#going back to it and looking at the tags still gives me so much serotonin :'] 💖💖 thank u all sm mwa

[beholding-moth]

posting my fav old gerry art again for repostober <3

still one of my best 2020 art tbh.... can't believe 3 years went by so fast

ID in ALT by @princess-of-purple-prose

[reidbae]

DAY 2: Drenched In You — shower sex w/dom!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: After spending some quality time with your husband, the two of you shower together to clean up. But, cleaning up isn’t the only thing that the two of you have in mind while you’re in there.

pairing: dom!husband!spencer reid x sub!fem!wife!reader

warnings/mentions: vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this), use of pet names (honey, my love, angel, baby, sweetheart), praise, fondling, titty sucking, thigh gripping

wc: 1.6k

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1

"Come on, honey. Will you please let me clean you up?" Spencer asked you with a soft smile.

You were cradled in Spencer's lap with your face buried in his chest, having just made love with him. Spencer had been asking if the two of you could get up and shower for a short while now, and while you did feel a little unclean, you were too comfy where you were to want to move even an inch.

"Mmm, but I'm so comfy here," you voiced to him, only burying your face further into his body. Spencer chuckled at your behavior, running his hand softly over your hair.

"Yeah. But you're going to feel better after you clean up, sweetheart," Spencer whispered to you as he played with your hair. "Showers can decrease one's anxiety, as it relaxes the muscles and reduces tension, relieving stress from the body as a whole," he explained.

"And, it can also increase the production of mood-improving hormones, like serotonin and norepinephrine," the genius rambled on.

You grumbled a little, because as much as you didn't want to admit it, he was probably right.

You weren't one to doubt the words of a genius, especially when that genius was your husband.

"Okay, okay," you muttered. "We can go shower."

Spencer kissed the top of your head, bringing you closer to him before getting up, with you in his arms. "There's my good girl," he praised you in a warm tone of voice.

You felt your face heat up as Spencer carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. You were already naked from your time with Spencer earlier, with him being in just his slacks.

Spencer ran the water until it was warm, then removed the rest of his clothing. You tried not to look down as he did, but your eyes weren't too fond of the idea. You skimmed over his body, biting back a smirk.

Spencer was too preoccupied with the idea of getting you clean to notice the look that you were giving him, and took you back into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his torso, laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you got into the shower together.

Spencer wasn't joking when he said he'd clean you up. He made sure to get every bit of your body, pressing kisses to your skin before washing down each area. He asked if he could wash your hair, too, to which you let him.

You closed your eyes as he rinsed conditioner out of your hair, relaxing into the affectionate manner in which he was handling you.

If there was one thing your husband was, that was just it: Husband material.

After finishing up with washing your hair, Spencer wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind as he kissed your neck. "Do you feel better now, my love?" he asked gingerly.

Your eyes were still closed as you let out a happy sigh, muttering, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

After a short while of silence, you then spoke up again as you opened your eyes. "Well—"

Spencer's eyes met yours as you tilted your head back to look at him, giving you a curious expression. "Well, what, honey?" he asked, running his hands over your torso.

"I- I'm still—Needy for you," you responded shyly, turning your face away from him.

You could see Spencer smile out of the corner of your eye, raising a hand up to tilt your chin, so you were gazing at him again. His look was loving as he rubbed his thumb under your face. "I'm always happy to please you, honey. You know that," he murmured. "No need to be shy about it."

"I- I know," you said in a timid voice. "Still, though."

Spencer shook his head and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "You're too cute, baby," he said in a sweet voice. "What do you want me to do to you, my love?"

You considered it for a second, blushing as you gazed up at the taller man. "I want to feel you again. If that's okay with you," you said, like you even had to ask for permission.

Even after years of being married to Spencer, you still felt so shy around him. It wasn't what he did, really. It was just who he was.

But Spencer had grown used to it, and he knew exactly why it was the case.

And, of course, he also knew how to handle it.

"Of course it is. I want to feel you again, too," Spencer smiled down at you, moving a piece of your own damp hair away from your face. "Can I pick you up again, angel?"

You nodded your head quicker than you meant too, causing Spencer to laugh softly. Handling you as if you would break like glass if he dropped you, Spencer took you back into his arms, to which you then interlaced your fingers behind his neck.

Warm water fell over your backside as Spencer's lips met yours, bringing you in for a soft and sensual kiss. He was incredibly slow and gentle with you, knowing that there was no need to rush a thing when the two of you were together like this.

Your hands played with his wet hair as your lips moved with his, his hands rubbing your back with a gentle touch. You could feel him smiling against your lips as he kissed you, sinking deeper into it as the time went on.

You felt the cool surface of the shower wall on your back as Spencer pushed you up to it, veiny hands gripping your thighs to hold you up. He then managed to move a hand away, now only holding you up with one. His free hand moved down just to feel his cock, that had since become hard.

You opened your eyes as water ran down your faces, gazing at him with needy eyes as you looked down. You could feel yourself growing wetter as you eyed him, and that wasn't just because of the shower.

Spencer moved his hand up and down for a few more seconds, then guided his tip to your cunt slowly. Gently, he pushed himself inside of you, and you quickly melted into the feeling that you'd been craving ever since your time together earlier.

Spencer moved his hands back down to your thighs, gripping them again as he moved himself into you, your back still pressed into the wall.

Spencer set you down to your feet, taking one of your legs into his hand and lifting it up for better access as the two of you made love. "You're so beautiful, my love," Spencer whispered.

You smiled, meeting his eyes with a needy expression. "Mmm, am not," you said in response, your brain too messy with pleasure to say much else.

"Yes, you are, baby," Spencer said, bringing his free hand up to cup one of your tits. He ran his thumb in slow circles over it and squeezed down with force, causing your head to tilt back on the wall in pleasure. "Especially when you're needy for me like this," he teased.

You only grumbled in response, allowing your eyes to close, and your body to refocus on the feeling of Spencer inside of you once more. You weren't quite sure how the taller man did it, but the hand that was fondling your breast was suddenly replaced with his mouth.

You couldn't miss the gorgeous view of your husband with his mouth full of your tit. You opened your eyes again to look at him, whimpering at the view of him bending down just to pleasure you.

Spencer's tongue swirled around your nipple as he pounded harder into you, holding your gaze as he did so. You couldn't help but moan out his name in a soft tone, muttering, "Mmm, Spence, please, keep going."

Spencer indulged you as rapidly as you had asked, his pace never slowing down.

He pulled back after a while to lean back up again, meeting your mouth in one more passionate kiss. His free hand moved down to rub your clit this time, moving in hard circles.

When Spencer heard you whine out at the new feeling, he looked at you, face still shiny with water from the shower. "You like that, huh, angel?" he asked in a teasing tone. "You like the way my fingers feel?"

