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screwzara · 1 year
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My Epic Mickey phase is resurfacing
It's resurfaced multiple times at this point-
I just fucking can't stop myself but i have an au in mind
Tell me if you want me to elaborate on this
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sleppy-duck · 10 days
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Guys is it normal to be scared shitless to post my art online but wanting to have artist friends so we can draw each other's ocs and ramble about them at the same time????
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mochinomnoms · 2 months
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If the year is uncomfortable, I would like to make a request for your 1000 followers event, with Jamil viper prompt 19 (NSFW (if you don't want to do it, it can just be suggestive)) and the song Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy” )
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jamil viper x gn!reader [tags] - nsfw [wc} - 723 prompt 19: “Can I kiss you again? I promise I won't get carried away.” song: Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy”) note - mmm still a jamil hater, but i suppose i see the appeal (i jest); i slep now cause it's 3am. francesca (1k event)
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“I try to find a reason to pull us apart / It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect / And I know that you’re worth it / I can’t walk away, oh”
“Ah~ Jamil!” You gasped, voice high-pitched as you let out breathless moans. Jamil was no better as he panted, hips still flushed to yours as he felt your walls pulsing, no doubt from you cumming.
He wasn't intending to escalate your make out session this far, especially since there was currently another one of Kalim’s parties happening. How you two managed to escape to his room without getting caught was a miracle.
“Fuck…we…”Jamil exhaled sharply as you moved your hips, his dick twitching at the overstimulation. “Fuck, we should go back. Kalim’s gonna be looking for me any second.”
“Noooo!” you whined, caressing one of the arms caging you to the bed, kissing his arm as you did. 
“Come on, or else we’ll get caught—”
“Is that the reason we’re going with?” A teasing lilt to your voice, you wrapped your arms around Jamil’s neck and soothingly rubbed a thumb against his pulse. “You didn’t seem to mind almost being caught the other day~”
“That was different…”
“Oh?” You let out a laugh, “How? You could’ve found a reason, I’m sure.”
“Mmm, you’re right, I could’ve. But you looked so perfect on your knees for me, it was so worth it.”
Jamil purred as you brought him down, his hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall, his lips hovering over yours.
“… Can I kiss you again?” you whispered, like you were telling a secret or asking for something forbidden. Maybe you were. “I promise I won’t get carried away this time.” 
Your lover snorted.
“Sure you won’t, that’s what you said earlier too.”
Despite his protests, Jamil eagerly met your lips with his own, parting as he entered your mouth with a gentle swipe of his tongue. A blissful sigh left your mouth as he shifted his hips, both of you moaning from the intoxicating heat growing again between your legs. You tilted your head to deepen the once chaste kiss, teeth grazing against tongues, wet sounds growing louder in the room as arms wrapped around each other. 
You let out a shuddering breath as you felt his member get hard, still in your heat. Jamil’s hands wandered along your body, sliding down your back to arch you into him and off the bed. Digging your nails into his back to steady yourself, Jamil took control of your hips with his own, hot pleasure spreading over your bodies as he ground into you. 
Gasping breaths and melding bodies, Jamil fervently pressed wet kisses into your forehead, cheeks, and down your neck. 
“Shit, I don’t care. Let them come in and see us.” Moving to sit up, bringing you up with him to hold you in an embrace as he bounced you even deeper on his dick. 
“Ah! Jamil! FUCK! Aaaaaaah~”
“That’s it, that’s perfect, say my name, let everyone know who you belong to.” You cried out as Jamil pulled your head back by your hair, neck now exposed as you felt warm, soft lips pressing kisses into your skin. 
“Look at me.”
Eyes that you didn’t realize were closed, opened to meet your lover’s own dark gray ones. They were looking at you with lust, longing, and fondness that made you melt even more into his embrace. A rough snap of his hips forced a keen to leave your lips, tears welling up as you froze and shuddered, mouth forming an 'o' as you clenched to Jamil like he was your lifeline. 
“That’s it, keep looking at me pretty, keep cumming for me.” His eyes wandered over your form as he kept your hips moving, despite your cries, looking at you like he was revering a deity. 
Jamil was sure that you were one, sent specifically for him to worship. And for you to bless, him, only him. His personal god, his divinity, and he, your personal devotee, worshiper, servant.
How he loathed being a servant. But for you? He'd do anything to keep you tied to him for all eternity, to keep your love for him and to serve only his whims. When you really think about it, who's really the servant when you both live solely for the other?
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sebastianwallows · 1 year
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Emotions sequel to Lust
Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader
Summary - Anon request for "I will give you my soul and both kidneys for more Sebastian smut 🥲🙏🏻 The day he calls me a “good girl”, I can die peacefully 😂"
Word Count - 1,736
Warnings - 18 + smut, characters aged up, dark!Sebastian, angst, slightly non-consenual consent scenario
A/N - I can die peacefully 😂" okay i messed myself up writing this one 🔥🔥
Sebastian felt the guilt and anger building up now that he felt sober, there were battling it out in his gut. He felt guilty about his intentions behind the potion, but at the same time he still felt angry that that was what it took. Angry at himself for not being more forward and angry at you for the same.
Your legs were relaxed around him as he layed on top of you, you forced him to look at you, "What is it Sebastian?" Your voice was soft and tired.
He sucked in his bottom lip and had a hard time making eye contact, "The potion. I - I crafted it for you and got too wasted and drank it myself."
In your post-sex brain it took you a few moments to process what it was he had just said. You felt the wind get knocked out of you and you felt completely betrayed. You let him make you vulnerable and it was all basically a lie.
You sat up quickly, shoving him off of you and clutching the bed sheets to your chest, not caring that his cum was getting all over it.
"No, Y/N, wait," he grabbed your first as you attempted to get away, but he tugged you to keep you in place.
"I still - I still wanted this. I know you did too. Merlin, you come here every day and it's all I can do not to ravish you. You walk across town like that every morning for me." You could see the arousal returning to his face. He was all pupils and flushed cheeks.
You tore your arm from his grip and stood up with tears dampening your eyes, "Then why didn't you ever? Why use some stupid position, trying to take advantage like that? I am a person Sebastian. In case you haven't noticed I'm the only one you've had for a long time."
Your voice was bitter as you left the room to scavenge for a new set of clothing and clean up the mess that you were. You couldn't decide if you were mad, hurt, scared, or all of the above. The saddest part was it's not like you couldn't have guesses the whole thing was a setup on his part. And you just stupidly fell right for it.
You collected yourself in a hurry and rushed out back to where you lodged with Sirona. You didn't want to think about Sebastian or be near him or talk about any of it.
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You woke up the next morning after having spent a long day battling with yourself over what had happened. At this point you honestly hoped things would shift back to the normal they had been, where he's just busy drinking and leaving you alone. If you were being honest, that probably started the second that you left and he wouldn't even remember what happened.
