in his dress shirt and bowtie as he pulled his erection from his underwear. She pulled him down to her mouth and continued to kiss him as he rubbed her clit, warming her up. 

“Fuck, Cillian.” 

“Yeah?” He whispered against her lips. 

“God, I love you.” She gasped as he pushed his cock against her cunt and he smiled, his eyes closed. 

“I love you too.” He exhaled and pushed inside her with a gentle thrust. She whimpered from the sudden intrusion and he gasped. He held her hips and fucked her deeper, still going slow and allowing her body to get used to him. 

“This is so good, Jesus Christ. Are you ready?” He looked down at her and she nodded quickly. He licked his lips and started to fuck her faster, their bodies hitting eachother more aggressively as he sped up. She whimpered in pleasure and he exhaled in short bursts, already panting. He pulled out and crawled onto the bed below her. With one hand he pulled her farther up on the bed and the other he positioned her hips again. He thrusted inside again and grabbed the headboard, digging his fingers into the padded surface. 

“Shit, Cillian I’m going to cum!” She whimpered, her thighs flexed against his pale hips. He shuttered and looked down at her. 

“No, not yet. I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.” He cooed and slowed down. He slipped his arms beneath her and laid his palms flat on the mattress. He held her hip up with one hand and moved in and out slowly, pushing as deep as she would allow him to go. 

“Fuck…” she gasped and dug her nails into his back helplessly. She felt a pleasurable shock shoot from between her legs and she covered her mouth to muffle her loud moans. 

“Oh you poor thing, you had to cum, didn’t you? You couldn't wait for me. So you’ll just have to cum twice, ok?” He panted and she nodded, tears filling her eyes and he snapped his hips back against her. He fucked her faster, panting from the pleasure. He grabbed the bottom of the headboard and pulled himself deeper inside her and she threw her head back in pleasure.

“Fucking hell, look at you,” He stroked her hair and continued fucking her fast, drawing out loud and pitiful moans from his throat. “You’re so good for me. God, I love you. You’re my girl.” He muttered deliriously, her walls closing around him and her thigh pulling him closer. The bed rocked beneath them. 

“Harder, Cillian. Please!” She begged, a small spot of drool collecting at the corner of her mouth. He smiled and went deeper, hitting the base of her uterus with fast and rough thrusts. He got sloppier and she gasped against her hand. He kissed her and when she opened her mouth in a moan, he sucked her tongue. She licked his upper lip when he threw his head back in pleasure. 

“I’m going to cum, fuck!” He panted and gave a final thrust into her. As he finished, she squirted and shuttered from the violent pleasure. He pulled out with a proud laugh and kissed her. He climbed off the bed and pulled her down to the edge of the bed by her ankle. 

“What are you doing now?” She giggled. 

“Cleaning up, darling.” He lowered himself to his knees and spread her legs with his sweaty palms. He looked at her for a second before licking her cunt, twirling his tongue against her clit. She was already so sensitive that she arched her back and bit down on her finger to stop herself from literally screaming. He used a flat tongue to clean the cum from her body and sucked softly on her clit. She tugged at his hair, gasping in exhausted pleasure. He held her hips in place as he dug her heels into the mattress, her feet flexed completely. He continued to lick when she orgasmed, cleaning her completely. Then with a proud smile, he put on his underwear and went to the bathroom. He came back with a damp washcloth and lifted one of her legs, wiping the soft inside of her thigh. He did the same to the other as she panted. She sat up and kissed him. 

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I love you.” He responded and kissed her on her forehead before handing her dress back to her. She quickly put her dress back on and fixed her makeup. She applied a red lip gloss and brushed her hair away from her face. Cillian put his pants and shoes back on before pulling on his jacket and straightening the front. A knock sounded at the door and Cillian nodded at her as if nothing had happened. 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah.” She smiled and grabbed her purse. He took her hand and they walked down to the parking lot where the car was waiting to take them to the award ceremony. His hand stayed in her’s, their fingers linked. She rested against his chest and he kissed the top of her head. The venue was lit up and crowded with paparazzi and cars. This was the first time that she would be seen with Cillian at any of his events. He helped her out of the car and put a protective hand behind her back, leading her through the crowd to the entrance. Once inside, they were shown to their table and she shifted her foot closer to his, wanting to be as close as possible. People snapped their picture and introduced themselves to her, Cillian introduced her as his girlfriend and she blushed each time, prompting a playful pinch from Cillian.

She squeezed his thigh when the nominees were announced for his category. 

“And the award for outstanding solo performance is…” The announcer looked down at the envelope and smiled at the audience, “Cillian Murphy, Misterman!” Everyone applauded and Cillian turned to her, kissing her in his moment of excitement and happiness. She kissed him back and laughed when he pulled away. Her lip gloss was smeared across his lips. 

“You have lip gloss on your face now!” She whispered as he stood. 

“Perfect.” He whispered in her ear and walked shyly to the stage, taking the award with shy nods, his eyes finding her’s in the audience, smudges of red across his mouth. She was his. 

[groguspicklejar]

OK OK OK OK super not normal about this idea. Reader's dad was a Mando but readers mom took them away in infancy after huge fight (major blow to Mando dad bc of their focus on family) and reader is then raised by mom (told dad was a spacer and is dead) in the mid rim. A little rough around the edges, has a smart mouth (they really need to get a handle on) and is determined to take care of themselves with gig jobs like deliveries (illicit and otherwise) after their mom passes. Cut decades later and now aging Mando dad has regrets he doesn't want to die with and asks Mando Ghost to track down his adult kid and bring them back to their clan. Cue a cat and mouse of Ghost trying to catch the surprisingly scrappy Reader. They think some delivery must have gotten a bounty on their head and are dead set on not getting caught. Bonus if they DID get in trouble and have other mercs on their tail.

(Sorry for the novel)

DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THIS MASTERPIECE😭😭😭 so sorry it took so long to get to this.

mother wasn't exactly the best person either because why would you take away a child from such a caring dad??? it's because of that that your relationship with mom wasn't the best, but you stuck by her side because "she's your mom" and "you only have one mom" which is such bantha shit🙄

but she's your only family and you don't have a lot of friends or people who are loyal to you due to the fact that you had to have tough skin if you wanted to survive also mom's fault because you would've been better protected if dad was around but she was too angry and prideful to admit that. you take delivery jobs because that's fast money (and other forms of jobs as side gigs to supplement your income) and it gives you an excuse to learn excellent piloting skills. you also learned a lot of other skills as well. you've found an appreciation for booby traps. those really give you an advantage when you need to escape tough situations fast.

it worked well for you. you got to be your own boss. have your own ship. made a few friends and made a lot of enemies. in fact, you might be wanted in the inner and mid-rim for a few crimes, but it's nothing you can't handle. you can stay under the radar and you've learned to avoid trouble when you can.

except for that one time, you took a job that almost got you killed because you didn't realize the warlord wanted no traces left behind. so naturally, he wanted you and everyone involved dead. and naturally, you had to run.

you narrowly escape the bounty hunters who have been sent after you and managed to lay low for a while. hell, you took it to the extremes and faked your own death by blowing up your beloved ship. and you'd gotten away with it scotch free, along with the hefty amount of credits that you managed to swipe when you escaped.

or you thought you'd gotten away.

you know you're being followed anywhere. it comes with the life you chose.

but not once have you ever been followed by a Mandalorian.

when you saw his visor, you know you were fucked. but you're nothing if not resilient and determined to survive. so the chase was on.

you didn't make it easy for him. and you made it a heck of a lot of fun on your end. because if this was your last hurrah, then you were going to go down laughing.

you make him sweat and narrowly escape his attempts at nailing you down. despite him having the advantage with an arsenal of weapons and toys you can only dream of having, you give him the slip a bunch of times. it's not long before he actually gets close enough for the kill.

but you've been living in this city for a few months now and you'd been preparing for this moment.

the Mandalorian gets caught in one of your traps, a net that deployed and grabs him, pulling him back with such excessive force which slams him against the wall with a sickening crunch and holds him there. the net stayed put due to the metallic hooks on its ends, pinned to the magnetic system you've set up close by on the wall.

"that looks like it hurt, Mando. need a hand?" you winced at him, knowing his head much be ringing from the impact. but he reaches for you and you were quick to step back. not seconds later, he activates his flame thrower, startling you. "eek! guess not!"

it's not long before he's free but you had already gotten away. with the little that you know about his tech, you know that he's most likely tracking your footprints. luckily, you have your own tech. and you use it to temporarily scramble his visor.

he triggered another trap not a day later while chasing you. this time, he hung upside down. you were cautious not to use rope this time, with the new information that he can ignite flames from his wrist. the metal string will hopefully hold.

"rough day?" you looked up at him with a smirk and your hands on your hips. he says nothing, but you can tell he's not pleased. "yeah, me too. there's this guy chasing me. he's really hard to shake off."

not surprisingly, he gets better and better at evading your traps. which was frightening to think about because you can feel him breathing down your neck, even hours after you've evaded him.

in the meantime, you just stick to your agenda. plant trails leading him elsewhere long enough for you to board the ship to some backwater scughole planet. hopefully then it'll give you a little breathing room to think.

thankfully, today was that day to board that ship. it leaves in an hour. unfortunately, the hulking Mandalorian is already after you, so it's back to the usual tricks.

and this time, one of them sticks. he saw the metallic ropes far too late. he's snared in a metallic web and held in place. thank the Maker because this one will be hard to get out of and you were bone tired from all the running.

"if i knew you were this bad at cat and mouse, Mando, i would've made it a little easier to catch me." you panted with your hands on your knees. he groaned while trying to move his arms. you laughed a little at his attempt. "okay, i lied. this is so much more fun."

"do you ever shut up?" he snaps.

"oh, he talks?" you blinked, standing upright with a heavy breath. "and here i thought you were the strong silent type." your nose scrunched when he doesn't respond to that. "heavy on the silent."

"i am the strong silent type." he hissed, looking for a way to get out of your intricately made web. "you just talk too much."

his accent was the last thing you were expecting. you didn't know he was Coruscant. nice little detail about the person who's trying to kill you.

"hey, i didn't ask you to chase me, you know?" you sassed, cooking a hand over your hip. "you wouldn't be dealing with my presence if you had just chosen not to take my bounty. Bib Fortuna must be paying you a lot of credits for this gig, huh?"

he ceases his struggles, glancing at you. "what?"

before you could say anything else, your watch beeped. "ah, well. it's been fun, Mando. but i gotta go." you give him a two-fingered salute. "catch you in the next star system."

he's struggling harder against the wires again as you began to walk away.

"hey! come back here!" he growled. "get me out of this thing!"

"can't!" you yelled back. "if i did, you'd kill me!"

his frustrated groan is all you hear and you laugh as you make your escape. only, you don't make it to the starport to hitch a ride on a ship headed to Sorgan.

not with the sight of another bounty hunter. and you know the look of a predator on a hunt. before you could hide, he sees you. and he's equally as surprised as he is pleased to spot his next meal ticket.