You nodded, moving your lips up to kiss him with a passionate need. "So much," you whispered in response. "You have no idea how much."

"I think I have a clue," Spencer chuckled as he continued. "I like making you feel good, honey. I'll never get sick of it."

"Please don't," you groaned out.

That was the last thing you could ever want.

Spencer could feel your climax closing in after a short while, which only encouraged him to get you there quickly, so long as that was what you wanted.

Of course it was. It was what you craved, at that.

Spencer's tongue moved with yours as the both of you soon rode out your highs. You allowed both the water from the shower and pure bliss to wash over you as you reveled in the tang of Spencer's lips, the feeling of his cock, and the way he was moving his hand all at once.

You soaked Spencer's dick with your release as he filled you with his, the feeling being the final touch to fulfilling your needs when it came to having sex with Spencer.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down as Spencer lowered your leg, taking a second to relax as well. When he did, he used both hands to cup your face gingerly, and pressed soft kisses to your jaw, nose, lips, and cheeks.

You giggled as he peppered you with kisses, smiling breathlessly up at him. "Thank you," you said.

"You don't have to thank me, angel. Making you feel good makes me feel good, too," he smiled down at you. It was clear that by that, he didn't mean only in the physical sense of the phrase.

"Now, for the second time today," he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose again. "Can I get you cleaned up?"

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[roo-bastmoon]

Homage vs. Copying

So I'm not feeling super great these days, but I still dip into Jikook spaces for a quick hit of lovely serotonin and to check up on my friends. Alas, I see some folks raging in the tags that JK is stealing Jimin's original concepts because he's too stupid or lazy to come up with his own... I'm not having flashbacks to BTS' plagiarism scandal, I'm not. I have thoughts--and lots of photo examples--about this topic, under the cut. Let's get into it--and keep it civil, too.

First off--let's just establish that folks have the right to use the Jikook tag to both celebrate and critique Jikook and the fandom around Jikook. People get to write about what they want on their blogs. They get to rant, so long as no one is using hate speech and slurs. (The minute I see that shit, I quietly report.)

Clearly, folks who are angry at Jungkook (or Jimin) come into the Jikook tag because they want attention from Jikookers, and the best use of my time and energy is to self-police and block them. That way I am not infringing on their right to scream into the wind all they like, but I also don't have to hear the noise.

Second off, unless JK called any of us up and said: "Hey, guess what? After 10 years of evidence to the contrary, suddenly I'm incapable of original thought, so I just take advantage of Jiminie-hyung, whom I keep calling out and hyping up and praising and asking to spend time with and traveling with and whose style I also match in my personal life!" maaaaybe we give the benefit of the doubt, and at least entertain the possibility that Jungkook is expressing visual alignment with Jimin because he can't just openly claim him in other ways?

Like, I'm not saying that IS what's going on, because Jungkook doesn't call me up and tell me his thoughts, either. It's fine; I'm not mad. He doesn't even text Jin back. I am just saying we should maybe sit with the idea for a bit and really marinate on what that might mean for a queer couple.

(Or we could just take in things without pronouncing any opinions yet--ya know, until we get more data around Jungkook's choices and how Jimin feels about it.)

It's fine not to assume the similarities are romantic gestures; but it's also fine not to assume the worst--that JK is siphoning off Jimin like a leech. Jungkook was consulted by the Seven stylist and he got to be creative director for his Vogue shoot; he also had some say in his music videos and performance stages. He is making choices deliberately, and it makes no sense to me that he would choose to openly copy a bandmate out of laziness. He has a professional reputation to consider.

Rather, I think this is one of the few places where he has artistic license to tether a thread between him and Jimin. I think he's paying homage.

(Side note: In film and photography, an homage is an imitation of another work. At first glance, it may seem like an homage is a rip-off or a lesser copy, but it actually pays tribute to and honors the source work. Homage is a great way to use other filmmakers' styles and content to crystallize your unique voice as a filmmaker.)

So that's my currently theory about what's going on.

Yet, honestly? None of us really know WHY there's so much similarity in their looks these days. The similarities are now stacking up so much as to be undeniable, though.

Personally, I'm leaning to this being a celebration of the fact that Jikook have always shared similar tastes; it's one of the many ways they click. Jikook know that. The stylists know that. So yeah, when JK gets a chance to observe and emulate (and expound upon) Jimin's style, he does. Because Jimin is one of the coolest people in the world to him. So he shows this in his own creative work and in his own personal wardrobe.

Here's why I hold that opinion at the moment:

Could this all be the stylists choosing to recycle looks or throw bread crumbs to Jikookers? I guess.

Could this be Jungkook just borrowing from Jimin as a shortcut? I'm not sharing his brainwaves, so I can't tell you there's zero possibility.

But what seems more likely is that of all the artists in the world, Jimin is the one Jungkook has always kept his eyes on. Out of love and respect, not malice and opportunism.

Like with the 1108 and 13 numbers that THEY keep inserting into their own communications, these similarities in style is also an emerging pattern.

If you feel protective of Jimin, I understand why you'd be wary of so much similarity. But consider what we know of both Jimin and Jungkook over the past 10 years...

While neither of these human beings are perfect (and they will continue to make mistakes), they clearly love each other. And you don't steal from the people you love. But you do honor how amazing they are whenever you get the chance.

So maybe let's just hear JK out on this?

Okay, that's all the energy I have for this topic. I got deadlines and health tests to power through over the next few weeks. If you comment with your own ideas, that's cool--but please keep it respectful of Jikook and each other. I don't want to banhammer anyone but I will.

Love, Roo

PS Even if I'm not around much, you can be sure I'll buy and stream 3D, and I encourage you guys to give it a chance too! <3

[lilydoeswrite]

THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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summary: It is the 66th Hunger Games when Oceana Fontaine is reaped as tribute, and at just thirteen years old, the odds are certainly not in her favour. As much as it is seen as an honour for Oceana to represent her district in the games, it is also practically a death sentence. But Oceana knows she needs to go home and is determined to, no matter how low her chances are and with the help of her mentors, she might just do that. But if she is to win, she will have to learn where her biggest strengths start to turn into her biggest flaws and weigh her options carefully as she starts making choices that pushes her morality and the lengths she will go to for love.

tags: slow burn (finnick x oc), violence, death, canon typical violence the usual stuff when it comes to the hunger games, weapons, not sure what else

For the first time since the games started, laughter and chatter fills the air as we continue hiking up the mountain. It’s slowly getting steeper and I can tell we’re getting close to the top. It seems as though there are no more tributes on the island, which is weird as Alvise has seen most of them escape to this one. Maybe they were on the other side of the island or had moved on to the other ones. 

My lips are chapped and my throat is itching for water which I try my best to ignore, not wanting to slow the rest of the pack down. The sun is shining relentlessly on us despite it not even being midday yet, still, we continue hiking up the mountain. 

