#divider from @saradika-graphics

[chaaistained]

☕︎ my better cr; intro •°

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the recipe to my better cr ≈

name : ℳ

age (when i shift) : 17/18 — i’m planning to either shift to dec 2021 or aug 2022 , wtv my subconscious chooses

occupation : university student — double degree in law and arts, majoring in media law and craft of writing & literature, respectively

+ part time tutor for english and maths, at the same private tutoring company i went to in high school

+ (eventually) part time stock acquisition and youth advertiser at a telecommunications company near my campus which is technically a nepo hire bcs my aunt works there

+ (eventually) paid internship at the australian taxation office for the study of torts and contracts and even tho i got in genuinely bcs of my marks and my interview it also feels a little nepo bcs another aunt (a family friend) also works here.. anyway

side hobbies/hustles : blogger (tumblrina in every reality if i can help it) , tiktok + youtube cover channel with two of my high school friends , fic author (ao3 curse does NOT exist here come at me) , occasional columnist for my uni’s student newsletter

my s/o : childhood family friend — lost contact and reunited ten years later — not revealing his name apart from the first letter bcs . he’s real .. anyway it’s 𝒜

౨ৎ meet ℳ

a sun kissed cinnamon bun personified — she is the smile that blossoms between warm cheeks during the burn of a sunrise ≈

in this dr i don’t change my name, and for that reason i’ll stick to the first letter (just like my pinned post) which is ℳ.

i’m nothing more than a normal girl, waking up each day already tired but willing myself to either go to uni or work, staying up late to catch up on the hours i spend doing other things, i have a closet full of clothes and yet i have nothing to wear, i have three of the same shades of lip gloss but they’re all from different brands so ofcs they’re not the same, i just bought a new journal but i’m yet to finish the one i got four years ago, i have ink stains on the tips of my fingers and chai stains on the pages edge of the novel i’m currently reading.

i just take every day like a new pot of tea leaves, waiting to be steeped to perfection.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ the metamorphosis

with frayed edges and tear stained cheeks, she undid the binds of a life once lived, a life once loved, finding the holes to be too much to bear in the everlasting winter of the cold reality that was thrust upon her, opting to take the needle and thread between her own fingers and stitch up the seams, to reinforce the realm of her existence into one that can hold her hand rather than hold her down

quite often i approach the concept of reinvention with a quivering hand, unable to part ways from the comfort — or perhaps the codependency — of that familiarity.

but eventually i took a step back and realised, there is no shame in finding freedom in what already feels right . after all, our souls are not dependant on this realm or this body, our consciousness is an ever expanding universe on its own, and our power to wield it is something that we have grown to understand and control in a way that allows us to live the lives we truly desire.. that’s all that this dr represents for me.

a life that i truly desire.

i’m not that different here, i have the same name, the same birthday, the same family. but it would be a lie to say everything stays the same.

i do admit to changing my appearance a bit, i’m nothing if not a perfectionist and whilst i do think my features have potential, i actually reach said potential in this reality. my upbringing has been revitalised to be something that enriched me rather than keeping me sheltered. my parental unit is less overbearing and more understanding, my brother is less of a jerk and more of a friend, my family relationships are less immature and more genuine.

i revise my failures in education, i revise my anxieties around success and the fear of that success being unreachable, i revise my health, my athleticism, my willpower and the general energy i have throughout the day to achieve everything that i wish to accomplish, everything that i could not bring myself to take a step towards in my previous reality.

my passions aren’t shamed here, they are encouraged. not just with the wary caution of a simple hobby but rather as an actual proper lifestyle, a feasible choice to make for a career, a skill that is supported as something from which i can make a name for myself.

and in this growth, in this metamorphosis, i find stability and comfort in not just my family but also my friends — people that i lost contact with, people that i drifted away from, people that i couldn’t bring myself to keep close because of the shame in my own progression or lack thereof — i’m not an aspect of shame, i never was, i know what i deserve and what i’m capable of and in this reality, i am all those things.

