#its so relaxing to be able to create again

[cmentarek]

Finished my art school portfolio and suddenly i love drawing again!!

im coming back hopefully. im back gay nation. i will reply to asks and post more soon

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[mrsbarnesblog]

safe and sound

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summary: after a hellish two weeks of work, Rafe finally drags himself home past midnight, craving not food or sleep but you.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: concensual somnophilia, unprotected p in v, creampie, cockwarming

a/n: tumblr has been dry as hell recently, and I can barely find anything good to read, so I have to at least try to post something. also... might drop p!links tomorrow🫣

requests are open

Rafe’s head had been pulsing for the past few hours, and he couldn’t wait for the moment he would be able to return home to you finally. Everything at work went wrong. People were too stupid, not knowing how to do their damn jobs, and were getting on his last nerves, not to mention the important deal he had been working on for the past two weeks. 

When Rafe finally stepped inside the house, way past midnight, he felt himself instantly getting more relaxed. The familiar scent that you created there, the warm lights that you surely left on only for him, knowing that he would get home late, and the simple feeling of being in his safe space. His neck was killing him, exhaustion making his head feel slightly dizzy, so he didn’t even want to eat the dinner that you left on the stove. 

Instead, he carelessly took off his jacket, leaving it draped over the back of the chair, and went upstairs to the only person who could make it at least a little more bearable. Of course, you were already sleeping, nestled at your side of the bed, with your legs bent at the knee and hugging a thick blanket as you did with him whenever he was sleeping next to you. The room was dark beside the distant light from the street that was getting in through the open window and the one that Rafe left in the hallway behind him. 

He stood at the foot of your bed, eyes hungrily roaming over your soft and relaxed body, only in a tank top and panties, because no matter how tired Rafe was, the need for you had always been bigger. He didn’t have many opportunities to spend time with you throughout the past two weeks, always leaving the house too early and getting back too late. 

And Rafe was craving you—your voice, your presence, your touch, your fucking body wrapped around him, and he couldn’t even remember the last time he had time to be around you. Not in the morning, with you still half asleep as he kissed you and left for a whole day, and not way past midnight when he could only snuggle close to you and pass out from exhaustion.

His body, despite being beyond tired, reacted on its own and he started undressing, leaving clothes carelessly on the floor. Rafe was hard just from looking at you, just from imagining having you close to him again. So he snuck behind you on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, as his chest was pressed to your back. 

As if sensing him even through your sleep, you instinctively moved backward, melting into him and releasing a content sigh. Rafe’s hand sneaked under the pillow, the other one slowly wrapped around you and went under the hem of your top, relishing the warmth of your skin. His head dipped lower, at first just barely ghosting your naked shoulder with his lips and then hiding his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with pleasure.

Your ass was firmly pressed into his stiff cock, which didn’t have a chance to feel anything besides his fist when Rafe became way too overwhelmed and could only spare two free minutes at work. He softly moaned into your neck, and before he could think of anything better, his hand started moving from your belly down to your panties, easily slipping past the elastic band and finding your soft folds. 

Rafe knew you wouldn’t mind because you told him so multiple times, so he listened attentively to notice the way your breath slightly hitched in your sleep before you relaxed again and moved your legs further apart as if on instinct. 

He rutted against your ass, unable to do anything with how much he wanted and needed you. His fingers slowly dipped lower, pushing inside of you while his thumb pressed on your clit. He worked with you carefully, moving his fingers in and out until he felt the slick substance covering his palm.

You were still asleep when Rafe took his hand away and instead pulled your panties to the side, adjusting himself behind you, and then very slowly and carefully pushed his aching cock inside. He bottomed out, pressing himself against your ass and fighting himself to let you adjust and not move the way his body wanted to. His cock nestled perfectly inside of you and Rafe’s head fell forward on your shoulder from how good it felt.

You didn’t know what exactly woke you up. Maybe it was a broken, barely audible moan somewhere behind you, or maybe it was the way you suddenly felt full and your body was tingling with something familiar that your hazy mind couldn’t quite comprehend. 

Rafe saw the moment your lashes softly fluttered against your cheek, your eyes opening, and a slight disorientation startled you. Your hand instinctively fell on his that was firmly pressed against your stomach as you couldn’t at first understand what was happening, so he stopped his movements, leaning his head even closer to your ear. 

“Shh, it’s just me.” He mumbled, barely heard even in the quietness of your bedroom. Your body instantly relaxed against him, your fingers lacing through his as you hummed softly. “I missed you so fucking much, baby.”

“Rafe?” Your voice was sleepy, a little bit hoarse, as you threw your head back, leaning closer to him.

“Yeah, baby, ‘m here.” Rafe’s lips trailed up your shoulder, on the side of your neck, and when you turned your head, he managed to finally reach your lips. Your kiss was soft and so lazy, with your mind still trying to fully wake. Rafe’s hips slowly rode into yours, sliding deeper into your heat, while his hand tried to bring you even closer to his body. “Is that okay?”

“Mhm.” You smiled against his lips, your head falling back onto your pillow with a content sigh. Your legs shifted slightly, still sleep-heavy, parting just enough to let him slide deeper, the way he always liked. Like your body was made for him—the way he fit inside you, the way your back against his chest felt like two puzzle pieces. 

Rafe moved slowly, dragging his throbbing cock through your soft walls and then pushing back in with a grunting moan. You slowly moved back onto him, as much as your position and barely conscious body could, but the sound that Rafe made behind you made it enough for you to go crazy and want more. You knew how much he worked and how tired and sore his body was now because you felt his taut muscles around you and the way his hand on your belly twitched ever so slightly.

“Fuck, I needed you so bad.” His breath was hot against your ear when the only thing you could do was whimper in response to the way his cock nudged your cervix. “Everything has been fucking awful, and I couldn’t even touch you— shit, you feel fuckin’ good, baby.” You made a sleepy little sound, somewhere between a giggle and a moan, and it made his heart seize. That sound. He hadn’t heard it in days. He didn’t realize how much he needed it. His hand that had been on your belly slipped down, fingers splaying wide across your pelvis to hold you right where he wanted you. His thumb brushed your clit again in soft, slow circles, coaxing you into that hazy pleasure. 

You rolled your hips back again, softly moaning his name and fisting the sheets underneath your hand when the feeling of him stretching you made your eyes roll back. “I was gonna lose it today. Thought about you between every damn meeting, every time I wanted to punch someone. And now you're here. You always save me, even when you don’t realize it.” Rafe slightly bit the back of your neck, immediately sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth until your body trembled in shivers. 

His strokes got a bit faster, skin slapping on the skin, sliding into you still lazily but now with more need, as it felt like his head might blow off if he didn’t make you both finish. You clenched around him when he hit that spot, and his whole body stuttered. “Jesus, baby.” He groaned, forehead pressing harder against you. “You keep doin’ that and I’m not gonna last.”

You giggled, sleep still thick in your voice. “S’okay… wanna feel you…”

You turned your head just enough to kiss him again, this time with more heat, and your hand reached behind to cradle his neck. Rafe moaned into your mouth and shuddered against you, his rhythm faltering as your walls fluttered around him, clenching down, dragging him deeper with every move.

“Come inside me.”

Your voice was so quiet, so innocent, yet it made him fucking crumble. 

“I’m gonna give it to you, okay? Gonna fill you up real good, sweetheart.” Rafe panted into your skin, his lips warm and slick as they pressed over your shoulder, your neck, the shell of your ear. “You’re gonna take it all like my perfect fuckin’ girl. My girl…”

Your legs shifted again, spreading wider in a silent offering for him to do whatever he needed. His hips stuttered at the motion, your warmth swallowing him deeper than he thought possible. You were melting into the mattress now, letting him fuck into you almost desperately.

Your body was responding to him so sweetly, even half-asleep. Every clench of your walls pulled him closer to the edge, every sleepy sigh was soothing something deep in him.

“Just like that, baby, please.” Rafe was whispering nonsense now, voice trembling with restraint, sweat forming on his brow as he rocked into you, hitting the deepest parts of you over and over, too desperate to push you both over the edge. “Almost there—fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

You whined, arching your back just enough that your ass pressed snugly against his hips, forcing him even deeper. Your hand squeezed his on your stomach and you gave the softest little whisper of his name, and it made him spiral. His cock sank into you fully, your velvety walls were pulsating around him softly when your orgasm hit you and then he finally spilled into you. Your body felt warm and tingly, pressed tightly against Rafe’s as his release was making his hips jerk and push his cum into you. 

Rafe groaned deeply, something in a mix of curses and your name. His body fell on yours, slightly pushing you into the mattress with its weight, as his covered in sweat forehead pressed against your shoulder blade. You sighed in contentment, letting your eyes close for a second, letting yourself fully relish the feeling of him everywhere.

When a few minutes later you felt him start moving away, your eyes snapped open, your hand reaching backward to grab his ass and make him stay in place before you could even comprehend it. “No. Stay like that. Please.” Your voice was soft and quiet, slightly muffled by the pillow near your mouth. “I missed you, wanna be with you for the whole night”

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, moving even closer to you if that was even possible, still buried deep inside. Rafe snarked one hand under your top, his large hand spreading over one of your boobs, and not in a sexual way, just to ground himself. “‘m fucking tired and I’ve been dying without you. Gonna stay at home tomorrow, they all can fuck themselves.”

“Mhm, I’d like that. I love you, Ray.” Your voice was getting even quieter now, eyes heavy with sleep, comforted by the presence of Rafe whom you missed so deeply over the past couple of weeks. 

“I love you more.” He breathed near your ear, finally letting himself relax into the warmth of your body, feeling the way every single part of him was ready to give up and just pass out that exact second. 

He let it go, tightening his hands around your sleeping body and focusing on the feeling of you. The sound of your soft breathing, the steady beat of your heart under his palm, your warm skin against his chest, the way he was still buried in you—it all made him feel more like himself. It all made the constant noise in his head and the aching weight in his body a little bit easier. 

And for once, he didn’t want to move. Not even a little. He buried his face into your hair, nose brushing your temple, and closed his eyes. Sleep came quickly after that like it always did when you were close.