“Can someone climb up the tree and check where on the island we are?” Alvise sighs as he looks around, “maybe it’s time we went to the other side.”

“I will,” the words leave my mouth without permission or hesitation and it doesn’t take me long to realise what I have put myself in. “The others must be on the other side or maybe they’ve escaped to the other islands,” I continue saying, trying to mask my annoyance with myself as I prepare to scale the tree.

I’m perched on the branch like a hawk as I look around the arena. So this must be what it’s like to be a bird in the arena. I can see the island with the Cornucopia and the other surrounding islands– three to be exact. The other islands are all slightly different from one another– the one towards our left has meadows of flowers followed by huge hills, the one directly opposite of us has a huge mountain which peak can be seen even from here as it buries itself in the clouds, the one to our right has caves and forests. Each one of them seems to have their own benefits and dangers which haven’t been revealed yet, although the list of the potential dangers seem to be endless. I turn my head to look behind me, the rest of the island seems undiscovered but it also seems like a great place for hiding. 

“See anything?” Briar shouts. 

“No!” I shout back before climbing back down, “the rest of the island is worth exploring, though, let’s head west.”

Alvise nods and we switch directions, continuing to make our way through the woods. I’m starting to wonder when the gamemakers will throw in some twists and turns as they always do whenever the games are getting boring and now seems to be a perfect time. Briar is still in a good mood, her recent kill seemingly giving her a serotonin boost which has brought her on a high. 

The heat is horrible as we hike through the woods although, thankfully, it doesn’t get steeper. We’re on a downhill path, almost as if we’re about to return back to shore but I don’t question where Briar and Chase are leading us to as Alvise seems to have given up on keeping them to whatever plan he had. I’m starting to feel tired and weak for no reason but continue pushing on, following their lead as I walk in front of Gill who keeps a watchful eye on me. It starts to feel like forever since we had started going in an opposite direction and now silence falls upon all of us except for Briar who is still buzzing from this morning. 

Then, in the distance, the rustling of leaves can be heard and all of our attention is immediately averted towards the direction. We stay still momentarily and become quiet, trying to figure out if it was one of us or if there was another tribute present. 

“There!” Giselle shouts, sprinting as fast as she can towards the left. 

We all follow behind her, running as fast as we can. Eventually, we spot the tribute– a boy with dark brown hair who’s attempting to outrun Giselle. He’s carrying a small dagger in his hands as he runs downhill, occasionally turning around to look at us as we chase him through the forest. 

“Come here, you menace!” Giselle shouts, eventually managing to catch hold of his hood and pulls him violently, causing him to slam loudly against the forest floor. 

He scrambles to get up, barely managing to get out of Giselle’s grasp as he turns to all of us, holding his dagger as tightly as possible. “You’re all monsters! All of you!” He shouts, taking small steps backwards as Giselle and the others start to close in on him. I'm still at the back of the pack so I don’t do much except grab one of my knives just in case he chooses to attack.

“Monsters?” Giselle asks, looking back at us amused.

“Yes!” He shouts, “monsters! All of you! It’s pathetic–”

I’ll never get to finish hearing what he has to say as Giselle slashes her sword at him causing him to flinch in shock. I manage to take a look at the damage– a deep, dark cut across his leg as blood slowly seeps out of it. Terror crosses his face now as he hisses in pain, immediately setting off in a weak limp, running as fast as he possibly can with his injury. 

“Pathetic?” Giselle repeats before letting out a sarcastic laugh, running after him, “why don’t you say that again? Go on! What were you going to say?” ‘Stay away from me’ are the last words we hear before Giselle runs back towards us, rolling her eyes in annoyance. She mumbles something along the lines of ‘he’ll rot off on his own’ and how stupid he is.

“May the fittest survive,” Gill jokes as we walk down the hill. “Come on, let’s head to the other islands.”

“Yeah,” Chase nods in agreement, “not much left on this one.”

We make our way down the hill and to the shore of the island, looking around for any more tributes but don’t spot any– I have no idea where the boy Giselle had slashed is, but surely he was somewhere on the island. I squint my eyes as we step into shore, using my hand to shield my eyes from the relentless sun as I scan my surroundings and look out into the distance. The water looks welcoming as it shimmers under the reflection of the harsh light. “Where to?” I ask as I take off my jacket and pants so they wouldn’t weigh me down in the water. 

As of now, the combination of a wetsuit, pants and a jacket alongside leather boots seem not only excessive but also awful. However, it also gives me a hint that there’s more to the islands and the games itself than it seems. I manage to tie my boots to the handle of my bag and I’ve never felt as comfortable as I do now with my feet against the sand despite the fact that it’s burning hot. 

“Let’s go to the one on the left, the one with the flowers,” Briar says, pointing towards the left although Alvise shakes his head in disagreement. 

“They could be Mutts,” he tries to reason, “like in the second Quarter Quell, remember?” 

Briar sighs in agreement, throwing up both of her hands in defeat. “Whatever you say,” she rolls her eyes as she takes off her jacket. 

“On the bright side, there’s a higher chance that there are tributes hiding there,” Giselle tries to point out the positives to Briar which seems to cheer her up. It’s odd to me how much joy they receive from the mere idea of being able to take out more tributes but I brush it off. It’s about time I get used to it.

My body relaxes as I plunge into the cold water, letting out a sigh of relief as I kick my legs to stay afloat as I close my eyes for a couple seconds, wading in the water. It feels just like home, although I know it isn’t. As much as I want this to all be a terrible dream and to wake up on the day of the reaping again, I know it isn’t, so I open my eyes and start swimming to the other island. 

“I’ve missed this,” I hear Gill say as I turn my head around to where his voice is coming from. He smiles at me before splashing some water my way.

“Hey!” I groan, splashing water back at him as he lets out a laugh. 

“Come on, Oceana!” Gill is smiling, “enjoy it while you can! I know you miss the ocean.”

I have no choice but to accept that he is right. I do miss the ocean and I do miss home more than anything. More importantly, I miss being only thirteen. 

I nod my head, giving him a final splash before climbing onto shore of the unfamiliar island. I sit down on the sand, and turn behind me to admire and scan through the huge caves and hills of trees and wilderness which awaits us. As beautiful as it is, I can’t help but wonder what the island really was– what kind of Mutts or traps the Gamemakers have created. I put on my jacket and the rest of my clothing, despite my soaked wetsuit. Alvise walks around the shore and Giselle climbs the rocks nearby in an attempt to get a better view of the forest on top. 

“The cave will be useful, at least,” Briar comments, walking past me as she puts her jacket on. “Come on, Oceana!” She smiles at me as she takes my hand when I stand up. I’m not sure why she is so nice to me, and though I have every right to question it, I don’t. I smile back at her as I follow the rest of the group up towards the forest.