So, you decided to approach the day like normal. You did take a second look at the reflection of yourself in your mirror before stepping out though. He is still a man, not an animal, he had seen other women in his life in sleeping clothes and not acted like it was anything to blush at.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who asked, Sebastian had layed in his bed for the rest of the day without a drop of alcohol. He felt like he was losing his mind because he couldn't stop thinking about you. He felt like a 13 year old boy again, rubbing one out every hour as images of you flashed through his mind. But the images were certainly not as innocent as they used to be.
You seemed so upset with him, but you weren't complaining at all as he dragged you around the house, tearing through your clothes and ravaging your body. You weren't the innocent player you thought yourself to be and he refused to accept it.
You said to him that he should have made a move and just been up front from the start, so that's what he was going to do. He was going to unleash his deepest, darkest desires on you.
He slept restlessly that night with his new plan in mind unable to focus on anything else. He had never craved someone in the way he craved you and after having had a taste with you, he was ruined without you.
He knew Sirona always let you stay at her home she kept here and it wasn't hard to find. It was always possible to find out someone's business here if you wanted to.
He rose early in the morning, probably way earlier than he'd been awake in months if not years. He knew you always came to him just before the sun started coming up so that it would be light by the time you did make it.
Everything in Feldcroft was spread out and people liked their space. Sebastian's home was located on a reasonable little plot of land that offered privacy with the wild shrubbery and trees taking root wherever they pleased.
He decided that he would wait for you in a private spot at the front of the property. He had taken to cleaning himself up and putting on simple thin night clothes just so nobody found him wandering around indecent if they were snooping.
An old oak with a thick base was where he waited for you, it was just private enough for his dirty thoughts.
You were sleepy walking up to the familiar scene before you and that's how you got taken off guard. A hand came down over your mouth and you had no time to react before being carried off with someone pressed against your backside.
You felt the rough bark of the tree as Sebstian pressed you up against it, rubbing himself against your backside and talking low into your ear, "I told you you were begging for it coming over like that. This is what you wanted from me right?"
He bunched up the skirt of your gown and wasted no time dipping his hand between your thighs causing you to cry out in surprise.
"I see you didn't change anything. There's still nothing beneath here but a needy cunt," he used his fingers to spread your lips and your vagina open, betraying you with wetness, "see? You're much too empty, there's a leak we have to do something about."
He pulled his hand back to spit on it before not-so-delicately applying pressure to your clit. His other hand had remained clamped to your mouth so you hadn't had the chance to say a word, but he whispered to you as he removed it, "You're going to be a good girl for me and be quiet right? You don't need everyone to know you're letting the town disgrace fuck you."
Your breathing was heavy as he removed his hand you drew blood from your lip biting it and trying to stay quiet. He let you rest for just a moment while he used both hands to pull the dress over your head discarded it on the ground.
You whimpered when he continued his assault on your sensitive spot, being unable to deny how good it felt and how turned on you were. He placed kisses on the soft skin of your neck before he took a good look at your full exposed figure.
He inhaled sharply, "Fuck, everything about you is perfect. And you're all mine out here, so exposed and engulfed in the pleasure of it."
You felt a bit ashamed at how close you were to the brink of an orgasm, but couldn't stop yourself from begging quietly, "Sebsatian, please don't stop. Please - "
He sunk his teeth into your shoulder and everything felt like it was too much; the rough bark on the tree, the pleasurable pain of his bite, the white hot feeling bubbling over form his rough finger tips.
Sebastian pulled you into his body, away from the tree as he clamped a hand over your mouth to cover your cries of ecstasy. You fell apart on him whether you wanted to or not, eyes squeezed shut tightly while he holds you close enough to force you to feel his solid cock.
"That's right, just like that. So quick for me today, you understand the urgency since the sun's about to come up right? You can't let anyone see you like this."
He let go of you and you stumbled forward, catching yourself on the tree to find steady ground. Sebastian wasted no time pulling his pants down to start stroking his swollen cock, wrapping a hand around his balls and squeezing them.
"Would you prefer to my balls slapping against your ass with every thrust or do you want to look at me while I ruin you."
You sheepishly turned around to meet the wet sounds of him jerking off. His cock was red and swollen and you couldn't keep your eyes off of it every time he pulled towards himself and the head peaked out of his foreskin.
He approached you and squeeze your backside, indicating for you to jump so he could pick you up and fit impale you between himself and the tree.
You wrapped your legs around him and he kept his eyes glued to your face the whole time he rubbed himself across your entrance. He entered you slowly at first, shuddering at the sensation of how good you felt.
"I love you, Y/N," his words were low and husky before he crashed his lips into yours with desperation and started fucking you at a much more aggressive pace.
You could feel him stretching you out and his pelvis was bumping against your still sensitive clit with every buck of his hips. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you met his lips, tongue, and teeth mirroring his intense desire.
"F-fuck, Y/N,"
"Cum for me Sebastian, please," you whined, "finish making me yours,"
"I - I'm close - just for you. You're such a good girl, such a good little hole," with that he finished inside of you, fucking you until he couldn't catch his breath.
He rested his cheek against your shoulder as he continued to hold you up against him.
"That's what you wanted right? I told you I couldn't stand it anymore. So I took you."
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ghostiiess · 9 months
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[NSB HEADCANONS] - oliver moy singing you to sleep
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pov: you can't slep, but oliver moy is here to help you
warnings: insomnia, not being able to sleep.. mention of neck kissing (not in a 18+ way), i think that's all? let me know if there's more :)
type: wholesome
member: oliver moy
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it was like 3am
and you couldn't fall asleep
you wanted to, it's not like you wanted to stay up
(rest of the hc under the cut!)
you were so sleepy
you just couldn't sleep even if you were tired of your day
it has been almost 2 hours of you trying to sleep
and let's say you were tired of turning and rolling in your bed, hoping you'd fall asleep in a certain position
you were mad bc why couldn't you fall asleep? you were tired and super sleepy!
in hope to fall asleep, you went out of the bed
you quietly went to the kitchen and drank some cold water in hope it'll make you fall asleep or smth like that
of course, you weren't sleeping alone
oliver was there :))
when you came back to the bed, he softly put his arms around you and yawned
"can't sleep, pretty girl?"
you shaked your head
"here, come closer"
his head was on your shoulder while yours was cuddling against his chest
"you know what they say..! if you can't fall asleep, its bc someone is thinking about you"
you rolled your eyes
"they better stop, soon"
oli chuckled and started massaging your back with his fingers
you guys were practically hugging atp
"you are so soft" he whispered in your ear
i feel like oli would like kiss you on your neck (not in a 18+ way) while you are cuddling him
LIKE IDK WHY!!
to me, he would be the type to softly kiss you and compliment you
"you are so pretty"
"my cute baby angel"
"do you want me to read you to sleep?"
"or like, i could sing you to sleep.."