[gvshing]

Streamer Vi . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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→StreamerVi! started streaming as a hobby. She figured it would make gaming feel less lonely and unproductive. She had friends she would play with occasionally but on the days they weren’t able to game together she feared she was wasting the evening away. Playing with no one, to no one, yelling into the abyss, celebrating a win to herself. It was lonely, and she hated the feeling that made her feel she was being unproductive. Even though deep down she knows that indulging herself in something she enjoys is never a waste or ‘lazy’. 

→When she started gaining traction/viewers she was genuinely surprised. She didn’t think she was THAT entertaining. Her viewers enjoyed her reactions that seemed so genuine. Enjoying her rage, shock, tears of sadness and of laughter. Her overreactions to angering situations within the games made her fans cackle with her creative sling of words she spat at the computer.  "I can't believe you guys like to watch this. I mean I appreciate y'all tuning in, but I do hope you guys are in therapy."

→StreamerVi! mainly plays action games but she enjoys a cozy game every now and again. Finding the stimulation of the fighting and fast paced scenes more enjoyable typically compared to the relaxation of cozier games. Though she finds herself indulging in Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley in her off time.

→StreamerVi! Was bad at Minecraft. Not that she would ever agree with that statement. Her fans aren’t sure why she’s so bad at it. She’s usually amazing at fighting and surviving in games like that. It’s mainly the building she’s not great at. Her houses were made out of dirt, wood if she’s able to obtain that much, and were shittily built cubes. She tries to make more intricate things but her brain short circuits and she’ll eventually break it down and make another dirt cube in its place. As long as her house has a bed, crafting table, anvil and furnace, she’s set. 

→StreamerVi! would have an intricate story line on her Sims game that gets progressively more confusing as it goes on. “God, Shelley is such an idiot. I know I created her but Jesus. How the fuck did she end up burning the house down? I didn’t even know you could do that in Sims! First, she ruins her marriage by cheating on Esteban. Then, she loses her daughter? Still no clue where she went. Lastly, she burns the house down? That’s why I didn’t let her go to college… On second thought, maybe that’s why she’s doing all this.” 

→Her Sims characters are her babies, for sure. She cries for ten minutes straight when one dies. She’ll walk off camera and you can hear sniffling off camera before she walks back in. “Okay, how can I make them haunt the house? I know they can do it. I will pay any amount of money to have that happen.”

→StreamerVi! would put up a poll on what games to play next on her stream and would put a joke game on there that would end up getting the most votes. So now she’s stuck playing some weird simulator game that lags constantly and is crashing every 5 minutes. “Who the fuck would make a dish washing simulator? I’m doing chores as a video game? That’s fucking boring. Why did you guys have to pick this one? Do you hate me? Be honest."

→StreamerVi! is a rage quitter. 100%. She would scream and smack her headset down on the table, walking away from her PC fully. Leaving the stream for almost a full minute to take deep breaths. “I may have overreacted a bit. Maybe. That boss is still a bitch, what the fuck even is that?” 

→She would sit down back at her desk and stare into the camera, hands in a fist resting over her mouth in embarrassment. “Guys, pretend that didn’t happen.” She would boot up the game to retry and be done five minutes later when she still couldn’t beat whatever it is she couldn’t win. “Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Fuck this game. See you tomorrow stream, I’m going to go take a deep breath and touch some fucking grass.”

→StreamerVi! drunk streams... already drunk when streaming or getting drunk on stream. She's done both. It doesn't happen often but when it does it a nice treat of chaos. Slurring, hiccupping and hearty laughter that echoes thoughout her whole apartment. The fans love it.

→StreamerVi!’s desk is probably messy. It’s not overly messy but she definitely has a few cups littered around, and old takeout containers from her 8 hour long streams. She cleans it frequently. She just spends so much time sitting over that desk, hunched over in uncomfortable positions, that it gets messy the second it’s cleaned. She eventually puts a trash can and a tub for dirty dishes right next to her desk to prevent clutter. It takes one time spilling water all over her keyboard for her to implement something to help. 

→StreamerVi! would cackle at her own jokes while everybody in her chat groaned. “That was a good one! I’m such a funny guy. You don’t get it, guys. And that’s fine, you don’t see the vision. Stop calling me lame! I am not lame! I’m hilarious. You guys are the lame ones. You’re watching me, someone you claim is lame, so what does that mean about you? Yeah exactly, lame-o’s” They would also groan at her use of the word ‘Lame-o’. 

→StreamerVi! fell asleep on live one time and has never lived it down. She streams for so long and she’ll just fall asleep waiting for a cut scene to end. Head propped up on her arm, lulling over with every breath. Her hand would slip causing her head to fall and smack against her keyboard, the brand new one she got after ruining the other one with the spilled water. She would jolt awake and stare at her screen in horror, reading the chat coming in faster than normal. “Is she… sleeping?” “She fucking dead.” “Awww, she looks like a sleepy puppy.” “Why is her mouth hanging open like that?? Is she drooling?? Y’all oh my god” “Literally, what the fuck.” She reads her chat and sighs deeply. “Guys. I must go. I’m so sorry.” She would hit the ‘end live’ button and immediately scream out of embarrassment. “They will never let me live this shit down. Fuck fuck fuck.”

→ And her fans don’t. “Waiting for her to fall asleep every time at this point.” “It was one time!!” It annoys the fuck out of her, but she appreciates her fans so she doesn’t mind the stupid jokes. 

→StreamerVi! has a strict streaming schedule and she is ALWAYS on time. She sits at her desk 5 minutes before time, ‘Go Live’ button staring at her. Anxiously scrolling on her phone until the clock hits 5pm. Streaming for the past 3 years has been all she knows, yet the anxiety she feels before beginning is intense every single time. 

→Anxiety melts away within seconds of hitting the dreaded button. Chats streaming in of various ‘hello’s and ‘missed you’s. 

→StreamerVi! probably streams more than just games as well. She enjoys vlogging when she’s out and about doing random stuff, like when she’s travelling and trying new foods. “Okay, what am I about to put in my mouth? If you know, please tell me, because I’m lost.”

→StreamerVi! loved the spontaneous streams sometimes more than gaming streams. They were low pressure and less chaotic. 

→She would do mundane things around her house when streaming as well. “You’re coming with me to dye my hair. I need help doing the back.” While dying it she would turn around and ask chat if she missed any pieces. They were unhelpful, as always. “You suck at this.” “Uhhhh bestie, you missed a few chunks ngl” “Does she have nobody irl who can help her with this?? Wtf are we supposed to do?” She would roll her eyes at her chat’s unhelpful responses. “I can’t even tell if you guys are being truthful anymore. You all hate me. I have friends! I’m just not bothering them with it! You guys could help! You just don’t want to! What parts did I even miss??” She eventually would facetime somebody to help her find the missing pieces. 

→COOKING STREAMS!!! 

→She loves to cook on stream! She enjoys the company when cooking. Although chat has definitely distracted her a few times and she’s burnt things because of it. “FUCK! Guys! Why did no one say anything about the literal pan on fire behind me?” She would run the pan over to the sink, throwing it in and quickly turning the water on. Snuffing the fire out. “The pan was in frame the whole time and we were chatting! I know at least one of you saw it! I even said ‘why does it smell like something burning?’ and none of you decided to say anything? You guys want me to die?” She often finds herself lecturing her fanbase as if she were their father. “Dad Vi back at it again with the lecturing.” “oohh we’re in trouble this time.” “Are we grounded?” 

→StreamerVi! would start streaming less often and get interrogated in her chat. “Where have you been??” “She’s got a girlfriend, guys. Look at her glowing. We’re so cooked.” Vi would scoff at their invasive questions. “I don’t have a girlfriend! I mean… Okay. Yes, I am seeing somebody but they’re not my girlfriend!” She would defend, growing redder the longer she goes on. Not convincing anybody. “Vi lovers. We’re fucked. We lost our chance.” “No offense guys! But none of you had a chance. I’ve just been busy… ANYWAYS! So today’s game…” she would change the subject, afraid she was going to hard launch a relationship that wasn’t even official. 

→StreamerVi! would casually drop the word ‘partner’ every now and again after a while. Accepting that she would never convince anybody that she wasn’t seeing someone. She was and she’s not a liar. 

→Chat would go CRAZYYY. Demanding to meet her partner. “You lecture us like you’re our dad all the time, and suddenly you don’t want to introduce us to your partner??” She gets what her fanbase is saying, but it ultimately depends on what the girlfriend says. Not her. 

→StreamerVi! would beg everybody to be nice when she finally does introduce you to her stream. “Guys, be nice. Don’t be mean like you are to me.” Her fans are offended. “We’re so nice!!” “So this is how you treat people who pay your rent?” “Dad Vi again.”

→StreamerVi!’s fans are nicer to you than to her. “SO pretty!” “How did VI!!! Bag you????” “no offense but she’s out of your league vi.”

→StreamerVi! Is only a little jealous. “So you guys hate me and love them? Well maybe they can just have my channel and I’ll retire since y’all hate me so much.” She’s the ultimate pouter. And pouts even more when chat is seemingly chill with that idea. “Ok! Best idea you’ve had thus far!” “yippee!” She mutes chat after that. 

→You make sporadic appearances on her channel every now and again. Often enough that you’re a ‘recurring character’ on her streams. Her fans love seeing you. Eventually you make your own streaming channel. But you only stream like once a month and it’s usually with Vi there. It’s not your thing as much as it’s hers. And you don’t want to take that away from her. 

→StreamerVi! Doesn’t tell her viewers that she proposed to you. They just happened to catch a glimpse at the engagement rings in various streams over time. “YOO IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??” “Vi and Y/N engagement era”

→StreamerVi! Keeps a majority of her personal life secret from her viewers. It’s not that she doesn’t trust them with the information of most of her friends or family, or what she does for a living outside of streaming. She just enjoys having that still be private. It’s the small things after getting an online fanbase. She appreciates her fans but they don’t need to know anything. Like the day you guys get married. That’s for her, you and attendees. But, she posts photos from that day whenever she can. One of her top favorite days of her life for sure. 

→StreamerVi! Loves this life she’s miraculously gained. The fans that bully her, the friends she’s made, the games she’s played that she might not have if it weren’t for the viewers pressuring her, and you. 

