#hey I get it Leander sucks

[kensworld1019]

I just wanted to thank HL writers who sometimes write MC as a Gryffindor…that shit is a rare find and I appreciate it when I see it

[itsleander]

I feel 'blegh’!

Hey, Internet!

The past couple of weeks I have been feeling rather ‘blegh’. There are times where I feel like I want to scream and then there are times where I feel I should just bottle things up and hope that it will pass. But that won’t work, If only it was that easy. Feelings have been in a knot and thoughts are all over the place. What a freakin’ joy! NOT!

When I was streaming on Twitch the past two weeks, I managed to kind of bottle it up and just have fun. But as soon as I end a stream, I would go back to feeling miserable.

If I have to describe the thing that I feel, then I guess I have to call it: unhappiness. Wow! Good one, Leander. I mean, when someone is feeling depressed or down, it usually is unhappiness. But it is how I feel. Unhappy.

I am at this point in my life where I just feel stuck. And some of it has to do with the fact that I will be 40 in two months. When I was younger, my life right now was not what I had in mind when I would reach 40. I had a plan. Or at least a direction what I wish my life would be like at this time. But I am not even close to have achieved that goal. A lot of other things which I just call ‘obstacles’ happened instead. Dealing with depression in my early thirties, going through family drama/issues, etc. It all caused me to go into a whole different direction of isolating myself, feeling down, creating lots of anxiety... just messy stuff.

What was my plan?

Well, I imagined to be in a whole different scenario when I would reach 40. I imagined I would be in a relationship with someone, maybe getting married and having a family of my own. Instead, I am all alone, feeling isolated and no where close to be in a real relationship. I don’t even have a job right now. Still relying on support from others. It sucks! And it makes me feel upset.

I try really hard to stay positive. There are other people on this planet who are dealing with things that are way worse than what I am going through right now. Way worse! But, I can’t help the way I feel, you know? There are moments where I try to keep my mind occupied, listen to music, dance like a maniac in my living room. That does help. Watching shows and just keep my mind occupied. Le sigh...

In the end, I’ll be fine. I’ve been through these moments hundreds of times. I just gotta get through it! Some moments are harder than others, and right now it feels like it’s the worst.

Luckily I have a great Twitch community and Twitch friends who keep me uplifted. I am grateful for that. They give me so much love and support! And this will pass, eventually. I just needed to get this off my chest, so thanks for reading!

[incorrect-ninokuni]

Bracken, crying: Hey Leander, Roland got me a “get better soon” card.

Leander: But isn’t that considered a nice gesture?

Bracken: I wasn’t sick, he just thought I sucked and needed to improve.

[burmecianblackmage]

Since I have a few in my inbox for you, it’s only fair I send you one, too! How about 6?

💕 sensual meme edition

[06 m-f]

It had been a few months since Leander had been born, and the young parents had not gotten many chances to spend time together, let alone to get intimate. On one hand, this was certainly a bit of a problem for them, it also made them treasure the few occasions they did get to themselves.

Like this calm night, where Leander was sleeping soundly, leaving Selphie and Sceada a chance to have some enjoyment before they’d get the much needed rest.

Once the suggestion had been made, they both hadn’t hesitated to head to their bedroom, quickly shedding their clothes. It had been quite some time since they last got to sleep together, and though it could be enticing to strip for each other or help remove the others clothes, they wanted to instead savor the time given to time to the fullest. And clothes would just get in the way of that.

And so here they were now, standing naked in front of each other - and the Burmecian could not take his eyes off his wife’s chest. A fact that Selphie wouldn’t fail to notice, leading to her asking her husband to sit down on the bed, allowing her to sit on his lap and straddle him - and bringing her voluptuous chest closer to him.

“Mmhm... just be gentle love... they’re still very sensitive...”

Placing his fingers underneath the big mounds, Sceada could feel just how heavy they had become. But he wasn’t here to examine here, no, he was here because he wanted to please and pleasure her, and he would not let his beloved wait any longer.

Gently, his tongue touches the soft flesh, sliding over it with subtle pressure before he begins to trace her areolas with it’s tip, the touch teasingly light and gentle. Already, it is enough to cause her to gasp softly, a delightful shudder coursing through her body.

“Mmhmm... oh Sceada...”

But this was not where he would stop, oh no. Drawing his circles smaller and smaller, the Burmecian’s tongue would soon near her already hard nipple, eager to lick and caress it - with how sensitive she was, this was already enough to draw a delighted moan from Selphie’s lips, one that was both music in his ears and ample encouragement to continue.