that’s why this is home, even after i break out of the cocoon and open my eyes in a world that’s familiar, it will also be different, because i’ll be different — no longer experiencing the slow sluggish state of what once was, for i now have a marvellous symmetry of splendour that holds me high, the equilibrium of my reality, where the scales finally tipped in my favour, levelling out to be amiably sound, with every flap of a butterfly’s wing.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ sugar heart cookies

it’s an inexplicable pull, an intangible tug on the heartstrings, a firm grip, a gentle ache, a deep longing. you can’t help but feel that there is something more out there for you, that there is someone more. someone that feels less like a piece and more like a whole person. someone who won’t complete you, but will help you complete yourself. two halves of a heart leaves you vulnerable when you’re apart, but when it’s two hearts beating alongside each other, the only thing left is to hold onto you

he sat beside me in his mother’s car. we were six (me) and eight (him). he sat in the drivers seat while his mother went inside the house to pick up a few things before taking the three of us (his little sister sat in the back) to a gathering of family friends.

his mother had bought us britannia little hearts. i can still remember the minuscule sugar crystals stuck to the tips of my small fingers while i dove inside the aluminium cover every few seconds to reach for the next tiny biscuit.

he asked me where i was that day — i’d stayed home from school because i felt unwell — when i told him, his first reaction was to nag me : “you know, if you’re sick, you shouldn’t be eating these. this is pure sugar.”

“yeah but i don’t want to listen to you!” — i was .. never really good at listening to people, especially not cute boys who were a little older than me.

he always seemed a bit uptight, but i guess i forgot how much he cared. because i can’t remember what happened two years later, during my last day in my old school. i remember crying, and i remember being comforted by people. but i guess i forgot that one of those people was him. i guess i forgot that he told me “it’ll be alright. i’m sure we’ll see each other again someday.”

it took us ten years but we got there.

this time, he was upstairs, in the house that was hosting a dinner among friends. i was distracted by my brother’s antics, one foot inside the threshold past the door and one foot on the pavement outside. with a flick of my head, my gaze turned up, up past the stairs in front of the door, up to the railing on the second level, a lookout point for the entrance.

he was leaning against the railing, blue button up shirt tucked into his black jeans, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, taking a quick glance to his side before doing a double take.

the silence felt like the calm before a pattering evening of rainfall, where you can feel the change in your future from the way the air seems electrified, from the way the clouds seems to churn around each other, like they’re brewing together, ready to erupt and explode into thunder, like the way you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

he seemed familiar, he seemed important, he seemed to be everything i could ever ask for and i didn’t know why the sirens were singing in my skull but i knew in my gut he was meant to be important to me. i knew he was meant to be somebody.

it took me a second to look away, but that entire night, and every night that followed, and every day that came along with it, i can’t ever forget the sugar crystal glimmers of light in his eyes. and for every moment to come, i’ll hold the little heart biscuits of our love in the palm of my hands, because i’m not someone who listens to people very well, i don’t care if i’m not allowed, i want them . i want him.

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

this dr is very near and dear to my heart and i can’t even begin to put everything i wanna say about it into one post so .. there will be more abt this dr

it’s literally home. it’s my life.

i’m so grateful for it xx

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[cherryvanillapie]

Heeled Injury - Dr. Zayne

word count : 952

tags: female reader; not safe for work; injured reader; established relationship; if you squint, zayne's a little pervert; oral sex; female receiving; let me know if i missed anything

a/n : I'm writing on tumblr after YEARS so i've lost the hang of writing. Here's a Zayne fic as a peace offering to the fandom.

Certainly this was not how you pictured your night would turn out.

But it did.

Shakily, you let a breath out, your right leg dangling from your seat on the table, while the other is placed stiffly on Zayne’s thigh, purple and swollen.

“Wearing heels is never advisable. And it looks like a stick..” Zayne says, shaking his head in disapproval. 