[obscuremantisman]

⁍Elliot x Reader ⁌

CW: nothing that i can think of tbh.

Elliot swears he's not going crazy. "It's just the stress", he says, "just the lack of sleep", he told himself, backing away in a corner, no stamina, at 1 hp, and in sheer terror as he watched a medkit float his way, yes, float.

He pressed himself against the wall, bracing for the impact, tears building up on his eyes. This is by far the worst round he's been in. Where's Guest 1337? Shedlesky? Two Time? Chance? Where the hell are they when Elliot needs help??

He braces himself for the impact, expecting only horrors to befall him. Maybe it'd explode? Leak poisonous gas? Or turn into a monster? Instead, Elliot was met with nothing. When he opens his eyes, the medkit is just.. frozen mid-air.

It stayed still, filling the pizza man with paranoia, waiting for something to happen as he glared at the object, specks of dirt falling off its rusty plastic. Elliot gulped, his trembling form slowly relaxing from the lack of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "What the hell is actually happening???" He mumbled out with a flinch. Did the medkit just drop itself down at his feet?? Elliot eyed it up suspiciously.

Hmmmm. It touched him and yet nothing happened. Could it be safe for use? His teammates hoarded and used all remaining medkits... So this is his only chance of survival... 75% chance of it being a trap, and 25% of it being his path to victory. It wouldn't be thaaat bad to try out his luck, right? right???? It's not like Elliot would end up surviving anyway if the killer ever finds him or something...

Seeing nothing happen once the kit was hesitantly taken in his hands. He opened the box, wrapping himself up in the bandages, and sighing in relief once finished. Elliot straightned his back, a satisfying pop sound coming from his bones. This felt so much better. Now all he needed to do is– "Hmm.. I'll admit, I fell just a tiny little bad for scaring the poor guy." Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, looking around frantically for the source of sound. What is it now? Is he going insane?? Has he been chugging down too many sleeping pills recently??? Why can't anything go his way in this place???? "But as long as the result is the one expected... who cares, am i right?"

Elliot felt a force push down his hat to cover his vision, getting his mind to swirls with even more doubts and fill up with panic, foreseeing a surprise attack that would never truly come his way. "Bye, bye, pizza boy! Don't die this round, ok?" What is this?? Is that... Is that a hand he feels? It caressed the top of his head gently before Elliot could react. "I worked hard to the bone to fetch this stupid medkit before your little friends could get to it, you know."

He looked up, but there was nothing to see. Perplexed, he tipped his hat back up, eyes darting around for something, anything to tell him he wasn't crazy and that this actually just happened. Are ghosts real? Did he get injected with 1x1x1x1x's poison and is he currently dying because of it while in some sort of crazy illusion created by it? Maybe it's all just a dream? Hmm no, that couldn't be it. He would've already woken up the moment he started panicking around.

Elliot wiped off his tears and got himself off the wall slowly, touching the spot he was pet. He didn't know what just happened and he probably wouldn't be able to figure it out anytime soon, but right now? Right now he was just glad to be alive, ready once again to help out his team and make this round a successful one. He could leave the questioning for when he gets to bed. There's a lot of this situation he has yet to digest.

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Really sleepy and so like sleeping with you headcannons lets go

I'm not sure half of these are even on the same vibe so uhm like do with that what you will, this is so long and it's atrocious but oh well. Also sorry if its ooc😻

I think maybe one line of suggestive in Franky's and Namis.

I feel like i forgot someone tbh..

Luffy

Sleeps anywhere and everywhere but sleeps better and longer next to you. Thus he is obsessed with sleeping with you and whenever he wants to sleep now you have no choice you must take sleep too. He snores and drools but that's kind of a win because then he doesn't care if you do yk? Loves taking naps with you and it's a way he likes to connect with you. Always kisses you before you sleep and after you wake up. He's so comfortable to lie next to because he's so squishy and he holds you in like every way possible because he doesn't have to worry about circulation being cut off or anything.

Zoro

Again he will sleep literally anywhere. He sleeps like a log but somehow you are the only person able to wake him up, Robin theorises it's his observation haki keeping an eye on you but whatever it is you are Zoros designated alarm clock. However, there is about a 30% chance that when you wake him up, he will just snatch you to cuddle and go back to sleep. You cannot escape his hold and if you keep trying to wake him up he'll just bite you(gently) idk he's feral. Depends on his schedule if he's comfortable or not, usually when he's bulking up he's squishier and it's nice to cushion your head on.

Sanji

Never naps and it's so alarming. How does he survive on like 6 hours everyday we will never know. Anyways he's very clingy when he's sleepy but in like a 'I don't want to bother you so I'll just sit over here looking really forlorn', just take the man to bed. Is somehow so comfy to sleep with it's actually annoying because after a certain point you just can't sleep alone anymore. Always tucks you in if you don't get up at the same time as him and he'll leave little snacks and drinks on your bedside table for when you do wake up. Sanji has a more lean muscly build so it's more comfortable to have him lie on top of you and he is not complaining in the slightest.

Nami

Loves cuddling in the winter, hates it in the summer. She's really sensitive to the temperature yk it's that innate sense of the weather, so when it's hot she is hot. But she really likes being able to touch you, so after a certain point she just forces franky to install(invent) air conditioning and it makes the summer so much more bearable. After this there's no escape, you will be cuddling every night (unless boundaries yk). She always tries to convince you stay in bed in the morning...and it always works. She's very persuasive okay. Lets you use her as a pillow, like her chest or thighs or tummy, she just wants to be next to you.

Usopp

Really shy about sleeping with you the first time. Only the first time. After that well lets just say you created a monster. He's really good at telling when you need a nap, especially when you won't admit it. He just subtly ushers you to a comfy spot and then oh what a surprise your eyes are getting really heavy and hm Usopp wouldn't mind if you leant on him for a bit and then snoreville. He thinks you're so pretty when you're sleeping because you look so peaceful and relaxed, so even if he's not tired he will always agree to a nap. He will carry you to bed. And he's so casual about it too, I guess because you're not like watching him directly so he's just like really chill.

Robin

Actually has a nap schedule with her sleep schedule, she usually takes a very short one after lunch because her power can be quite draining and so once you find this out it's just a big cuddle session which she loves. She tends to keep you to a sleep schedule too but she won't force you if you are really insistent on staying up, but she will say I told you so when you're grumpy and feel sick the next day. So lovely to sleep with, she barely moves, never hogs the blanket, doesn't snore and somehow always stays very cool even in the summer. She also always makes sure you get into bed safely if you're drunk or ill, even if she is too, she really cares about you.

Franky

I won't lie...he builds himself an entire like cushion add-on thing so you can comfortably sleep next to him. He looks like a giant marshmallow man it's so funny. But also it's so cute because he takes your comfort so seriously and he runs multiple tests to make sure it's the absolute comfiest he can be for you. Loves naps but absolutely adores actual bedtime because of the whole like rituals and because he knows he doesn't have to get up in like an hour. Sometimes he will seriously overwork into the night, but on those occasions it's fairly easy to coax him to bed(😚). Also he wears one of those stupid scrooge hats tbh. And yes he says super in his sleep.

Brook

Really insecure about sleeping together because he thinks he'll be uncomfortable to lie next to or cuddle :(. On the other hand, you're also really worried because you don't want to accidentally hurt him while he's asleep, so for the first few months you sleep in beds that are close enough to hold hands instead. Eventually when you both become comfortable with the idea, you end up sleeping together almost every night and you occasionally nap together too. He wears really soft padded pajamas to make sure you're comfy. It's surprisingly more comfy to sleep next to him than you thought it would be.

I won't lie sometimes you do shit yourself waking up and seeing a skeleton.

Jinbei

So responsible, absolutely will stop you from napping if it's too close to bedtime. He knows sleep is important but he also knows a routine is important...and he can't bear watching you sleep alone so if you mess up your schedule then you're messing up his. This also works for if you try to stay up late too, he'll straight up snatch you off the ground and just carry you to bed no matter how much you complain. Really good cuddler, like really good. He always knows how much pressure to use while holding you and when you want more or less contact, knows when you need extra blankets, when you want to sleep in a hammock instead of a bed. He's got a sixth sense for your sleeping habits (read: he's desperately in love with you).

Law

Really grumpy about it. And really shy. Also he's a hypocrite, he'll stay up working till early hours of the morning but if you dare even try he's stood there staring at you like the mf eyes of notre dame. He always wants to cuddle but absolutely despises asking so again he just stares, you can always tell though because his ears go really red. Once you're in the bed though he's suddenly mr suave i will arrange everything, he will literally pick you up to manoeuvre you both into a better sleeping position and doesn't even bat an eye. He will nap but you have to trick him into it, he secretly loves it and lets you do it even when he knows what's happening.

Kidd

Needs like 15 million blankets to sleep. Uses one of said 15 million blankets to wrap you up like a burrito if you refuse to come sleep/nap with him. But actually it kinda does hurt his feelings so you can make up for it by playing with his hair until he falls asleep. Loves napping, he's like an overgrown cat and he'll sleep literally anywhere. But if it's anywhere other than his or yours (or killers) room he somehow? manages? to scowl? in his sleep? Yeah I don't know but it just stops his crew from messing with him because he looks so angry. Like Zoro he will literally just snatch you if you're in his vicinity, like you walk past for two seconds and then suddenly your vision flips and you're just stuck in this iron grip. He won't let you go and the crew just walk past you too.

Killer

You literally don't sleep together until you've been dating for like a fucking year. He really values his privacy and you really respect it which culminates in neither of you asking for such a long time that you both forget its a common couple thing. Until someone asks why you don't sleep together and then you guys are like huh idk and then that's the day you finally do. He's a good cuddler but he's a blanket hogger and you have to braid his hair before bed or it will end up in your mouth. On the plus side, he will make and leave breakfast or coffee (or anything you want) on your bedside table if he wakes up first. Also he always picks the best bedsheets and eventually buys two quilts so you can at least have some blanket when he snatches it all.