"dank ferrick." you cursed and took off.

you've wasted nearly all of your traps on the Mandalorian and you're nearly out of time. the ship departs in ten minutes.

it didn't matter anyway because you got ambushed minutes later in an alley. you didn't expect to be hit in the face with a metal pipe. you slammed to the floor, groaning in pain while the bounty hunter stood over you.

"look what the dead lothcat dragged out of the bag..." he chuckled darkly. "and here i was thinking i was gonna go hungry for the next week."

you found yourself being straddled by this man while he holds a knife to the side of your face. the world was spinning, there's blood gushing from your eyebrow and you think this fucker cracked your head.

"what a real shame. you have such a pretty face." he smirked heinously. "any last words?"

"yeah." another voice called out before the bounty hunter was yanked off of you. "say goodnight."

right then and there, you think you became a witness to the most brutal murder you've ever seen. and you blanked out for most of it. when you came too, you were startled by the sight of a bloodied Mandalorian holding a vibroblade.

your head slumps softly against the ground and you let out a heavy sigh.

that's it. you know it. your life is over. you're as good as dead this time.

"go ahead." you groaned as he approached you and squatted down next to you. "make it quick, Mando."

you wait for death to finally claim your soul and close your eyes. but all you hear is, "i'm not here to kill you."

"wait..." you peek open one eye. "what?" you immediately sit up but regret it because the dizziness quickly catches up to your head. "then why have you been chasing me all this time?"

he shrugged. "because you kept running."

"yeah, because you were chasing me!" you shoved his bloodied pauldron and wiped the blood off your pants. "so you can kill me!"

"i never said that." he said, standing up. he offered his hand. "i just wanted to talk."

you smacked his hand away and sluggishly stood up, nearly stumbling as you did so. "well, how was i supposed to know that, Mr silent strong type? normally, when you see a bounty hunter, you run for your fucking run for your damn life!"

you let out a frustrated sound. if it weren't for him, you would've been halfway to Sorgan by now. organising that trip took you weeks. now you're going to have to spend a few more weeks doing it all again to find another ship to stow away on.

"are there any more bounty hunters following you?" the Mandalorian asks.

"not ones that are under the impression that i'm dead." you deadpanned.

you decided it was best to go back to your hiding place. only, it's going to take a lot longer to get there because you'll be limping all the way there.

"good." he says, following you. "then you can still get to Sorgan and we'll lay low there."

"we?" your brows furrowed as you stopped to look at him. "what do you mean 'we'?" he doesn't answer you. you're startled when you're suddenly scooped up in his arms. "Mando! put me down! i can walk!"

"no, you can't and we're not walking to my ship." he tells you. "now shut the fuck up and hang on."

you screamed when he activated his jetpack and you're both in the air.

from being chased down by bounty hunters to being abducted by a Mandalorian. yeah, this was not how you thought this day was going to go.

little did you know, it was only going to get a lot more interesting from there.

might make a part two of this at some point

[saucymalum]

Mountain Out Of A Molehill - replaced!mc au

Obey Me brothers x reader (relationships not really defined)

Word Count: 3,200

Summary: When the boys start pulling away and refuse to tell you why it only makes sense to pull away too. But when you decide to leave the Devildom will they be too late to apologize and explain?

Warning: Hella angst (happy ending bc I can't handle the sad endings), misunderstanding/miscommunication, replaced!au, my goal was that the mc wasn't a push over....idk if I succeeded

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It hadn't been long since the new exchange student had come in. Only a couple of months. A couple of months of a slow decline of your relationships with the brothers. They slowly started leaving your texts on read, only to be found an hour later in a cafe or bookstore with the new student. Mammon would ask them for help distracting Lucifer. Satan would ask for their help pranking Lucifer. Asmo would ask them for their opinion on his outfit. The ache in your chest was so strong and so heavy. At some point, it was just impossible to deny it. You had been replaced. 

It was honestly a stab to your pride looking at the fondness that poured from Lucifer's eyes when looking at them. Ironic isn't it? The avatar of pride destroying yours.

You understood, really, it's nothing new to say that when you meet someone new it's exciting. The truth is you could hardly fault them. The new student was a fast friend for you too. So you stayed back, you continued to bring Lucifer coffee in the middle of the night and pet Belphies head as he slept. But then the days got later.

6 months had passed since the new student arrived. 6 months of subtly being pushed away until you just felt numb. You'd wake up before Lucifer and leave for school before the brothers had left their rooms. You'd make it home before the brothers and if you ever wanted to leave after that? Well, you'd just have to come to terms with the fact that they weren't hounding you about where you going much anymore. On the rare occasions where one or two brothers would join it was obvious things weren’t the same. The distance was easy to see.

It's not like they were mean, far from it actually. Simply indifference sat behind their eyes. But nothing further. Levi would ask them to be player 2. Beel would share food with them. Not you. No fights over you, no conversations. You sat silently at the dinner table. No one noticed. It was like you were only roommates. That’s what hurt the most. 

You were plagued with thoughts. Haunted with the question of how the new student was so much better, because if the brothers didn’t hate you then that was the only reason. You were no longer special. 

And then the anger surfaced, a wrath that could rival Satan. You wanted to rip the door off its hinges and scream. Desperate for someone to blame. You blamed yourself, you blamed the new human student, you blamed Barbatos for never telling you the utter heartbreak you'd go through just a year after you'd met him. But ultimately you blamed the brothers, each and every one of them. 

You gave everything you had to them, heart, soul, mind, life. And not long later you’re regarded as expired food. No. You’re worse. Beel would still eat expired food. 

It took months to love them and it took months for them to trust you. A "Lowly, weak, insignificant human" they'd call you. Death is always around the corner. And just a couple of months go by for them to fall at the new student's feet. 

It got to be too much, you'd drift between Purgatory Hall and the Demon Lord's Castle. Every week, anything to not have to look at them. Simeon tried, he really did, to give you some semblance of the relationships you lost. Luke was ready to fight 7 of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. 

And thats when you decided to leave. You missed the sun rising and setting, you missed the seasons. You missed them. And two of those you could get back. If you just left the others behind. You talk to Diavolo and Barbatos and then you came up with a plan, leave Purgatory Hall, go to the Hall of Lamentation after the brothers have left, gather your things, and wait for dinner. It was a long waiting game, your heart bursting out of your chest at any unusual sound. 

Everything was packed in suitcases when you walked back down the halls, staring at the crack on the ceiling from that one time Lucifer didnt tie Mammon up right and he fell. You longed to be able to go into Lucifer's room one last time but it was long before you left when he replaced the curse not allowing you in. You walked into Lucifer's office and you just sat, breathing in the lingering scent of ancient books and stale black coffee. You looked all around longing to go back to 8 months ago, but you just wanted to go home. Hours after you packed up you found yourself back in your now empty and lifeless room. You sat in the middle of the naked bed in your bedroom, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Heart tearing into shreds, every scar that had appeared was ripping open. Salty tears overflowing your palms and dripping down your wrists. You stared at your suitcase, sat nicely in the corner waiting to roll out of the place you called home for almost 2 years. You didnt know how long you sat there or when the brothers got home, you had long dried of tears when the knocks came rapping on the old wooden bedroom door. You quickly walk into your bathroom hoping whoever it was wouldn't care enough to search further. 

"Y/N? Lucifer wants to know when youre starting dinner!"

Of course he'd send them. Too busy to ask you his damn self. Not even bothering to ask why you're home again.

They call your name one more time before turning the knob and walking in. One more strained call of your name leaves their mouth before running footsteps sound down the hall. 

They call out to Lucifer saying you left. It's cute, they almost sound panicked.

In hindsight, you probably could have used that panic of the new student as a distraction but you were exhausted. All the tears taking the energy and pulling on your eyelids. You take a moment to try to hide in the bathroom.

You could hear everything, all 7 brothers and the new students' footsteps rushing into your old bedroom.

"Where'd Y/N’s things go?" Mammon asked.

A slap sound echoed against the walls and a yelp. "Obviously, they put them in the suitcase dumbass!" Levi yells. 

Still, after everything the cruel names at Mammon make you want to resort to violence.

"Wait so Y/Ns leaving!?" Asmo almost shrieks.

"Why?" Satan asks 

The bathroom doorknob jiggles and a part of you wants to lock it with a charm but then they'll know youre in here.

Hesitant footsteps walk in and your heart sinks. 

A shakey voice calls out, "Y/N I know you’re in here please come out so we all can talk." Lucifer says.

Lucifer, avatar of pride, shaking at the thought of you leaving? No, impossible, can't be.

But maybe? His breath gets just barely shakier and you step out of hiding. Tear streaks and raw cheeks are on display. You put on a brave face but it was obvious you were hurting.

“What?” You ask, trying to seem unbothered by the intrusion but you just sounded defensive.

“What? Seriously? Do you have nothing to say to us Y/N?” 

You carefully walk around the group and clutch onto your suitcase handle, “Why should I give any of you an explanation when none of you have had a real conversation with me for months? Why should I owe any of you anything?”

"What are ya talkin' bout, Human?" Mammon asks.

You look up into his eyes and you can tell he's not happy about this decision. But they could have stopped this. It's not like you were asking them to only care about you. Or to ignore their lives. You just wanted them to see you.

You wanted Luci to check on you at night when you're studying and bring you a snack. You wanted to have a baking night with Beel where he'd eat all the batter before it even made it to the oven. You wanted Satan to read you to sleep. Or for Mammon to sit on your bed whining that studying sucks and that he shouldn't have to because of his new money-making scheme.

It's not a lot to ask for Asmo to do your makeup and have a weekly spa day like you used to. Or for Belphie to still take comfort in you and sleep on your lap during movie nights. And Levi never needs a player two these days. You wanted them to love you again.

So you’re just left, not even cast out. Just invisible. But now that they see you…you’re mad. 

It took you to almost leave and now they're upset. Almost begging for an answer.

"What am I talking about? None of you have had a genuine conversation with me in months. You all want to be around the new student but did any of you realize that I was being pushed away? Did any of you realize that you stopped caring where I went every night? I tried to talk to you about it but I just got talked over. And at one point, I just gave up. I'm not an exchange student anymore. I came back and I can leave. So I will."

 

You clench your fist around the suitcase handle so hard I might just break it.

Lucifer steps closer to you and the others stood behind him, “You can’t just leave, Y/N. You’re the human ambassador, you have a job here.”

You scoff, “Is that all you care about? How this will look on your reputation, no, on Diavolo's reputation? I should’ve expected that.” 

Lucifer's eyes widen and for a second he looks…scared? But his face quickly goes blank.

“I’ve already made arrangements with Barbatos and Diavolo for me to leave so if you think that argument with somehow persuade me you're wrong. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go.” 

“No, you can’t!” 

Your head snaps back and you see Levi pushing passed Lucifer, “You can’t leave!”

You scan his face, trying your hardest to look indifferent but you can feel it slipping. “Why?”

“We didn’t mean do! We thought you didn’t want us smothering you so we backed off. I’m so so sorry.”

There the last of your indifference goes. “What are you talking about?”

"This is my fault." All the brothers turn to face the door and reveal the exchange student. None look nearly surprised enough by this confession.