AND THEN!!! you're like :O bc like hearing oliver moy singing is like heaven
so, of course you said yes
he couldn't stop smiling, bye-
he was having butterflies in his stomach 😭 he didn't know you'd actually say yes
idk if you heard the acoustic version of 'sunshine' on the nsb music youtube channel (this is heaven, im not even kidding), but at the beginning, oli sang "you are my sunshine, my only sunshine"
the song is at the end of the hc 😈
so yeah, he would probably sing that to you!
and others songs he made with the boys ofc
and unrealeased ones 😏😏
"you like it baby? should i post it?" (the answer is yes)
this man is too sweet
he would also stroke your hair while singing
and if you don't have hair, then he'll rub your shoulders to give you a nice small massage 😌
and if you don't like massage, then he would simply hug you and kiss you on your forehead if that's something you'd like
oli = ray of sunshine
he'll wait for you to be asleep, before going to sleep again
like this man will never fall asleep before you
he'll always wait for you
that way, he knows you're okay
your security > his security
like pls this man do not care if he doesn't sleep! As long as you do, he's happy
i hope you guys understand what im trying to say here 😭🤭
anyways!! to conclude this hc, oli would be so sweet and cute
like he doesn't mind if he have to sacrifice his sleep for you
he'll always do it <3
taglist! (Open! Send an ask if you want to be in it!): @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0
bold can't be tagged :(
the acoustic sunshine video is here! (the link is safe!)
the song i think oli would sing to you:
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haileyywrites · 1 year
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-> Insomnia caused you to share a tender moment with Kazuha as the sun slowly rose in the distant horizon
-> Gn!reader - no pronouns mentioned! Reader and Kazuha are already in a relationship!
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Trouble sleeping wasn't something new to you, but sleeping beside Kazuha had made you able rest better recently - his soothing voice would easily lull you to peaceful sleep. His warm body would keep you comfortable in the not so comfortable sleeping quarters.
Instead of tossing and turning until you managed to fall asleep, you decided to visit the deck to watch the stars and the soon to be sunrise. It was nothing short of spectacular with the open ocean reflecting it and no city lights to hide its beauty.
It was summer but the nights were still rather cold, especially with the ocean winds blowing past you. You shivered from it - your teeth nearly clattering, until a warm pair of arms wrapped around your mid section.
You smiled as he stepped closer, your back now flush against his chest. His head dropped to lay on your shoulder after placing a few sweet pecks upon it - his open white and red strands tickled your neck making you giggle lightly.
"I'm sorry love, did I wake you?" You asked without turning to face him. You had wished to avoid waking him up, but it seems that nothing escaped his notice.
"It's fine, the bed just became cold with you gone." He mumbled with his voice heavy with sleep, it sounded adorable and hansome.
You hummed in response. You felt a lot calmer now but still not tired enough to fall asleep if you were to go back. Besides, you wished to see the sun rise over the waterline - then you would try to sleep.
You did feel bad for waking up Kazuha, he seemed so at peace when he slep beside you. It was an angelic sight to behold, hair open, eyes closed with his mouth slightly agape, but never snoring or drooling.
You stood under the night sky together, a comfortable silence surrounded you with the only sound to be heard was the waves caressing the boat. You began to quietly hum a simple tune as your eyes continued their mindless search of the morning sun.
You could feel Kazuha's hearbeat beating gently against your back, it was such a wonderful thing to feel, knowing it belonged to only you. You weren't even sure if he was awake anymore, as he hadn't said anything or moved an inch since your brief exchange of words.
You let out an involuntary gasp as you saw the sun beginning to climb from the horizon. Your surprise accidentally jolted Kazuha to wake up and examine his surroundings, only to see your eyes glimmer gold from the rising sun. What a sight - you both thought, both looking at different kinds of beauty.
"We should go back to bed for a few more hours..." He mumbled into your ear with a groggy voice after letting you watch the sun for a while.
You nodded, turning to face him with his arms falling loosely around your waist. You cupped his cheeks and placed a short yet sweet kiss to his lips, before moving to hold his hand and walking back to your quarters.
You did manage to fall asleep as soon as he embraced you in your shared bed, your legs were tangled together and your hands intertwined, your foreheads also close to connecting with one another. You swore you had never slept so peacefully before.
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Yes - this was entirely based on that picture :)
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lamemaster · 8 months
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Cannot Not Love (Maglor x Reader)
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Pairing: Maglor x Reader
AN: Just wanted to feel that angst before I go slep slep. Really no plot but just angst to appease the mellow gods of Tumblr. This is inspired by a show that I have binged the entire day today :)) So now it's your problem :))))
Summary: "You cannot do this. You cannot continue loving him at this cost. At your cost. You cannot force him to love you."
Warning: Two very depresso people.
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"You all claim that this is a scheme," you turn around to face your sisters. Who stare at you with pity in their eyes. "That the Feanorian aims to use me to gain access to a world he left ages ago, but there is nothing there. You claim that he wants to regain his lost status through me." You pause, you try to reign your bubblings frustration, your traitorous thoughts that you would not dare say out loud but all fails.
Your heart has burst open from all the pain that has accumulated for so long."It was me," you tell your sisters. "I sought him, he did not seek me. I did not care for my injured feet, for my family, for my dignity, for my duties when I heard his song. I wandered, looking for him like a crazed elleth. But he…he did not even look at me. He did not care enough to acknowledge my presence," the pain of Maglor's indifference blooms in front of your eyes.
"Even after all this time he did not...he did not look," your hands tangle into your messed up hair. You crouch into yourself. Trying to escape from the thrumming ache in your every pore. You try to escape it to no avail.
"He left. He considers me nothing, not a friend, nor an enemy. I am nothing to him," you support yourself on the chaise. "How could one taking advantage be so uncaring? If he wanted my father's wealth, our status, or even his past he could have used my appreciation for him." You would have let him. You would have given him everything.
But he does not need you. You are not good enough. "It's me. I am the one living in a dream where he cares for me."
You reminisce about the past where you loved him. Hidden deep in your heart, there has always been love. A secret affection for the one whose eyes never met yours. You should stop loving him. You should not care for his songs, his harp, his music, his reserved laughter, his pain but you can't help it. He is a part of you that you cannot abandon.
"Y/N, father would never approve of it. Not with a kin-slayer…" your sister shakes your shoulders as if waking you from a nightmare. "Maglor made a choice similar to the one he made back then. He does not love you, Y/N," her words pierce your heart, and it leaves you gasping for air.
"Think about our parents, us siblings, about yourself. Does our love fall short of his?" Your sister cups your face as she seats you on the chaise. Her hands untangle your fingers from your hair. "You cannot do this. You cannot continue loving him at this cost. At your cost. You cannot force him to love you."
"And what about forcing someone to not love?" Your sisters look ready to argue, but you continue. "Fine, then. I will not leave this room. I will live burning in this prison-like confinement, but neither you, father, nor Maglor can stop me from loving him." You have tried so hard but nothing has stopped you or your heart. The tears in your eyes make it harder to see the world. The noise of your own heartbeat drowns every other sound.