“But it’s not like you don't like to see them on me.” you huff out, crossing your arms on your chest, making Zayne roll his eyes, as he pulls out the materials to dress your swollen ankle. 

Never has such a situation happened before, sure, you had your moments of injuries during your job as a hunter, but, twisting your ankle while returning from an eventful night out with Zayne.. Heels are painful on their own but his taunts for being reckless were a jab in its own way..

Zayne's expert fingers gently wrapped the bandage around your swollen foot, pain of which was forgotten well after Zayne knelt before you.

He's just helping you you breathe shakily, trying to ground yourself from any arising heat. Not that his cold-skillful fingers were of any help.

"What are you thinking about?" Zayne asked, meeting your eyes with raised eyebrows.

"What- no I'm not thinking about anything."

"You're half the noise in my life, prin-cess." he chuckled lowly. "you've gone so quiet." His fingers paused, gaze meeting yours for a moment too long, shifting the air between the two of you.

Fuck If only that nickname would help your growing arousal.

His thumb grazed over the curve of your ankle, swiftly tying the bandage.

"Zayne.." you murmured, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flicked upwards, locking with yours, the warmth in his eyes betraying his usual stoic expression.

"Are you in pain?" he asked, voice just as low as yours now, barely a whisper.

You gulped, "no.."

Zayne's fingers softly fiddled with your dress, running them over its smooth pink fabric that flows down, just below your knee.

"Such innocence," he noted in sarcasm. He knows you, knows you too well to know the shift in the atmosphere around you. He pecked your knee, maintaining eye contact. 

As if you couldn’t hold back any longer, “Zayne..” his name left your mouth like a whispered prayer, clenching the hem of your dress in your fingers. Praying that he hears your plea of needing him oh so badly. 

He hums in reply, closing his eyes to nuzzle your right leg, kisses slowly starting to lead upward towards the hem of your dress. “So needy you are..” he says, making you hmph. He gently plucks the hem from your fingers, lifting it back to reveal your drenched underwear to him. 

So hot, you think. If something can make you any more aroused, it's his breathy kisses. As if they don’t convey his own needs. It’s like a cherry on top of his handsome face and expertise in bed that comes in with medical knowledge. You let out a shaky breath

He nuzzles his face on your inner thighs, groaning to the scent of your arousal through your panties, “You smell so sweet, my darling,” he licks your inner thigh. He’s so so close to where you need him the most. 

“You’re always such a tease” he chuckled at your remark.

He pushes your panty to the side, growling and inhaling deeply at the reveal of your glistening cunt. He leans in, licking a stripe from your leaky hole to your bud, making you moan loudly, gripping the edge of the table to ground yourself. 

Kissing your clit, he closes his eyes. Taking his sweet time. He licks your clit languidly, roaming his hands freely on your body, resting and massaging your thigh. 

Your moan comes out in grunts, arching the back to the feeling of his tongue, and the sinful licky noises that have now covered the room. His mouth is not a stranger to your body, Zayne knows those curves of yours more accurately than his own pleasure. Heck, you are his pleasure. 

And oh how his noises do things to you, from those breathy kisses when he is aroused to the slurpy-licky sounds he makes when he is feasting on your cunt like a gourmet meal. 

You grab his palms to place them on your breasts, massaging them over his hands, before he takes over to thumb and pinch your hardened nipples

He’s alternating between long, languid licks and small flicks, circling his tongue around your hardened clit, before pushing his tongue in your hole to drink on your arousal liquid. 

“Zayne.. Oh god it feels so damn good,” sinful- that's what your voice has turned into. It’s a struggle between controlling your loud moans and breathing out how heavenly his tongue feels at the moment.

“S’close” you manage out a whimper in the intensity of your pleasure, cunt twitching and clenching over his tongue.  

He hums in response, kitty licking over the apex of your clit, kissing and sucking. So close and yet you thread your fingers in his hair at the thought, pulling him closer. 

At his final lick to your clit, you’re hit with white light, body twitching and convulsing from the intensity of the orgasm. Zayne’s mouth licks you through your orgasm, humming in response to the liquid that has gushed out of your pussy. 