Soon, his lips would follow, placing themselves on her soft flesh as he kept tenderly licking her. He is diligent and patient in his affection, wishing to savor this sensation and his beautiful wife’s reactions to the loving and lustful touch. He wants to please her, wants to pleasure her, he wants her to feel good - for them both to feel good together. And so he keeps going...

“Eep! A..ah... C..careful... careful... love...”

The moment Sceada begin to lightly suck on her breast, Selphie let out a surprised little yelp, followed by a long, drawn-out moan. It was a weird feeling, to have her husband suck on her breasts like this, when it was usually their son who did so, but it also felt good, really good. And so she relaxes into his loving affections, until...

“Oh! O..oh... oh my...”

For a brief moment, Sceada would stop, looking up at his beloved with a surprised expression. Had he just...? Well, it had to be, right? There was nothing else it could be, and Selphie’s reaction tells him he’s right. And so he removes his lips, a somewhat shy smile on them as he looks at her.

“Ah... sorry hon... I didn’t think your milk would, well, come out so easily... would... would you like me to stop...?”

“...no, it’s fine love... Just... just make sure you leave enough for Leander, okay?”

“Of course... hey, come here hon...”

He’d briefly lean in to passionately kiss his beloved and then, with a mischievous smile on his lips, he would return his attention to her breasts once more. Her voluptuous, heavy and milk-filled breasts that were more sensitive than ever.

And while he would lovingly suck on them, trying to please and excite her, Selphie might just notice something growing hard in his lap, right where she was straddling him...

Looks like there would be a lot still in store for that loving couple, huh?

[none-i5]

Alright, I'm here, I'm queer and I'm fairly sure this Fandom is dead for very reasonable and good reasons

Which leaves me alone. Here. So.

And I am t h i r s t y for more RD content. So I went 'who's going to fix that?' And didn't wait for an answer.

Anyways

HEADCANON #1: Rose sorta adopts Leandre as her somewhat 'little sister she didn't know she had'

Rose: Must you *really* use that choker? It's quite...tacky.

Leandre: Oh shush. You just don't understand fashion my dear--

Randomer: HEY YOU, YOUR CHOKER SUCKS

Rose: .....

Rose: ...Listen well, you little bastard--

Also

Rose having to endure groans from Leandre about exams to get her pharmaceutical degree--then Rose goes to her table and drops Leander favorite snack

Rose being like *aggressively gives Leandre a loving family made of her, Chrys and Heather* *aggressively shows affection*

Like.

C'mon.

[spooky-fran]

✰ HERE ARE THIRTY FACTS ABOUT ME NO ONE ASKED FOR! ✰

*･゜ﾟ･*☆ i was tagged by @youareanartifact — thank you for tagging me! no one ever does!!

✰ n a m e : FRANCHESCA

✰ n i c k n a m e : FRAN (ppl keep calling me this nowadays even tho i never asked them to lol), FRANNIE; and here are the less common ones: FRANCH, CHESKIE, “FRAN CHOO CHOO THE BAMBOOZLE TRAIN”

✰ a g e : 17! ALMOST 18!

✰ s t a r s i g n : LIBRA

✰ m y e r s - b r i g: i don’t remember INFP-T or ENFP-T (I TOOK IT ONCE SOPOHOMORE YEAR AND AGAIN JUNIOR YEAR AND IT KINDA CHANGED?)

✰ f a v e y o u t u b e r : DAN HOWELL!, LEANDER, VIXELLA

✰ f a v e a r t i s t s : uhhhhhhh i barely listen to music now but i guess the hamilton cast????

✰ t i m e : 6:04 PM ??

✰ p e t s : NONE :(

✰ d r e a m j o b : PSYCHOLOGIST, WRITER, TEACHER, HISTORY TEACHER

✰ I WRITE ON WATTPAD EVEN IF IT’S LAME NOWADAYS.

✰ MY FAVORITE SHOW IS TEEN WOLF! AND I’M MAD ABOUT ALLISON AND BRETT STILL. I’D MARRY BOTH OF THEM AND ALSO SCOTT, NGL.

✰ I LOVE HARRY POTTER! ALSO, LORD OF THE RINGS AND PERCY JACKSON!

✰ I’M IN THE HOGWARTS HOUSE OF SLYTHERIN.

✰ IF I WASN’T A SLYTHERIN, I’D PROBABLY BE HUFFLEPUFF.

✰ I’M IN THE ILVERMORNY HOUSE OF HORNED SERPENT. AKA DOUBLE SNAKE,,

✰ I REAAAALLY LOVE SOUP LMAO

✰ I’M HALF CHINESE AND HALF AMERICAN (DON’T ASK ME WHAT. IDK.)

