#girl verus

[redmelawashere]

Honestly I've been thinking a lot about the Rhaena and Nettles plots and again - understanding that the book is a historical textbook riddled with inaccuracies and should NOT be treated as canon because it IS NOT PLEASE LOOK UP HISTORICAL REVISIONISM - I think it'd be cool if Rhaena WAS Nettles. Rhaena is so desperate to prove herself especially that she, among her family, is the only Targaryen who doesn't have a dragon (considering even Daeron in Oldtown has one) and it's probably humiliating for her. I just think back to Baela's conversation with Corlys stating she is of blood and fire and it's like...of course her twin sister is the same and has that Old Valyrian longing. Even if she finally understands that Rhaneyra is trusting her with the future she wants to help whatever way she can. I think if she were to claim Sheepstealer and than adopt the pseudonym "Nettles" to not raise suspicion to Rhaneyra that she had left her two youngest siblings and the dragon eggs to fight it would actually work well with what the historical text claims. Especially as it was rumoured Nettles and Daemon had an affair, but it was never confirmed. If Daemon figures out it's Rhaena, it would make sense why he was close to her and protective since its his daughter that he wants to keep safe and how rumours would swirl. Also since it's Nettles and Daemon who hunt Aemond - think about how furious Rhaena and Baela were that Aemond claimed their mother's dragon so quickly after her horrific death. How Aemond killed her brother and betrothed, Lucerys. Rhaena deserves to have her revenge.

[kiiingsnake]

verus has another midlife crisis (i think this is his third) and cuts off all his hair

[like-butterflies-and-glitter]

i crave to be loved so badly but i am so scared of it, maybe even find myself undeserving or not capable of receiving it,

i wrote a self insert character who gets into a relationship with a character who loves so entirely with such devotion and yet find myself unable to write a story where that character does love my s/i enough, the way he has loved other characters in the past. what the hell is that about?

[impregnatedafterpostbirthdaysex]

Garth unlocked his birthright magic powers in his 1996 Tempest storyline and it's so so so good

BRO HAS A BIRTHRIGHT?!??

[strawberry-pretzels]

why does david tennant not appeal to straight people hello????

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Mallory She/Her • 30's • ♊️ 💍 🤖 • NJ • 18+ Blog Minors MDNI • AO3 🪄: Explicit Smut

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Hewllo 🧍 i bring you Jax AND THE GIRLS, he's just tagging along 👍

Ragatha is commiting crime...the crime is being veru pretty, hang in there Pomni ✋😭

[doerisgum]

live my life masterlist

synopsis : it’s been six years.. six years since you were last with and heard from the girls. you moved on, got a job as a teacher, met a wonderful person, and moved in with them. you were slowly forgetting about the girls.. but they could never forget about you. after six years of no contact they finally find you. standing on your door step looking hopeless and in love and now you’re back at square one.

warnings : angst, fluff, dark themes and topics, mature and suggestive themes.

posting : teasers for each girl and full story is tba

tagging : just comment or message if you want to be tagged <3

live my life , quietly — yu jimin.

now playing : numb by men I trust

synopsis : they called jimin a lost cause and a careless girl but you didn’t see her that way.. you thought jimin was perfect just the way she was and paid attention to every part of her. jimin never opened up to anyone but her friends and her journals.. but the way you treated her.. she practically told you everything you needed to know about her.

contains : novelist!yjm

live my life , carefree — ning yizhou

now playing : ivy by frank ocean

synopsis : yizhou.. she was someone you could easily confide in, when you were around her it was like the world just stopped for the two of you. with her, you were able to just forget about your worries and just live life. others hated that about her, they thought she didn’t care much about her present or future which is why she was so carefree.. but that wasn’t even the case with yizhou..

contains : singer!ny

live my life , addicted — kim minjeong

now playing : your guilty pleasure by henry verus

synopsis : minjeong was like an addiction… though others before told you that thinking that was toxic and your relationship with her was toxic.. you didn’t think that. minjeong was an addiction you never wanted to get rid of. always going on unplanned trips, doing things you never thought you would do before meeting her.

contains : guitarist!kmj

live my life , admiring — aeri uchinaga

now playing : reflections by the neighborhood

synopsis : aeri.. aeri was the first of the four that caught your eye, she was so genuine and well spoken. everyone adored her, but your admiration turned into more.. with her she gave more, more than you could ever wish for. you didn’t expect it but if it wasn’t for aeri you wouldn’t even know the others.

contains : photoghrapher!au

living my life feels.. surreal.

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Hair Dye- Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: chris was about to leave for the Versus tour but wanted to do something dramatic for his fans for the tour! you dye his hair and he dyes yours!

warnings: nothing :)

A/n: i was watching the video where chris dyed nicks hair and i thought it would be cute if i wrote a lil sumth based of this!