Ace

Naturally runs like a furnance and is hell to sleep next to in the summer. But he gets really grumpy if you dont sleep next to him so the crew make you suck it up I'm sorry. Literally you're like clawing at the walls as they throw you in and lock the door. Anyways he's a really good cuddler and so comfy to sleep with, and he always takes naps with his head in your lap. He loves to have you sleep on him too because he loves to look at your face and stroke you hair, idk he likes being slow with you even though he's really energetic. Being naturally sleepy and like a little radiator also tends to make the people around him sleepy so you two are banned from working next to each other because you both just end up napping.

Marco

He doesn't sleep a lot because well he doesn't really need to. But he adores sleeping with you. It's one of his like favourite 'bonding' activities, especially if you haven't been able to be alone for a while, he just loves being that close and the intimacy of sleeping in each others beds. On another note he's obsessed with making your bed really comfy because as a doctor he knows sleep hygiene is important and as a bird...well yk...nest. He's not shy about it but don't tease him because it will hurt his feelings and he won't tell you to save your feelings, beautiful sweet man that he is. LOVES a good nap/cuddle especially in the winter, if you both have spare time he just bundles you both in a big fluffy blanket and just exists with you for a bit.

Izou

He is surprisingly a really undignified sleeper, which is why you don't sleep in the same room for months when you first get together😭. When you finally do, you wake up with his arm in your face, his hair is everywhere, there's a pillow across the room, the blanket is somehow under the bed, you're just like wtf how. And Izou is just (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿◡⁠`⁠). But he gets better over time because his brain becomes more aware of your presence as you become more important to him and then bedtime settles into comfy chaos. Pillows still end up everywhere but he is now your cushion so you don't really care. He doesn't really nap anywhere that's not his room but if you do then he carries you to bed :).

[dedmerath]

Hell is NOT Forever! a Hazbin Hotel Fan game

Hi! I'm Merath, and I'm developing a HH fan game, where you play as a brand new Sinner Adam in a quest to redeem himself and find his place inside the hotel.

What kind of game is it?

This is an exploration game mixed with relationship development! Explore the hotel, avoid death, find collectibles and talk to the Hotel Cast to learn more about them and unlocking new rooms and guests. Fulfill character request, learn their secrets and get them to like you (?) and forgive you. (Yeah, you heard right).

See that GREY HEART? Get the characters from grey, to blue, green, yellow and RED and unlock their friendship.

Will there be romance in the game?

Romance is a Patreon Support Tier. We are not selling the game, it will be free! But we need support to create it and keep working on it, so, we will have support tiers that will unlock cool features, like romance and more!

Also: Romance will not be forced as a "MAX LEVEL" relationship, you should be able to choose between romance and further your friendship!

How many possible relationships will there be?

All we can get. For now, Adam can have his little harem like:

Angel, Alastor, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer, Nifty, Vaggie.

There are some more characters there that for now are NPC only. But might get their own heart in the future. And we plan to add more characters to the hotel, like Lute, Pentious, Mammon...etc. Again, if we get the support.

(Also, we include all ships, except maybe Cain.)

Will there be mini-games?

Yes. Support tiers. We are thinking cooking mini-game, drinking...?

I dunno, Adam likes it tough.

He can also take a relaxing bath!

When will the game be ready?

The beta is under development! So, we hope soon. (And I say we but its all a one person effort, so be patient, haha!)

Where can I support the making of the game?

Here on patreon! Thank you very much! =D Hope you all enjoy my content! If you have a question just ask!

Estará el juego en español también?

Si, el juego contara con idioma español.

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Patreon Support Tiers:

The more monthly support we get, the more extras we can work on!

Collectibles System (Collect stuff to unlock prizes)

Friendship System (Befriend the cast up to "Friends")

Trophies/Achievements (Unlock cool trophies for Adam's room)

Extra Room: Bathhouse (Make Adam take a relaxing bath)

Bathhouse System (Make Adam take a bath with others)

Regrets System. (Be hunted by the shadows of your past, who will try to kill you on sight!)

Kitchen (Give Adam a place to cook food for others!)

Crafting System (Craft gifts and stuff for Adam’s room)

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Confidence

I had decided it was finally time for a change. A few years after college and sitting all day at the office had taken its toll. Twink death was here, but I wanted to have a chance at a few more wild nights before I hit my thirties. So, on a buddy’s recommendation I called up Dr. Webb. He had been touted to me as one of the best in his industry, able to help with all kinds of health and wellness. In my consultation, we discussed my goals. I talked about my concerns around aging and some of the weight I had put on. He probed a bit about my health and family medical history. He was so calm and gentle. It was so easy to talk with him I may have even disclosed more than I wanted to about my college days and conquests. At the end, he leaned back and read over his notes:

“If I am being honest, I am not sure what you are too concerned with. You may not be your youngest, but I wouldn’t say you are deviating too much from a health body at your age.”

“But Doc, I don’t want to just slide into my thirties. I want to get out there like I did just a few years ago.”

“There is nothing wrong with aging my boy. It’s scary for us all but we aren’t stopping the clock any time soon.”

“I don’t want to stop the clock. I just want to feel confident in my body again.”

He stroked his beard and thought for a moment, “Now that is maybe something I can work with.” The rest of the visit was boring. But by the time I left his office, I had a pack vitamin supplements, a list of recommended exercises, and a follow up appointment in a few weeks.

Over the next couple days or so, I diligently took the supplements, followed the exercise routine, and logged my daily progress. It was strange, I didn’t really see a difference, but did start to feel a bit better. The biggest change I think I felt though was a kind of hormonal rebalance. I think doc mentioned it. My sleep was slowly becoming more regular, mood swings improved, and my flexibility was improving as I followed my exercise routine. However, I think it was also starting to create a fixation. I would just need to see my progress, check if I was improving. Whenever I got a small chance I would just stare at myself and focus on my curves. Were they any smaller?

I mentioned it to Dr. Webb at our next meeting. He laughed it off, said it was nothing unusual. But he did send me home with some meditation files to help me relax and center my mind. Help me let go of my worries and all that. And I will confirm they were effective. I popped on the first tape that night, listening to breathing exercises and ambient white noise. Woke up an hour later feeling refreshed. I don’t think I thought about my body much that night. In fact, I hardly thought about anything. My mind felt so clear.

It continued like that for a week I think. To be honest, the days started blurring together a bit. The routine was really sinking in, abs became an almost unconscious part of my day. At some point though, I don’t know when, I did start to notice a change as I would finish the tapes. I would always come to hard as wood. My appetite for sex was off the charts, quickly becoming a nuisance to take care of myself, several times a day. I even had to take a break at work one day. That is, until one day I saw myself in the mirror.

I was getting ready for the day, and suddenly something in me shifted. I stopped pulling down my tee and stared at myself in the mirror.

Damn, had I always been this hot?

Something about the way my jeans hugged into my sides and the thick matted carpet stretching across my stomach felt new and exciting. My mind said it should have felt off, but staring at my gut and feeling its weight ripple as I rubbed it up and down, I was entranced.

‘I felt big, strong, and masculine’, a voice echoed in mind, and I couldn’t agree more. Instantly my plans for the day were shot. I needed to get out there and find someone to share this body with. I couldn’t keep it all to myself. I popped my top off and went on the prowl for a piece of ass to demolish. A few quick photos and I had some nameless twink on his way over for an afternoon delight. Within moments of his arrival, I felt a shift in energy between us. I was used to a kind of back and forth, pull and push as people met and flirted. This was all pull. It started slowly, as he sat next to me on the couch. Then, he placed his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed. I was soon no longer talking to him, I was giving him commands:

“Scoot closer to me.” He scooted.

“Rub my belly a bit, don’t be shy.” He hesitated for just a moment before gliding his hand over my furry belly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He nodded limply. He was fixated on other things

‘A man gets what he wants,’ rang the voice in my head. And my patience was running thin.

The commands flowed from my mouth quickly:

“Take off my shirt”

“Take off your shirt”

“Lay on me a bit”

“Don’t mind the smell, I’m wrapping my arm around you.”

He quickly followed commands, even started taking huffs of my musky pits as he curled into my arms. I didn’t tell him to do that yet, but I felt so in control as this man was getting hard practically in my lap. It was time.

“Pull out my cock.”

“Put your head right there.”

“Open wide.”

“Suck, boy.”

It was just so easy to get him to comply. He was like putty in my hands. He just bent to my authority as I guided his willing throat, mouth, and tongue through the best blow job of my life. By the time I was ready to move on, a damp spot had formed through his shorts at the tip of his throbbing cock. It bobbed in the air a bit as I turned him around and pulled down his shorts. I took a moment to press myself against him, let him feel the power of my body.

“Bend over.” And he went down on all fours.

By the time my next appointment came up, I already had a small selection of boys willing to come over when I needed them. They were so small, I was almost worried I would break them in half. But it felt so freeing to discover this side of myself. Nothing could beat a twink sitting on my dick, begging for me to cum in him. I reported back to the Doc that I didn’t think I needed his services anymore. He said that he couldn’t agree more, and that even he was shocked at how much progress I made in such a short period of time.

“Now would you kindly put your shorts back on? They did not need to come off for this examination.”

“No,” I replied, “gotta take care of some business first. You want to show me that cute ass of yours.”

“I don’t think so, I…”

“Please doctor, with a body like this? I’m confident you’ll find your work satisfying.”

[dont-look-its-embarrassing]

To be Understood

Second part to "To be Seen"

Hey! I honestly didn't think people would like the last drabble as much as they did and I didn't have a pt.2 planned, but I decided to try and see where it goes.

Also, I am new to actually posting something and having feedback or having people want to be tagged, so I didn't do something right in the tagging process pls let me know :)

I am going to make this a little series bc I cannot fit the entirety of the story in one and actually make it comprehensive and not 10,000+ words in one one-shot. :)))

Plus, I think I could make this just the right amount of heart wrenching and fluffy >:)

Summary: Following up on his promise to keep a more watchful position in your newly transitioned life, Azriel attempts to get to know you and spend time in your presence. After the panic attack in the town of Velaris, more seeing eyes has been turned towards you from your friends. They are trying to make sure you are accounted for more than before, but time and pressure has some things slipping. Multiple awkward encounters and attempts to see eye to eye to the spymaster (in particular) leads to an intimate confession between the two of you.