Your aggrieved hiccups and your sobs leave your throat tight and aching. I am not capable of not loving him." It is a confession laid bare in your broken voice. "I...I love him. That's all I can do."
In the end, you are left with a heart that still beats for him, even though you know it may never be reciprocated. You are a captive of your own emotions, bound by a love that refuses to release its hold on you.
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In the deep, unfrequented paths of the forest, Maglor finds himself with a harp and a song on his lips. His words blend into lyrics of a creation he does not seek yet he cannot stop. He sings with his eyes closed and rests his back against the grating bark of a tree.
Prancing deers, preening peacocks, nimble squirrels surround him with their own contributions to his song. It is peaceful, and for a fleeting moment, the pull of his oath, the call of the Silmarils, and the weight of guilt from his crimes dissipate into the embrace of nature's harmonies.
Yet, even in his music, there is a secret waiting to be revealed, a temptation lurking within his grasp. An incomplete scenery waiting to be completed by its painter. And when he finally opens his eyes, he finds you.
Standing in front of him, your hands stretched in an elegant posture, your feet moving to the rhythm of his song, your hair flying in the air like a cascade of silk. You dance, not for an audience, but for the pure joy of the moment, and it captivates him.
You pause gracefully when his song comes to an end, your eyes meeting his with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine. There is something in your gaze that both draws him in and scares him the most.
An emotion so profound that Maglor cannot bring himself to bear it. He has always seen it in your eyes, ever-present, and it lingers even after all that has come to pass. Maybe that is why he cannot bring himself to confront it. He cannot fathom accepting a gift given so selflessly, for he believes he is unworthy of such pure affection.
As the echoes of his music fade, the forest seems to hold its breath, as if anticipating the moment that follows. You step closer to him, the distance between you narrowing with every heartbeat.
There is an unspoken understanding between you, a connection that transcends words. For a moment, time seems to stand still, and the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you.
He knows just the way your dance completes his song, the way his notes complete your steps. You both complete the incomplete in each other. He has known it for the longest time. And you have too.
There is not a single accusation in your eyes. No complaints about his actions, just him. He sees himself. Your delicate gown trails on the forest floor behind you, while your feet bleed onto the soil of Aman.
Blood has followed him here. Into your life. A reminder of his fate. A fate that would follow you. He cannot...the stage of your union with him remains untouched.
Maglor flees from the love that has knocked on his door. As he has done for all of your confessions. Unworthy, he is not worthy of accepting it as he was in the past.
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victoriously-wicked · 4 months
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NOVEMBER 17TH 2023
ONCE UPON A TIME APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 6
FAVOURITE PLOT TWIST FANFIC- ZELENA IS MARIAN
This fic is inspired by this scene and this scene from 4x19 and 4x20. It takes place immediately after Zelena removes her glamor at Robin’s apartment. There were just so many missing moments based around the aftermath of that reveal which we didn’t get to see. This acts as a direct continuation of what happens after 4x19 ends. Anyways, hope you like it. Here you go. (4276 words) The fic starts down below
“Hello, dear husband.”
“No.” Robin whispered, stepping away from Zelena.
“What the hell was that?” Lily asked Emma, her tone hushed.
“That was magic.” the Savior simply responded, looking infront of them at Regina, who took a step toward a visibly distraught Robin.
“Come on Robin, we have to get you and Roland out of here.” she warned, waiting for him to move. However, his feet stayed planted to the ground and he refused to meet anybody’s gaze. “Robin, get Roland and let’s go.” she repeated, but no response came from the thief.
“I think he still wants to stay.” Zelena smiled, flashing her teeth with a knowing grin. Ignoring her sister, Regina focused back onto the man infront of her.
Why isn’t he moving?
“Robin what are you doing? Get your son and let’s go!”
“I-I can’t.” he suddenly stuttered.
“Yes, you can. Just come with me. C’mon, let’s go.” she smiled gently, holding out a palm for him to take, but when he shook his head, her face dropped and she lowered her hand.
“I’m sorry. I can’t leave her here.”
What?
“What?”
“Do you want to tell her, or should I?”
Regina snapped her gaze away from Robin to glare at Zelena, shooting daggers into her sister’s head. 
What the hell‘s that emerald nut job talking about now? 
“Tell me what?” she demanded, raising her voice to hide the quiver behind it. Her brows knitted together as she turned back to Robin and silently begged for him to talk. To look at her. Anything. “Robin?” 
But still, he simply let his eyes widen in horror as he stared incredulously at the redhead, mouth agape. Regina felt her insides coiling in on themselves. She pressed a hand to her chest in a futile attempt to calm her ragged breaths that were only getting quicker by the second, but nothing in all the realms could’ve remotely prepared her for the words that would escape from Robin’s lips moments later.
“She's pregnant.”
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No.
Bile rose in her throat.
No. He’s lying. 
Tears clouded her eyes.
He only left two months ago, he couldn’t have. . . not that quickly. 
Zelena smirked at Regina, a smug grin embedded on her face.
“Y-You got her. . . pregnant?” the brunette breathed out, before a wave of realisation washed over her. “Oh God, you and Zelena slep-” 
“No, no don’t say it.” Robin groaned, shaking his head.
“But you did.” Regina choked out, unable to form a coherent sentence any longer than a few words. Though it came out sounding like a question, she knew she was stating fact, and her stomach dropped even lower when Robin felt the need to silently nod in confirmation.
“We did. But I-I never would’ve if I knew . . .”
His words feel on deaf ears as Regina whipped her head back to her sister, every inch of her body seething at the sight of the redhead.
“Oh, you’re vile. You. . . with him?” she growled, trying to keep herself from absolutely losing it and raining hell on her sister in front of Emma, Robin, and Mal’s daughter. Zelena gleefully giggled and took a step forward toward Regina.
“Indeed, sis. And seeing you like this, all helpless and broken? Mmm, well that just makes all the effort I put in worthwhile.” she taunted coyly, tracing her fingers over her abdomen. Regina couldn't help but let her eyes follow along with her sister’s travelling hand and her gaze came to fixate on her stomach.
Her stomach holding his child.
“You did this to spite me?” she asked incredulously.
“Oh no, dear. I did this to destroy you, just like I promised I would at our little duel by the clock tower. Funny how my plan to change the past didn’t go as I’d originally anticipated, with Cora keeping me and you never being born. But I must say, this outcome is so much better than anything my original plan would’ve changed because this way, you’re alive. Alive to see that I won. And now, I get to sit back and watch as you suffer.”
Regina’s nostrils flared as she dangerously approached her sister.
“I am not having this conversation with you.” she spat venomously, her hands twitching as they fought against the urge to wring Zelena’s neck right then and there.
“Wait Regina, we really need to talk about this.” Robin pleaded, gently reaching for the brunette’s arm after she had just turned on her heel to walk away.
“No-I. . . I have to get away from here before I melt her face off and burn this damn apartment down.” Regina haphazardly fumbled over her words while trying to escape from Robin’s grip and make her way to the door.