PSA: DONT STEAL MY WORK! IT BELONGS TO ME MYSELF AND I!

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Chris and I have been dating for roughly about 3 years. We had met not long after their YouTube became popular and quickly we both had made it official. Considering I was Chris’ first ‘real relationship’ because he had commitment issues and I swore off dating till college, we both moved to LA because we couldn't do long-distance.

“I can't believe we're going on fucking tour” Chris’ excitement squealed out of him as he's getting his bags ready for the Triplets ‘Verus Tour’

“What am I gonna do without you, I got this big ass house and big ass bed with no Chris to share it with,” I say sprawling in a starfish position.

“You could always invite Tara over, you two can do whatever you two do best together” he chuckles shoving some socks into a deep pocket of his suitcase.

“So drinking and partying?” I laugh out sitting up and resting my weight on my elbows.

“Please do not get drunk for over a month straight i would genuinely check you into a Rehabilitation center” Chris chuckled throwing his arms up.

“Don't worry I'll probably just chill here most of the time and eat, sleep, watch Gossip Girl for the 30th time, and occasionally go out with Tara,” I reassure him flicking my hand up and down brushing his comment off.

“I wanna do something crazy before tour,” he says as his lips curl up into a smirk.

“Like what? You guys leave in like 3 days” I adjust my body sitting up crisscross.

“I wanna dye my hair orange, 'cause you know each of us has a color for our team so like half of my outfits for tour consists of orange,” he says walking towards the bed sitting next to me.

“Chris normally I would be supportive of your impulsivity but dying your entire beautiful virgin brown hair orange? I won't support that one” i laugh running my nails through his long wavy brown locs of hair.

“Okay, maybe not my whole hair but maybe like the tips of my hair?” he says grabbing a small piece of hair and pointing at the tip of it.

“Chris it's 8 pm and no hair salon takes last-minute hair appointments and I only trust my hair stylist Hazel” I laugh sitting back and leaning my head against the headboard of the bed.

“Then why don't we do it? Walmart is still open and they have hair dye, right? I mean I've dyed Nick's hair before with the help of Maddie but how hard can it be?” he moves closer to me shooting me a smirk.

“I have dyed my hair before. Fuck it let's do it” I stand up off the bed smiling at Chris whose smirk turned into the happiest smile on his face.

We both chuckled and made our way downstairs to discover Matt and Nick giggling while looking at their phones.

“Where are you guys going?” Matt's head peaked up looking towards us.

“To get hair dye” Chris laughs and spoke before I could

“Oo Y/N what color are you dying your hair this time?” Nick shimmies his shoulders smirking.

“Well Chris wanted to do something crazy before the tour so he wanted me to dye the tips of his hair orange and I'm dying the underneath of my hair orange as well” I nervously spit out gripping Chris’ hands.

“Okay that's actually disgustingly adorable” Nick laughs out

“Well be back in like an hour” Chris and I walked out together, hand in hand, and made our way to my car.

We're currently sitting in the car, cruising down the road on our way to the nearby Walmart laughing at the possible situations that could happen.

“Are you sure you know what you're doing” Chris asks propping his feet up on the dashboard of the car.

“Chris it's gonna be fine” I reassure tapping his thigh laughing softly.

As we arrive at the Walmart parking lot, Chris steps out and stands in front of my car, his hand outstretched, waiting for me to take it as I step out of the car as we enter the store.

“What about this one?” he says “Splat is a cool name” he chuckles

“NO” I exclaim “That is one ingredient away from being fabric dye”

“Oh my god why would they make this stuff” his eyes go wide as he laughs and throws the box back on the shelf.

“Okay here, this is Manic Panic, Nick used it when he dyed his hair, it's pretty good” I say holding two jars of the dye.

“Okay, so how much do we need?” Chris gives his little sassy side eye when he's confused which happens to be a lot of times when I have to over-explain myself.

“Well you don't have a lot of hair to cover and since I'm only dying the back of my hair and maybe my money pieces then maybe two” my voice raises with question.

“Two it is” He nodded and smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he reached for the hair dye. As he took my hand, a rush of warmth spread through me, and we made our way to the register together to check out.

The car ride home was filled with laughter and comfortability within each other. In the 3 years, we've been together, I can't remember a single time where we had ‘small talk’ or ‘chit chat’ we could always talk about something big or small for hours. It was always one of the things I loved about Chris, he was a yapper but we could always bounce back and forth with nonsense.

As we entered the house, we couldn't contain our laughter and giggles, our voices echoing through the halls as we made our way inside.

“Why are you two so disgustingly cute” Nick spits smiling at both of us.

“You acting like we're a new couple” Chris chuckled.