✰ LOWKEY BI BUT I’VE NEVER DATED SOMEONE OF MY GENDER (BTW I’M A GIRL LOL)

✰ I SPEAK CHINESE (CANTONESE), ENGLISH, AND SOMETIMES SPANISH. I CAN’T READ OR WRITE CHINESE THO BECAUSE I DIDN’T LEARN WHEN I WAS LITTLE..

✰ I’M A SENIOR IN HIGHSCHOOL!

✰ I WATCH TOO MUCH NETFLIX SO I’VE SEEN TOO MANY SHOWS.. BUT CURRENTLY, I’M WATCHING GREY’S ANATOMY AND DAMN, JACKSON AVERY IS A BEAUTIFUL MAN.

✰ I LOVE HISTORY!

✰ ALTERNATIVELY, I LOVE ENGLISH! I’M MERELY OKAY AT IT THO..

✰ I ALSO LIKE MATH BUT I SUCK AT IT AND I GIVE UP EASILY.

✰ I LOVE MY FRIENDS AND THEY’VE CHANGED MY LIFE A LOTTTTTT

✰ IF I WRITE THINGS, I MAKE PEOPLE READ THEM SO I GET VALIDATION™ LMAO

✰ I REALLY LIKE CHEESY MEMORABLE THINGS (LIKE SENIOR SUNRISE, HOMECOMING, PROM, MATCHING OUTFITS, ETC.)

✰ I CONSTANTLY OVERSHARE THINGS LMAO

✰ CURRENTLY ONLY LISTENING TO THE HAMILTON SOUNDTRACK BECAUSE I HYPER- FIXATE ON THINGS

✰ MY TUMBLR IS ULTIMATELY A BUNCH OF RANDOM STUFF I FIND PRETTY ENOUGH TO REBLOG AND THINGS I OBSESS WITH ON ANY GIVEN DAY. I’M SORRY LOL. THERE’S NO CONSISTENCY HERE.

I CANT COUNT SO IT’S PROBS MORE OR LESS THAN 30 FACTS

*･゜ﾟ･*☆ i tag: @sttchingllies @parkkchanyeoll @edgaristhenewblack @pathetikaesthetic @twinkletemps @misguided-angel29 @shielciel @jesus-of-subruhbia @azure-skiies @bugginbum ! idk if i know anymore people & you guys don’t have to do this but hey, find out more about your local trash hermit (me) here

[kieiron]

Affirmation (18+)

Chapters: 1/1 (Completed)

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: Mature

Fandom: The Brodiac

Pairings, Characters: Archibald Kieron/Srinu Tinia

Tags: Established relationship, Urban fantasy, Werewolf Sag, Vampire Aqua, Couple banter

Warnings: Alcohol, Blood, Death mention

    Still an hour until midnight. And yet there it is; another howl, unnecessarily followed by a whole bunch of others booming through the dampness of the bar illuminated in distractingly painful strobe lights, and even more distracting mixture of scents in the air. But even between all the elves gossiping, angels pushing their oh-so-mighty wings in everyone’s faces and werewolves all hooting excitedly at every little drinking game round passing, Srinu can point him out in the crowd.

    Of course he can. It’s not like he Didn’t remember his scent better than the vampire’s own death. It’s not like he Didn’t just start the latest round of howling within his wolf pack. It’s not like he Didn’t see his face every time he wakes up and plus just made love to him this morning.

    And it’s not like Srinu Didn’t spend his entire time being here tonight lazily sipping on the cocktail that provides him little satisfaction while closely watching him having the time of his life, dancing wildly like a fool with his pack, trying to impress him.

    If it weren’t for him wanting to spend the New Years Eve here, Srinu would have been out the door faster than he can see another human giving him the stink eye for being the only vampire out tonight (he’s happily taken, thank you very much). They could’ve gone to that siren-owned restaurant he’s been suggesting all month for them to try, for fuck’s sake.

    Ah, speak of the devil. Here comes the wolfman, with that signature smug smile and ear twitches. Srinu liked the subtle punk rock look he’s got going on tonight, not in spite of the fact that the choice of style is in complementary to the high collar leather jacket to hide the Vampire Biting Post he’s got underneath.

    “Hey”, Archibald slurred. Srinu observed him before he give a reply. Not drunk just yet, but the warmth of the alcohol and the bonding session with his friends must’ve left him too cozy.

    “You”, was the reply Srinu settled with.

    “Me!” His boyfriend took another swig of his cheap beer. He finished with a loud satisfied exhale, wiped his mouth, and gave the vampire some good ol’ eyelash batting. “So, like… What’s a hottie like you doing out here alone?”