They twiddled their thumbs and look to the floor. Even though they look so small, them trying to see innocent boiled your blood just a bit.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

"Remember when we had that conversation during our studying session? How you were saying it was getting annoying to have to be guarded all the time and not have alone time?"

You tentatively nod waiting for them to continue. Satan picks at his cuticles and Beel looks oddly nervous.

"Well I told them that, and at the time I didn't know you didn't mean it. Not totally at least and then…" they trail off.

"So we gave you more privacy…and freedom," Belphie says something for the first time

You step back to look at all of them, " So you're telling me that one one-off comment I made amongst all the times I said how much I loved all of you and how you didn't need to change…made you treat me like a ghost?"

"It hurt, I think that's why we never listened…we were hurt," Beel says.

"We were all hurt." your eyes look up into Asmo’s champagne eyes," And we should've asked, especially after all you've done and all we've been through. We're so so sorry." He wraps his arms around you but you remain stiff, unsure what to think.

Asmo releases you and you see Lucifer looking at you again, “We are sorry.”

You never thought you'd see the day Lucifer actually apologized for something.

"But-what about Lucifer's door? I used to be able to get in but it won't let me in. And Levi, you never ask me to play anymore. Beel, you share your food with them, you never do that. Satan you've been asking them for help pranking Lucifer. It doesn't make sense."

Lucifer steps closer to you and you look into his beautiful crimson eyes, they soften when they meet yours. "Mammon," his eyes shift to the demon and glares, "found out that if he brings an item that means enough to you it unlocks my door."

"Like those voice unlock diaries?" You ask without remembering you’re talking to a bunch of demons. They all look at you in confusion.

"I guess I forgot to inform you, love. I've been trying to find another spell that would work but nothing does unless you want to prick a finger every time you want to enter."

You look to the others, hoping they'll explain your other questions. 

"Lucifer wouldn't suspect them, besides you said you didn't want to be involved if itd affect your relationship…and they would," Satan said.

"They've been helping me beat the level we got stuck on. You gave up but I didn't. I'd like to play it with you but it got boring." Levi grumbles.

You look to Beel, "You said I had to get better at sharing. Im trying." He whispers and…you did say that, didn't you? 

“But what about Belphie usually you sleep in my room or on me. You haven’t been? Or Mammon, you’re always distant when you would go out with me, you never hang out with me anymore. And Asmo, you never invite me over for makeovers or spa days like you used to.”

Belphie looks into your eyes sadly, “You haven’t been home for a couple of months, I sleep here a lot.”

“More like every night,” Levi grumbles.

“Mammon?” 

“If ya didn’t want to be smothered I thought you wouldn’t want me around since I’m ya know…always around.”

Asmo wraps his arms around you out of nowhere, startling you a bit but you can’t help but melt into the affection “I didn’t want to ignore you! You’re my beautiful Y/N! But they said you probably wouldn’t wanna do our spa days anymore.” 

You slowly step away, all the new information sinking in and your bones chill a bit. “You all took one comment and used it to isolate me so far to the point my heart is broken and I almost left my home. This was a misunderstanding and I know that but you all should have known better. This will not be easy to fix.”

“We’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you Y/N. “ Satan says and they all, including the exchange student, nod.

You bite your lip nervously and scan all of their eyes. "You should've asked." You hesitate for a second, “But I’ll stay if you won’t do that shit again.”

A chorus of ‘We promise's fill the room and you can feel parts of your heart pull together but it will be a while before it’s whole again.

"Does this mean I don't have ta avoid Y/N anymore?" Mammon asks.

Involuntarily your lips curl up, "No Mammon, you don't."

He lets out a groan and pulls you into his arms, "Finally! I missed ya."

He goes ridged and pulls back, quickly backtracking his words, " I-I mean not like MISSED ya just like I dont like when I can't do my job and I couldn't-"

"Mammon?" You cut him off.

"Yeah?"

"I missed you too." And pull him back into the hug before he could say more.

“Hey! We missed Y/N too!” Asmo whines and pulls me into his arms, inevitably bringing Mammon with me.

All the brothers, including the ever-composed Lucifer, join in for the hug, and for the first time in months there's laughter in the House of Lamentation.

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Mammon, Belphie, and Levi have fallen asleep on your bed, Beel was left sitting asleep on the floor after a TV marathon. Lucifer had reluctantly gone back to his office and Satan had gone back to his room with Asmo getting his beauty sleep in his room. You had called Barbatos earlier to tell him you were no longer leaving. 

You sigh as the credits roll once again and look to your bed from the desk chair your sat on. Despite the pleas from the brothers you didn't really wanna be suffocated in a cuddle pile. With no room left on your bed, you turn off the TV and head to the living room.

 Opening the doors you see the other exchange student sitting on one of the couches hunched over and clutching a mug.

Taking in a deep breath you wondered if you were mad at them or just mad at what happened. As you look at them you come to the realization it's both. They didn't have the right to speak for you and pretend for months that they were innocent every day you saw each other at school. When you would tell them the brothers were avoiding you, how much it hurt. It may have started innocently but they took advantage of it. 

With determination in your steps, you approach them and their eyes look up at you. A heavy breath leaves their lips and they almost look pitiful from the guilt in their eyes.

"Y/N… I didn't want to interrupt but I'm so sorry."

You sit in an armchair next to the couch and level with them, "You're sorry?"

They nod and you scan their face for a second, "What exactly are you sorry for?" You ask.

"I'm sorry for telling them, I know it wasn't my place."

"So you aren't sorry for pretending it wasn't your fault that they were avoiding me? You aren't sorry for telling Asmo I didn't want spa days anymore? Or taking advantage of the time they didn't spend with me?" 

They look at you shocked and frozen. They flounder for a while but you don't give them time to find an excuse.

"I don't really care why you did it. If you ever try to separate me from them again they won't take it lightly anymore and neither will I. It would benefit you to remember that they are seven of the most powerful demons and I am not just a human. We aren't friends and I do not value your company anymore. You betrayed my trust and used me. Don't do it again, this is a special opportunity so don't waste it."

You rise from your chair leaving them behind, scared and guilty. You forget about sleeping on the couch, not wanting to be around them after all your anger surfaced the more you spoke. 

As you got back to your room to see four of the boys in your room you decide that a cuddle pile sounds like exactly what you need after these past six months.

Climbing in bed Mammon wraps his arm around your waist, holding himself to your back and you grab Levi's hand. If you make any more contact you worry he may implode. You sigh and relax into the affection you so desperately missed and you can feel more of your heart piece back together.

And if in the morning you see the new student eating breakfast alone and Lucifer smirking you don't question why.

[gaycrashbandicoot]

I don't know why (actually i know exactly why) cis white gay men act like they are the face of the lgbt community or the be all and end all of the lgbt community. to some extent cis white lesbians as well. whenever someone posts anything lgbt the cis white gay men love saying "I'm gay but this doesn't apply to me" to distance themselves from us so they can be one of the normals and we are the weird freaks.

like someone posted on smth recently how a pride parade wasn't gonna go ahead in their city and a cis white gay man commented "I'm gay but I think the government should spend the money on better things" like. okay ??? its not for you.

also even more infuriatingly that Instagram account that posts news with the spongebob fish made a post saying that Joe Biden has declared trans day of visibility is on the 31st March and people are pissed bcs its the same day as Easter. which is so not a news story because Joe Biden didn't declare shit, trans day of visibility has always been the 31st March, Joe Biden didn't invent it also who the fuck cares, Easter is on a different day every year and trans ppl being visible is not gonna ruin ur Easter plans fuckheads. but anyway so many cis white gay men in the comments were like "this is so unnecessary we already have pride month" or "I'm gay but this wokeism has gone too far"

I know this is very much a foot on the ladder of privilege and automatically push other people down type shit but cis white gay men don't just have a foot on the ladder they have been on the ladder and push the rest of us down while complaining about being oppressed. not to make this the oppression Olympics and shit but cis white gay men being the most privileged queer ppl with the most rights and the most support but still being the face of the lgbt community is what leads to things like gay marriage being seen as the be all and end all of lgbt rights and pride being seen as a party rather than a protest but what a fucking nightmare all round.

[blood-injections]

Ooookay killjoy suitehearts masterpost here we go, been putting this together for a while now since everyone started posting their suitehearts stuff..

So I kinda have two versions of stories for them, i mean thats the great thing about writing and headcanons is that they can varie from story to story but anyway! this is like their main story and what I'll write if I ever get to writing a story focused on them, and varients of it will be similar with some like little changes if theyre more like background characters in something. But the two versions rn are just this main one and a slightly differing one for some other stuff in my drafts bc this main one is focused in the city bc the suitehearts are just such an underground rebel crew to me versus loud and proud killjoys in the desert, while the variation story is one where they are in the desert, or at least theyre like split between the city and desert, you'll see.

Some like basics before I get into their individual stuff, yeah they have, well mostly have their crazy looks, they're a crew of theater kids lol, not really they just have a sense of whimsy. I'll post art of each of my designs for them eventually their outfits arent as crazy because they have to like be able to fight and run and shit in them, but they stick with the colors and facepaint, because facepaint throws off facial recognition scanners so that the cameras cant track them, so they might as well have fun with it, and they turn it into part of their killjoyesque personas, the facepaint becomes them, marks them as crew and their personas kind of become characters in urban legends that everyone in the citys heard of.

ANYWAY

Dr. Benzedrine

Dr. Benzedrine? More like Mr. Medical Malpractice. Kidding. Mostly. He grew up in a wealthy family with parents that were good citizens and he always wanted to be a scientist or a doctor, to help people, and he was smart and they had money, so he was able to get into school and be just that. To learn all about science and medications and surgery and over the years he moved up the ranks, until he was one of the best surgeons in the city, and one thing about doctors, especially surgeons is that they have to be clear minded, not drugged up and foggy headed. And one thing about being good, about being a respected professional? Its like being an exterminator, you're never off the hook but the people in charge? They dont care as much about the state of your head, as long as you're loyal. So Benzedrine has benefits, and one of them is getting clean, of the decidedly mind altering stuff at least. But with clarity of mind for the first time in his life comes horrifying realization, because as a respected surgeon, he sees shit, because hes working in places that screams echo down the halls of and he can just tell that somethings wrong. He snoops and learns of re-education and of what happens to captured killjoys, interrogations and experiments and those are people and hes sickened. The more he digs the more he learns and the more he develops an intense hatred for better living and maybe he starts.. doing experiments of his own. Beause he works on a lot of respected folks, a lot of higher ups. He never botches a surgery but he starts messing with things, fucks with something while hes at the operating table, something that can't be traced back to him but that'll take the patient out in say, a couple months.

He's never disgusted by what hes doing, only finds pride in it, and maybe his hatred has twisted him but he likes himself better that way. The officials catch him snooping, though, eventually, but luckily they don't expect a thing, especially not when hes grown a master at lying. Because he's a respected doctor that has in their minds proven himself loyal, and when he bullshits his way through them finding him snooping about the lower levels of the hospital, they're nothing but happy at the fact he's grown curious about re-education, in fact they show him around, tell him all about it, their words are all propaganda and lies about how they're helping the people there, of course, but he smiles and nods along and makes comments like he agrees wholeheartedly. They say if hes interested in helping these people too, they can get him a position. He asks of he can still be the top surgeon if he takes up this position too and they say of course! As long as he doesn't overwork himself theyd be glad to have him assert himself in different fields of research.