“Regina, no-“
“Robin. Please.” she silently begged, managing to jerk her arm out of his grasp. Her heeled boots clicked against the floor as she brushed past Lily and Emma, the latter of which mumbling something into her ear when she was a few steps shy of leaving.
“Hey Regina, maybe you should-”
“Don’t, Swan. Not now.” is all she flatly replied with before slamming the door behind her and leaving the group of four alone in the living room of the cold apartment.
~~~
As the sound of the door slam echoed around the room, Emma sighed and pulled out her cellphone from the pocket of her jeans.
“I better follow her. She doesn’t know her way around New York, she’ll end up lost if I don’t keep an eye on her. Robin, I’ll text you when I find her and she’s cooled off a little?” she proposed, looking at the former thief who let out a tense breath.
“I-yes. Thank you, Emma. And uh, do you think you can take Roland with you, if it’s not too much trouble? It’s just, I don’t want him asking why his mother has suddenly disappeared. Or hearing anything from the conversation that we’re about to have.” he explained, gritting his teeth as he waved his hand between himself and Zelena.
“Y-Yeah sure, Roland can tag along. Lily, you’re coming too.“
“Fine. I’ll be in the hallway.” the young brunette shrugged, still stunned from having witnessed what she just saw, before leaving the apartment.
Emma sighed heavily and slowly walked into the bedroom of the apartment where Roland was too invested in a game he was playing with his toy horse to notice the blonde approach and kneel beside the bed.
“Hey, buddy.” she gently called, ruffling the boy’s head. Roland turned his head to the side and his eyes widened upon seeing the Savior.
“Emma?” he smiled with a hint of confusion in his tone, wondering how the blonde could possibly be in New York with him right now.
“Yup, it’s me.”
“How? Papa said that if you leave Storybrooke you can never go back.”
“That’s. . . not important right now, bud. But hey, you know who else is here with me? Regina.”
The toy horse dropped from the young boy’s hand and thudded as it fell against the wooden floorboards.
“She’s here too? Where is she, I wanna see her!?” Roland gasped, springing from the bed and onto the ground. Emma let out a soft chuckle and rose from her knees.
“Well, here’s the thing, I have to find her first. She left the apartment a few minutes ago. Wanna help me and my friend find her?”
“Yes!” Roland gasped, immediately finding and yanking on his jacket before scrambling past Emma to put on his shoes. Within minutes, the five year old was decked out in his outerwear, and Emma took him by the hand to guide him out the apartment with her. The blonde passed by Robin and Zelena before leaving, and gave the thief a reassuring nod as she lead Roland and herself out the door.
Once in the hallway Emma pulled Roland over to Lily, who was waiting by the top of the staircase.
“This is his kid?” Lily asked, walking towards the blonde and five year old. Emma nodded.
“Uh huh. Okay Roland, this is the friend I told you about before. Her name’s Lily. Lily, this is Roland.“
“Hi!” the small boy grinned, flashing his adorable dimpled smile at the young woman.
“Uh. . . hey, Roland.” the brunette fumbled, awkwardly. Emma adjusted her jacket and slightly grinned at her childhood friend’s nervous demeanor.
“See she’s nice, isn’t she? Which is good because she’s coming with us. Now c’mon, let’s go find Regina.”
~~~
Following the directions of the GPS tracker on Emma’s phone, the trio soon found themselves parked outside of a bar not too far from the apartment building, squashed into the cramped space of the Savior’s tiny bug.
“Alright, according to her phone location, Regina should be in there.” Emma murmured, analysing her device screen as she unbuckled her seatbelt. After peeling away the suffocating strap, she glanced up to see Roland in the reflection of the rearview mirror, struggling in the backseat to remove himself from his own belt. She immediately turned around.
“No, no, no. Hey buddy, keep that on. You’re staying in here. Little kids aren’t allowed in places like these.” she ordered, gesturing in the direction of the bar.
“But I wanna see Regina!” he whined, desperately yanking on the annoying black band. Emma slowly reached to pull his hands away from the belt and looked the boy in his eyes.
“And you will, bud. You’ll see her in a little while but for now please, just wait in the car with Lily, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Sighing, Roland let go of Emma’s hand and gave a small nod.
“Okay. But be fast, I really wanna see her.”
“I will be, I promise.”
Emma got out the bug and slowly walked to the entrance of the bar. Before she creaked open the door, the blonde sent a quick text to Robin, typing out directions to the bar. After the text eventually sent, she proceeded to step into the building.
~~~
Regina mindlessly remained perched on the barstool just as she had been for the past twenty minutes, with a drink in hand. As she stared into space, she stayed quiet. However, her mind was anything but, giving her ever-increasing mountain of thoughts the perfect opportunity to echo around in her head.
Zelena’s pregnant. . .
It’s Robin’s child. . .
Marian was never here. . .
This is all my fault-
The booming thoughts in her mind were interrupted when Regina heard the stool next to her scraping against the floor. The brunette almost turned in her chair to face away from the person beside her when out of her peripheral, she saw a blur of unmistakeable blonde locks and tacky red leather jacket sliding onto the stool. With a heavy sigh, Regina reluctantly turned to her right where, to no surprise, Emma was seated.
“This stool taken?” the blonde smiled gently causing Regina to roll her eyes and turn back to how she was seated before, staring at the countertop.
“I thought I said this was not the time to talk, Emma?” she deadpanned.
“You did. But you forget Regina, that I always know when you’re lying. And when you told me you didn’t wanna talk, guess what? You were lying.”
“Oh, and you know me so well?” Regina huffed, snapping her head in Emma’s direction but the blonde shrugged, remaining unfazed as she gestured at the bartender for a drink and placed a bill on the counter.
“I’d like to think I do. You’re afraid that you’ll say something in the heat of the moment that you’ll regret, that you won’t be able to take back. And we both know I’m right.”
“I. . .” Regina began before trailing off, unable to muster the energy to refute the Savior’s claim, especially when she’d hit it nail on the head.
“Here look, try talking to me. See if it helps.” Emma suggested, tapping Regina’s bicep.
“Seriously?” the brunette scoffed, raising her eyebrows.
“Dead seriou- oh, thank you.” the blonde quietly thanked the bartender for the beer bottle that he placed in front of her before focusing back onto Regina. “Go on, just try. What do you feel?” she softly encouraged.
Exhaling through her nose, Regina eventually caved and put her drink down, turning her body to face her friend.
“What do I feel? Humiliation. Anger. Pain. Emptiness. Guilt.”
“Guilt? Why is that?” Emma questioned, taking a sip from her bottle. She waited patiently for an answer from Regina, who took a large gulp of her own drink before doing so.
“Because. . . this is all happening because of me. Face it Swan, this feud between myself and Zelena was supposed to be just that- between me and her. But instead she had to go and drag Robin into it. And, oh God, Roland.”
Emma’s ears suddenly perked up even more at the mention of the youngster.
“What about him?”