I doubt I can classify what I’m doing as hiking as it’s more of rock climbing without any safety equipment whatsoever as we take the fastest route up to the forest. I pull myself up and manage to safely land back on my feet where lush green trees and bushes lie ahead of us. We’re all unsure as to what to do or where to go as we gaze at the forest in front of us that is so beautiful it almost seems mystical. The leaves are painted in shades of green, flowers and berries adorning the lush bushes and trees as butterflies and birds fly by. This seems like the perfect location to place a variety of Mutts so I’m more wary of my surroundings as I follow Chase who is now leading the way. 

“Does anyone have any idea on what to do other than try to find tributes?” Chase asks, looking back at us.

“We could stay low,” Alvise suggests.

“And what good would that do?” Briar laughs, “come on, there has to be tributes somewhere here! It’ll be easier to just hunt them down and finish them off, besides what chance do they really have?”

“They’re nothing compared to us,” I say, smiling as I hope she buys my act although I know that both of us have a valid point.

A wide smile spreads across her face as she puts her arm around my shoulder, bringing me close to her. “Giselle and you are the only decent ones in this pack,” she says before shaking her head at Alvise who is giving her a glare. “What? It’s true!” She says, skipping over to Chase who is carefully examining the different paths we could possibly take. “So, where to?”

“Let’s just travel straight ahead and see where we go from there,” he shrugs and we set off again. 

I’m secretly thankful for the fact that this hill isn’t nearly as steep as the previous one and that at least I have nice views around me to admire so the hike isn’t nearly as boring as it actually is. Briar and Giselle are still buzzing, talking to one another excitedly with the occasional chime in from the others. I’m not sure what to say, so I just stay silent.

“Pathetic!” Giselle repeats what the tribute had said to us, her voice now high pitched in a childish manner, “monsters!” She rolls her eyes and clears his throat. “The only pathetic one is him as he rots off.”

“Why didn’t you just finish him off?” Chase asks, turning his head back to look at Giselle. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” She replies, “make him suffer for a while before he dies, that should teach him a lesson as well.”

Their joyful laughing and conversations continue as if what she had said was perfectly normal although I’m starting to get used to it. 

My throat is still itching for water and my head is pounding as I slow down a little– and although the sun is shielded from us by the trees, I’m still feeling weak and tired. My feet feel heavy and I have the urge to sit down although I keep going; by now, I’m far behind the others. “Gill,” I manage to call out and he turns his head around and immediately runs towards me, shouting for the others to stop. My head is spinning now as I try my best to make my way to the group. 

“Oceana, are you okay?” He shouts back, “you don’t look too good.” His voice is now soft as he puts his hand on my back.

“Not really,” I reply honestly. That’s the last thing I remember saying before I’m on the forest floor surrounded by concerned faces. “What happened?”

author's note: TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND, SHE'S BACKKKKKKKKK!! hello dear readers, first of all, thank you for making it all the way down here, secondly, IM SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES! life has just been crazy and i haven't been able to really produce anything of good quality until today, but with that said, at least my writing momentum is back and i can't wait to continue writing this book (it's my baby) :)) once again, if you like this, please consider commenting and/or reblogging! it'll mean the world and as always, constructive criticism is always welcomed!

[jinstronaut]

gifmaker / cc wrapped ✦ every month of 2023

tagged by sweetest angel annie @kimtaegis thank u my love !!! ♥ i hope ur ready for a list of Just Jin Gifs uwu

january

most popular: for youth jinie and i don't blame y'all he looks like a prince

my favorite: butter jinie i don't need to explain myself look @ him thank u

february

most popular: army festa jinie uwu he is so handsome

my favorite: karaoke jinie bc this entire video is free serotonin

march

most popular: fishing jinie uwu the bonus pls he is so cutie

my favorite: jinie + wootteo ;o; i lov them so much

april

most popular: orange jacket jin and i understand look @ him wowee

my favorite: dynamite jinie bc look at that last gif are you kidding me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

may

most popular: fix you jinie and that feels correct to me !

my favorite: this film out jin i rly like the coloring + also i am a green mic enthusiast lowkey u kno

june

most popular: bts 10 year anniversay post !!!! not at all as time consuming as the one i did last year but i still love it uwu

my favorite: rip 2 the pink mic ;o; he looks so distressed and yet he was so strong

july

most popular: pouty jin look @ him i'll cry

my favorite: skin care jin bc 1) the discourse this created was hysterical and 2) lOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS R U KIDDING ME

august

most popular: jin choking on the melon bc he is nothing if not iconic

my favorite: mic drop jin bc...... i don't need to explain myself look @ him

september

most popular: namjoon bday set!! the coloring was a complete accident in terms of it all matching and being earth toned but i love it :')

my favorite: jinie blowing kisses as per usual move along

october

most popular: just one day jinie with his lil flower he's an angel

my favorite: gogo jin u are so important 2 me

november

most popular: jinkook my beloved ;o; i miss them so much give them back 2 me !!!!

my favorite: rj hat jinie pls this is one of the cutiest things he's ever done

december

most popular: jinie bday set ♥♥♥♥♥

my favorite: army headband seokjin u are so important to me !!!!!!

tagging: idk who has and hasn't done this so i'll just say if you wanna do this go for it !

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

4. Copia walks in on Terzo jerkin his gerkin

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to - I I’m should’ve knocked. Uhm I-I’ll just go.”

Straight up jorkin it

Peenits

Tag: copiiia , handjob, blowjob

Terzo really doesn’t mind it, he covers himself up in front of the others but Copia? Either he’s high in the clouds from the serotonin …or was it endorphin that Primo said? He doesn’t care.

He finds Copia’s flustered face very endearing as the man accidentally opens the door to his office. It’s not his fault that he finds Terzo on the table stroking himself.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to - I I’m should’ve knocked. Uhm I-I’ll just go.” Copia is ready to turn and leave. “I’ll come another time!”

“Cardinal, don’t leave. Please.” Terzo pleaded, his hand on his length.

Copia stands still at the door. His heart in his throat as he waits for more. He can smell Terzo’s cum somehow with his sensitive nose. The Cardinal looks down and he could see himself getting pented up.

“Would you like to give me a hand? Or two perhaps?” He’s pushing his luck , there’s no way Copia would agree to this , but he continues watching Copia.

Slowly the Cardinal turns, shuffling himself close to Terzo, he was looking down but the Papa can see the other man’s red face and rise between his legs. Copia immediately kneels in front of him between his legs and looks up with doe eyes . “Si Papa”.

His obedience makes Terzo a lot more excited as he lets his hands go, letting Copia do what he wants. The trembling Cardinal grabs Terzo’s base , massaging and running his hand along his shaft as he slowly licks the tips. It was salty , Terzo is so close to orgasm that the smell hits Copia again, causing his own hips to buck. He lifts his cassock back just enough so he can slip a hand himself as well.