So, he starts working with the prisoners. Because thats what they are. He sees them come in beaten up and hissing and spitting and he gets to see them grow complacent as they forget their whole lives in favor of some made up sob story and how theyll be so much happier once they're introduced back into society after their treatments. They'll only go on to be sanitation workers or office nuts at best, maybe scarecrows if they seem smart, but half of them will probably be plagued with nightmares once thyre released, broken memories trying to break through the chemical haze. They'll relapse, snap, do something drastic and they'll either be dracced or sent right back here to repeat the process all over again. Re-education isn't a complete fix, a guarantee of normalcy. It'll never be, not as long as they're just traumatizing people and praying they stay comatose long enough to get work done.

Hes there when a new batch of them come in, delinquents from the rebel underground, he learns, which flips his world upside down, theres a rebel underground? And they're apparently dangerous enough to be treated like captured killjoys. He sees these new patients come in in bonds, theres five of them captued, some silent and glaring and the others screaming until theres a needle shoved in their neck.

His new position is that of a twisted sort o psychiatrist, they gave him a whole slideshow to get ready for it. It told him to get in their heads, learn the secrets that interrogations couldnt get out and replace them with better living propaganda, until theyre nothing but smiling citizens ready to be let back into society. It's fucking brainwashing, nothing but, he fucking hates it. But they trusted him to do it and now hes here, but since he's here maybe he can help. Not brainwash these people, but help them, and if theyre really part of a rebellion, maybe if he helps them get out they'll take him with them and he can help people that probably actually need it, not just rich assholes from the center city.

Thats his plan, and it works, it takes a while to get the patients to trust him but once they do, they all get out. Sandman, Crab, and Donnie were all part of that group and its how the four meet and bond and start becoming a crew. Dr Benzedrine picks his name and quickly becomes a very valued member of the resistance because theres medics, but no professionals, let alone surgeons.

Mr. Sandman

Street kid, his parents were ritalin rats that stirred up too much trouble and got dracced when he was pretty young. He was hiding under a bed when it happened and Better Living didn't find him, but they didn't bother looking because he was a poor autistic little kid that they saw no use in. So they left him to his empty shitty little apartment in the slums. They never kicked him out, so hes luckier than most that he still had a place to sleep, but once he ran out of food he had to head to the streets, figure out how to either get food or money to survive. He learned and he grew up dealing illegal merchandise, not as low as you could stoop, but pretty low, low enough that if you're busted you could get dracced. But it kept him just afloat enough to not starve.

Illegal merchandise is stuff like outlawed music and media, cds he burned himself off the originals, cassettes, vhs. Just whatever he could get his hands on. And when he could get a signal, he'd play the stuff over the old radio equipment in his basement, making sure to scramble where the signature was coming from, because he'd definitely be dracced if they found out he was putting that stuff on air. Not like it got out of the city, bli has shit that doesn't let any signals in or out, but once in a very rare while, he'll get some faint killjoy frequencies and record whatever he can onto cassettes.

But even though he was dealing in secret and even though he didn't want to be a cog in the machine, even though he wanted to be one of those juvie halls, the rebels on the streets that you can hear hollaring at night, throwing bricks at scarecrows and running off before facial recognition gets them, he strived to get into the Better Living Academy, because it hasn't crosed his mind that he might not be stuck in battery city yet, like most people that rebel, he doesn't want to be on his streets his whole life, so he tries getting in to learn anything, even to get some shitty cubicle job, as long as it means maybe he could actually afford more than the shit slum slop he pawns for. But at he end of the day, he isn't on his pills and he knows they won't like that if they find out, and they keep turning him away anyway for his temperment, for his oddities, because he's still autistic and the bright lights and white expanse of bli spaces make his head scream and he just doesn't get half the questions they ask him and if he has his own questions, they dont explain things furthur for him.

So he gives up on that plan, whatever, at least he's still got his shit to deal out, at least he isnt drugged up like everyone else he saw in the screening rooms for the academy, all empty in the head. He can think, at least. And he has his music, he likes music.

Then he meets Horseshoe Crab, a really weird fellow who takes most of his stock for a hefty handful of carbons that'll get him along for a couple weeks, and the guys so nice he's suspicious, until their deal is interrupted by an ambush, a patrol scarecrows that must've gotten a tip about them, and Horseshoe pulls out a fucking gun, shoots the two closest ones and takes sandmans arm and has him run. At that sandmans convinced the guys not nice at all, hes just fucking crazy, but he runs away after him anyway because the guy just shot two fucking crows, he knows he'll probably live to see morning of he sticks with him. Turns out Horseshoes a juvie hall, like an actual one, not the brash gangs of kids that run around and say they are, actual juvie halls are untraceable, a solid underground, a real rebellion, well hidden from Better Livings watchful eye, its something you have to be smart enough to find and brave enough to join. And sandmans thrust right into the center of it, just a street dealer that followed a crazy guy with a gun that pulled him into a safehouse in the slums that was down a maze of dark alleys, and theres so much illegal shit inside he kind of wants to call it in just for the hefty reward he could get, but he also kind of wants to drop to his knees and worship it all. Theres books, weapons, color. And a few rough looking people that at their sudden entrance, scan them and one goes. "Dammit, Crab."

Long story short, they're members of the fucking rebellion and theres a short but terrifying debate of whether or not to shoot him, but Horseshoe defends him and it turns out the rebellion likes people that risk their lives to deal rock and roll, because he basically gets an invitation. And well, that was his real dream, the one hes had since he was a little kid, wanting to be those unapologetic rebels in the street messing with bli for shits and giggles. This is obviously more than that, but still. So he accepts, and hes thrust into the center of it all. He has to prove he can be trusted by going on so many missions or passing along packages and illegal goods, but once he's proved hes no rat hes showed the base, how to get into the rebellion underground. Its a scattered maze of random apartments that are safehouses, and then the actual underground shit, the tunnels and whole rooms and shit, the stuff from what Battery City used to be that bli just built over and forgot about.

He and Horseshoe become quick friends and he learns that crabs not just a juvie hall but a zonerunner, that he risks his life sneaking in and out of the city to deliver news and supplies to the killjoys out in the desert and vise versa. Sandman turns out to be quite useful, because hes good with computers and especially, radio equipment, since he grew up with that stuff in his basement and copying all that music and playing some over the frequencies when he could, and he fixes up their old shit and becomes the radio operator of the underground rebellion, the voice of the voiceless. He's basically the cherri cola of battery city, as in hes given the task of feeding news to the juvie halls on the streets and so he's always on the air and monolauging what is just weird poetry or random stories to any untrained ears, but while cherri colas thing is actualy just poetry, sandmans is actually speaking entirely in code that only juvie halls will be able to pick apart, because PAX AM isn't some far off station in the zones like WKIL, no, it broadcasts from inside the walls of battery city and better living could always be listening in. Did I make this his thing entirely to play into the lyric all the walls lean in to listen? Maybe.

Hes actually known as Mr Sandman now, took the codename when he became their radio operator, but the suitehearts aren't a thing yet, no, thats still a long way off. Benzedrine isn't even part of the rebellion yet. He also gets his distinct style, encuraged by the juvie halls who just like killjoys push for everyone to be an individual and fuck the citys mandates, so goth gnc bitch it is. The longer hes in the underground the more disconnected from gender he gets.

There's a raid to the underground, someone must have tipped bli off. A solid blow is dealt to the rebellion in the form of a good number of juvie halls being captured, sandman one of them. Now being some low level dealer can get you dracced, but being a real juvie hall gets you something much worse, re-education, because you have to be smart to be a rebel and have survived this long, and bli can use those smarts, as long as they tear you down to a blank slate first. Thats what re-education is, picking you apart piece by piece, drugging you up and pouring propaganda and altered history down your throat until youre a 'functioning member of society'

He's assumed dead or beyond saving from the mindfuck of re-education by the remaining rebellion, who after this bust has to move base to a different part of the city. But about six months after he was taken and the radio went silent, his voice mysteriously reappears, speaking in code about the old base, where the escaped suitehearts went back to and found abandoned as they expected it to be, but had hopes of scrounging old supplies or this, broadcasting their return.

The juvie halls find them and bring them and the radio equipment to the new base, and Mr Sandman is officially the voice of the voiceless again, now with a crew.

Eventually they get fancy tech or an antennae or something thats just strong enough to get a signal out to the zones, and theres always been a slow feed of news between the killjoys and the juvie halls via zonerunners, and the cnnectiom can still be stratchy, but now on the good days Sandman can talk directly to doctor death defying to get news out to the zones and vice versa.

Horseshoe Crab

The only sand pup of the suitehearts, grew in the zones with his dad, who was in the helium wars, but he was dusted when Crab was about eight and he went right to gravel gerties, where he stayed until he joined a group of the older kids when they left gertie to go on their own, and let him tag along even if he was the youngest of them by far. They were all crash queens and glitter brains and he put up with them for a while, but eventually drifted off on his own, and was sixteen when he forst got hired by Tommy to meet with some runners in zone one when they cane outta the walls and to help them get their supplies back to his shop. These jobs always paid well, with either his share of supplies or a handful of carbons, so he kept doing them and eventually tagged along with the runners to go in-city to the rebels there. He liked it there, oddly enough, liked meeting so many different types of rebels, because killjoys are.. killjoys. Theyre all gearheads and glitterbrains but juvie halls tend to be more serious while still having fun. They understand the risk of what they do. Killjoys are just kids with guns, they have growing up to do or things to lose before theyre level headed enoughfor Crab to feel lile he gets them.

So it becomes his thing, zonerunning, getting supplies out to Tommy's and news into the city and vise versa, he makes friends in the underground and eventually meets sandman, then gets caught with him and meets the others too. He isnt around all the time, still does runs, and takes Benzedrine in and out with him if theres someone in the zones that desperately needs a real doctor.

Donnie the Catcher

Hell of an engineer, even figures out robotics, he grew up working in a garage in the neon district, and as he got older, started helping out androids that needed repairs in secret. Its looked down upon to help androids, simce theyre not human and not seen as human, and thats what their service hubs are for, to request repairs, but he knows theres no real help there, not if they're an older model or anything other than some high ups customized pornodroid. Most droids just end up recycled in the incinerators or rusting in the streets, so he does what he can to help when they start falling apart.

He doesn't agree with bli, with how he treats these people, and when a service droid named Jenny that he's helped a handful of times invites him to the underground, because droids can be juvie halls too, theyve gotta be fukin brave to be, because where human juvie halls will be reducated or dracced, rebelling droids will just be shot for going against their programming. Donnie tells Jenny he has to stay and support his family at the garage, but if he can help out he'd be glad to as long as he can get back to the garage at the end of the day. Thats how he becomes a juvie hall. One day down the line he heads to the base and he was there for maybe a half hour when the raid happened and he was captured with the others. He was newer than sandman and crab and had never really crossed paths with them since he didnt spend a whole lot of time in the underground, so hes meeting them for the first time when theyre brought in for re-education. He was one of the ones that stayed quiet and glared, mostly worried about Jenny, that they were there and maybe caught in the raid, becaue she may be all metal but they totally kissed a couple times.