Rubbing your back gently, he rose to his feet, immediately pulling you into a kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

“See how good you taste?” You nod in a daze, grabbing his arms for support. “I haven't had enough though,” remarking to your drunk state, he chuckles before diving back to your lips.

[hawthorne-bias]

steve rogers

fics

⦿ ivory mist [angst; fluff]

Steve and you are like the opposite poles of two magnets—drawn together no matter the distance or obstacle, always finding your way back to each other.

⦿ rosewater [fluff]

You’re the loveliest person Steve's ever seen, making him forget everything—even his own damn feet!

⦿ moonlit silver [fluff; angst]

Four times Steve and you don’t share a New Year’s kiss, and the one time you do.

⦿ cinnamon dust [fluff]

The café on West 4th Street in Manhattan is the last place Steve expects to find summer in the middle of winter. And yet, as you step inside, wrapped in too many layers with a laugh so warm and bright, Steve finds it—discovering a light in you he never knew he was missing; one he can no longer imagine living without.

⦿ honey yellow [fluff]

Steve realizes he's become too much of a distraction for you as you prepare for your test tomorrow. But surely, there’s nothing he can do to fix this, is there?

⦿ dusky pink [fluff]

Steve knows he's lucky to have you in his life. He knows he's incredibly lucky to be with you. But it isn’t until he sees you, lost in a quiet, simple moment, that he truly understands just how lucky he is.

⦿ for you, always [fluff]

Request for "5 lines of imaginary fic" game: Steve Rogers + For You, Always

incorrect quotes

[anti-rq-daves-cult]

I need some purple stamps and blinkies rn

[flowersforthemachines]

Lucanis's Logbook, 6

Relationships: Female Rook/Lucanis Word count: 3300 (oneshot, complete) Rating: General Audiences Main tags: Diary/Journal, Established Relationship, Mid-canon, Missing scene, Angst

Excerpt and summary:

We are back from Tearstone Island. Rook is gone. Davrin and Bellara are gone. I don't know what else to say.

Lucanis’s journal kept throughout the time between Rook’s disappearance at Tearstone Island and the day she’s rescued from the Fade.

[astroyosei]

［天王星］uranus moodboard

[forest-hashira]

and why do i get so nervous when i look into your eyes?

butterflies can't stop me fallin' for you

and darlin', this is more than anything i felt before

you're everything that i want, but i didn't think i'd find

yet another suguangel comm, this time from @nuppu-nuppu! their art style has been one of my favs for a while, so when she opened her comms i knew i had to jump in and get one! it's even better than i'd hoped & i am extremely grateful!! go check his art out guys 💜

[v1rtualv4mp]

˚⟡˖ ࣪" When you grow up , your heart dies . "

[smystermy]

sylus

fics

⦿ only fools do what i do [fluff; angst]

Buried in stress and endless studying, you can’t afford distractions—especially not Sylus. But when he coaxes you into a bike ride under the soft glow of sunset, you start to wonder if the world outside your textbooks is exactly what you’ve been missing—and if he belongs there, too.

[madaqueue]

QUINN, twenties, she/he/they, satoru’s one and only, dazai's begrudging soulmate, ajax's red string of fate, jjk & bsd & genshin & hsr, nsfw + dark content, 18+ MDNI

spring's song: ‘a love of some kind’ x adrianne lenker

byf | tags | selfships | m.list | library

sprouting: in your body, in his voice

blooming: fall from grace

[chaaistained]

☕︎ tea for two; gwen x barry •°

arrowverse dr — aesthetic archive [[ moodboard + desc + playlist ]]

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the teacup couple of my arrowverse dr ≈

some people look at love as a mere chemical reaction — a compounded concoction of dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin — mixed in with a couple other self imposed sensations and there you have it, the recipe for romance. simple and efficient.