Warnings: Slight mentions of PTSD recovery, anxiety, self-doubt, slight!jealous Azriel, Cassian is testing the waters with his brother again

Words: 2,668

previous part

The sun was the first thing your eyes adjusted to upon waking up. The slight breeze from the open window brought in the fresh smell of the dew and had your body relaxing further into the comfy sheets as the temperature in the room reflected that of outside. The eccentricity of your room bringing comfort and serenity and the little nicknacks you have collected since being here allowed a cozy feeling to emulate throughout it.

Feyre even mentioned how jealous she was of how comfortable and warm your room is, and mentioned she couldn’t get hers to be similar even when she tried.

The memory had you smiling.

Stretching underneath the comfortable weighted comforter, you pull back the edge, allowing your body to be exposed to the colder air. Grabbing the longer silk robe that hung beside you, you made your way out of your comfort zone to the hallway towards the kitchen. Ever since your moment within the town, Feyre, Cassian, Mor, everyone had made sure that you were taken care of and heard. It took some time to get used to, admittedly, all the extra attention. At first you had slightly resented it as you could only imagine it as an act of pity and after you had an episode, you also understood that the type of thinking is how the eldest Archereon is as cold as she is. Plus, the time you spend with them has created strong bonds and happy memories for you.

It also had you picking up new hobbies that you never had time for before.

Turns out you can cook.

And bake.

Really well actually.

So well that often times when you bake a new treat or snack, upon knowing of its presence, the residents of the house would have it gone within the hour. It made you feel good, to be able to repay in some way the aid they have given you.

The mystery that is your abilities have yet to be explored since the outburst, but you also didn’t mind as your head was finally wrapping around the circumstances you have been put through. Although, the High Lord or Rhys, had expressed interest in potentially figuring it out soon to see if it could help them and the court. You were all over it, and the aspect of integrating into this family further made you excited.

Arriving in the kitchen, you begin gathering ingredients to make breakfast. The house, although it can provide anything you wish for food, seemed to pick up on your therapeutic hobby and promoted it. Even gathering ingredients and appearing them before you on the counterspace. You always chalked it up to the house wanting a break from constantly taking care of people, but deep down you knew it seemed to have a little soft spot for you. Whipping together the batter, throwing it in the divine oven and cooking the meats to perfection, the breakfast is ready in about an hour.

The sun had settled into the sky, far from shining over the horizon which had its’ light wake you.

It was still early though.

Looking at the spread before you, you had asked the house to keep it warm and ready for everyone as they began to roll out of bed and chase the heavenly scent of pancakes, bacon and omelet.

It was Azriel’s favorite.

The skin of your cheeks flared at the thought and shook your head at how absurd you are. Cooking and baking for everyone allowed you to take notice of things that they had favored over the rest, often being expressed vocally. However, some, like the spymaster, just through body language and action would key you into likes and dislikes. Feyre loved eggs benedict, in almost nauseatingly cuteness, so did her mate. When you would make it, almost as a sixth sense, those two would always be the first to arrive and express how happy the dish made them before gathering a large plate. Cassian was a sandwich guy, anything quick and simple, but he swears you enchant the sausage and bacon you add to be sweet and salty at the same time. On those days you often must make a bounty of those little sandwiches for him to take with him for the day. Mor liked simple muffins and like Cass, would wrap one up to go while giving you a hug on her way out. Nesta and Elaine hadn’t showed up for breakfast but the youngest seemed to prefer oatmeal, which ironically was also her favorite while human.

Azriel was the hardest to read. With every dish you made, breakfast/lunch/dinner, he would appreciate and eat like a man starved (an exaggeration but you always found your eyes on him anyway). You had switched up the recipes and altered the assortment of foods, but every time he would tell you how much he liked it and clear the plate.

It wasn’t until you truly watched him did you found out just how much he loved the simple things in life.

It was a day like any other, you had cooked breakfast and set up the table for a nice meal as you had known everyone would be able to sit and eat together. It was uncommon so you made a tried-and-true love by everyone.

Bacon, eggs and pancakes with homemade lavender syrup that you asked Elaine to harvest for you in her garden.

As everyone sat, you couldn’t help but let your eyes stare as the spymaster sat down fresh out of bed and allowed a little small smile to grace his features looking at the plate he had. It was all you needed to know, and each time you would serve something new, you would watch for the little ticks that he would allow to shine through.

A smile.

A little sigh and relief of tension from his shoulders.

A gentle extra “Thank you” which he would all but whisper across the table to you.

All of it had your heart thumping and blood rushing to your face, allowing that little butterfly to turn into hundreds.

After his comment after taking you home, he had made his presence around you more common and you loved it. Every time the two of you were together time became irrelevant, the serene sense that would settle over your body was addictive. You had only prayed that he got the same sense of belonging.

He was such a pretty male.

So gentle and observant.

It was so hard to not have your feelings bleed into your everyday life and movements. It wasn’t long after the incident with him that your thoughts were all but consumed by him.

Not that you were complaining.

“It smells divine in here.” The soft sound of Mor broke you out of your rather long thoughts of Az, as an easy smile fell over your face.

“I wanted to make something simple today.” You shrug, but meeting the second hand’s eyes, you stumbled slightly.

“How are you settling in Y/n?” Her tone was inquisitive, but the smile that bloomed her face left you choking.

“Well.” You coughed, “I’m settling in well.”

“Anyone in particular helping you out?” You narrowed your eyes to her.

“Everyone has been amazing.”

“Oh, come on Y/n!” She shuffled towards you as mischief glinted in her eyes. “You can tell me; we all see it.”

Your heart stopped.

“All?” Her light laughter halted.

“No not all, some though.” Your breathing resumed. “I highly doubt if you wrote a sign with all these love meals, he still wouldn’t see it.” It was chastising, lovingly, but still with a little edge to it.

“He is just being friendly Mor.” You argue with a sigh. It was the one thought you couldn’t get out of your head. Viewing his relationship with everyone and his attentiveness towards Elaine. You couldn’t help but just feel as if he enjoyed your presence, but as a friend.

Mor sighed and looked towards the still steaming pile of pancakes and syrup.

“I know it can be difficult to believe, but he’s more relaxed around you. If any two people deserve to be happy or even have a shot, it’s you two.” The sounds of footsteps down the hall had her breaking away from you but not without a nod sent towards her. You would be open to him and the idea, more than just the little crush you have accumulated.

The in-question footsteps that had the conversation halting belonged to Feyre, Rhys and the male in question. Most likely fresh from training as small beads of sweat pooled on their skin and hair showed dampness.

You watched the spymaster’s eyes alight, taking in the assortment of his favorites on the counter. He quickly grabbed a plate, effortlessly and unbeknownst to his high lord and lady, cutting in front of them to scoop his desired piles.

“Y/n, you are the most amazing person I have ever met.” Feyre exclaimed as her body seemed to quiver with the simple task of standing, but her obviously salivating mouth had her also reaching for cutlery and plates to pile stuff onto. Rhys laughed in response to her antics and followed suit, thanking you in the process as both followed the now seated Azriel to the table. It was sweet, his honor to wait for you to be seated and with food to begin eating. You could tell some days it really tried his control; however, those days you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he truly loved the food that had been prepared. Glancing back towards the table, you met eyes briefly with Azriel.

The warmth that showed in them had you ignite with hope and adoration towards the male, almost uncontrollably so. It had you smiling and fiddling at the ends of your hair.

The following sounds of heavier steps broke your attention.

“Can I just say, I am in love with you.” Cassian entered the kitchen with heat and brought you into a quick embrace. The smell of sweat and sand had you scrunching your nose but the laugh that exited you had him add a little spin before setting you down.

The soft sound of a chair being moved echoed as you didn’t realize the table had become quiet, watching.

Mor had a shit eating grin, but not at you, but at the now walking over Spymaster. The same spymaster picked up your loaded plate (you were waiting for everyone to be served before doing so yourself) and brought it back to the table, setting it down in the open seat across from himself. You tilted your head but caught the small look between the mates at the table, notably having a non-verbal conversation. Looking back at the general, he too had a smile, but one only aimed at you and the food in front of you.

“I’ll be over once I pile the rest of the bacon on.” Another laugh emitted from you as you walked over to your place, noting the food had been set down gently and not disturbed when Azriel had placed it.

You looked up and met his hazel eyes, there was a slight edge to it, but not at you. In fact, when you met his eyes, you could’ve sworn they melted from that ice back to the warmth that was once there before.

The settling of plates had you glance over at Cassian. He was only a seat away from, you but on the other side of the table.

Easy conversation settled over the table as everyone began to eat. Taking bites of your eggs and bacon, a small moan of appreciation rattled through you. You caught movement in your peripheral where Azriel sat, but didn’t bother to check or see what it was assuming it was just him enjoying his meal.  Even you had to admit this was good. Similar sounds followed suit as everyone dug in and the sounds of scraping of plates that filled the room.

“Are you busy today?” Cassian piped up after shoveling a rather large mouthful of egg. You shook your head; you didn’t think you had anything planned but were going to ask if Azriel had a couple hours to spare for some time alone with him to talk. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could Az had cleared his throat and spoke up.

“We have plans.” The room turned towards the male as he stared at his brother, the ice returning to his gaze. You wracked your brain trying to make sure you didn’t forget plans that you had made prior but came up empty. That grin from Mor returned as she made eye contact with you.

Suddenly the leftover soggy pancakes on your plate looked really interesting.

“Oh?” The brother threw back. Looking over to Cassian again, you nodded along feigning innocence.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve forgotten for a moment.” Although you knew your best friend and possibly Mor clocked it quick, you allowed the easy smile to lay it on thick with the general. He returned it and nodded along, taking the lie for a simple slip of the mind.

“No problem, but when you’re free I want to show you around the training grounds. I think it could be good for you.” Your chest filled with pride again, even some that you didn’t think could be your own, but none the less made you feel all nice. As everyone cleaned up and filed out, you caught eyes with Azriel.

His shoulders were tense.

Nervous even.

The depth of his shadows swirled around him as he took particularly long to wash up his plate.

Watching the last of your friends exit the kitchen and the food clean itself up and put away, you made light steps over to the shadowsinger.