When they all escape he becomes a full time resident in the underground, knowing he can never go back to the garage a fugitive. But not seeing his family is better than the alternative of having been reducated and torn apart at the seams. Besides, once he's got the suitehearts, they're all inseparable.

That's it, once they're a crew, all their experiences and skills combined, they're a unique group for sure. Sandman and Crab already have their own looks and weird relstionships with gender, but Donnie and Benz have never put much thought into the individuality stuff, Benz a slave to Better Living his whole life and Donnie focused on working and surviving. Eventually they find their weird styles, colors theyre fond of as a fuck you to bli, and then the facepaint, it marks them as a crew and as people ready to fight for their cause. Anyway what if I said Donnie transfem she/he(and yes. rocking the beard) :3

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As for the second version, its mostly the same, its just like.. the zones version for stories where they know they fab four. They're all younger and they're basically split between the city and the zones. Their backstories are pretty much the same except Benzedrine got out before he was even really a surgeon, hes still a damn good doctor though, and Sandman left to be a killjoy instead of sticking around the underground. Crabs still a zonerunner that gets Benz in and out to help people and when hes in the desert he bunks with sandman in his concession stand turned weird little trailer in the outskirts of zone two. And Donnies zoneborn too instead of Mrs androidfucker in the city, shes Sandman's good friend and mechanic when he gets into racing at the crash track. They're all good friends and still very much a crew, theyre based out of he zones, Benz too, theyre just still a bit spread out at times when someone in the underground needs help.

Ugh man is there anything missing idk well if there is I guess I can add it later. Okay the end 👍

[noirofhyrule]

Have a tea?

Hell yeah I'm back

Time to post sum cringe

WARNINGS: I'm so cringe I'm sorry I don't have a beta reader to stop me to do this bullshit. The title doesn't even make sense on the writing lol Fluff asf. Little mention of nsfw stuff at the end. Do you want a next part with nsfw? Bc I will

The calm of the night enveloped them in a soft embrace, where they both watched the sky shine. The moon bathed them with its faint and mysterious light, illuminating that place that now meant so much to them. 

Ghost remained silent, immersed in his thoughts, his eyes lost in the stars that populated the night sky. He sighed deeply, It was too beautiful a night now that he thought about it, for, without knowing yet how, it would end up becoming the most memorable date of their lives. 

Wynter smiled a little at seeing him like this, to lower his gaze and took a folder with some papers he already knew, where upon opening it he signed it with his pen and immediately looked at Ghost with a smile. “Here”. She handed him the folder with the papers she had already signed before and he accepted them, reading what it said, signing them instantly. Wynter decided to move a little closer to him and watch Ghost, hugging his arm, leaning on his shoulder as she watched him sign the paper with the pen she had given him a couple of months ago already. 

It was a marriage certificate. They had decided to get married, although money was no problem, they didn't have enough time to have a formal wedding, they couldn't really afford it either, after all, their relationship was in secret, or almost. Perhaps the others on their team already knew about it, but they had never mentioned anything. And yet, deep down, it mattered little. What really counted was the bond in their hearts, because even if their love had to be kept secret, it was no less pure or precious. 

“For better or for worse, in sickness and in health…”

Ghost spoke as he handed her back the marriage certificate, content, crinkling his eyes slightly, it could now be her completely. 

She completed, approaching him with a dazzling smile. 

“To love and to cherish, together until death!" He smiled, taking the wedding ring box. 

Simon gently took Wynter's hand and stroked the back of her soft skin, feeling a comforting warmth. A smile tugged at his lips as he placed the ring on her ring finger, then Wynter proceeded to take the larger ring and then Simon's hand, placing the ring on it, gazing in wonder at the bliss that this simple act seemed to fill her with.

The difference in size between their hands was quite remarkable, Simon found it a peculiar grace. Wynter stroked the scars he had on his knuckles and the back of his hand from so many fights he had been in, she had always thought he had very beautiful and strong hands despite his dangerous job.

Once the two rings were on, they intertwined their hands for a moment, fiddling, making Wynter smile.

Simon looked at his now wife with eyes bright with pride. Wynter returned the look, with a heap of happiness on his face to Riley, who thought he didn't deserve it, he was happy too, and smiled beneath his mask, crinkling his eyes and sporting a grimace that the girl loved.

With restrained shyness, Wynter brought her hands up to Simon's face and brushed his cheek, caressing it gently. “You must kiss the bride," she whispered, feeling the light warmth of his mask under her thumb. 

Ghost wasn't going to lie, actually that caress had made him tense, Wynter didn't usually approach him to remove his mask, usually he was the one who took it off. Nevertheless he nodded, giving her permission. 

She smiled, carefully lifting the cloth up to see his face lovingly. For Wynter, she had always seen Ghost with the eyes of a lover, just like the first time she saw him without a mask, that time Simon felt so scared and helpless, scarred by the scars of the past, yet eager to show her his true face, he wanted to see her reaction to the scars on his face, to his messy blond hair, even his hazel eyes and slight stubble of days old beard. 

Once they managed to connect gazes, Wynter smiled at him, looking at his face, keeping it tucked away in her most selfish memories and thoughts where she knew his beautiful face. 

He contemplated her eyes narrowed in a smile, the small mole on her chin, and eventually, her lips. “Finally can do this”.

He reached up to cup her cheek with his huge hand, gently pulling her close and kissing her. It was a different kind of kiss. The first kiss that felt each other's lips, without a mask to separate them, full of love and passion, where they knew they could face any difficulty together. 

And that is how they both managed to overcome their fears, being now husband and wife. Simon was no longer afraid of being able to love, to raise a family or to feel loved.

Wynter could help him heal, become human again. 

The kiss continued between them, never having experienced such a craving for mutual need, body heat that quickly became addictive as their skins rubbed together. Simon's hands began to run up and down Wynter's body, caressing her body, learning about her figure, looking for the places that made her sigh, and the places that made her feel comfortable with him. 

“Simon…” she mumbled between kisses, sighing, moving her kisses up his cheek, his nose, his brow and his hundred. Simon loved to feel her soft, awkward kisses, maybe he was getting used to it, but he loved to feel spoiled by her. 

“Wynter." he answered in a deep voice, deeper than usual, with a calm tone as he caressed her waist with his thumb, delighting in her natural scent, so exquisite.

“Congratulations, you're a married man now." The girl exclaimed with a chuckle, looking at him with too much love and genuine illusion. Things that Simon thought he had lost over time.

“Congratulations Mrs. Riley," he kissed Wynter again. It was a necessity, her lips were soft and warm, feeling unable to stop himself. He adored feeling her warmth on him, unable to believe that a woman as beautiful and loving as she was could turn out to be just as bloodthirsty. 

She smiled a little blushing at being called Mrs. Riley, it was a feeling of love she couldn't imagine ever feeling. 

“Thank you so much”.

Excitedly, she looked at the small picnic they had set up and sat down a little more next to him, taking the small cake she had bought hours before. “I want to cut the cake! Do you want a slice?”

Simon nodded, as Wynter took the knife, and he calmly helped guide her hand to cut the first slice, as was customary at any wedding. 

Wynter laughed a little as she took the puff from Simon, as she did as she handed the piece of cake to him, making her giggle as he smiled a little ruefully. It was too corny for his taste, however, as long as he could see her laugh like that, he could get used to it. 

They settled on the floor, lying together under the blanket. Wynter leaned against Simon's shoulder, and he wrapped her in his arms. There was no darkness or loneliness that could keep them apart anymore; just the warmth of their bodies pressed together and the night breeze caressing their faces, as close to each other as their hearts.

They talked and exchanged laughter, promises and kisses under the moonlight, savoring the happiness of this union that, only a few hours ago, seemed impossible. Their hands intertwined naturally, and eventually, their lips, but Wynter shivered from the cold. 

“You're freezing" Simon said, taking off his sweatshirt so he could give it to her, "I don't want you to catch a cold on our wedding night”. 

Wynter chuckled, stepping aside to look at him. “Always such a gentleman with me, aren't you?” He joked, sometimes Simon was so gentle that he forgot how they shouted at each other on the battlefield.

He just smiled, kissing her forehead. He took her in his arms and carried her to the truck they had arrived in, but not before returning for the picnic things. 

Once they reached the base, Simon put his Ghost mask back on, stealing a kiss from Wynter first. 

“Hey!" Wynter let out a laugh and took his hand to pull him towards her so she could kiss him again, albeit with his mask on. “It's not fair, I wanted to feel more of you”.

“That can be fixed”. He gently stroked her hair, it was obvious they weren't done with the night.

“What are you mea-oh-...” A heavy blush painted Wynter's cheeks as she now knew what he was referring to, looking slightly away.

Simon held his breath, watching her. He knew she reciprocated, however, they had never crossed that line. Perhaps her nerves had gotten the better of her at the last instant. 

After a long silence, Wynter turned her face toward him. Her cheeks burned, her eyes shone with emotion. “Yes," she whispered at last, squeezing his hand tightly.

[distant-velleity]

In Return

Summary: How quickly a month flies by -- it's already White Day. Word count: 800+ A/N: Sequel to this, this one makes more sense with the context of that one. I didn't write the AzuDavi one bc I'm. Admittedly tired and this one's already the length of that with just two buuuut. I had these two pre-written so here you go!! I love writing silly cute stuff it's wonderful. Enjoy <33

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[I]

When Ace finally makes it to the secluded part of the hedge maze as instructed, he finds Yu waiting there already—sitting with arms and legs crossed, a bouquet of origami flowers in one hand. With the chocolate pastries waiting on the table beside him, if someone had said the TA had been a noblewoman fond of teatime in a past life, Ace would have believed them in a heartbeat.

“You never cut me any slack, do ya?” Ace asks, dry but light-hearted. He doesn’t even need to ask what’s going on—he’d be an idiot to not recognize the date and connect the dots.

Yu just shrugs. “I wasn’t gonna do this in front of all our friends.”

“So putting me on a wild goose chase through the Heartslabyul maze was better?”

“Would you believe me if I said this was all done out of spite for waking me up at the asscrack of dawn on Val— Promise Day?”

“You’re short and all your rage is compressed into just 160 centimeters,” says Ace with a shit-eating grin, “so I could believe that.”

He almost doesn’t catch the paper bouquet before it can smack him in the chest.

“You suck,” Yu declares, but Ace can tell he’s trying and failing to hide his own smile. “I spent a whole month overthinking this, and you act like that? Dude. That’s no way to treat your valentine.”

It’s a term Ace has only become familiar with through Yu’s explanations of his home world, but hearing it—your valentine, isn’t that something—fills him with a weird, jittery sort of pride. Not that he’d ever admit to it, because he’d never live down the excited butterflies in his stomach.