gwen wasn’t entirely sure she understood what love was, her first boyfriend felt like an obligation to their shared childhood, raised only a few houses apart. barry, on the other hand, thought he knew all about love, a trauma bonded tourniquet held onto his heart when he looked at his best friend, the girl he loved his entire life, who never noticed him as anything more.

moving through life with a goal so vast and daunting, it seemed impossible, the two of them were left chasing after these desperate attempts at reconciling their past. leaving them with no time to even consider anything more for their future.

but sometimes the impossible becomes the future. sometimes the path that gets carved from bloodied, dirt ridden hands, is the very path that you are meant to lead.

what other explanation is there? how is it possible for gwen’s path to converge with barry’s when he resides halfway across the world and she crosses into his city limits in an attempt to flee a fight too far gone?

there’s no point in trying to find meaning in what has become matter, there’s no point in trying to dissect the compounds of a chemical reaction that has already erupted inside the glass beaker you have for a heart.

all they shared was a handshake and with every day that followed, gwen felt her soul thundering with every spark in barry’s eyes. and that terrified her ..

she who was deigned a weapon, a tool, an asset to clean up the mess made by those in power. she who donned the name of an animal, a beast shackled to her loyalties, bound by family and fortune. she who was deemed a rogue… how could he love somebody like her?

yet all he sees is a woman, cloaked in intrigue and elegance, harbouring a fire so fierce it renders him speechless, holding the power to literally bring him to his knees and yet he’d willingly crumble before her every time if it meant he could make her smile, hear her laugh, look into her eyes. she wasn’t just loved, she was worshipped.

and for that, barry allen was the only being on the planet who understood and respected the threat that was the tigress, enough for him to be the only one she’d listen to.

it’s polarising, a relationship between an ambush personified and the literal embodiment of sunshine, but maybe the burn of his sun is just as troubling as the comfort of her solemnity, for there can’t exist thunder without lightning.

listening to : gwen x barry — when lightning strikes ━━━━─────────────●── ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤ ↻

now playing :

၊||၊▸ glad you came — glee cast

၊||၊▸ i found — amber run

၊||၊▸ feel something — jaymes young

၊||၊▸ wonderwall — oasis [cover by zella day]

၊||၊▸ i wanna be yours — arctic monkeys

၊||၊▸ iris — the goo goo dolls the irony is acknowledged

၊||၊▸ someone to stay — vancouver sleep clinic

၊||၊▸ sweet serenity — pixie mccann

၊||၊▸ runnin’ home to you (guitar version) — grant gustin

၊||၊▸ start of time — gabrielle alpin

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

the og golden retriever nerd that i fell in love w at ten years old ahshdjdj ive had this in the drafts for ages bcs istg the only thing that takes long is the desc and yet . i smash it all out in ten mins… it’s literally just my procrastination, i’m creative enough to write smth in one sitting and yet i still hold off till the “last minute” every. single. time. so.. yeah :) anyway here you go !! a dr relationship post ib my lovely little flower bud @elysian-fawn <333 also, again, the playlist is ordered to fit the series of events of my dr hehe. and finally — THANK YOU FOR 500 !!!!!

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[kitkat13001]

𖦹⭒˚｡⋆ 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜

♡ hange’s silly little wife + ymir’s pretty girl + mikasa’s angel + sasha’s babydoll + pieck’s sweetheart ♡ 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ — 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞

⤷ ( kitty + satoru gojo )

⤷ 📼⋆.˚🎧 don’t take the money - bleachers

now we’re stuck in the storm we were born to ignore and all i got is the chance to just say i’m in love and you’ve got me, runaway…

⤷ rivals -> friends -> lovers 💋

♡ moodboard + game nights + silly sketch + ship name lore + halloween costumes + nuggets + playfighting + names + fmk + enrichment + new years + christmas + hbd + contacts + blogging + bug + pockets + stolen things + brat

⤷ tagged as ‘kitoru core ♡’

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ — 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

⤷ ( kitty + denki kaminari )

⤷ 📼⋆.˚🎧 electric love - børns

drown me (drown me) you make my heart beat like the rain. surround me (ah) hold me deep beneath your wave…

⤷ friends -> besties -> lovers 💋

♡ moodboard + hcs + halloween costumes + homework + wingman (my man) + babygirl + fmk + hero moodboards + contacts + unhand me + blogging + traitor + sweet treat + sun + corny + tattoos + claw machine + karaoke + shrimp + last fry + research paper + greek tragedy + rollerskating + present from crush!!!