“No, but still so sickening how cute you guys are together even after 3 years of watching you two be together” Nick shrugs popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

With a chuckle, Chris leads me into the bathroom we both share. “Do you want me to use one of my old shirts to cover up with?” he asks leaning against the counter “We can just share the shirt too”

“Do you even own a shirt you don't care about?” I softly laughed.

“You know how many wife beaters I own, why question anything” he throws his hands up in defense laughing as he grabs a black tank top from his room and quickly swaps his shirt out.

“Okay sit between my legs” I smile up at him as he nods and sits Indian style between my legs.

“So how does hair dye work? Like what makes the color stay? Who invented it?” he questions as I start to apply the dye on the tips of his hair blending it out to create an ombre effect.

“Chris I'm not sure about any of those questions i just know that I use it, and I hope this will come out, or else Hazel is gonna be really mad at me” I chuckle out.

“So you don't know how it works? Or who invited it?” he leans his head back facing me as his big blue doe eyes stare at me.

I smile but lightly push his head back down to dye the back and the bottom of his hair. “You know I don't always know the answer to everything, I may always be right about most things but it ain't nothing to just go on Google and type it in,” I say softly laughing

“I know but why use Google when I have a super-smart girlfriend” he shrugs his shoulders smiling.

I carefully completed the styling of his hair, ensuring that I covered all the sections he wanted dyed and coated them with a vibrant orange color.

“Now we wait 45 minutes” I smile helping him up off the floor.

“YOUR TURN” he squeals holding his hands out for me. “Now you can sit between my legs” he smirks moving his shoulders.

“WAIT, let me section my hair because I don't want my whole hair orange,” I stand up go to the mirror and section my hair in a ‘Halo’ hairstyle. “okay here you go just dye the parts that aren’t in the bun up here” I smile sitting back between his legs.

“got it” he smiles back at me beginning to rub his fingers that are coated with orange color through my hair “If I pull your hair too hard let me know” he lightly pulls my head back to look at him before giving me a little peck on my lips.

He made sure his hands were gentle through my hair and made sure it was coated on every strand and maybe even overly coated. “I'm putting a lot of dye on your hair but only to make sure it is coated properly” he smiles moving my head to the side to get the side of my hair.

“This is nice” My lips curl upwards in a smile as my body becomes relaxed. “I enjoy these little bonding moments with you”

“Oh believe me I enjoy this more” he smiles “okay turn around so I can get your shorter pieces of hair”

As I turned around to face him, I noticed his eyes brightening with excitement as he carefully applied the dye to the shorter pieces of my hair.

“Okay now we wait” he smiles sitting next to me.

I pull out my phone and get a picture of Chris and me with the wet dye in our hair so we can remember this moment. “You're so beautiful ma” he smiles at our picture. “God I'm gonna marry that woman one day,” he says pointing at the picture on my phone.

“Chris you're so corny” I softly laugh out softly pushing his shoulder.

“You're gonna miss my corny jokes when I'm gone” he raises his eyebrows smirking.

“Chris you sound like you're dying, you're just going on tour, and we're gonna face time like every night, and I'm gonna come visit you obviously” I playfully roll my eyes.

“I won't let you not visit, you're gonna visit” he softly says placing a kiss on my cheek.

After 45 minutes had passed, Chris and I carefully rinsed out the dye from our hair and then proceeded to blow dry it. Chris wouldn't stop staring at himself in the mirror touching his hair and making goofy faces at himself.

“God we look fuckable” he smirks at me in the mirror.

“Christopher Owen” my jaw goes slack as the words come out of his mouth.

“I'm being honest we look hella good right now” he smiles “WE NEED TO POST THIS ON INSTA” he pulls out his phone taking a couple of pictures of us with our hair.

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Christophersturniolo: Tour ready 🧡

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Nicolassturniolo: YALL ARE SO CUTE ITS SICKENING

Matthewsturniolo: i would give you the menu but yall already ate

> Matthewsturniolo: i don’t know why i said that..

Sturnioloteam: #theverustour

LuvY/N: we fuckable

> christophersturniolo: oh but it’s okay if you say it ✋😧🤚

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A/N PART 2: PLS IGNORE THE FACT THAT THE PICS ARE RED AND NOT ORANGE I COULD FIND ANY ON PINTREST LOL ALSO SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY IVE HAD ZERO MOTIVATION BUT I

LOVE YALL AND I HOPE YALL HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT/EVENING!

[theyanderespecialist]

Striker's Moxxie Girl (Headcanons) Yandere Striker X Female Moxxie Reader (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter, this one was requested from Tumblr. It is Yandere Striker with Reader who is in the place of a female Moxxie. The Headcanons for it! I hope that you all enjoy it, also at the time of posting this! I hope you all have a great holiday! 