He doesn’t stop grinning. “Sorry, not sorry. Anything I can do to make up for it?”

Yu makes a show of pretending to think about it, then sits down in his chair with a self-satisfied smirk (for once, Ace is willing to concede this to Octavinelle—their scheming habits look good on the TA). “Well. It’d really suck if I had to eat all these pastries by myself…”

“You know me, I’m never gonna turn down food or my favorite TA.” Before Yu can say your only TA, and before he can think it through, Ace boldly concludes with, “Guess it’s a date now.”

He’s not sure which of them turns more red after that comment, or which of them digs into a handmade pastry faster to pretend that wasn’t just said aloud.

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[II]

Let it be known that Chrysos has rarely experienced being jumped from behind. Even as a “human,” very few people at Night Raven College have the audacity to mess with him, which means that he can enjoy moments on its campus in peace—like right now, reading on a bench in the courtyard. 

So, it is a relatively new experience for him to suddenly feel warmth against his back, and arms loosely draped over his shoulder in a hug. 

He almost gasps. “Wha—”

“Surprise,” says a very familiar voice—Chrysos would know, he knows every little inflection and lilt of it by heart—that reverberates from the owner’s chest and through him. “You didn’t think I’d forget about answering your Promise Day gift, did you?”

Santiago rests his chin on the top of Chrysos’ head as he dangles a little box in front of him. It’s the most physically affectionate he’s been in, well, ever—but Chrysos finds that he doesn’t mind at all.

Chrysos sighs in resignation, although in reality, he’s starting to feel elated. “It’d better be something practical, at least. I don’t want to be like Housewarden Ashengrotto, staring dreamily at a vase of enchanted roses on his desk all day…”

When Santiago snickers, he remembers that it was supposed to be a secret, but—whatever. It’s not as if he spilled the identity of Azul’s admirer (or rather, Azul’s admired). 

“Trust me, it’s very practical.” Santiago lets Chrysos take the box—it’s pure white, with a green company logo on the corner of the lid. Fitting for White Day. 

“I don’t trust that for a second,” Chrysos retorts playfully, and then opens the box to be instantly greeted with the aroma of both coffee and something more soothing.

“Cool, yeah? I arranged to have ‘em sent to school—they’re specialty sweets from my hometown,” boasts Santiago. There’s a smile evident in his voice, which takes on the rise in pitch it usually does when he’s genuinely eager. “There’s the famous coffee ones, ‘cause you haven’t lived until you’ve had those, and then I also got you some drops that should be easy on your throat. Since, y’know.”

Chrysos decides the gift might be very practical after all, if only for his insides. “…T—Thanks, Santiago.”

“Well, I’m just repaying what you gave me on Promise Day~ Aren’t you all about paying back debts?” And then Santiago has the temerity to laugh, music to Chrysos’ ears as it reverberates through him again.

…He’s starting to get why Azul has been acting so visibly lovey-dovey.

[hoochieblues]

I love Eurovision season because I always learn things. This year, it's Moldovan-Romanian folklore.

Moldova's entry, Soarele și Luna, is heavily influenced by Miorița, a poem/ballad/pillar of Romanian-old Moldavian folklore that goes back to the 1700s in its written form but probably goes back earlier.

Balada Miorița tells the story of three shepherds: a Moldovan, and a Wallachian and a Transylvanian who, jealous of the Moldovan, conspire to kill him.

The Moldovan's prized sheep Miorița (lit. little ewe), warns him - but the shepherd doesn't plan to fight back or escape. (Presumably bc shepherding in the Carpathians traditionally involved transhumance and living outdoors for months so... where's he gonna go?)

Instead, the shepherd asks Miorița to hide his death from the other sheep - and from his family - and to tell them instead that he went into the forest to marry a princess, with the sun, moon, and mountains standing as witnesses:

Soarele şi luna / Mi-au ţinut cununa. [...] Preoţi, munţii mari. The Sun and Moon came down / to hold my wedding crown [...] The priests were the mountains high

(note: I'm working from some really sketchy translations; very open to better resources pls.)

Anyway, the description of the wedding is not only beautiful, but a fantastic allegory for the shepherd accepting death, laying down with his fate and embracing it instead of showing fear. Reclaiming agency to protect the people he loves (and redefine his own memory) in the face of an existential threat.

Wildly out of my depth at the point I'm reading about the role the story - and particularly the symbolism/iconography of the lone shepherd - played in Romanian independence, but I'm pretty sure it was a thing. Likewise, the choice of this material as a starting point for Moldova's ESC entry is very interesting to me.

Moldova's 2022 offering, Trenuleţul, used a train as an allegory for a pro-unification message (for.. obvious geopolitical reasons, in addition to the strong pan-Balkan cultural ones detailed in the song):

Pleacă trenul! Unde eşti? Chişinău – București. The train's route is East to West Chisinau to Bucharest!

Idk if I'm now overthinking it too much (I got excited and I thought it was neat, okay?) but I just feel like the cultural overlap, the defiance and the energy of Pasha Parfeni's performance carries more symbolism than the entry is getting credit for. Unsurprising, given this is also the year of Croatian art rock political commentary via drag generalissimos and tractor-based analogies, but still.

Either way, I learned something new and found a new thing to read, and I thought it was beautiful. And that made me want to share. So... enjoy?

Iar tu de omor Să nu le spui lor. Să le spui curat Că m-am însurat Cu-o mândră crăiasă, A lumii mireasă; Că la nunta mea A căzut o stea; Soarele şi luna Mi-au ţinut cununa. Brazi şi paltinaşi I-am avut nuntaşi, Preoţi, munţii mari,

Of how I met my death, Tell them not a breath; Say I could not tarry, I have gone to marry A princess – my bride Is the whole world’s pride. At my wedding, tell How a bright star fell, Sun and moon came down To hold my bridal crown, Firs and maple trees Were my guests; my priests Were the mountains high;

(x) (x)

[streaminn]

Hihi, new anon here!

I was wondering, can u give us more lore behind the Addams family? I know that Wednesday and Morticia are Pride and Envy, but who are the other five? And why are the Addams so powerful?

-🐍

owshi is that a snake? hello there mate! gimme a sec, lemme think of smth real quick

okay, so demons have two things that make them powerful

the amount of contracts they have in the human world or their imagination

demon magic is very versatile but its limited to the user's imagination. The addams are.. unique, in mindset. So they're usually known to be the best magic users bc of this. They have their own way of learning magic that's known to be a family secret so no one really knows wtf they're doing.

now, lets talk about contracts.

Contracts is when a human or some sentient being makes a deal with a demon in exchange for a piece of soul/life force. I've already mentioned that demon baby's usually are more worthwhile to sacrifice due to amount of pure life force they take and consume but older demons can harness the life force given in their deal to help aide their magic and thus be more powerful.

Babies need it to survive but older demons see it as another way to grow powerful.

The better way to describe life force/soul is how important blood is to a person. So if taken in tiny pieces, its okay and can be regenerated but if too much is taken you'll most likely barely survive or in worse case scenarios, die.

the life force exchanged in deals usually depends in what the other person wants the demon to do. Simple tasks can maybe take a week or so of life force but making a demon use more expert magic can go from a few months to years to even lifetimes.

Gomez may not be the best with magic, but he's certainly charismatic, its not hard to swindle humans into agreeing to deals that they don't fully know the consequences off. People who seek for revenge reach out to him, they cry out for justice, for something right to be done and he answers.

Morticia is the complete opposite, her expertise with magic makes it so the richest and most powerful people in the overworld tend to seek her out for help/aide. They wish to be powerful, they want money, they seek for the more that they could've easily worked for and so they go to her.

Anyways, as for the other sins we got-

Gomez has the title of Wrath, Morticia is Envy, Fester is Lust, Pugsley is gluttony, Pubert is sloth and Wednesday is Pride. Greed is currently left unattended, no demon has yet to fight for the claim so its just left there :D

Again, all demons have a main seven sin but the seven sins are usually titles and proof that you aren't simply an ordinary high class demon

[purecantarella]

My Princess

so just a lil fic for pride month because i didnt wanna not post anything bc genuinely, its always a win when we're able to express our love openly. it's just sad that its still frowned upon by a lotta people. anyway, i hope you all enjoy!! pirate captain!moon byuli x royaly!reader disclaimer/s : not much, some blood

Your kingdom housed three types of people. You and your father, the monarchs, overseeing everything in terms of economics, civility within the premises of the land, and the needs of the people. Highest tiered people. The citizens, cogs in the inner-makings of the kingdom. Without them your father would have no one to care for or rule over.

Then there was them...the pirates.

While more often than not, they only cause mild damages to public property and are rarely around anyway, it didn't matter to you. You loathed them. You often listened to the plights of the townspeople in hopes of bettering the flourishing country your father reigned over and some pirates were on the top of their concerns.

You'd heard tales of the captain being a smooth talker and a sight to behold but you'd never had the opportunity to meet them yourself.

Until your father invited them to the palace.

"I don't understand, father. They are nothing but trouble." You reasoned while his attendants dressed him for the captain and their crew. Your father smiled warmly, dismissing those around him before he walked up to you. "It is my job to keep the peace. Coming to an amicable agreement is the only way to make sure nothing dire will occur."

He places a hand delicately on your head, stroking your hair lovingly, "You'll understand when you're queen, Y/n." You nod solemnly, before fixing the coat draped over your father's shoulders. "For now though, best foot forward...For my sake."

Now, you fully intended to be on your best behavior. But your skin crawled when one of the servants informed you and your father that the pirates have arrived at the palace step.

You and the King sat patiently in the banquet hall awaiting the arrival of your guests. It had been a while of you waiting when you leaned over to your father, boldly joking, "They've navigated oceans, you'd expect they can navigate a palace." Your father's stoic expression faltered, a small smile growing.

"Clever girl, my princess..." A silky smooth voice of a woman echoed through the grandiose room. You smoothened your posture, returning to your gaze firmly to the front of the room. In struts a pale raven-haired woman in a white, tattered shirt and a blue overcoat, hat covering her facial features. Her brown thigh-high leather boots heavily pounding on the tiled floor.

Your father arose, "It is a pleasure to meet you in the flesh captain Byul." The captain removed her hat, exposing her scared face. She offered the older man a wide smile before bowing. "Your Majesty."

'The captain is a woman' You thought quietly to yourself, your eyes lingering over the seemingly strong and rugged pirate captain. You couldn't help but observe her features, she was definitely attractive, the stories got that right at the very least.

It surprised you that she seemed incredibly sculpted compared to what you thought the pirate captain would look like. A soft clearing of the throat pulled your attention back to the woman before you. A flush coated your cheeks before your posture tensed.

A cocky smirk grew on the woman's lips. "It's an honor to be in your presence, your Majesty." The meeting is soon under way, with some crew members scowling each time your father spoke, only furthering your anger towards these pirates.

Of course, Captain Byul keeps them in line but sniggers quietly when your father begins a new talking point for peace on the land. You can't keep your eyes off her. You can't figure out if it is your distrust in the pirate or the way her dark locks sway as she moves, the way her lips look so lush, or mayhaps its the way her dark gaze falls upon you leaving your knees weak.