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” You ask. The feign confidence of your words had Az glancing over with a small smile. Releasing a little sigh, he removed his eyes from his now empty hands which wrapped around the front of the sink. He had leaned into it, seemingly matching your confident air.

“Anything you want, sunshine.” Your cheeks flushed as you looked away. Today was a record for heat that entered your face. You tried your best not to allow the nerves in your stomach to ruin the encounter.

You would be fine.

It’s just two friends hanging out.

All normal here.

But the ideas that Mor had fed into your brain ran rampant.

“There is a bakery and some shops I want to explore. Can we go today?” You originally had plans to go with Feyre. In fact, she had made you swear you wouldn’t go without her because she heard the pastries were divine.

She would forgive you once she knew who you went with instead.

“Of course, I’ve been meaning to make a couple stops as well. We can go together.” You couldn’t help the small seed of selfishness from talking as you held eye contact with the male.

“Can you fly us down? I’m still not used to winnowing.” It was the most believable lie you have ever let slip past your lips, but you didn’t feel sorry about it. Would you ever admit it was because you wanted to be pressed against him with adrenaline rushing through you? Or that you wanted to feel his strong arms hold you without a single ounce of sweat or issue? Perhaps that you wanted to smell his scent of frost and night and hope to any god that would listen that it would cling to the sweater you would wear. Not if your life depended on it and there was a sword slitting your throat.

However, something in the way Azriel’s eyes darkened slightly and his smile turned into a smirk had you second guessing how thoroughly your ulterior motives had been hidden.

“Anything for you Sunshine, wouldn’t dream of making you ill.”

He clocked it.

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[inexplicifics]

something i absolutely adore about your work, especially your outsider povs, is the little ways people misinterpret social cues in ways that are perfectly understandable in context but completely warp the way they view their situations. it adds such a richness and depth to the worlds you build to be able to pick out those little incongruities as a reader <3

right now i’m reading morvran and cahir’s story (again, of course) and i’m loving the little ways that clothing offers just slightly different meanings to different characters, that completely shape the ways they interact. jaskier offers the delegation a chest full of furs as a hastily thrown together gift that they basically dug out of the back of a closet, because kaer morhen goes through a ton of meat and therefore has heaps of furs lying around simply as a byproduct. it doesn’t really mean much of anything to the northerners, and they certainly didn’t pay money for them (since i’m willing to bet every one of those furs was both hunted and tanned by a witcher as a perfectly routine activity, with the primary goal of feeding the keep), but to morvran it’s a clear and intentional signal of opulent wealth. he also interprets the embroidery on ciri’s clothes as a signifier of wealth and rank, given its quality, and if i recall he isn’t the first to do so, even though we the reader know it was done by milena, probably as a way to unwind and relax. the idea of a team of royal seamstresses slaving over their work (which they would have dedicated their lives to) to adorn the princess is completely rational for morvran to assume, but the reality is ciri’s best friend just has a hobby and happens to be good at it. the wealth of kaer morhen is entirely in the relationships between the people there, but that idea is totally foreign and incomprehensible to morvran, so he interprets these little cues through the lens of power and service and wealth that is all he understands. it leaves him with an image of geralt and ciri and kaer morhen that makes perfect sense in context but is fully and completely incorrect.

it’s just really cool that you’ve created such a three dimensional world, and that i can keep finding new angles to see it through. thanks for letting us hang out in there<3

Thank you so much for your kind words! I really do like trying to write culture clash, and I'm so glad it comes through properly! Poor Morvran and Cahir, they're so confused, and every interpretation they make is perfectly sensible given what they know and then just...wrong. Alas.

[jakeyispuppy]

SLEEPLESSNESS | PARK SUNGOON

🌌 Pairing: Park Sunghoon Perverted boyfriend! x female reader Cute girlfriend who's willing to try new things!

🌌 Summary: The female reader proposes to Sunghoon that they have sex while one of them is sleeping. Sunghoon, thinking about it so much, ends up having a wet dream and from that moment on, he can't go back to sleep without imagining the things that could happen while the reader sleeps.

🌌 Genre: Smut.

🌌 Words: 1K.

🌌 Warnings: Sunghoon as a pretty dirty pervert!, somnophilia, vulgar language, unprotected sex, Sunghoon makes a mess in the reader's panties!, nicknames, established relationship, nipple stimulation, wet dream, fairly explicit obscenity, nipple play, getting caught in the act. (Sorry, if I missed any tags)

Sungghoon didn't know how he'd ended up like this: With a boner pounding against his shorts in the middle of the night. While you were sleeping peacefully next to him, oblivious to the mess your cute boyfriend had created.

It had all started yesterday morning when you were in the kitchen, washing the dishes after breakfast. The question came up as something monotonous, something simple that seemed the most normal thing in both of your daily lives. But it wasn't. At least not for Sunghoon:

"Hey, baby," you called out as he sipped some water. His eyes scanned you, reassuring you that he was paying attention. "What do you think about doing it while one of us is asleep?"

Your question came out so naturally that Sunghoon almost spit out his water. Sunghoon placed his glass on the counter and looked at you with a frown. Were you sure he'd heard correctly?

"What?"

That was the only thing that escaped his lips as you chuckled softly.

"I'm serious," you said with a smile.

"So..." Sunghoon cleared his throat, looking at you in a mixture of disbelief and surprise. "Would you like to try that?"

You looked at him amused and nodded.

"Yes, but if you don't like the idea..."

"No, I mean..." Sunghoon scratched his neck and looked away, ignoring your curious, mischievous eyes.

He didn't even know what to say. But even though the idea sounded so strange to him, he couldn't deny that he felt strangely aroused just imagining you at his mercy. Vulnerable, able to do whatever he wanted to you, while being completely sure that you wouldn't be mad at him for doing something like that the next day, because you were perfectly fine with the idea, or that's how it sounded to him when your words left your lips.

"So?" You asked once again, looking at him slyly.

Something in Sunghoon's expression changed. His previously restless and confused eyes seemed glossy and filled with intensity as he licked his lips, scanning you.

"If that's what you'd like, I'm... I'm fine with that." Sunghoon looked away. You noticed his slightly flushed cheeks and chuckled.

That was how it all began. But Sunghoon couldn't forget that conversation all day, and now, in the middle of the calm night. After having an intense dream about you, his imagination was taking its toll. His cock ached and his breathing was labored as he watched you lying on his chest with one leg draped over his, your breathing calm and your body relaxed.

He really wanted to see you like those other nights, when you seemed so peaceful and tender. While he gently stroked your hair. But right now, just seeing you wearing a pair of panties and one of his button-down shirts, Sunghoon felt an immense desire to fuck you, even more so after that dream.

It was your fault that he wanted to take you like this now, even though you were on your fifth dream. He just wanted to get rid of his damn erection, caused by all the suppressed thoughts he'd had yesterday.

Scene after scene replays in his head, as if it were imprinted inside his brain. As if that lustful dream had been more real than just a trick of his mind. Sunghoon runs his hungry eyes over your sleepy body. Your swollen lips, the way your knee occasionally brushes against his erection, your breasts peeking through your white shirt and that tiny pair of plain, black panties.

His trembling fingers run over the soft skin of your arm. Gently. With no intention of waking you up. His fingers rise to your neck, gently touching it, raising goosebumps and causing you to stir, letting out an incoherent murmur before lying still again.

Sunghoon lets out a stifled sigh and brings his hand to your cheek, gently groping it. Then you stir again. Your knee brushes against his bulge again, causing a grunt to escape his lips.

Sunghoon could have simply gone to the bathroom and cleaned up his mess, but he can't forget your words. You gave him an invitation to... He used you, and he just wanted to fuck you now. When you looked so beautiful and vulnerable to him. He felt like a fucking pervert with an absurd fetish that made his cock harden with every passing second.

Sunghoon leans closer to you, his lips gently pressing against your cheek. His hand travels to the leg you have draped over his and moves it slightly, squeezing and massaging your thigh lazily.

"Fuck, why do you have to do this with me, babe?" He growled through gritted teeth, saying it more to himself than to you.

Gently, he positioned you so you were lying face up on the bed. His thumb probed over your panties, pushing up against your clit, making you shudder in your sleep. He couldn't hold it in anymore!

Sunghoon slowly lowers his shorts and boxers, careful not to wake you. His cock bounces against your abdomen. Rising, rock-hard, the tip; dripping with precum.

He's not even thinking. He aligns his cock with your clothed pussy, and then the only thing on his mind is the way his cock is now rubbing against your panties, soaking them with his precum. He keeps thrusting between your clothed walls, the underwear becoming more and more transparent, and his free hand pushes your leg to the side, giving him more access to your pussy. His head falls back, his eyes close, his lower lip ends up between his teeth, bitten down hard to silence the moans and groans that want to escape his lips.

Sunghoon is making a mess of your panties. But he doesn't care; to him, you look fucking good with your panties damp from his own arousal. The thought of you waking up is still on Sunghoon's mind, and it still worries him, because despite what you told him, the fear mixed with his arousal is still latent on his skin. He feels a little more daring and moves the hand he's holding your leg to your panties and moves them to the side, not taking them off, just opening a small opening to begin inserting his tip into your hole. He's not even seriously penetrating you; he just slides his tip in without even touching you and repeats his action desperately. He's seriously making a complete mess.

Your body feels strangely dreamy; for a moment, heat runs through you, and you feel aroused and dripping. But you think it's just a wet dream, until you hear Sunghoon's soft moan, making your eyes widen in confusion.

But Sunghoon is too focused on cumming in your panties, moving his hips back and forth. His tip thrusting in and out rapidly and his moans are music to your ears. If you weren't completely sleepy and now also horny because of your boyfriend, You'd probably be more than thrilled with the scene.

"Hoon..." You gasped, half asleep, clinging to his shoulders to make him stop.

Sunghoon looked at you, half scared, half excited, not stopping his movements. Fuck, he was terrified, but he didn't want to stop. His desire to fuck you was driving him crazy, and now that you were awake, he wouldn't let you close your eyes again.

"W-what... Are you doing?"