(Disclaimer: Reader is taking the place of Moxxie and is Female so she/her pronouns. Striker is not yandere for any Moxxie in canon and is not yandere in general. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for and Shipping characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

Thanks!] 

-Yandere Headcanons With Striker X Female Moxxie Reader- 

.Striker at first was taken back by the wee little lady you were. 

.He wanted to say you were vermin, but man were you a cute as can be vermin. 

.He fell for you right away and wanted to show off to you how strong he could be. 

.Though it came off as him being an asshole. 

.He hates your wife, Millie, she is NOT good enough for you, and he wants to kill her. 

.When he first choked you it turn him on, you were just so damn little and he could crush you, the power he had over you made him want to fuck right then and there. 

.Of course, that whore Millie had to get in the way. 

.He was not going to kill you because he planned to come back for you. 

.When you went up against him he was angry you were rejecting him and he swore he would have you. 

.Mark his words, he would have his darling little lady. 

.Later when he meets you again this time he is going to kill Mildred or try to. 

.He is pissed at himself that he missed. 

.He is even more pissed that he had to run away without you his darling future wife. 

.But he will not stop he will make you his wife and have you. It is just a matter of time. 

.Striker is the type of yandere that starts as confident, calm, cool, and collected. 

.He knows that he is the best choice for you and that you and he would be an unstoppable husband and wife duo. 

Of course, you are being a VERU disobedient future wife, so when he does get you. 

.He is going to have to break you like a horse and build you back up into the perfect wife and partner in crime. 

.Although each time he loses you he becomes more and more unhinged and unstable. 

.He is only a few loses away from snapping, breaking into your home, killing your wife, and fucking you next to her corpse. (Let's hope it does not come to that...) 

.He would be the yandere to snap very much so. 

.He will kill anyone who gets in his way. 

.When he does confess to you, it will most likely be when you are kidnapped. 

.He most likely will make you go into Stockholm syndrome. 

.Possibly even putting a baby in you. To keep you in line and under his thumb. 

.He would love to kill with you, but the idea of you being a housewife and doing as told is a nice thought to him too. 

.It could go either way with you being his partner or staying home as a housewife. 

.He is the type of yandere that KNOWS he is the best and knows EVERYONE Else is not good enough for you. 

.So if you were to lower your standards and let yourself be with others he would have to punish you. 

.You are the ONLY One good enough for him, so that makes you his and his alone. 

.He is also a very controlling and demanding yandere. 

.As well as very possessive in the way he feels like he owns you, and that you have to do what he says when he says. 

.He also may or may not be a bit sexist. 

.The one thing for sure, you are his darling and you do not get a choice. 

"Come here, Darling, y` better be a good girl, or I have to punish ya~" -Stirker

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got another one done, I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins! BYE!!!] 

[ancientcharm]

Commodus: The end of an Era. "The reign of Commodus marked the end of the Golden Age and the beginning of the Age of Rusty Iron." Cassius Dio

Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus was born on August 31, 161. Curiously, he was born on the same day and month as 'Caligula', the first assassinated Roman emperor. Commodus was the first emperor to be born the son of the reigning emperor Marcus Aurelius.

Marcus Aurelius and Lucius Verus ruled together in perfect cooperation for eight years. Verus fought against the Parthians who had threatening to take Syria and Armenia. Returned to Rome and had his triumphal parade without knowing that he and his legions were carrying a virus that arose in the war zone. The plague spread throughout the empire and was the deadliest in Roman history. In 169 Lucius Verus died due this plague.

The boy Commodus

In 172, at age of 11, he received, in the presence of the army in Germania, the title Germanicus (a victory tittle). He participated alongside his father in several battles.

175. His mother, Empress Faustina the Younger, died of natural causes in Cappadocia where she accompanied her husband. On the same year Commodus entered the College of Pontiffs, which was the starting point of his public career.

176. Marcus Aurelius granted him the position of Imperator, and the following year the title Augustus.

In January of 177, at the age of 15 , he became the youngest consul in the history of the Empire.

178. At age of 16 married to Bruttia Crispina, a very rich 13 year old girl from a family close to the imperial Domus since the time of emperor Hadrian.

March 17, 180, Marcus Aurelius died of natural causes and Commodus became sole emperor at the age of 18.

His first measure was to sign peace treaties both with Germanic tribes and some rebellious people of Britannia. This was frowned upon by his contemporaries, but modern historians agree that it was the only good action he ever took during his entire reign.

About his sister.

Lucilla had been co-empress and held the title Augusta along with her mother when she married the co-emperor Lucius Verus. Following Verus' death, Marcus Aurelius married her to senator Tiberius Pompeianus, a man of humble origins and without ambitions. In this way she lost the privileged position that she had.