You shook your head, removing such sapphic thoughts from your mind. She was a woman...and a pirate at that. You couldn't let your guard down.

Later in the meeting, your father invited Captain Byul and her quartermaster, Wheein, to a ball he organized for the people to celebrate the harvest to which she happily agreed to. Before you knew it, the meeting was over and the Captain arose to bow to your father and yourself.

"Until we meet again, my lady." Byul husked making you gasp quietly, she smirked and walked away with a self-satisfied grin, her crew seemingly not as happy as she was.

Night fell quickly and the ball was soon in full swing, drinks being passed around and hearty chatter being thrown around. Usually, you'd be with the citizens, enjoying their company but you chose to sit beside your father that night.

You scowled from your place beside your father, swirling the drink you were served as you watching your father's...guest...strut about the ballroom, earning glances from other members of the court. Your blood boiled as a particular pirate captain stared and smirked at you from across the room before she continued to flirt with a flower shop keeper who giggled and pushed her shoulder playfully.

Noticing your furrowed brows, your father took your hand in his gently. You turned to face him with an affectionate yet tired smile which he returned. "Lighten up, my child. It's a party after all. Drink, eat, dance!" He said jovially, motioning for the maestro to raise the volume of the instruments. You laughed delicately before shaking your head.

Before you could get a response in, her irritatingly smooth voice caught both you and the king's attention. "Your Majesty." Captain Byul bowed dramatically, pulling her hat off her head. The scowl on your face returned as you stared at her, only making her smirk widen.

"Captain! I trust you are enjoying the pleasantries of the evening." The pirate captain nodded, looking around the well-decorated ballroom. "It has been a lovely evening, your Majesty but it does not hold a candle to the taverns." Your father chuckled softly before Byul added, "I hope to see you there one of these days."

You mustered a dry, sarcastic laugh, earning a stern look from your father. You adjusted your posture before the captain moved to turn to you, bowing to honor you. "Princess..." She offered her hand to you, awaiting your hand. You sent a harsh glare her way before your father finally intervened, "Y/n." He muttered sternly.

Reluctantly, you gave her your hand, never breaking eye contact with her. A warm feeling rushing through you as her lips made contact with the back of your hand, intense gaze falling into yours once again. It was the same gaze as the first time you'd met her earlier in the day.

You regained your composure and snatched your hand away quickly, making the captain chuckle softly, straitening her back. "I wanted to inform you personally your Majesties that the crew and I agree to your offer. On my honor, no one shall harm this kingdom and its citizens." Byul announced, the smile on her face never wavering. You sucked your teeth classlessly before retorting, "If you had any honor, captain."

Your father looked at you with a deep frown while the pirate could only laugh heartily. "You have the sharpest tongue on any lass I've come to know, my lady."

"She gets it from her mother, I apologize, Captain." Your father says offering Byul an apologetic smile. She raises her hand while shaking her head. "It is no trouble, sir. I've met many a lass who've hurt me more. But might I ask a favor in return, your Majesty?" He grins, amused, motioning for the young woman to continue.

"Might I ask your clever daughter for a dance?" Your head twisted at an astronomical level to look at the Captain who wore a wicked smile on her face before your father laughed, throwing his head back. "As you wish, Captain Byul. So long as you bring her back in one piece."

"I'd never hurt her, your Majesty."

"It's not her I'm worried about, Captain."

Byul laughs and puts her hand out for you to take. You look to your father appalled to which he nods to the pirate. You grumble curses to yourself before heavily giving your hand to Byul.

The maestro begins instructing a waltz, and the young woman bowed, honoring you yet her eyes never left yours again. The intensity of her stare alone made you blush, and that blatant fact made her very, very happy.

She takes your waist in your arms, guiding you around the ballroom. Elegantly twirling you around as you wore an indecipherable expression. Finally breaking the silence, Byul whispered, "You know you don't have to worry about my presence, Y—"

You threw daggers her way, "Princess Y/n to you, Captain."

She smiled charmingly again before tilting her head, silently conceding the argument. "My princess." She teasingly retorted making you roll your eyes. "You don't have to worry about us anymore. I assure you myself that I will not let any harm come to you and your people."

Your brows soften a little before you breath out a sigh. "If you do anything to hurt my people or my father, I will sink your boat myself." Abruptly, she dips you and her face is mere centimetres away from yours, making your breath hitch.

She lifts you up, her gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips, the grin on her face melted away, in its place was a stern expression, making your heart leap out of your chest. "I promise, my princess."

You clear your throat and flash her a nervous smile, "Good. Thank you, Captain." She nods while chuckling. "It's no trouble, my lady."

It was a surprise to nobody but you when Captain Byul began sending you missives and escorting you around town when she could. It was very obvious that there was incredibly strong connection began to form from the night of the ball.

While some elders and court members scoffed and said it was a sign of a curse entering the town when the pirates did, your father didn't really care all too much. Which silenced the voices of the disapproving townsfolk.

One day, you walked around the town, listening to the gripes of the townspeople to report to your father. A young baker in particular who say that other pirates have become more rowdy around the shops in spite of their captain's warnings. As you listened to the young man's story, you saw a familiar pirate walk out of the tavern. Your eyes perked up until you saw how distraught she seemed. You tilt your head to the side, excusing yourself from the young man you were speaking with.

You follow the pirate captain until you are near the entrance of the palace, right at the last house in the town. There you see Byul nibbling on the pad of her finger, looking out to the ocean. You shoved her shoulder gently making her turn and look at you, eyes sharp and prepared to fight.

"Calm yourself, Captain." Upon hearing your voice and seeing your face, her expression morphed into a more playful one. "My Princess." She took your hand and lay a quick kiss on the back of it. You smiled before attempting to pull your hand back to no avail as her touch lingered longer than usual. Your pulse hammered when she did before she chuckled to herself and released you. "To what do I owe the pleasure, my lady?"

"I was doing my rounds and well..." You trailed of before the captain cocked her head curiously. "...You seem troubled, captain. What seems to be the matter?" You ask cautiously to not offend or throw the young woman off.

She looks around cautiously and motioned you closer. "You see my princess..." You couldn't help the smile on your face when you heard the pet name. It started off as irritating but it has steadily grown on you. Byul notices your little smile and swoons briefly before continuing. "I've heard wind of some of my crew being unhappy with the union we've agreed on with your father..."

You both stare at each other for a moment before she finishes, "A mutiny may come to pass. And I fear for your safety." Again, she raises her head to look at you. Eyes smoldering and expression worrisome.

"Why me?" You ask confused, sure you were the only one in the line of succession but your father could always assign someone new. Byul's eyes downcast. "They know how important you are to your father, to the town..." She trails off before she reaches for your hand discreetly, "...to me."

You bit your lip before tightening your grip around the pirate's hand. "I'll be fine captain, no one will get past the guarded keep of the palace. I can assure you that much."

Rather carelessly, and in your own panic, you lean up and place your lips delicately over Byul's porcelain skin before placing a hand on her chest. The pirate's lips upturn into a wide and uncontrollable smile making you giggle before turning a heel and returning to the palace.

As you walk away, in spite of Byul's shock and butterflies, she notices one of her crew members hanging around nearby. She bites her tongue, waiting for you to be safely behind the castle gate, her hand never leaving her sword's hilt. Finally, the gates open then close upon your entering. The captain's eyes flick to where her crew member once stood to see he'd disappeared.

"That can't be good..." She mutters to herself before rushing to her ship to rally her quartermaster to see ensure you and the King's safety.

You decided to take a stroll in the gardens, think about the state of the kingdom and your increasingly unavoidable feelings for the Captain. She was kind, gentle, intelligent, and so much fun to be around. It may have crossed your mind what it would feel like to have her lips on yours but you didn't want to disappoint your father by not providing an heir, leaving the kingdom at risk of colonisation.

You simply wanted what was best for the people. In your deep thought, you didn't hear the sound of a body colliding with the ground. You look up to the sky, the very tip of Byul's pirate ship waving in the distance. Which you found odd, they weren't meant to sail until next week.

"Y/n!" Captain Byul's voice made your head turn instantly, only to see a silver blade coming your way. The pirate captain drew her own blade, narrowly saving you from getting cut. Her crew member sneered at Byul before she shoved the man onto the ground. He drops his sword and grits his teeth before the woman steps on his chest. She bore her sword in his face with a stoic expression. "Give me one reason not to kill you." Her voice was chilling.

The man is gobsmacked and sputters out incoherently. She sneers before sheathing her sword again, lifting her foot to release him. "Get out of my sight." He pushes himself off the ground before Byul turns around to make sure you were okay.

She holds your face delicately, hair a little disheveled likely from the run there. Her quartermaster following right behind. "The traitors have been rounded up Captain."

Byul nodded, not letting her eye stray from you. "Round them on the ship, we put them to trial in the morning." She said quickly before Wheein nodded and left you two alone, not before quipping, "And I am unharmed as well by the way, Byuli. Thanks for asking."

It wasn't long until you two were alone. "I didn't think they'd attack today. My humblest apologize, my princess." There it was again, and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably before you lay your forehead on hers, nuzzling your nose against Byul's. "It wasn't your fault, Byul."

"That's the first time you've ever said my name, Princess..." She noted, the brightness on her face growing tenfold.

The moment would have lasted forever until she heard it. The familiar cocking of a gun. Byul's eyes shot open and immediately she turned to see the man she'd just faced off with. "Traitorous, princess loving bitch!"

She moved quickly, the bullet grazing her shoulder, making her grunt in pain before she drew her sword and bolted forward. "Graaah!"

Byul grunted before the metal clanged together, in her haste though she was unable to create enough momentum to overpower him, giving him the upper hand. He stood over Byul, swinging his sword to meet her leg making her howl in pain.

She drops her blade before the now-ex crewmate kicks it foolishly in your direction. The shock you felt immediately wears off as you pick up the sword and look at the distracted man. Flinching as his fist collided with the young woman's cheek harshly. "I always knew you'd be too weak to be captain. Too naive. Too fucking lustful."

You carelessly thrust the blade forward, breaking the skin of the man's arm. He falls to the side, wailing and cursing at you. "You sapphic, evil, bitch! You will not get away with this!"

"Just did." You retort before pulling Byul onto your shoulder and drag her into the gardener's shed for safety. You prop her up against the wall before barricading the both of you to ensure both your safety. You pant and attempt to center yourself before you remember that Byul is injured.

You hastily look around for a clean rag which to your luck there was one. She grunts as you press the bleeding wound with a cloth hastily and rather indelicately. "Maybe be a little gentler with that, I just got slashed open." Byul jokingly reminded but her jovial tone of voice shifted as she saw you stifling your sobs while tending to her wound.

"Hey, hey, hey, what're these tears, lovely?" You shook your head, wiping your tears back with the sleeve of your dress. She adjusts herself, groaning softly to which a panicked expression grows on your face. Her hand gently falls onto your cheek, stroking away the tears falling when the realization hits her. Byul's expression softens as you finally allow the tears to flow freely. "You're alright...no one's going to hurt you, princess..."