“That boy just lost his mother for the second time. He’s gonna be devastated.” Regina breathed out, her eyes watering at the mention of the five year old she hadn’t seen in months. 
“Do you think your magic could help him? You can change his memories, right? Like the ones you gave me and Henry when Pan’s curse hit and you sent us away?”
“That’s different. My magic can’t create new memories from scratch, they have to be created from real life moments. The memories I gave you and Henry were genuine events that happened in his childhood, they just weren’t. . . with you.”
“What do you mean?”
“They were all of my memories with him. I just changed the brunette mother in them to a certain blonde with an affinity for hideous leather jackets. Which is why I can’t do that for Roland. I have no memories suitable enough to manipulate and transfer into his mind. The only other option that would work would be something like.  .  . like-”
“A forgetting potion?”
“Exactly.”
Emma wordlessly nodded and lightly rubbed Regina’s arm, whispering to the brunette.
“So, how did that feel? Talking about it?”
“. . . Not the worst thing I’ve ever done. I-I feel lighter, I suppose? But just barely.” the brunette mumbled.
“It’s still progress, that’s good. And-uh, about Roland. . .”
“What? Did something happen to him-”
“No, it’s just he. . . may or may not be in the bug outside with Lily, waiting to see you.” Emma murmured, mostly into her half empty bottle, but Regina caught her words and her brown eyes immediately brightened as she gasped and stood from her stool.
“He’s here? He wants to see me?”
“Yes. Robin wanted me to get him out of the apartment for. . . obvious reasons- but anyway, when I told the kid you were in New York, one of first things he said was that he was so excited to see you again. And when we pulled up outside this place, he was insistent on coming inside with me.”
“He was?” Regina asked, as her lips smiled ever so slightly. 
“Honestly. I swear, if this place wasn’t a bar he’d probably be sitting here with us right now.”
Regina gave a light chuckle and glanced back at Emma.
“I wanna see him. Roland.”
“You think you’ve let off enough steam?”
“If that’s the way you want to so-eloquently word it then yes, Emma. I have.”
Rolling her eyes playfully, the blonde slowly hopped off her stool and nodded, before manoeuvring herself and Regina out the bar.
~~~
“Okay, okay, wait. So you’re telling me you’ve actually slept in the woods? Like, without a tent?” Lily asked, turning to face Roland in the back of the car.
“All the time with Papa and the Merry Men back in the Enchanted Forest!”
“Wow, you’re actually Robin Hood’s kid. This is craz-“ the brunette begun to say before the door opened and Emma’s head curled it’s way inside.
“Hey, guys.” 
“Emma!“ Roland cheered.
“Thanks for watching him, Lily.”
“Sure.” she nodded.
“And Roland, come on. Get out the car. Somebody wants to see you.” the blonde smiled, pulling her head back out the bug and closing the door. Roland gasped and fumbled to undo the seatbelt. The instant he was free, he scrambled out the vehicle and looked up at Emma.
“Where is she?”
“Follow me.” the Savior smiled, and held out her hand. She pulled Roland along with her to the end of the street, where Regina was nervously waiting against a wall, her arms crossed against her chest to keep herself warm in the frosty New York city air.
The instant Roland spotted the figure by the end of the street, he yanked himself from Emma’s grip and took off running.
“REGINA!” he yelled, his little legs going as fast as they could. Regina snapped her head to her left and gasped when she saw the boy running towards her with Emma not too far behind.
“Roland.” she breathed out, falling to her knees and opening her arms wide. The young boy launched himself into her body and Regina swooped him up in her arms, holding him tight against herself.
“Emma was right, you really are here.” Roland giggled into Regina’s ear as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
“I missed you so much.” she mumbled.
“Me too.“
Regina couldn’t help her smile as she gently loosened her grip on Roland and lowered him to the ground. She noted that she didn’t have to bend down as much as she had anticipated in order to set him down safely, and it was then that she finally realised the small, yet noticeable, difference in his height.
It had only been a few months, but the young boy had stretched a couple inches taller since leaving Storybrooke.
“Wow. You’ve. . . gotten so big.” the brunette smirked playfully, hoping that she was doing a good job at masking the pain on her face and in her voice. 
He looks so grown up.
“I drink milk everyday because Papa told me it will help me get tall and strong!” Roland beamed, flexing the pair of scrawny little arms hidden under the thick layer of his marshmallow-looking coat. 
“It seems as though that milk is doing the trick. Your father may be onto something there. He’s. . . he’s a smart man.” Regina chuckled before trailing off, noticing Emma on her phone, standing a few feet away after having jogged to keep up with Roland.
Emma slowly typed out another message to Robin, giving him word that Regina had seemingly calmed down a bit. After the blonde pressed ‘send’, she turned off the phone and stepped forward to the pair of brunettes infront of her.
“Roland?” she called.
“Hmm?”
“Can you do me a favor and stand by the wall over there? I need to talk with Regina.”
“Okay!” he grinned as he sprinted off, slamming his back into the grimy brick wall after making contact with it, and waiting eagerly.
“You seem happier.” Emma smiled, noting the soft smile that had weaselled it’s way onto Regina’s face.
“Yes.”
“So, uh. . . now that you’ve taken a small step- y’know, with Roland, are you ready for something bigger?”
“Such as?” Regina prompted, quirking an eyebrow.
“Talking to Robin-“
“No, Emma. . .”
“Look how easy it was with Roland!”
“Because he’s a five year old! It’s easy to talk to him. All he finds interesting is ice-cream and animals.” Regina deadpanned.
“I know, but don’t you think it’ll be better to talk to Robin sooner rather than later? You’ve said it yourself, he’s your soulma-“
“Who chose his back-from-the-dead-fake-magic-glamor-Zelena-wife over me.”
“See, you hear yourself? You’re already letting your thoughts stew in your head. And this way, when it all ends up coming out in long run, it’s going to end much, much worse. But only if you keep putting it off.” the Savior argued, and pulled out her phone, typing yet another quick message to Robin, asking for his whereabouts. When his reply informed her that he was less than a few minutes away, she smirked slightly.
Regina suddenly narrowed her eyes and stared at the blonde. More specifically, at the glowing phone screen in her hand.
“Emma. . . who’s on the other end?”
“Huh?”
“Your phone. Your texts.”
“Oh, that. I-“
“Is it him?”
“Regina-“
“Is it?”
“. . . yes.”
“For God’s sake, Swan. Why can’t you just listen to me for once in your life? I can’t speak with him, I’m not ready!” Regina exasperated, before a familiar British accent came from behind her.
“That may be so, but we do need to to work this out.”
“Robin.” the brunette gasped, turning on her heel.
“Please, Regina. We must talk about this.” the thief begged, reaching out to take her hands in his. 
“I- I. . .” Regina stuttered, unable to formulate a coherent thought, so Emma hastily stepped in. 