The Papa leans back a bit, watching the Cardinal work him and himself out. He let out a low grumble as Copia licks around the edge and a loud moan as he hits the back of Copia’s throat.

“Oh you are very good at this, Copia.” Terzo didn’t have to move much at all, Copia is doing all the lovely work for him, bobbing his head and stroking till a few more twitch , Terzo warns him with a pant.

“C-coming Caro!”

Copia takes it like a champ , Terzo’s seed filling Copia’s mouth up but he swallows steadily. His legs wobbles a bit as a few more tug Copia releases himself from Terzo. The Papa zips his pants and looks down to see Copia’s hand, his glove stained with his own seed as well. He smiles at the rat man.

“Stop by more often Copia, I might show you more things than my dick.”

[ndostairlyrium]

OC approval gifts tag meme

I was tagged by @greypetrel and @blightbear to list what gifts would have my ocs give approval à la origins style! Thanks luvs ;; I love these games so much!

Ela:

Copper bracelet. A cheap accessory, possibly a souvenir, shaped like a crown of laurels

The dialog you could have before acquiring that item would be focused on nostalgia and how she liked to browse those kitschy souvenir stands at the city gates when she visited it with Fergus. They would wear disguises and just spend the day without a single worry, for then being horribly scolded by everyone back at the castle. It would take a lot for her to open up about her roots, so prepare yourself with a ton of gifts that would require killing dragons and spoiling an armory.

Hawke:

Seeds. A tin box engraved with the depiction of a poodle containing mixed seeds

Cabbage, onion, turnip, celery, and carrot. Vegetables he was used to treat back home. He doesn't talk much about his past history as a farmhand, it's something you have to unlock after a few conversations because it's a rather sensitive topic to him - if this was ME this would be a post-loyalty mission cutscene. He really doesn't have much space to cultivate things for himself in Kirkwall, the exception being aromatic herbs. But a box of seeds that suggests him that the countryside is still there whenever he's done with city business? Oh, he's enthusiastic! It means future, and before getting those he was afraid there was nothing left for him.

Ankh:

Expired gift card. A distressed voucher for The Wonders of Thedas with an undead dressed all fancy riding a monocycle

This item has no use, except that it gives her so much serotonin you'd need to dam it or else it would go overboard. She's very passionate about undead and moving skeletons, you can say she loves them to death. She thinks that what possesses them has a distinct curiosity that most people lack and they just want to roam around and see the world. "They wanna be here and be themselves, and nobody acts like that anymore. Demons reflect our imperfections, but also our deepest desires and we are terrified of them because of that. The more we accept our flaws, our interests, our core, the less those entities have power over us. Just let them be and they would do no harm. Also they're fucking hilarious, look at that femur doing kickflips to stay in place!" It doesn't take much to get this information, but it would take a lot for her to discuss her history with questioning authority over drastic decisions - you can unlock it after she receives the card. She would tell you the story of a bad breakup that led her to find an undead threat that her Keeper handled poorly because she choose conveniency over logic. That episode helped her to build the person that she is and the card is a reminder that her uniqueness makes her stronger and better.

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I'm tagging (with no pressure whatsoever): @bruxbea @underneathestars @sparatus @that-one-halfwit @moxxihodunk @tatert07s @ratajota @melisusthewee @ladyfenharel

[pondslime]

find the word wip game

rules: search your wip(s) for the words given to you and share a sentence, then assign words for the people you tag

@visceravalentines MEG TYSM FOR THIS TAG this was so SO fckn fun. what an electric concept!! I shared more than a sentence for each bc I'm a fiend

my words were mouth, fall, dirt, teeth, and open!! cracking my knuckles like wooooooooo let's GOOOO

MOUTH;

from sacramentum (midnight mass // father paul hill x reader)

What happened to Mary in that cave? Alone, having stripped herself of all other pleasures—nothing but her thoughts and the one book she’d allowed herself. Wandering the seaside and building crucifixes out of sticks and roots, tied together by some stray fishing line. Had she looked down on his face, whittled crudely out of stone, and wished for steadier hands to carve his likeness? How many times had she woken with the sound of the sea in her ears? Perched by the mouth of the cave, watching the sky turn from gray to blue to gold to black?

Did she ever see ships on the horizon? What did she think of them? Had she ever thought of flagging one down? And what was the punishment she’d given herself for that?

When did you stop feeling hungry? You couldn’t survive on tears alone.

FALL;

from dancing in the moonlight (an american werewolf in london // david kessler & jack goodman x reader)

“We could’ve gotten frostbite.” Jack mutters.

“In the worst case scenario, yes, I suppose.” David replies, helping himself to a bagel.

“We almost got trench foot.”

“We did not!” David exclaims, laughing.

“That’s why I said almost, poindexter.” Jack counters. “One more night of wet socks and my toes would’ve fallen off. One by one—” He flicks his index finger three times, making a popping noise with his lips. “And it would’ve been all your fault. Good luck explaining that to my mother when we get back in the states. Oh, sorry Mrs. Goodman, I had Jack trekking through miles upon miles of soggy moorland and now he’s toeless. Those socks you knit him, forget about it. Maybe give it ‘til next Hanukkah and he’ll regrow his toes—oh, wait…”

“You’re ridiculous.” David shakes his head.

“Oh yeah? I’ll remember that when I’m decomposing next to you. Toes gone. Rotting.” Picking up the tongs, Jack wavers above the platter of croissants. “Sure you’ll find me real funny then, you schmuck.”

DIRT;

from sometime after midnight (house of wax // bojangles sinclair x reader)

The dull blue glow from the keypad barely illuminates the ground, but you can make out the unmistakable sign of cherry red fluid leaking onto the dirt. A steady trickle of it drips from the underside of the car—and it's not stopping anytime soon.

Your transmission is fucked.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You exclaim.

TEETH;

from serotonin (house of wax // carly jones x reader)

She pictures her tank top, bloody and tattered, stuffed into a plastic bag labeled with EVIDENCE in bold letters. The prosecutor clicks to the next projection slide and there she is, another picture.

“Who are the women in the photographs? Are they still alive? It’s difficult." The detective on the screen grimaces. "We only have remnants of them. We’ve found teeth…clothes. The trophies they kept of these women will hopefully lead us to discovering their identities. I don’t know how long it’s going to take. But they deserve to have their names given back to them.”

“Carly?”

OPEN;

from a handful of bluebonnets (tcm // thomas hewitt x reader)

He’d been young. Young enough to still show his face, but old enough to know that it was the reason people were staring. He didn’t remember much from that day, just open-mouthed stares and the cow at the county fair with big watery eyes. Black, shining irises eclipsing the thin white sclera, framed with long lashes. She was a regal old thing, standing with her neck held high, ears twitching.