    Srinu snorted, but the creeping endeared grin was futile. He leaned back to the wall behind him. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend to finish up wrestling out his friends on the dance floor.”

    “Oh”, Archibald took a moment to think of an in-character reply. “Maybe your boyfriend had, you know, an event planned out in mind in like, uhhh… an hour?”

    “Like a New Year’s Eve kiss?”

    “Yes… Wink, wink.”

    “In this dingy old bar and not at home?”

    “It’s not dingy! Just old. Probably as old as you, so shut it, old man.”

    “Just because you took me out here on our first date doesn’t mean we have to do everything here.” The place was so much nicer in that memory, or maybe it was the early-relationship-lovesickness talking in his place.

    “You’re right, we haven’t had sex in the small ass bathroom stall yet.”

    Srinu laughed. “Maybe next time. But babe, come on.”

    Archibald pouted. “Can’t I show you off in front of my friends for once?”

    “Is that what this is about?”

    “Sorry. No good?”

    “No, it’s okay, it’s just—“ The vampire glanced back between him and his wolf pack in the background, still busy with a drinking game. “I’m surprised. You aren’t usually that big for PDA in front of people you know.”

    The man in front of him rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s because you seem like you just want to keep it to ourselves until, you know, last fullmoon. The one where you kissed me in my stinky wolf form.”

    Ah. Right, that night. That night spent in Leander’s family’s ranch out of the city, where packs of wolves more than he can imagine celebrated the act of just fucking shit up; chasing each other through the fields and forests and hills, wrestling in the dirt and howling impossibly ten times more frequently than they already do in public.

Srinu had been hesitant to come, but did anyway to look out for his man (and witness at least once what he’s like exactly at his wolf fullest). Archibald happily gave him what was certainly the world’s most enthusiastic blowjob the day Srinu told him he’d come, and it’s not like he’d be the only non-werewolf present — but the event was still a mess. He couldn’t keep up with his overexcited boyfriend even when he reluctantly used his vampire speed, and ended up kissing him in front of everyone in both exasperation and relief.

    Archibald is grinning at the memory. “So you’re weird. But that really made me happy and that— that was so sweet. And you were so opposed to coming at first too! Honestly I’ve... Always wanted to be mushy with you and show you off, because you’re like so great and amazing and”, he took a deep breath. “I’m like, so into you, dude.”

    “Dude”, Srinu echoed.

    “Is that all you got from that?!” he bellowed with a laugh. Srinu laughed along, resting a hand on his lover’s arm.

    “For the record, I didn’t hate it”, he assured. “Both the event and the kiss. And I get you. You’re a softie. You were just waiting for my approval. And now we’ll perform the sexiest kiss your friends will ever get the pleasure to see.”

    “Right! A very hot kiss, produced by two very hot people.”

    “Ooh, self confidence. I like that.”

    “Thanks, I grew it myself!” Archibald paused. “No wolf form, though. Be weird at home. Well— that goes without saying, is it...”

    “Mhmm”, Srinu’s eyes settle on a bruise peeking out from under his collar. “Can I bite your neck?”

    “Y—… You’re gonna feed on me in front of this whole crowd?”

    Srinu glanced at the crowd again. Still no other vampires in the bar, no need to tell anyone to back off his man. Okay, not like it was necessary to begin with, since Archibald can intimidate off anyone himself if he really wants to. And the thought of showing off how committed his boyfriend is from how much he’s been marked up to everyone else is kind of a turn on.

    The blue-haired man glanced back to him with a smirk after the self-reassurance. “You were begging for it last night, so I assume it’s pretty sex.”

    “I—“ A flustered laugh followed. “Yeah, it is pretty sex but”, The werewolf chewed on his lips, his voice suddenly softening. “I see it as a… Special us thing, you know?…”

    “Oh”, even though he’s dead, Srinu felt warm. He set their glasses aside quietly and closed the distance between them. “That’s… Really sweet, actually.”

    “I hope the invitation still stands when we get home, though?” Archibald’s smile was just as warm, but his eyes were clearly suggestive as he wraps his arms around the vampire’s waist. Srinu returned the gaze.

    “I’ll make you bleed hard, wolfboy.”

    “Ominous, but thank God, I thought you were about to use the usual cheesy ‘suck you dry’ line.”

    Srinu laughed, giving his boyfriend a light peck on the lips which was returned with peppers of kisses on his face, the wolf’s tail wagging rapidly. He received them gladly, but playfully turned away with a grin on his face when Archibald clearly got too excited as his kisses evolved into the usual slobbery ones.

    “Alright, alright! Let’s save the dog kisses for your friends.”