“Okay, I’ll take the kid back to the apartment. You two can stay here and talk in the bar.” she muttered, leaving with Roland before either Regina or Robin could protest. It was less than a few minutes later that the screech of tyres could be heard as Emma, Lily, and Roland drove away in the bug.
With the two of them alone on the street, Robin apprehensively took another step towards Regina and tilted her head upwards by the chin to look her in the eye.
“Shall we go to the bar? I’ll buy the beers.” he gently proposed, but Regina shook her head.
“No. Not beer. I’m gonna need something much stronger for this.”
~~~
After entering the bar and ordering their drinks, Robin and Regina chose a spot in a secluded corner of the room to talk without being bothered, except neither of the pair even dared to utter a single word after being seated.
Not until around ten minutes later, when their drinks were brought to the table. 
Robin retrieved his drink from the waitress, yet he barely took a sip, simply propping his elbow up on the table and resting his head in his hand. Regina, on the other hand, was quick to grab her cup and swallowed a large gulp. 
The fresh wave of alcohol seemingly appeared to have given her the slightest ounce more of courage, as she finally decided to be the one to break the silence.
“So. . .” she trailed off, setting her glass down.
“Yeah.” Robin whispered, dropping the hand under his chin.
“So, you moved on. With her.” Regina bitterly stated.
“That’s not fair, you understood. You agreed.” Robin insisted, exhaustion creeping into his voice. 
“Understanding it and seeing it are different.” the brunette scoffed, cradling the drink in her hand.
“That’s hardly the most important point here? My son. Zelena’s not going to keep wearing that glamor and Roland’s not going to understand where his mother’s gone. For him to lose her again-“
“A forgetting potion.” Regina interjected, cutting off the thief’s spiralling thoughts. “Just take him back to before the fake Marian showed up. He’ll lose time but. . . it’s better, right?” she asked apprehensively.
“Yes. Thank you.” he sighed gratefully at Regina, who watched as his relief then morphed into distress.
“God, poor Marian. . . and Zelena, just killing her like she meant nothing so she could play out this sad farce with us. I just- I wanna... but I can't. I mean, I- I knew that things didn't feel right, but I just didn't know why.”
“I'm sorry. This was all about me. For her, this was all about. . . making sure I never get my happy ending.” she sighed, looking down at her lap. Robin quickly lowered his head to meet her gaze.
“If by ‘happy ending’, you mean us, then . . . at least, in a way, that's possible again.” he slowly divulged, causing Regina to stare at him incredulously.
He’s got to be kidding.
“Look, it's messy, I know, but . . . between us-“
“Is a huge obstacle. And it's going to get bigger every day, and not just for nine months either. It's a lifetime she has cooking in there. No matter what happens from now on, there's going to be this child. You're tied together in a way... in a way we'll never be.” Regina mumbled and averted her eyes in shame, unwilling to elaborate on that last comment of hers. “I'm such an idiot to think that life wouldn't kick me in the teeth again.”
“I hear you.” Robin insisted. “Just. . .” 
“Just what?” Regina quietly demanded, her words lacking their usual bite.
“What do we do now?”
 ~~~
Regina took another swig of her drink and faced Robin. 
“We go back to Maine.” she whispered. The former thief’s brows knitted together in confusion.
“Go back? But, I thought leaving meant-“
“That you couldn’t come back, I know.” Regina replied, shaking her head as a plan began to string together in her mind. “And that still hasn’t changed, but Emma and I found a way to briefly bypass the protection spell long enough to cross the town line.”
“You did?” Robin asked through a smile, to which the brunette responded with a small nod. “Alright, then we’ll leave in the morning.”
“No, tonight.”
“Does it make any difference?”
“Yes.” Regina insisted. “We have to contain Zelena as quickly as possible. Not to mention Roland’s forgetting potion. We can’t afford to wait, who knows what else that witch could pull.” she muttered under her breath. 
After taking a second to assess the plan, Robin nodded slowly and then shifted out of his seat.
“Okay. . . I trust you.” he gently said, holding out his palm for Regina to take. 
“I know you do.” the brunette smiled, accepting his hand and easing herself from the chair. “Now . . . let’s collect everybody from the apartment and get the hell back to Storybrooke.”
So there it is, hope you enjoyed it. This isn’t exactly my favourite plot twist, per se, but it was the one that threw me the most when I first watched it. I vividly remember going into an anger-fuelled fit of hyperventilation after they revealed that Zelena was pregnant. So yeah… that was a fun day.
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sleepingbeautyaurora · 6 months
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It's really hard to try a lot of new habits all at once
But should I just do nothing? No
I've been using my cellphone a lot, but the worst is using before sleeping and after waking up
Since I would also like to incoporete reading in my routine, I'm gonna read a book 1h-30min before slepping and after waking up (if I have the time)
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Hope it works, cause I'm kinda of lazy. I'll try to update this challenge, cause, otherwise, I'll probably just give up
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Hello hello , can you please provide some soft Lotor pics , if not it's fine , Happy Holidays and thank you for lovely writing and art ❤️💜💖🤗🥺
Hello, and thanks for your kind note! Happy holidays to you! While I've been trying to update some stories in the free time I've had, I'm not much of an artist myself. But if you're looking for soft Lotor art specifically, I can make recommendations for you to check out!
Adorable-Soft Lotor by @vanillafry: https://vanillafry.tumblr.com/post/171524409164/when-you-have-art-block-you-draw-softlotor-with
Sleepy-Soft Lotor by @effits-franki: https://effits-franki.tumblr.com/post/173867077478/a-really-quick-lotor-doodle-he-slep-do-not
More Sleepy-Soft Lotor by @aealzx: https://aealzx.tumblr.com/post/636278519350116352/hhhhrrrrggggg-i-feel-super-shy-putting-these-up
Soft Lotot with Kova by @elynnart: https://www.tumblr.com/elynnart/181254093312/lotor-deserves-the-entire-universe-and-you-cant
Happy-Soft Winter Lotura by @ziksua-blog: https://ziksua-blog.tumblr.com/post/171562946539/hello-i-love-them-together-hahahaha
Sad-Soft Lotor by @lancemyboi2k17: https://lancemyboi2k17.tumblr.com/post/181198836945/finally-home
Sad-Shirtless-Soft-Lotor by @kir-tata: https://kir-tata.tumblr.com/post/172525052211/lotor-again-lonely-and-sad-sketch-with
Sexy-Soft Lotor by @z-nth: https://z-nth.tumblr.com/post/172982306895/minty-fresh
Funny-Soft Lotor by @33-ko: https://33-ko.tumblr.com/post/172043870159/oh-no
Basically, I should like to link just about every Lotor and Lotura artist around a;ldfjas 
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Looking for a remedy
I wrote a texting drabble!
Summary: Draco asks Hermione for help. Ron is a bit annoying.
Read on AO3
You can also read it here:
Draco is normal | Hermione is italics | Ron is bold
The Better Trio
Granger Granger Granger
What, Draco? What, Draco? What, Draco?
I’m having an emergency! I need help!