"I was so turned on by your fucking fetish for fucking while you sleep, and I..." Sunghoon let out a growl as he thrust his cock into your pussy, drawing a muffled moan from you. "Fuck, baby, you squeeze me so tight. You're so fucking hot when you sleep, you know that?"

Your words didn't leave your mouth, you just clung to Sunghoon's shoulders. Unable to utter words when his cock was filling your pussy, rubbing against your clit and bruising your entrance roughly. Not to mention the mess between your panties and thighs. He'd seriously become obsessed with the idea of ​​fucking you while you slept, and you loved it. You didn't think he'd agree, but now that you're seeing it with your own eyes. Sunghoon's eyes filled with lust, his lips parted, and the babbled curses escaping his lips. It was a fucking paradise for you.

"Please, Hoonie... Don't stop," you begged, on the verge of collapse.

Sunghoon didn't wait any longer, and with a smile that revealed his fangs, he thrust his hips once more, drawing a moan from you. Your head fell back against the pillow, your eyes closed, and your legs buckled. One of Sunghoon's hands hurriedly unbuttoned the buttons of the shirt you were wearing, revealing your breasts that bounced under his hard thrusts.

Sunghoon leans down and captures your left nipple between his lips, making you shudder. He sucks, licks, bites with his teeth, and finally pulls out, eliciting a cry of pain and pleasure from you. Your slippery panties collided with his cock as it thrust hard into your pussy, while he continued to pound into you, delighting in your breasts.

A spasm ran through your body, and you clenched around Sunghoon, making him smile.

"Hoonie..."

His name fell from your lips in a moan, "ah!" Swept away by a lascivious kiss that Sunghoon placed on your lips without warning.

"Come on, babe; let yourself go for me," he growled against your lips, biting your lower lip and pulling it forward.

Your thighs tense and your pussy tightens around his cock, both of you moaning, letting go from the intense sensation that shakes your bodies. Your orgasm ripples through you: intense, painful, and making you tremble slightly with repeated spasms. Sunghoon climaxes too: his hot cum falling in thick drops inside you and escaping down your thighs.

Sunghoon drops his head onto your chest: exhausted but completely happy. You stroke his hair, relaxing from your own high.

The room falls silent for a few seconds until Sunghoon finally speaks.

"Sorry," a clumsy apology fell from between his lips.

"Why?"

Sunghoon looked at you in disbelief and pointed his finger at you completely.

"For this, damn, I turned you into a mess," he complained, pursing his lips, and you laughed in amusement. "It's not funny," Sunghoon grumbled, changing completely. The Sunghoon, full of lust and insatiable desire, was gone, and now only a shy and sweet Sunghoon remained, embarrassed by what happened.

"Hoon, look at me."

You asked him, watching him raise his face, his cheeks slightly red in embarrassment.

"It was perfect, you know that, right, love?"

Sunghoon sighed and hid back in your neck.

"Are you really not mad?"

"Not at all. After all, I always knew my cute boyfriend wouldn't resist fucking me any way he wanted," you joked, eliciting a nasal chuckle from him.

"Shut up," he complained, sitting up in bed.

You laughed and copied his action.

"Let's take a shower and then go to sleep," he told you, getting out of bed.

You nodded, feeling a little tired now. But relaxed.

"Sounds good."

"Unless..."

Sunghoon paused briefly, raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

"You want to do a repeat of what we did in the bathroom," he joked in a mischievous tone, making you laugh.

"Park Sunghoon, you're seriously a pervert!"

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[metalfuzzwriting]

I just found your blog and im already OBSESSED 😍

Would I be able to request Ghost with a prek/kindergarten teacher? Maybe helping her make decorations for the classroom or building cubby’s for the classroom?

Thank you!

Sorry for the delayed response. Got caught up in uni work, but I hope you like it!

"Why is everything so tiny?" Simon nudged a rather small chair away from an equally as small circular table.

Because they're tiny. I am a kindergarten teacher after all. Everything is small because it promotes a better learning environment for the children. They're small, so having things in their size lets them experience things in the way an adult would." You bump the chair back into place with your knee and move to set the box down on one of the tables with a heavy thump

"I... guess that makes sense. Do you have a normal-sized chair I can sit in, preferrably Simon-sized so I don't get stuck in it?"

"I have my stool behind mt desk, but I'm going to be sitting on it to finish up some lesson plans. Which while zi work on those you'll be putting together paper chains to hang around my classroom. I need links of 100, as many as you can make before you run out of paper. Chop chop, mister." You clap your hands together and toss your hair over your shoulder as you walk toward your desk. You can hear Simon grumble behind you before you hear the creaking groan of him finding a seat in on of the tiny chairs. Consider yourself impressed it didn't break with his weight.

The rhythm of you typing away on your keyboard combined with the rustling of paper from Simon, it was relaxing in your classroom. Your classroom had a calming aura to it with its dimmed lighting and purple and green theme. You tried your best to not get distracted from your task, but seeing the tall and broad man sitting before you at a tiny kindergarten table using kiddie scissors to cut up strips of construction paper to glue together made you smile. You felt your heart melt at the thought this big man would do anything for you if you asked. Maybe you could convince him to play a tree in the play you wanted to host later in the year.

Distracted from looking at him, you barely notice him sealing the last of the steps together creating about 4 chains. He stretches his fingers and looks over his shoulder toward you with a glare, but you could see the hints of a smile in the same eyes. "I think that's the rest of them. Anything else you want me to do?"

You dart your eyes away back to your screen. Despite trying your best to not get distracted, you had lost your place within your work. You really needed to finish this up before class started up again the following week, so you glanced around the room to see what else he could do. Just your luck, but you spotted some boxes to the side that you had been meaning to put together for some years now. The cubbies had been in storage in your back closest for a while, you just kept putting them on the back burner. Better now than ever, you suppose. "You could out together those cubbies and line them up by the door. I have some screwdrivers in my desk. Not sure what you'd need."

Simon grunted in agreement and moved over toward your desk to retrieve the screwdrivers you pulled from your drawer. With a quick swipe, the tools were gone and Simon was off on a mission to put those cubbies together. Thankfully, he was working out of your direct line of sight so you wouldn't be distracted by the horrifically tight black T-shirt he wore as it stretched across his back as he moved.

Eventually, everything was finished up and you were thankful for the help, even though you did have to bribe Simon a bit. Though you believe he wanted to spend the day with you anyway considering he wasn't sure how long his leave would last. Regardless, you finally could mark those items off your to do list and worry about spending the next day relaxing in bed with Simon.

[stardustedreams222]

Communicating with Your Ancestors

Something they’ve been trying to tell you but you’ve been ignoring

Samhain Edition

This is a collective reading, meaning there won’t be as much detail as if it’s a personal reading, so take what resonates and leave what doesn’t 🩷 If you’d like a personal reading on this, you can purchase a reading on my Ko-Fi Shop {You’ll need to be a Moon Member for $5 a month in order to purchase it 🩷}

Samhain is the perfect time to reach out and hear what your Ancestors have to say, with the veil between worlds being so thin. Today, the dead walk among the living. I wanted to do a Pick a Pile for everyone who wasn’t able to do the divination themselves during Samhain this year.

Close your eyes, Take a deep breath, and Pick the Pile{s} you’re most drawn to, to hear what your Ancestors want to tell you.

Pick a Pile

1 ➸ 2 ➸ 3

Content Warning: These are hard-to-hear messages and your Ancestors aren't holding anything back in this! Expect swear words and brief mentions of their time in slavery.

{I don’t know how but every pile has Ancestors from the East coast or South in the USA 🙈 and I feel a bit rude cos I didn’t expect this reading to just be for Americans but I think that’s just who wanted to come out in this reading. However they do wanna clarify that even though these are the places they’re showing me, there are people in this collective who are outside of the USA! But these are just the states with most relevance to the collective piles 🩷}

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒 ~ 𝐶𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒

Your Cards: Empress. Page of Wands, King of Wands, Ace of Swords, The Magician, 4 of Cups, 10 of Wands, Lovers Reversed, Ace of Wands, Death

About Your Ancestors:

They have a southern U.S. accent, {Louisiana, Georgia, Alabama} and the one Ancestor that’s most prominent in this reading is of Creole ancestry, others are Black and Hispanic and a small few, {one or two} are white.

Your Message:

You have something inside you that you’ve been wanting to create and some of you’ve been putting in the work to create it but it’s still in the planning process.

This is an opportunity of some kind either an entrepreneurship or a non profit organization. It’s something so close to your heart that you feel so deeply connected to it.

It’s your baby, you can see it being your life’s work, but there’s been some issues in this. Things feeling too complicated, like there's too much on your plate to fully enjoy this. Lately, you’ve been feeling like “Is this even worth all this?” while you work on it.

You've been dragging your feet, not wanting to get out of bed. Feeling overwhelmed, burnt out, depressed or just indifferent to the work now. But there will be a breakthrough soon, where you’ll feel free again. Happy and excited again for this.

This breakthrough is something that will remind you why you started this in the first place. It’ll ignite that spark in your heart again. And it’ll wash away all the burdened, overwhelming apathy and hatred that’s been growing towards this. It’ll be the push and the change in your mindset that’s needed in order to help you fully create this in all its glory. 

The Channeled message as I heard it:

“It’s worth it. I know you can’t see that right now and you havent been able to for a while now, but child it’s worth it. Change is coming, breakthrough is coming. Don’t throw in the towel just yet. Give it some more time.

In the meantime, while you wait for the breakthrough, the ‘Aha’ moment, I want you to rest, relax. Act like you’re 7 months pregnant and your back is aching, your feet are swollen and your belly is rumbling.

Get a massage, take a bubble bath, put up your feet, take that nap, eat more and fuel up. Get your mind off this as much as you can.

You clock out of work, stop thinking about it. You’re home— act like it.

In this rest and relaxation you’ll come back to yourself. And at the end of it you’ll remember why you started this in the first place. You started to help people. You started to help yourself. So why are you forgetting to take care of yourself right now?

Because you don’t think you deserve it?

Bullshit!

The very reason for why you’re doing this makes you worthy of taking a break every now and again and I’m not talking a 5 minute break or a ‘30 second alarm on your phone’ break where you reward yourself with chocolate and a happy jazz hands dance and then get back to work. I’m talking about a real vacation kind of break.