He thought he saw her again once, years later.

Her coat was duller, her head dropping. She’d traded her blue ribbons for slippery red blood, splattered along the wall and running down the grate. You use up all your usefulness on pride and this is where you’re bound to end up.

Maybe she’d been the first one. Spoiled with the heartbreak of a life that never came to be.

tagging @possumteeths, @f1nalboys, @pretty-possum, and aaaaaaa I'm blanking on who else might have wips fdjshjhfdsjhsdf

so!! whoever else wants to do this!!! pls consider urself tagged!!

your words are blood, eyes, sleep, skin, & break 👀👀👀

[sunlightfeeling]

re: flop posts reblog’s tags, i really like your smaposting and glad to see you excited about making stuff and talking about your fav stuff, but if it’s uncomfortable to you, i can lower my presence in your notifs? or do whatever that would make you happy with posting about things that you love!

AAAA no I’m genuinely so sorry I gave that impression (my tags were really really crabby reading them back looord lmfao)

—

This is going to be a super long explanation but I really just want to clarify? And try not to misconstrue what I think my tags meant in more “critical-thinking” terms lol:

I think my tags were more…targeted from recently seeing the influx of takuya/smap-inspired posts but their…judgment/lost judgment related. I really hate calling this type of thing out and being complainy but I actually think its made me more bitter about the fandom? To be horribly blunt?

When I see these posts, I can’t help but have the initial feeling that maybe some still only care about Takuya’s piece in SMAP…when there’s literally four other men (sometimes five) standing right next to him. This isn’t new though, like if you look at SMAP’s history, its a chronic thing with Takuya being the star compared to the others.

And…this isn’t me assuming they aren’t fans of them all but…I guess the main thing is that if the only smap post I see from someone are just…Yagami…it kind of hurts, I guess?

Because oh…it’s Takuya again…which is great lmao but like…stares at elephant in the room (the sheer amount of posts of takuya vs the other members)

But then I’m hit with oh wait, that’s not even takuya lol, that’s…yagami …..

Which I know I sound like a major bitch because fan content is fan content etc etc etc

I think maybe it’s because smap means a lot (a lot) to me and I wish the opportunity was used to give them love and support, rather than seeing a chance to play Yagami dress up.

Which I want to clarify!! More!

I am not automatically anti-any of this. Using anything SMAP as inspiration for JE/LJ content: art, fic, etc etc etc is super sweet to me and I love all the little references to Takuya’s IRL career. It really shows how Yagami is a pretty multi-layered protagonist, especially when you find how many references to Takuya’s IRL career got squeezed into these games. Like RGG went all-in with the references, so should fic writers, artists, etc etc if they’d like to!

To kind of tie this post up, lol:

If you’re enjoying the posts, I absolutely support this and don’t want you to feel uncomfortable interacting. If anything, it makes me happy knowing that I’m hopefully infecting more rgg people with smap and pulling them closer and closer to the swamp (😈😂)

But more seriously, thank you, thank you, thank you for the support because it actually does mean so much to me and I’m so happy I can, hopefully, lend someone else some serotonin and dopamine with my brainrot beautifully thought out posts 😇💕

[durotoswrites]

When you see this, post 5 songs you actually listen to and tag 10 of your favourite followers/mutuals!

Thank you for the tag, @acediee ! I'm almost always listening to music, so I have a lot of favorite songs, but here are some that keep coming back to me in no particular order:

I can never give my heart - Rose Betts - Rose Betts's unique and lovely voice is one of my current obsessions. Heartbreaking lyrics and intense instrumentals, it's a relatable song of yearning.

If I'm being honest - dodie - dodie's soft vocals have been a longtime source of comfort for me. It's a soft song of cautious optimism that says "maybe you didn't choose me on purpose, but maybe I am worthy of love, from both you and myself".

You're not special, babe - Orla Gartland - (warning for clowns/mimes in the video, but honestly, the video is so fantastic and adds so much to the song). I love Orla Gartland's work, and this song really resonates with me and is a great pick-up. The title might sound harsh, but it's a song of acknowledging that we all go through our own heartbreaks, triumphs, and sorrows, and it's easy for other people to uncomfortably look the other way. That's why it's so important to find people in your life that you can depend on. Orla's character going from being horrified by this notion to acknowledging and embracing it is done so well in this video. It's also a legitimate bop.

Still into you - Paramore - I'm still into this song! It's a fun love song that celebrates the everyday blushes and smiles you can still share with your partner after years together. It's perpetually stuck in my head and it just gives me a burst of serotonin when I hear it. 🥰

If you know that I'm lonely - FUR - Besides FUR making hilarious music videos, their retro sound is so addictive. This song always has me coming back. The melodramatic angsty lyrics combined with the comedic timing of the video always hit me in the right way.

This barely touches the tip of the iceberg of the songs I love listening to. Techno, Celtic, electroswing, jazz, blues, big band just to name a few off the top of my head, and there are so many genres that I'm still learning about.

Snail's House, who focuses on kawaii future bass, is always fun to listen to, and my favorite song by them would have to be Ramune, which is such a fun mashup of satisfying sounds, blips, and melodies to keep you listening on repeat.

It would be a crime for me to leave mxmtoon off of this list. Her soft vocals and trusty ukulele always calm me down and I love the themes in her music. She's probably best known for Prom Dress, but among many of her other works, I really love Myrtle Avenue, particularly the slower version - it really hits differently.

I also love listening to video game osts, including the Mother Series, Animal Crossing, Octopath Traveler, Mana Khemia, and whatever gives me feels and is relaxing.

Tagging: @friendofbats, @cluing4looks, @joyfulsanctuary, @beck-a-leck, @hikamaus, @krosaceae, @lm-tomatito, @emeraldhazeart, @icefire149, @julikoloveszestiria, @quartzfox, and anyone else that I forgot! <3

[omaano]

don't mind me popping in your inbox 😁 going through your Dominion art / tag, Alex, and ohmygod the serotonin hits i get make me go !!!!! 😃

i'm LEGIT wanting to -

bc ARCHANGEL BRO FEELS

I am so glad I could bring some joy to you through that tag 🥰 and now I'm suffocating in nostalgia, because omg Dominion is still so very dear to my heart even years later, I love it so so much and Gabriel and Michael in it especially 😭😭❤❤

(Also I scrolled a bit through my own tag as well, and looked through some old art because I could have sworn I contributed better quality artwork to the fandom (back in the day it sure as hell felt like it) but oh boy have I come a long way since then XD by which I mean I was coincidentally asked if I've ever done a re-draw of my old art, and the answer so far has been no, but now I might be itching to change that and maybe even pick an old Dominion fanart to give it a bit of a reimagining and some quality upgrade... for the handful of people who still know whatever that is lol)

[lilbittymonster]

For the Fic Writer's Ask: 7, 10 and 43. Plz and thank. 😘

(Not me forgetting to answer this for uhhhh Time bc it vanished into my notes lmao)

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

It depends. If I'm looking for just a quick smut before bed then obviously, shorter fics are going to be better than another 140k masterpiece lol. I do also like reading little slice of life fics, but I have to already be invested in whatever characters are present.