In the winter of 181-182 Lucilla with her cousins Quadratus Annianus and Ummidia Faustina, her husband's nephew, Quintianus, and her own daughter Plautia, agreed to assassinate Commodus in the exit hallway of Flavian amphitheater (Colosseum) .The one chosen to kill was Quintianus. Incredibly, although proven, Pompeianus was completely unaware of the plot of his wife.

According to historical sources, when Quintiano saw Commodus, instead of stabbing him, slowly took out his dagger, showed it to him and said "The Senate send to you this dagger." Commodus shouted for his guard who immediately arrested him. The names of the involved were quickly known; Quintianus and Quadrato were executed. Lucilla, her daughter, and U. Faustina were sent into exile on Capri but and also executed there.

Following this event, he distanced himself from the elite and began to trust only in people of humble origins, among them Marcus Aurelius Cleander, former slave and freedman of Marcus Aurelius. In a short time he held important positions until he became the head of the Praetorian Guard.

In 187 due his wife's failure to become pregnant, banished her to Capri. 26-year-old Commodus, instead of marrying another aristocratic woman, chooses to have a concubine- Marcia, daughter of a freedwoman of co-emperor Lucius Verus.

The emperor treated her as a wife, so she had the same power and influence as an empress. It is very probable that Marcia was a Christian since she convinced Commodus to implement a pro-Christian policy, and had a close relationship with Victor I , Bishop of Rome.

Villa of the Quintilii and the rebellion of the people.

Commodus and Marcia retired to the lavish Villa of the Quintilii, whose ruins are today an archaeological site. On April of 190 the people had revolted in Rome because of famine.

There is a suspicion that the shortage of food may have been caused by the prefect of Annona (the import and free distribution of grain to the people) Papirius Dionysius who blamed Cleander.

During a horse-race in the Circus Maximus, the audience to rioted against Cleander. He escaped and managed to reach the Villa of the Quintilii to ask the emperor for help, but the mob followed him there. Commodus, fearing the fury of the people, ordered Cleander to be beheaded. He then also ordered the execution of the prefect of Annona Papirius Dionysius.

By then Commodus was already showing signs of an extreme megalomania and paranoia. The list of people executed, accused without evidence of conspiracy, including his own aunt, consuls, senators and praetorians, is endless. Those conspiracies were only in his mind.

He gave himself the title PIUS, title that the Senate had granted to his maternal grandfather the Emperor Antoninus, and ordered sculptures and busts of himself to be made representing him as Hercules.

Madness and death

In 192 changed the name of Rome to "Comodiana" and announced that a new era was approaching, he called it Saeculum Felix (Happy Century). The months also was renamed with Commodus own names and titles as well of his dynasty. Thus, the year would begin with the month Imperator followed by Caesar, Augustus, Commodus, Germanicus, Pius, Lucius, Aelius, Aurelius, etc, not even the mystical month of July was saved from this folly.

According to historical sources, he had shaved his beard, which had been in fashion since his grandfather's time, and also changed his thick curly hair for Gladiator curt hair style. Had his own games in which he fought with gladiators, who were forced to consume opium and drink wine excessively to ensure the victory of Commodus.

On December he announced that starting in the new year everything would change in Rome since the Senate wold be dismissed. Senators along with Marcia, who had had enough of Commodus, began to plan his death.

During the feast of December 31 Marcia put poison in his food, but Commodus had drunk too much and vomited immediately, so he ended the party and ordered that his bath be prepared.

Senators made Plan B; They sent a freedman named Narcissus, who "because of his size and strength he did not need to hide daggers or swords, his hands were enough." Narcissus found Commodus in the bathtub, and strangled him. Other sources say he drowned him in the bathtub. Be that as it may, 31 years old Commodus never saw his long-awaited new year.

On January 1, 193, Praetorian Guard auctioned the throne to the highest bidder; The final price was stipulated at 25,000 sesterces per soldier. Pertinax bought the position of emperor but on March he was also murdered. Then Didius Julianus ruled for a few days. Finally, that same year, the winner of the civil war Septimius Severus became the first emperor originally from the province of Africa. Born in Leptis Magna (in modern Libya) was of Berber and Punic origin, and with his wife Julia Domna, a young noblewoman born in Syria and Arab origin, they created the Severan Dynasty.

Commodus was not wrong when he said that from that year on everything would change in Rome.

Emperor Septimius Severus ( 193-211 )

[seiless]

Man, BG3 fell onto my head like a month ago and ever since I’ve noticed it popping up everywhere. Excited to see you here on top of it.

As for requests, I don’t have anything specific. Just… just hook me up with the *softest* domestic Gale writing a girl could ask for. Please and thanks :)

(We love domestic Gale in this house!!!)