    With a smile, he was pulled to the pack of wolves Archibald associate with. Srinu could name two at best — Finlay, the guy who usually win all the wrestling despite his height (or lackthereof) and Leander, the one that knows everyone and know of their relationship first. The group raised their glasses at them, barking welcomes and scooted to give them a spot to sit on the sharing booth. The seats were cramped enough to force the couple’s thighs to fully press against each other, but you know what? It works in Srinu’s favor. As his boyfriend re-introduced him to the gang, the vampire shamelessly ran his fingers through his inner thigh as little promises of tonight.

    He can feel Archibald shudder beneath his touch, and snuggled against the side of Srinu’s face in response.

    The time leading up to the final countdown was a blur, as his attention were only on his boyfriend — Srinu faintly hears the group talking about plans for the next fullmoon, and then everyone at the bar were screaming out numbers, and the next thing he knew the man he loves pulled him even closer and pressed their lips together as the visitors around them cheers, screams and howls.

    The wolf crowd in particular was hooting at them as Srinu’s hands wandered over his lover under the jacket and the man in question tugged gently on his hair, earning welcomed moans. Maybe Srinu couldn’t taste the cheap beer in Archibald’s mouth, but the warmth and gasping he offered him was enough. When they pulled away for a second, he tugged on his lower lip with his usually well-hidden fangs, drawing blood before proceeding to suck on it as Archibald moaned. It wasn’t enough for Srinu, but it’d help him cope for now.

    “Sorry”, he had to say when they pulled back for real, glad to see how spent the werewolf looks. “I couldn’t help myself.”

    Srinu would’ve been happy to do another round of one of this, but it didn’t even take Archibald hearing his pack cheering for the two to get a room for him to drag them out of there.

    Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to find where Archibald parked his motorbike with his night vision. He was quiet (albeit a little panting), waiting for Srinu to climb on and strap his helmet to reach for his wrists and wrap his arms around Archibald’s own waist to hold on.

    The very faint scent of the violet-haired man’s blood seems to hit right at Srinu’s nose through the breeze of the bike running through the night, and he inhaled all of it, contentedly pressing his cheek against his lover’s back. Around them, the city sprung to life with life with blurring bright lights they passed, muffled cheering from every direction and a heightened waft of faerie dust that seems to engulf them.

    Maybe Srinu would’ve liked that magical, coming-of-age-movie kind of scene to last longer, but as they reached into the confines of their shared dark apartment, he couldn’t complain.

    “You’re eager to bleed”, was breathed out as he was pressed against the door. He notes that his partner is already hard, and yep, feeding may not be the last thing on their to-do list on this first day of the year.

    The reply he received was another deep kiss. This, too, works in Srinu’s favor. Archibald grinds against him like a dog in heat, messing up even more of the vampire’s longer locks.

    “Baby, please”, the werewolf pleaded, frantically slipping off his jacket and unbuttoning his first few buttons before pulling at his collars, widely exposing his neck and chest area, where a number of marks were visibly still healing. “Take it all.”

    If there’s one thing Archibald should know the most about their relationship, is that he could trust that Srinu would never hurt him. No matter how intense the tension is. No matter how much he begs to be sucked off completely in the heat of the moment. No matter whether or not they are climbing up to their orgasm. He knows Srinu would still hold back, as careful as he always is, and make it as pleasurable as possible for him as well.

    Including now.

    Thankfully, their bedroom isn’t too far from the entrance. Alternating between kissing around the area and licking at the bite spot within his inner thighs, Srinu slowly jerked off his lover, just enough to tease him. Archibald, laid on the bed all for him, kept himself busy stroking at his hair, sighing softly here and there, offering a couple encouraging words in between. Srinu had no idea how feeding must’ve felt good to a werewolf, but hey, he’s happy.

    Srinu himself, especially, is currently at his happiest as the taste of the familiar blood is lapped and sucked. What was a flavorless alcohol to him can now be tasted through Archibald’s system, and oh,... That’s pretty satisfying, actually.

    Some vampires may argue that the blood of non-humans including werewolves doesn’t taste as good in terms of flavor due to lifestyle and diet and whatnot, but Srinu would like to call bullshit on that. As sappy as it sounds, their love makes Archibald’s blood the best he’s ever tasted.

    And thank whatever higher power made them exist in such a way — lovemaking even multiplied that.

    So even as he prepped himself with his own fingers and sank down on his loved one’s lubed length, his lips stayed on the new biting spot on Archibald’s neck. And as he heard the two of them groan simultaneously, he knows he’d go through the trouble of hanging out in that dingy bar all over again if it means the moment will lead up to this.

    Even if it means postponing the restaurant reservations he’d made earlier that month for the proposal plans.