I do on occasion like to tag crawl for longer stuff if I'm getting the "I need to sink my teeth into something" itch. But again, like with Fallout and XIV, it's difficult to find other people's OCs to get invested in.

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Uuuhhhhsjdlhdfalhfalef (fuck why can't I hold all these blorbos) well, current fandom I'm both reading and writing for is FFXIV so that's where my brain's at most of the time. Unfortunately I am sick to death of the way most of fandom writes my faves (mostly Estinien, but also Aymeric gets flattened a lot too) so reading for them is a bit of a crapshoot. I have some very few precious and trusted authors that I will read from and that's about it.

I am also always rotating my friends' writing like doner kebab in my head and devour it for breakfast every morning! They've given me so much brainrot and I have multiple wrinkles in my frontal lobes devoted to these clowns, they give me acid reflux(affectionate).

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

I think the first big bang I did was for Critical Role back in.....2018? 2019? And the whole build up of getting my partner assigned and coming up with an idea and then having a whole community also working on their pieces and just mutually hyping each other up was so welcoming and a new experience for me, as someone who had never really done forums or AOL roleplay or any of that Other Netizen Communal Stuff.

I was also in an rp group for a bit where we were doing a Mighty Nein meets Vox Machina, Mollymauk was a lost son of the de Rolos cinematic universe which I still think back on fondly and kinda miss, even though I've stepped out of CR fandom for the most part.

The current serotonin factory has been the GAP channel in the discord. I've finally found a group of friends I feel comfortable making OCs with and going "yeah, they bone down nasty" and now it has blossomed into the most beautiful on-fire circus tent I have ever seen. There's a spreadsheet. And a fuck matrix. It's great.

Thank you for the asks @crackinglamb (pls give Catbab a smorch for me and say hi to LL for me)

Fic Writer Asks

[poptart-cat-78]

I posted 10,538 times in 2022

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I tagged 7,632 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#taylor swift - 2,093 posts

#ouat - 1,144 posts

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#personal - 501 posts

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Longest Tag: 97 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me descending into the rabbit hole that is a ship of a fandom I’m not even in: “this is fine :)”

33 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

So I noticed something, antis of these characters be like-

A lot of people who hate Amy Rose and Marinette have listed the same reasons why theyre a horrible character (i.e “shes annoying”, “her only personality trait is being obsessed over a guy”)

But y’all miss the reasons why they’re great characters actually

-they’re kind and sweet-natured and love their friends dearly

-they’re great leaders (look at Amy in the Archie comics, Ladybug with the other heroes)

-they have been the reasons as to why so many characters change their point of view (Amy with Shadow, E-Alpha 100 in Sonic Adventure 2, and Silver in 06’, Marinette befriending Kagami, Fei and several others)

-can hold their own, they don’t really need a man to save them but fell in love with Sonic/Adrien for their kindness (Amy being saved from Metal Sonic on Little Planet, Adrien giving Marinette the umbrella)

It’s not that they’re horrible characters, the writers need to write them better

34 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#3

The serotonin I get every time I hear the lyrics “I can still make the whole place

SHIMMER”

48 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#2

“Nothing can save us forever, but a lot of things can save us today”

-Mae Borowski

IM TELLING YOU THE DIALOGUE IN THIS GAME IS 🔥🔥🔥

96 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I finally got to this part in NITW and this speech that Mae gives-

“When I die, I want it to hurt, when my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad” I want to loose, I want to get beaten up, I want to hold on, until I’m thrown off and everything ends and you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again and I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something. It means I am.. Something at least. Petty amazing to be something, at least.”

ALWAYS makes me tear up, even though this game doesn’t have much action, it’s dialogue REALLY packs a punch

118 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

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[akamikazae]

Love me Mercilessly 🐶Kakashi x Akami 🐍 Chapter 33: Take me to your River word Count: 11k tw: thinly veiled attempts at humor, icky sticky fluff, implied sexual content, brief mention of violence, mentions of suicide, mentions canonical character death previous chapters: Ao3 or under my tag ‘Love me Mercilessly’

In the time since Akami’s pants were on backwards and she told Kakashi she loved him and he said it right back they had spent almost 2 weeks apart. Immediately after they had told one another what was so blatantly obvious Kakashi helped Akami fix her backwards pants by taking them off completely and making her feel so full of love that it was like he had turned her inside out. 

They didn’t talk about it much more, mainly because they had left no time for talking, they had a few hours but none of that time was talking time, it was him inside her, whispering and moaning and cursing I love you time. 

Akami didn’t need him to say anything else it made since now why he was acting the way he was. She had been so blinded by her own twisted up feelings that she couldn’t take the time to wait for him to squeeze his out. 

Akami left his apartment that day, showered, ate and chugged close to a gallon of water during dinner (when she ate yet again) she had to rehydrate. She knew it was because she wasn’t sleeping well prior, and that having sex for close to three hours drained you of fluids in more ways than one—it was like having to replenish close to a year’s worth of electrolytes and all the serotonin and dopamine came rushing back in when she let all that stupid stress go. Stress that shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

She was exhausted from it all and luckily Sasuke assumed it was due to work, she didn’t correct him and took advantage of his affections. Like him making her a very watery mug of tea and being extra mushy while she read to him before bed —even though that usually involved him practically sitting on top of her. She took all she could get, she had been so happy. Ignorance was in fact not bliss; it was the complete and total opposite of bliss. This was bliss. Having Sasuke curled comfortably into her side and knowing that at the end of two weeks Kakashi was coming back…back home to her. 

Akami kissed the top of Sasuke’s head and rested her chin over it after she shut the book—it was a new one, still revolving around a bird but this one had a plot with a couple of cute illustrations–after ‘ Birds of Prey’ he admitted he wanted something a little more exciting. So she took him to the library and let him take his pick. She even got him his own library card, he chose the design but was not pleased to have his photo taken. Thankfully the brightly colored stars and planets managed to outweigh the harsh mugshot of a photo. 

Akami shut her eyes and ran her fingers across Sasukes’ forehead. She felt so much better about everything, it was like all that love she held onto had been sitting in her chest ready to break bone. But now it was pried out like an abscessed tooth. She was sure she wanted to be with Kakashi, whatever that meant and whatever that entailed. When he told her he loved her with his dopey smile and that searing hopeful look in his eye she knew he did too. All she had now was one teeny tiny pint sized problem… telling Sasuke. 