“Hold still.”

“I can assure you my love, I am as still as a marble statue.”

“And yet you speak, which suggests movement…and you keep tilting your head back and forth.” He grinned softly,  a breath of a laugh escaping him when he felt your fingers weave further into his hair. “Laughter counts too, Gale!”

“Forgive me. I shall become the very definition of stillness for you, right…now.” He sucked in a deep breath and held it, doing his absolute best to remain frozen in place. He could hear the smile in your voice, feeling you tug at his hair again.

“If you hold your breath, you’ll die, idiot. Come now!” You shook your head, “You’re allowed to breathe, just do it without, you know, moving. It’s hard enough to keep count of which strand folds over which…”

“Have you considered asking Shadowheart or Halsin for help in this endeavor? I’m certain they would be more than willing to assist in this endeavor.”

“Yes, but I do not want to touch their hair.” You continued, gently twisting the three strands together in your hands, sending gentle tingles along his scalp.

“Why ever not?”

“Because I want to touch you.” He hummed softly, already knowing the answer. “And you’ve got much more patience for me when I pull too hard or snag a tangle.”

“I can assure you if it were anyone else, I would be equally impatient. But there is something about you whenever you end up tugging my hair a bit too- agh!”

“Sorry…”

“-A bit too roughly.” He finished with a chuckle, tilting his chin up to look at you. “Perhaps in a different context than styling practice.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You pecked his forehead, “Now face forward; I’m almost done with this one.”

“This one?”

“You thought you’d be able to escape with just one braid? It’s not practice if we stop after the first one! We’ve got to finish a dozen of these, at least!”

“A-a dozen?”

“Rest assured, you will be compensated generously.” You giggled, tugging gently on his braid.

“Hmm…I’m afraid I’ll need a few more details. The ambiguity of that promise has me more wary than intrigued.”

“Fair enough. For every braid, I’ll add an hour.”

“An hour for…?”

“For every braid, I’ll add…an hour.”

“My darling, I’m afraid you’ll need to elaborate on what exactly you’re adding an hour t- oh.” He paused suddenly, a warmth spreading across his cheeks. “...I see.”

“I thought you might.” You giggled softly, your fingers brushing against his ear and sending a delightful shiver down his spine.

“Veru well- install as many braids as you wish. More, in fact, if you think you can handle such a challenge.”

“Trust me,” You tugged on the braid you nearly finished, making his head jerk back, “I can handle it.”

The rest of the afternoon was an amusing back and forth between the two, swapping between humor and flirting as your practice continued.

It was no simple feat, but eventually you perfected his braids,...which made it fitting he wmight get a proper reward promptly afterwards.

A fine trade, indeed.

[infernalodie]

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 || 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚

“𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰“

Inspo: Henry Verus - WHOEVER BEAM - SUNDOWN Ft. Justin Bieber

Pairing: Olivia Colomar “Sombra” x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: No matter who you spent nights with, you would always hold a special spot in your heart for her...

Warnings: Angst, Smut, thigh riding, Sub!Sombra, Dom!reader, praise kink, and fluff.

Words: 1570

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

It wasn’t ideal for you to be living in a cold apartment in Detroit. Neither was it for you to sleep with a gun beside your bed. Nothing about your living situation was ideally how you wanted it. You didn’t want to have Overwatch on speed dial if you felt the tiniest bit anxious. You didn’t want to have to look over your shoulder when you left the office. None of this wasn’t what you wanted, but it was how it needed to be. Not by choice, but by force.

Olivia had her reasons for putting you up in a shitty apartment, but you knew it was because of her work. And although she never said it to your face, she wouldn’t dare put a target on your back. Talon wouldn’t hesitate to use you as leverage and create a liability out of you. Forcing her to do whatever they asked and never hesitate. She wouldn’t ever admit to it, but you knew and hated her for it. Among other things.

But the moon hung enough that it seemed to make the stars pop, brightening the sky to your liking. With a cold cup of Whiskey clasped between your palms, you enjoyed the little things available to you. Being cut off from being able to make actual connections, the moon was your only friend nowadays, and his company was always welcomed.

Yet, you were never really alone. From the hidden cameras in the living room and kitchen, Olivia was always keeping an eye on you. But it didn’t bother you as much as you’d think it would. Always glancing up at one and giving it a faint smile before continuing about your business. You don’t know if she watched the feed extensively or just occasionally checked in. If she did, she hadn’t said anything about the women you had brought home. And if she did, she couldn’t do anything because the two of you were done either way and if she wanted to lock you up in an apartment, you were allowed to release some tension.