You shook your head, pulling her hat off her head before brushing Byul's hair back tenderly as you wiped some of the blood off of her forehead. You released a breathe you'd been holding. "Never put yourself at risk like that for me..."

The captain smiled and took your hand in hers, pressing her chapped lips to each knuckle, delicately stroking the back of your hand. "I would put my life on the line for you in every instance I could, my princess." You released a laugh gently while tears fell.

Your mind begged you not to do it, you were the princess, the heir to the throne. But you could no longer hold back with Byul's lips so close to yours, looking so irresistible. The distance finally dawning on the pirate captain, her pale cheeks flushed but she tried to maintain her composure.

"What's going on in that pretty little mind...?" You rolled your eyes before taking her cheeks in your hands gently as to not hurt her and pressing your lips onto hers. The taste of rum lingering on her tongue, making you smile into the kiss. You pull away to see Byul with her eyes closed, panic starts to fill you.

"Shit did I kill her?" Her eyes shot open and let out a soft gasp before bursting into fits of laughter. "I got the princess to cuss! Yeeee-agh!" You pressed the cloth over her wound down a little harder.

"You, Captain Byul, are the worst." With a dopey yet smug grin, she leans forward catching your lips between hers, it was quick but it still made your heart race unconventionally fast.

The smile grew toothier when she whispered, "And you are mine, now Princess Y/n."

i'm a little obsessed with pirates lately yall HAHAHAH im sorry but yall are gonna be on this journey with me because i want a pirate lover a lil HAHAH anyway, i hope you all enjoyed!! i hope that me thinking of moonbyul as a pirate captain was fun for you all too my lovelies HAHAH i might do a part 2 of this but we'll see, i have a shit ton pending on my list HAHAHA anyway, happy pride month everyone! i hope you all are keeping safe and i'll see you all vv soon 💖 i love you all vv much - r

[morkofday]

RAINBOW noun 1 an arch of colors vicible in the sky, caused by the refraction and dispersion of the sun's light by rain or other water droplets in the atmosphere

2 the unification of colors on a rainbow is often thought to symbolize equality because the rainbow takes all of the visible colors of light and combines them into one

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! ♥ ↳ my favorite lgbtq+ characters in thai media i've (re)watched lately insp. I II III

some thoughts under the cut!

for pride month, i wanted to make something where i could appreciate some of the amazing characters i've come to love. so here they are, and here are some of my reasons for choosing them:

1) shin (tay tawan) - 3 will be free (red - passion, action, courage) i rewatched 3wbf for the third time at the beginning of the year. it is still one of my absolute favorite thai series, simply bc of its vibe and how much i love the main trio. amongst them, shin is my soulmate. he is the calm to neo and miw's chaos, the silence and peace to their roughness and noise. he stands in the sidelines, watching his two companions do their thing and doubts his place there. seeing him end up so happy and loved by so many ppl at the end gives me so much comfort ♥

2) akk (force jiratchapong) - enchanté (orange - creativity, enthusiasm, sociability) when it comes to akk and theo, it’s very hard for me to choose a favorite. i am absolutely in love with theo bc he breaks my heart. him losing his faith to love bc of his parents hits a bit too close to home tbh. but akk... he is so precious. he is lovely, sweet, ready to give his everything at all times. he never asks anything in return. he inspires me to be a better friend by being so selfless.

3) yok (first kanaphan) - not me (yellow - happiness, curiosity, deception) not me has such an amazing mix of characters it’s hard to choose favorites. i find something to love about all of them, but yok has a special place in my heart. i adore his passion - towards his art and his studies and the fight against injustice (and even his quest to seek out dan and then to stay with him). that passion inspires me and it's wonderful to see how in the series his passion inspires others too, allowing them to grow and be better ppl.

4) dew (ohm pawat) - dew the movie (yellow green - youth, hope, eternal life) i dunno if i have ever loved one movie this much or if i ever will. there is just something about this whole story that resonates with me. and then dew as a character in the middle of it all - his kindness, his hope, his faith, his smiles. his optimism in a world painted so dark is heartbreaking but also empowering. i wish there was more of him here. i wish he got his happiness after all the suffering ♥

5) khai (off jumpol) - theory of love (green - growth, luck, materialism) i rewatched tol a little after not me finished bc i wanted to see if it still felt as wonderful. i was a bit scared it wouldn't (i have changed as a person after all) but instead, it was even better. there were many things i noticed only after knowing the whole story and all those things made me ache for both khai and third. but in the end, i once again found myself appreciating khai's journey to self discovery and self growth. he works so hard to become better - to become a better person for third but also for himself. it makes me believe that we all can change if we truly want to and that no matter how many mistakes you make, you can still earn forgiveness ♥

6) tay (us nititorn) - kinnporsche (turquoise - calmness, empathy, secrecy) we see very little of him but in every scene, tay just Shines. he is absolutely amazing and i find his understanding towards everyone, especially kinn, such a huge strength. it requires a lot of patience to handle someone like kinn as a best friend, but tay does it bc he can see good in ppl. he can see into their hearts so easily. it's something i wish i could do myself.

7) fah (mek jirakit) - sky in your heart (blue - security, honesty, depression) i find it a little funny how obsessed with mek i've been ever since watching the gifted. there is just something about his face... but to fah, then. i feel like his character was somehow tailored for me to love. he's competent beyond words but at the same time just a human disaster. he has a big heart but he's gotten it broken so he's afraid to show it to anyone anymore. he's sweet and very caring but only to certain ppl. he hides behind this asshole facade, failing at keeping it up spectacularly bc that's just not who he is. am excited to figure him out and cry more about how prince slowly manages to heal him.

8) pran (nanon korapat) - bad buddy (purple - sensitivity, mystery, wisdom) it's amusing how many of us claim that pran is us. how can we all be him? but at the same time, it's so understandable. it's the collective queer experience i suppose - even a collective teenage/young adulthood experience if we consider what pran goes through. he falls in love and gets his heart broken; then turns himself to stone but never truly succeeds. he struggles with his parents and tries to fit his own hopes and dreams into his life in a way that would satisfy them. he's insecure but also strong af, loved by many ppl but incredibly lonely inside. no one gets him bc he's afraid to share pieces of himself to them. and then there's pat who wiggles his fingers inside all of pran's tiny cracks and pulls down all of his walls and it's so wonderful. it heals me as a similar person. we all deserve that. we all deserve to be loved like that.

9) thorn (suar kritsanaphong) - you’re my sky (pink - compassion, insecurity, comfort) when i started you're my sky, i didn't really find it in myself to like thorn as someone special to me. i rarely feel like that with the main characters so it wasn't unexpected. but he grew on me in all of his selfless, kind, idealistic glory. ep 11 still lives in my mind rent free bc it finally made me understand the tragedy within thorn. he's so ready to give up everything, to chase after this one dream - but he always falls a little short. there is always one more moment to wait, one more obstacle to overcome. one more tiny piece of himself to give up bc he cannot ask anyone else to be the sacrifice either. he literally gives parts of himself away anytime someone (fah) asks for it. and somehow i see myself in that too, how i used to ache after all the pieces i had lost. it was nice to see thorn finally receive some of those pieces back ♥

thank you if you were willing to read this far! happy pride month to everyone and i hope you all know that you are loved, appreciated, and deserve all the good things in this world ♥

[giuliano-fan-account]

happy pride mont

Well I guess I could share some drawings since usually I just dogpile everything I want to say into 1 post and don’t necessarily have room for the art which is sad.

So I decided for pride month I’ll just dogpile some of my art that I haven’t shown here relating to my favorites from hxh kind of being like those 60 color packs of crayons.

I draw kind of like a crazy guy and I have a fair bit of art so I’ll make a cut off line to not clog...

Btw so I dont jumpscare you the art is of Izunavi and Giuliano, Shalnark and Chrollo, & Muherr and hehe a not canon character (In that order)

Hehe i just have some portraits of Izu for fun here not necessarily ship or anything related but I just wanted to share them Since I made them a while ago and he looks very nice:

Ok but it gets a little gay here so urm: Happy pride moth:

I made this one because I wanted them to have a happy life that I knew they could never have!!!!!!

I made this one because THEY BOTH LOOKED SO GOOFY IN THAT ONE PANEL THAT I HAD TO REMAKE IT I COULDNT DO IT

just a funny little drawing for fun that I stayed up a little too late making 1 time because these guys just kind of carry me away..

On valentines day I was having a rlly bad time a really bad day and everything and then I made these guys and everything was better 

MS PAINT BRO

I made this one in ms paint and it makes me so happy man... I have it as my background screen on my computer rn i didn’t intend for this drawing to bang so hard but also I kind of drew it intending for it to be like the only house that’s not on fire yet because that’s a song that’s perfect for these guys hear me out

I made that one at like 2 am and yes it was to this song and to me it is objectively about these guys

I guess it could be a projection bc i just wanted to squeeze that guy bc hes just so funny and silly and I love these guys and giuliano is just like me for real so it’s fine 

I care about them a lot man I even made an article on the shipping wiki for them because I uhhh I uh help I urm

I have... another one that I ALSO made an article for... and it brings me extreme distress as well as extreme joy

we have our 2nd place to Shalkuro :100:

I have a lot of art for it I’ll make a post for it one day I swear and it will be insane in length because I really need help man ... If izugiuli is my comfort ship this is the REASON why I need comfort

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I saw that trend everywhere so this is a rlly recent drawing but I made them with the barbie and ken because I... well come on... its literally perfect okay

gooberish little drawing because i was bored

THIS WAS A REDRAW OF A GOOFY GARTIC PHONE DRAWING MY FRIEND MADE SO THATS WHY IT LOOKS KIND OF STRANGE I tried my best to replicate the essence

shalkuro as teens ig comfort (I relentlessly got called gay for this one Stop jules bullying 2023) 

Im a little crazy so maybe I did make another omori hxh au and a lot of it is Shalnark in the au or Shalnark and Chrollo

Redraw of the sticker because hehe

THIS IS BASED OFF OF AN UNFINISHED FIC I HAVE thats not necessarily ship related but also is but also you can interpret it any way you want and imo it’s so cute

I’ll finish it one day.

Another ms paint art but it’s inspired off of bad apple for actually no reason other than that I think it would look cool and I went through 5 stages of hell trying to draw this but I made it out fine

God I want to talk so much about Shalkuro since Shalnark is ALSO just like me for real and I actually haven’t before on this account and it’s kind of my soundboard for talking abt whatever relating to hxh but I really think I should save it for a post of it’s own..

Anyways onto the next one its a little funny thing

I shipped my self insert with Muherr as a joke ok but now its kinda funny and I like it and I actually rlly like these drawings i made for it

dont ask why he looks drunk its a long story

I had to make this it was honestly too funny for me not too and I love it so much EXCEPT for the fact that I realized that my self insert looks so much like pariston in here

Im supposed to have dark hair but I just didnt feel like coloring it in there bc the lineart looked good enough to me

but yeah muherr x jules otp forever /j

hapy pride month whoever or whatever you are whether your gay or not!!!!

dont forget to have fun and be a kind neighborly person like me