⤷ tagged as ‘denkitty core ♡’

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ — 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊

⤷ ( kitty + eijirou kirishima )

⤷ 📼⋆.˚🎧 1901 - phoenix

you know it’s easy, like we did it all summer long. and i’ll be anything you ask and more…

⤷ childhood friends + mutual pining -> lovers 💋

♡ moodboard + stress relief + homework + halloween costumes + worlds worst gf + fmk + contacts + upside down + groceries

⤷ tagged as ‘kittyshima core ♡’

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ — 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

⤷ ( kitty + shoto todoroki )

⤷ 📼⋆.˚🎧 line without a hook - ricky montgomery

you’re a pond and i’m an ocean, oh all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around…

⤷ rivals -> friends -> soulmates💋

♡ moodboard + hats + kiss + hbd + tamales + that’s a big lemon… + contacts + emergency + brat + groceries

⤷ tagged as ‘todorokitty core ♡’

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ — 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

⤷ ( kitty + maki zenin )

⤷ 📼⋆.˚🎧 matilda - harry styles

you can let it go, you can start a family who will always show you love. you don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up…

⤷ friends -> roommates -> gfs 💋

♡ moodboard n aesthetic + groceries

⤷ tagged as ‘makitty core ♡’

[cepheusgalaxy]

Febuwhump day 16 — Eaten alive

I took some liberties with the concept lmao. Not as literal as it could but also not nearly as metaphorical either. Oops

CW: Dubcon blood drinking, vampire carewhumper

Totsuka knocked on the door.

“Come in,” she heard, said by a light voice laced with velvet. A voice she’d come to know all too well.

She gulped down the dread and grabbed the silver knob of the too-heavy mahogany doors, breathing in and out twice to control her quivers as she opened them.

Noa’s room was, as always, breathtaking.

As Totsuka stepped in, leaving behind the dark hall and bare feet touching soft carpet instead of the hard marble floors, a haven of pure blue revealed itself in front of her. Not only from the large bed and curtains, hanging from the nauseously tall ceiling, or from the intricate arabesques painted on every column of the walls in every shade she could imagine—but also from the blue evening sky drawing an impossible illustration behind the large open windows, mountains and the lake standing out against the golden rays of the sun starting to set and the few gray clouds lazily watching over the landscape.

In the center of all, was the owner of the chambers.

Noa Izabella was laying down with her back to the soft cerulean blankets, silky and thin hair too light and flowy to even hold any form, spread like water from a river between layers of pillows. She had her eyes closed, a leg bent over the other, a faint smile dancing on her lips. Noa took in the golden light from the candles and chandelier above them as if she was a hippo bathing idly in the sunlight.

Tot tried to stop her body from trembling. The room wasn’t nearly as warm as she’d have wanted.

Well. Not like her own was any better.

“Lily,” her voice was like cotton, soft and light. “You are late.”

She didn’t answer.

“Are you going to keep me waiting in there?”

Totsuka forced herself to take another deep breath and walk towards the bed, reaching behind the transparent curtains and sitting on it. She sank into the texture, trying not to whimper. It was so soft. God, what would she not give to touch that mattress all day long.

Noa’s hand grabbed her chin, a feline smile on her lips.

Her stomach dropped and she braced himself.

“By Bhura, you are dirty,” she scolded, brushing a bit of dirt off her cheek. Noa’s eyes trailed over her, tangled mane of hair braided a bit messy down her neck, black simple clothes the only thing she was allowed and barely hiding any of her scars. Totsuka looked away, suppressing a flinch. God, she hated it when Noa called her. “I should tell Papa to let you clean yourself every now and then.”