And with the knowledge of always feeling watched by the woman and being locked up in this apartment for almost 6 months, you could say you’ve taken notice of your surroundings. So, when you hear the sliding door to the balcony slightly open, you hum. “Olivia, you don’t need to hide.”

There was a small pause before you saw in the corner of your eye a purple flash where the girl’s figure was revealed. Instead of her operative clothes, she wore a tank top and jeans. Purple sleeves gave a glow into the late night as she leaned against the frame. Hair slightly astray from likely another night of tireless work. “How did you know it was me, amor?”

Taking a sip of your Whiskey, you stood to your feet. Olivia couldn’t help her eyes from running up your tall figure. You hadn’t gotten out of your work clothes yet. Black slacks with your black button-up with the two top buttons undone. Sleeves rolled up revealing your dark skinned forearms and hands that she stared at a moment longer than needed.

“3 years, ‘Liv,” you muttered, leaning against the railing. “3 years gives me knowledge most are too blind to see.”

Olivia hummed, reminded of the time you two had spent together. Although it wasn’t ever brought up between the two of you, those years were the brightest she experienced. Maybe it was because she was able to call someone hers or was able to find a warm set of arms to hold her after a long day of work. She could also say it was your willingness to date her despite her job, finding ways to balance your guys’ life so the two of you could continue to love each other. But at that time, she didn’t need to be concerned if Talon would dive deep into her personal life. Of course, that changed with the more reputation she gained in the organization and the more people got suspicious about her wanting to get time off. Which had resulted in the downfall of the relationship and her placing you in this apartment.

You couldn’t blame her for it though. The decision came from a place of love. “And did those 3 years teach you how to joder a esas putas?” A smile twitched on your face, looking over your shoulder at the woman who wore a tiny pout and an annoyed look on her face.

So, she had been watching you extensively.

Licking your lips, you shrugged. “Not really. I just fuck them the way that you always liked it,” you stated, smiling wickedly at the woman. “Turns out, they really fucking like it.”

At that point, she knew what you were doing. Seeking a reaction out of her for entertainment or something else. And as much as she didn’t want to give in, you had her wrapped around your finger. The strings of her heart tangled with yours in an irreversible knot. You had a cause-and-effect aspect pinned to her and no matter the distance or time away, you affected her with everything you did. So, her reaction to this statement was likely to happen.

Walking up to you, she gently turned you around so your back was to the railing. Staring down at the girl who glared up at you. “But did they ever make you feel good, Y/n?” She inquired, fingers hooking to the belt loops and pulling your waist forward. Planting a firm foot between hers, you tilted your head and invited her closer with a simple nod.

Taking the invitation, Olivia inhaled sharply when your strong thigh met her neglected cunt. Even though layers of fabric divided her from the sweet serenity, she would take the friction for everything she could. Looking up at you with those same old purple orbs of hers that could be masked as innocent. But the thing was Olivia was a trickster. “Sombra” was always appearing on the outside from her tech wiz to her mischievous acts.

Placing your glass down, both your hand held her face with you slowly pressing your lips to hers. And it felt like everything shifted and fell into place. Connecting like and intertwining like thread around thumbtacks or puzzle pieces. Because it felt like you were back in an apartment in Mexico with the scent of freshly brewed coffee blossoming in the air. The warm essence from Olivia’s skin invades your senses beautifully. And when her lips moved with yours, her tongue fighting for some sort of dominance, and your guys’ teeth clashing, it all felt right.

Her hips slowly rocked against your thigh, moaning against your lips. You pulled only a breath away, wanting to hear her whimper as you lifted your leg slightly, applying more pressure to her cunt. And you were rewarded by her whines. A smirk formed on your face as you watched her face twist and contort in pleasure. The fingers that had been hooked in your belt loops now grasped your shirt tightly in desperation.

“Mierda.” She breathed heavier, her body overwhelmed with heat as that knot in the pit of her stomach became more apparent to her senses. Olivia wasn’t sure if you were planning on giving her more, but if you weren’t she was more than willing to fall apart on your thigh.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” Your hands fell to her hips, helping guide her. “Such a good girl for me, Sombra.”

The use of her alias sent shivers down her spine, forgetting the guide your hands provided and grinding harder against your leg. Face nestling in the crook of your neck where her moans and whimpers found their place. And her warm breath against your ebony skin was something that you missed just as much as her entirely. 6 months of loneliness and the reminder that she wasn’t yours anymore had hurt. But having her now, being given the blissful sense of completion made this better.

Her breaths became choked and stuttered with her hips rocking with abandonment. “You gonna come for me, love?” Her whine was all the confirmation you need to raise your leg a little higher, applying the extra pressure needed for the woman. “Come for me. Be a good girl and come.”