What’s wrong now? Is this something real or like that time you texted us because you thought Harry had been kidnapped but he was actually slepping in the other bedroom to escape from your snores?
Are you going to remind us of that story EVERY FUCKING TIME?
Yes.
Stupid weasel.
Draco, what happened???
Oh, yes! My emergency. I need an urgent remedy.
For what??  Why are you so exasperatingly slow to tell us what’s wrong?
He loves the drama
I’m dramatic like that.
See?
Weasel gets me.
Draco. Focus. What’s so urgent?
I spilled tea on Harry’s photo album. You know the one with his parents and Sirius? That one.
WHAT??? You’re an idiot! He’s going to kill you. Also, you know you’re a wizard, right? You can do magic.
Oooohh!! Really, Weasel??? Am I a wizard??? I didn’t know that!!!! Do you think I didn’t try that already???? It’s still stained!!
Try again. It’s tea, not poison. Maybe you’re doing the spell wrong.
I’m doing the spell perfectly fine, thank you very much. 
I’m trying to help you!  Are you sure it was just tea?
You don’t happen to have any weird fetish we should know about, right?
WHAT THE FUCK, WEASLEY??
Just asking, mate. I’m not judging you ;)
RON!
What?? I don’t know what Draco’s into!
Not into wanking over my boyfriend’s dead parents pictures! By the way, I tried again and it’s all fine again Thanks for nothing
That’s what I told you to do!
Just ignore him, Hermione. Life’s better that way.
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Lúcio, hey! I really wanted to catch you before you dashed off hehe, your music just drew me right in! Anyway, i've got some questions if you wouldn't mind?
Perhps.. 5, 6 and 12 from the ask game? :]
Also, how did serenading your dear Libby go? ;] ✨️
Haha, well hey Slep! Thanks for stopping by! How’s my favorite fish been?
Oh! That? It… it went well. You know I always love making new beats for her. Karamatsu even offered some guitar samples for me to remix into it… it was really nice.
But hey, I wouldn’t worry too much about that! I’d keep an eye on your own herd, haha! Last I heard, all of your living foods were trying to plan a banquet for you. But what do I know? Anyways, of course I’ll answer some questions for you! Let’s get to it!
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5: Any upcoming plans with Libs?
I think right now we’re all just trying to figure out how to celebrate the holidays! The others and I usually throw a big party with Libs, kind of like the one we did for Halloween. I should plan another clubbing night for us sometime though. That’d be fun!
6. What was my first impression of Libs when I first met her?
I don’t know… I guess I always thought she was really sweet! She was definitely shy back then though, but looking back I guess it makes sense! Anyways, I knew some of her writing before I met her, so I also kind of admired her for how creative she seemed to be! I can make some amazing tunes, but I don’t know if I can come up with the storylines that she has. It’s… it’s nice knowing she felt pretty much the same way about me.
But, uh, moving on!
12. Are there any hobbies or interests I’ve gotten into from Libs? Or, are there any of hers that I can’t get into?
Well lately, Libs has been really into jellyfish! She’s been doing a lot of research on them, I think for a new project of hers? Anyways, she’s been finding time to tell us a bit of the facts she’s learned, and it’s actually really interesting! Like comb jellies! They basically naturally produce light! Now how cool is that?! She’s also been getting into making ita bags, which actually sounds really fun! I kind of want to make a frog ita bag to bring to my shows, or even an ita bag based on her!
Anyways, hmm, a hobby or interest of hers I can’t get into? The only one I can think of would be moths. She really likes them, and that’s cool and all, but those eye patterns on their wings just freak me out! Ha, I guess that just means they work though, right?
Thanks again for asking something!
~ Lúcio 🐸🎶
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My Halloween Got Cursed (Apparently)
Told in list form because today is a No Braincells day.
Halloween felt bleh
hmm, let's look at Tumblr for comfort!
yooo, the Halloween fics are very cool. i wanna, like. do that.
starts writing SaSi Halloween fic for le spooky holiday
am already exhaustion but trying so hard
like a good lil weirdo writer (affectionate)
it's 10pm
all of the D E P R E S S I O N starts to hit and now NUMB
that's okay, will finish fic tomorrow and make a lil joke about "pretend it's still Halloween". it'll be okay :)
tomorrow hits
very Low and Bad Depression day
ffs i just wanted to write the fic. mf.
day is a blur
am too NUMB and TIRED to do anything
devastation
will just say "was supposed to be for Halloween, rip" instead of joke
joke is gone :(
cannot rest, must do School
slep
day 3 of Depression Please FFS Let Me Write
finally progress on fic
YAY PROGRESS
brain halts progress like this -> >:3
(cry)
must get le mood back so can write
feels like it's the 3rd but is only le 2nd (time? no comprehension of time, nope)
TLDR: I have a Halloween fic on the way. It's just taking me longer than I thought cause depression sucks. But don't worry, should be posted soon :D
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shanti-ashant-hai · 11 months
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shanti shanti shanti
I'm trying to conjure you in front of me rn
shkjskjsjksjsjk just as i was gonna go sleep-
YOU SHOULD TOO BTW GO SLEP
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sleepcitytx · 11 months
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the-firebird69 · 1 year
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So we going through Mexico and Dan the Man and Ernesto will probably still Sue he says because it's a game. It's not for much money. And going up through there and I said don't stop and don't let me out cuz he's kind of saying I should drop you off cuz she's mad at me for some. And he's trying to threaten and I said after we passed the border I said this is what it was someone starting us and I found out later for a report there like 200,000 tanks out there class A and bigger than m1 Abrams and said was I didn't put together the whole way I said this is what the nut incident is and it's Tommy f and he had taken over and he did it again and I drove out there probably people say 2 miles no that was me and they say it's like 10 miles long of hardware right by guns every single one of them thinking this sucks cuz I'm responsible if you guys get drunk and don't care as much. Play care but you know. So think about it it's like a revelation he's the nut boy
Zues
He's also the banana smoker and it means something that he's been tampering with bananas and people started figuring out cuz you can't eat the bananas it's just making them here in Florida
It's going on now and people are not too pleased with it but he says what kind of drugs and sometimes it's better than the psychoactive stuff which are immune suppressants immuno repressors it's mild but it's really done with cholesterol and things like that it's very evil and dangerous and other chemicals so we will address that as soon as we can I know now but this is good for me and I'm Hera and I'm here he was talking he says and I'm amazing can detect it but really to text me more than anyone else hahaha he says that's not true and it's not so we're working together and they hear him driving then today I saw how much stress he was under and he got home and he just slepped and he couldn't get up are you trying to and and he did it twice he was trying to get up in his dream. So we're sitting in the pastry and I said we have to have squats pestering and we have to trade them off and sign them on just like a job and request people to do it and increase it because it's a distraction and it works and it works for me so we're doing it like crazy to him and he got paranoid. That is a huge master plan there are clans did and is he I'm saying it was very evil like that and so they're going at it with him
Hera Zues
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