She hadn’t thought much of it, but now that Kakashi was on his way back home and Sasuke was snuggled up in her arms–potentially against his will–like a grumbly reminder, she realized she had no idea how to tell him. 

He was the main reason Akami wanted to keep everything a secret in the first place, he had enough crazy shit going on in his life. Sasuke wasn’t over what happened to him and he probably never would be. It wasn’t fair to ask him to share her with anyone. And it wasn’t fair to try the whole committed thing and not give Kakashi all she had. She was worried that she couldn’t have it both ways and she really didn’t want to give up either of them, she wanted to have it all. But Kakashi said he was more than happy with her half of everything and he let her in again. 

“You’re squishing me,” Sasuke mumbled into her shoulder. 

Akami gave him one last squeeze before releasing him from her death grip to tuck him into bed. She kneeled on the floor beside him and ran her thumb over his chubby cheek, “I love you so so much,” she said, “no matter what.”

“I know…I-I love you too,” he said in a small voice.   

Akami kissed his head and Tobu’s too, and shut the door behind her. 

Kakashi came over that night, he stopped at him place only to shower and change. He hadn't eaten since Team Ro departed The Land of That earlier in the day, but the only thing on his mind was Akami. They stayed awake, limbs intertwined and talked all night.  

“Now what?” Kakashi whispered, 

“I don’t know,” she whispered back. “We’ll think of something” 

He snorted and rolled onto his back, he sighed and draped a hand over his stomach,  “Kam, I don’t know how to do this.” he said, “But I’m gonna try to give you half too.” 

“I know,” she turned to look at the ceiling, and her hand found his. She said what she knew they both had been thinking, “I think we start by telling Sasuke.” 

Kakashi made a strange noise and she turned to look at him, “I wanna be with you–” she started 

“I do- I do too!'' he said, cutting her off, “I do too but there’s something I want to talk to him about first…and he already doesn’t like me so, I don’t know if, if maybe he won’t…” 

“It’ll be okay” Akami said as if she sucked up all his confidence,

“How do you know?”

“I don't, I just want it to,” she said, "and despite how he acts, Sasuke does like you.” 

Kakashi sighed, she rolled to her side draping her leg over his hips. She nestled her chin on his shoulder and cupped his cheek with her hand so he could face her.

“Hey,” she said, “I love you”

“Now you're just saying it to say it” he grinned.

“I am," She smiled her big serpentine smile, "what are you going to do about it?”

Kakashi pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “Say it back.” 

[hopefulstarfire]

Have a little fortuit drabble for and requested by @kohakuhime because they give me serotonin constantly and I love them dearly they're my comfort ship.

It was nice to have a quiet day to themselves.

Snow was gently falling still, down towards the already thick blanket that had built up the night day before. Raphael had a fire going in the fireplace, helping to warm up the house and he was currently stationed in the kitchen, serving up a fresh pot of his mother's hot cocoa to warm his and Ellies hearts and hands while they worked.

Christmas was coming. They still had about a little over a week left, with all their shopping thankfully and finally finished. The kids had gotten up bright and early that morning, Sylvie going wide eyed at the snow day that was all set to be had with their cousins. It was his and Ellies day to get the house to themselves to wrap presents; Alister and Iris had had theirs a few days prior and Serenity and Valon had theirs before them. They had rotated who would have the honor of babysitting all the kids together to be able to give each set of parents the time and space to work...and get some proper cute, quality time together. Currently, Serenity and Valon had all of them and there was no doubt in his mind that Valon had kicked off a massive snowball war and enacting some form of chaos in Domino Park.

There was only so much he himself or that Rowen could do to keep things wrangled in. He had to have faith that between him and Serenity it would be enough to cancel out Valon.

Raphael topped the mugs with mini marshmallows -- sparingly in his own, and more in Ellies mug -- and looped his hands through the handles to carry them off to the living room.

Two stacks of neatly wrapped presents were sat a couple feet apart from each other, ones being from him and Ellie to various people on one side and the presents from Santa to the kids on the other. A third, now dwindlingly smaller pile of the still unwrapped presents rested by her folded legs.

She was focused in on wrapping the current present, one they'd bought for Joey, in the same way she usually did while working on clothes; her brows furrowed ever so slightly, as a gentle care was put in towards folding the wrapping paper as she kept the cutout lines virtually seamless and the ends as neatly tucked as possible.

A little over a decade into their marriage and it was still just as cute as it was the first time she fell into a concentration state with her seamstress work. He often still quietly questioned how he ever got so lucky to have ever gotten her love, but he certainly cherished it.

He held the mug out in front of her face, drawing her attention away from the wrapping process for a brief moment as she took it, eyes shimmering with adoration. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"It wouldn't a snow day without my mothers hot cocoa." He mused, coming to sit next to her. He rested his mug on the table in front of him; Ellie took a long sip and sat it down next to his. Lifting up one of the presents, he unfurled a tube of the wrapping paper, nestling it down on the ground to pick his work back up.

Ellie finished wrapping Joey's, pressing the tag onto the top left corner and wrote down to whom it was for and who it was from in a bit of a swirled font, and then gently pushed it over to the leftmost pile. "We've made some really good progress in such a short amount of time," she hummed, happily. "We only have a couple more!" She turned, looking over her shoulder back at him before letting out a soft giggle. "Well, those and one more. I still have your present to wrap."

Hers was already done; a couple of days ago while she'd been out with the girls, Rowen and Sylvie both wanted to help wrap her present from them and offered to help with his to her. It was a little wonky looking, more crumpled towards the ends and decorated with several bows, but, that simply just gave it character.

His expression softened, a light in his deep blue eyes as he looked at her. A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he shook his head. "You already gave me my present, though."

Ellie cocked her head on question. No, she very much had not and she'd taken great care to hide it. "What do you mean, sweetheart?"

If you had told Raphael Knighton fifteen years ago he had turned sappy and had his edges softened, he would have laughed a cruel laugh. But now...

"It's the same present I get it every year." He told her, keeping her eyes locked on his as he subtly grabbed something off the table.

Raphael scooted forward, his unoccupied hand going to cup her cheek as he smiled at her; her, his world, his love, his person, his guiding light. The woman who willingly kept choosing him and staying by his side through everything, regardless of his past and his grave mistakes. He kissed her softly, lovingly, and took it as his opportunity to nestle the sparkly red bow on her head.

They pulled away after a moment and Ellie reached up, feeling the ribbon and her cheeks flushed a soft pink at realization as he chuckled once again, resting his forehead against hers.

"You. You're one of the best presents I get every single year."

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wow just went thru a folder I have where I save lil screencaps of cute tags and asks and i almost tear up im so glad to have met y'all the love I've received from mutuals and online friends its been so important t me thank u n I love u and hope u have a good week💞🍀