On command, she did so and let out a cry. Her metallic nails dug through your shirt and into your skin nicely. The way she quivered against you, hips stuttering in their thrusts and legs wobbling beneath her was something you dearly missed seeing. And when she leaned into your body, you held her close, helping her find the ground after the high.

Pressing your lips to her temple and keeping them there for a few moments before you said, “Whoever enters my life Olivia, I’ll always still love you, baby.” Pulling away, you looked down at the criminal to find her lips curled in a tired smile with those beautiful purple eyes staring up at you. The essence of purity found within them that brought you back to the moments the two of you first started dating. Pure joy and love were found within her gaze. It was something special.

Smiling, you pushed a few rogue strands from her eyes and held her cheek. She leaned into the warmth, eyes flickering shut. “You own my heart forever.”

[justletitgoandlivelife]

||: Thick thighs save lives. :||

"I wanna see you without any clothes on

That body's dangerous letting you to show it off

Give it to me right, girl, can't go all night, girl

I wanna see what you're made of (my boyfriend's gonna flip his shit)

I won't tell, I won't tell and you won't either"

~ Your Guilty Pleasure - Henry Verus ~

[livewellpsa]

OOMPA LOOMPAS TAKE NOTES LIKE WIZARDS FROM THE 1300’S!

this is an intro post except.. i dont jnow how to do these kinda thangs LMAO

hi my name is cheese(slice) or nessie or tragedy or mori or archivist or any character I remind you of (PLEASE) or any nicknames you wanna call me i actually genuinely dont care spit yo shit bro!

guess my pronouns. (YES I AM DEAD SERIOUS)

interests: arcadekitten games, scp foundation, backrooms, spooky’s jumpscare mansion, medieval execution methods, inscryption, every horror game ever probably, devotion, detention, object shows, rain world, angel hare, twf, the tangi virus, vita carnis, the smile tapes, urban legends, myths, analogue horror in general, socialstuck/cloutchase, guidestuck, beary the hatchet, racheldrawsthis games, ddlc, little shop of horrors, subway midnight, bonnies bakery, yttd, deathsitter, ghost eyes, tangle tower, hhh blah blah blah there’s more but iiii…cant list them all SOS im into too mnay things!

music: dogbite, mommy long legs, the scary jokes, machinery of the human heart, self, weird al, that handsome devil, MOOK, brn1ng brain sound industries, bo burnham (i do not tolerate his actions), fiona apple, jhariah, vane lily, riproducer, wolf alice, the spook school, black dresses, caravan palace, lil mariko, of montreal, slipknot, any classical music, mother mother, rory in early 20s, goreshit (dont tolerate either), tv girl, ajj, poppy, will wood, they might be giants, jack off jill, babymetal, rio romeo, weatherday, the stupendium, afain theres more but im not listing allat i listen to too much music

i. misspell stuff a lot AND TEND TO USE ALL CAPS LIKE THIS i am not shouting at you i just get very veru excited very very easily And sometimes I capitalise Random words like This because jts pretty fun :^3 also k am a :^) :^( :^D :^3 user

dni basic criteria

IM MAGNIFICUS FROM INSCRYPTION AND PROFESSOR POINTER FROM TANGLE TOWER’S WIFE!!!

im also the archivist from inscryption trust

oooo you wanna be friends ekth me sooo bad oo o o oooooo /nf (feel free to medsage me, :^D)

[cakesandfail]

aaaaaay would you have any decent urban fantasy recs? I find search results for it filled with paranormal ramance which is very much not my thing

Lol yeah I also run into that problem a lot. Nothing wrong with paranormal romance for people who enjoy it, I just don't care for the type of vampire boyfriend who is literally just some (terrible) guy.

Anyway.

The first thing that comes to mind is Rivers of London- magical crime procedurals, set in London and written by someone who has actually lived there, heavily influenced by Terry Pratchett (who exists in-universe- the protagonist is canonically a fan)

The Greta Helsing books do have a minor element of paranormal romance, but it's not the focus at all- they're the medical equivalent of the Rivers of London books tbh, with a protagonist who provides healthcare for the undead.

I have read a grand total of one (1) Alex Verus novel, so I can't really make a super strong recommendation yet, but I did enjoy it enough for the second one to be in my TBR pile right now.

(This list is becoming very London-centric, sorry. I live just a little way up the Thames and I think it's done something to my brain.)

If you want something historical or with some nods to 19th-century classics, the Extraordinary Adventures of the Athena Club trilogy is worth a try. In short: Victorian monster girls solve crimes. Sometimes Carmilla is there to be everyone's cool gay aunt.

My last rec for this evening is the Fetch Phillips books by Luke Arnold, aka John Silver from Black Sails. These are also pretty clearly influenced by Discworld, but like, specifically those bits in Guards Guards where Vimes is accidentally channeling noir detectives.