“Your papa wouldn’t allow me more than a shower twice a week, milady,” she replied, mocking, still avoiding Noa’s gaze. A second of silence. And then she giggled.

“Well, if that is what you think,” she mumbled, pulling Tot’s face closer to her own, noses touching. Totsuka shoved her nausea down, heat spreading over her cheeks and ears fluttering. Noa closed her eyes and drew closer.

Her other hand pulled the collar of Totsuka’s shirt away and nuzzled her face in there.

Totsuka braced herself, squeezing her eyes shut.

Pain irradiated through her body, and Totsuka felt fangs sinking deep into her neck, marking it with a sharp sting. Despiste herself, her whimpers made their way out of her mouth, crying out. Noa’s hand muffled her.

The soft fur of whatever animal she was wearing today brushed softly against Totsuka’s thin clothes when Noa leaned in closer, taking deep sips of her blood and holding Tot’s body close like a limp doll. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She bit them down.

Totsuka couldn’t move. When Noa fed like this, she could never move. All her world was focused on the single spot where her fangs met her neck and the agony that washed down her body, engulfing her like a hellish blanket or water closing around her body as she drowned—pain lacing each drop of blood that was sucked out of her body, the girl enjoying Totsuka’s whimpering and trembling form like a banquet.

Noa’s mouth pulled out. Totsuka panted, eyes having opened without her meaning them to. Her chest rose up and down, unable to control her breathing, and she felt a hand drawing comforting circles on her back.

Noa drew the hand muzzling her away, petting her hair.

Totsuka failed to suppress a sob, movement starting to return to her body. The hand still caressed her, heavy and soothing. But cold. Always cold.

“You’re so sweet,” Noa said, sounding satisfied. Happy. Totsuka shoved the envy out of her mind. Happy because of her. Her face still shoved in the crook of her neck. “I could eat you all day.”

Totsuka closed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

“And Reo?”

“Reo what?” Noa sounded confused, head turning. Totsuka felt weak, the bloodloss getting to her. She let herself melt into Noa’s embrace.

“You’re still gonna give him the... ‘privileges’, right?” She mumbled, eyes hardly open as her hand patted her head, fingers wandering between her tangled curls.

She heard a smile into Noa’s voice.

“Oh, that.” She drew her face away, lifting both hands to cup Totsuka’s cheeks. She suppressed a shiver. Noa’s eyes were sharp and beautiful—she didn’t like to admit it, but it was no use to try and deny it—staring deep into her own like a hungry tiger. Her fangs flashed behind the grin. “I never break my promises, Totsuka. You and him will get all you deserve.”

Totsuka dropped her gaze. Her vision still swayed.

Noa pulled her again, now holding her face into her own shoulder. Totsuka grunted in surprise. Noa’s short fingers traced the twin punctures on the side of Tot’s neck, taking a yelp out of her.

Shit. She bit a lip.

It hurt.

In a second, the girl’s teeth were stabbing into her again, like a needle pricking into silk.

Totsuka’s vision faded out.

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⦿ you were never a saint, and I’ve loved you all the same [fluff; angst]

Bound by duty, Y/N of Asgard and Prince Loki begin their marriage as distant strangers, caught in an uneasy alliance. But as their bond blossoms into something unexpectedly tender, relentless trials threaten to tear them apart. Can their love endure the storm, or will it crumble under the weight of fate?

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I COULD LOVE YOU VIOLENTLY, IF I LET MYSELF.

⋆˙⟡ bea! twenties! she/her! woc! jjk centric but technically multifandom :) ⟡ ˙ ⋆

⭑.ᐟ this part of the castle is forbidden to squires. please have an indicator of your age somewhere easily visible or I will block you!

⋆˙⟡ pledging yourself to me? You must take the knights’ oath first. Meet me in the castle library?⟡ ˙ ⋆

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