A weekend, a week, a couple of weeks. You deserve time off to rest your body and especially your mind.

Now, I know this sounds harsh, I don’t mean it to come across that way, Child, I just want what's best for you, and working yourself into the ground like you are now, is not that. So do us all a favor and take a break. Drink your water too and start listening to us. We know you can hear us, it just pisses us off more when you act like you don’t or can’t. Yeah, we see you… and we know you see us too."

That was all they wanted to say... They do love you they just really feel like calling you out right now 🙈 So I’ma ask them for a nice message now cos I don’t like ending readings on a sour note 🩷

New Cards: World Reversed, 7 of Pentacles, High Priestess, Hermit, Sun, 3 of Pentacles, Empress

They didn’t wanna give this lol, and it took a while for any cards to come out.

Their Comforting Message:

“Fiine… Here. We know life hasn’t been easy.

The world wasn’t handed to you as a child, you’ve had to work for everything you have including the respect of other people. You know this, I don’t know why you need me to say it. But you’re also highly aware of what’s going on beneath the surface.

Call it the years of isolation, dark night of the souls, all the shadow work you’ve been doing. You’ve been doing good. Working up to your happiness and that’s where you are now: Working to make this dream come true.

We are proud of you… we’d just like some recognition for all we’ve done to help you through this shit hole too. A cookie would be nice, you know. Or some water at the least. All I feel is like we’re yapping up a storm, drying our mouths, and all you hear is the charlie brown teachers spewing nonsense ‘cause you don’t wanna hear us!

{I asked them to redirect and actually give comforting messages lol}

We’re proud of you for all the hard work you’ve put in. Digging up the weeds and breaking the foundations of concrete just to plant some pretty flowers isn’t easy to do. God knows I know that… You’re intuitive, child, you know you don’t have to keep doubting whether you heard correctly or not… or saw correctly. We admire how far you’ve developed your clairs and psychic abilities in such a short life.

It didn’t come easy and we know that.

We saw all the work you put in, we saw the isolation periods and we’re proud of you for sticking with it and getting through it. I’m sorry we’re a bit bitter… but a cookie or an offering would go a long way I’m just sayin’… {They held their hands up in innocence, lol}

Know that our hands are on this project of yours too, we’re looking out for it, just like we’re looking out for you too. But we are serious about you needing to rest.

Even we needed to rest when we were out in the fields. {She means when they were enslaved, working the fields. Others are talking about being immigrants and working on farms with horrible pay "slaving away."}

So you gotta rest too, even moreso because what you’re making is gonna help a lot of people, which means this is just the beginning of the hard work.

You gotta find the balance between working hard and fully shutting off your work brain. You gotta find that balance now, before things take off and you end up dropping the ball down the road when you get burnt out from running around like a headless chicken.

We love you, We’re proud of you. Now get some rest, there’s nothing you have to prove by working so damn hard.”

All right 🩷 Well, you definitely have some vocal and stubborn ancestors 😂 They seem sweet though, even through the harsh message and cussing, I could tell they really love you, they just feel ignored and neglected.

Some of them also really want a cookie!

I heard “A raisin cookie tell ‘em I want raisin!” 😂🙈 Yall have some really adorable ancestors! Overall, their message is to take a break.

You’ve deserved a nice long break for a while now. I know it can be tough setting your work down for a day or two… or even 15 minutes. I struggle with the same thing but rest is essential. Rest is necessary. And your ancestors see it as beneficial for you and your business / project.

I think if it’s really hard to let go of your “work mode” maybe do it in increments. It doesn't have to be a hard clean break from today to tomorrow where you take two weeks off. You can start small, take an hour off. Turn your phone on dnd, grab a face mask, hot tea {or hot cocoa with the colder months here now!} just do what you can with what you have right now.

Try to see it as a meditative practice, as time goes by it’ll get easier to add more time to your breaks 🩷

Also… they’re really adamant about that cookie 🙈 Maybe look into doing some homemade cookie recipes, taking the time to make them could count as your break from work 🩷 {And they really like the idea of a homemade offering.}

That's all for this pile, thank you for sticking around and hearing your ancestors out! They really appreciate you wanting to hear them out right now 🩷🫂

If you’d like a personal reading on this, to elaborate or ask them more questions, you can purchase a reading on my Ko-Fi Shop {You’ll need to be a Moon Member for $5 a month in order to purchase it 🩷 The reading itself is One Call Away for $18 or Family Meeting for $20}

Happy Samhain! 🎃

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑜 ~ 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘

Pile two is interesting because two sets of messages and Ancestors came out with the same cards 🙈 While they’re both essentially the same message they have enough of a nuance to them that I wanted to split them into groups to fully allow each set of Ancestors to be heard. So Pile 2 you’ve been split into Group A and Group B

please pick an emoji for your reading 🩷

🍯 Group A 🍯 🐝 Group B 🐝

Thank you 🩷 Please proceed accordingly 🥰

🍯 Group A 🍯

Your Cards: 4 of Swords, King of Pentacles Reversed, Page of Swords, Knight of Wands, 6 of Pentacles

About Your Ancestors:

They were really eager to talk. Their ethnicities are kinda hazy, I think this might be because it’s a collective reading and yall don’t share the same ancestry as the other members in this pile. Some are from New Jersey, may have moved to or from New York. Italian is prominent, but so is German.

Then some are venturing into Connecticut, Vermont, Maryland, Illinois, and Virginia. Michigan too but that's a small few.

Some of you are POC, Black and Asian being the most common after Italians and Germans. Some of you are really proud {as you should be 🩷} to have made it this far in an unfair world, not only for the discrimination against you but also because some of you have grown up on stories of what it was like in slavery. And a super small amount of you are born from a Freed Slave in the 1840's-1860’s who had a really rough time. I think they moved from the southern states to New York, and that’s where you grew up but now that you’re well established you moved down to the state they’re from in a way to prove your worth to everyone there. They’re really proud of you for that 🩷🫂 as am I ‘cause I don’t think I’d have the courage to do that especially with the Election coming up 🙈 

Your Message:

You’ve been searching for happiness when it comes to your wealth. You’re actually really wealthy this could be from your hard work or things have just gone really easy for you or a mix of both. For most of you, this is your hard work. 

Even though you’re rich and you can buy things that make you really happy you haven’t felt fulfilled. So you keep buying more and more in hopes it’ll satisfy that feeling, and it does for a little while but then that feeling fades again.

Your Ancestors are saying you have to start letting down your walls. You’ve been guarding your wealth as it grew {which is really wise!} but now that it’s fully grown and sustainable, you need to start leaving behind that mindset that this is only *your* money to spend. It’s not just yours, because your ancestors helped you reach this height of your wealth, they’ve been cultivating it too and the reason why is because they want to soften your heart towards the less fortunate. I know this is really hard for you to hear but you should look for places— credible organizations, shelters, charities— to donate to. Your ancestors are saying once you do you’ll find that satisfaction you’ve been looking for with your wealth.

However, there’s more. You should really do your research, go in person, and talk to the community and organization leaders to really understand their story and the cause you’re donating to before you donate because in this meet and greet you’ll actually learn the lesson your ancestors want you to.

Otherwise, you’ll just be giving money to different organizations still feeling unfulfilled and still searching for happiness and purpose.

Your Channeled Message:

“Let me- Lemme speak first! I can speak for all of us when I say: We know the hard work that went into you getting your bank account where it is now. It was hard work we won’t diminish that! But you gotta stop thinking that everyone everywhere can get where you are now by just putting in the hours and hard work. Some people can, but others just really can’t and they need a helping hand. And I know you wanna roll your eyes and huff but you didn’t do this alone either.

We all helped you. You put in the hard work, but we supplied the opportunities, sprinkling the good luck— {another ancestor interrupted} Dumped! We Dumped the good luck!! Don’t *sugarcoat* it.— That money isn’t just yours and I know, I know you hate this but you know deep down it’s true.

That’s why you’re not happy because you’re *meant* to be sharing that money with people. Spreading the joy and the serenity that that money can bring. We blessed you so you could bless others. But this will only work if you do this out of compassion, being truly moved by the causes you’re giving to. So you gotta go out there get your hands dirty and look into the organizations yourself, don’t get someone else to do it for you ‘cause that won’t work for you.

You’ll still be bitter and feeling lonely in that big house {They showed a mansion with a stone driveway and a cute cultivated garden with columnar shrubs, square bushes and a sculpted bush} with that fancy car {They showed a Porsche and a BMW and they said Lincoln too} because you need human connections and a real purpose to back yourself up in your happiness.

We know how you feel about sharing your money… but you have to let go of thinking ‘I worked hard for this life, for this money! Why should I have to share it with people who can’t even balance their checkbook!?’

You also gotta give people a chance to surprise you, not every poor person with a sob story is just out for a good con. Not all of them are.

You did good, making good on the opportunities we sent you and— I know that struck a nerve but calm down. We sent them so give us some credit.— working hard to get where you are now. And you don’t have to listen to us, but we’re just telling you what will make you happy and fill that hole in your heart and life. You can take our advice or not, it’s up to you. When you’re ready, though, we’ll help you find the right places to send money.”

They care about you, they definitely have a hand in your life even though that seems to upset you but they don’t mean for it to be an insult, instead a testament to how much they care and look after you. I think they’re really sweet for not wanting to push you to do things their way, some Ancestors I’ve met before have been really stubborn and persistent so I think yours are really level headed and kind for this.

I also get the sense that they were business folks when they were on Earth too, in law firms, stock brokerages, and corporations, {whether that job went anywhere or not for them is unclear.} because of how well they worked around the business side of things to help you land deals, get promotions, and i also saw they helped you get your first big job interview.

They also know the lingo for businesses but they have a somewhat informal way of talking to you, {or to me to talk to you.}

Overall, it was a hard pill to swallow but they just wanted to say they’re proud of you but if you wanna stop searching for happiness, this is a surefire way to do that and they’re highly encouraging it. Of course, the decision is yours to make.

That's all for this pile, thank you for sticking around and hearing your ancestors out! I know it wasn’t easy 🩷🫂

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🐝 Group B 🐝

Your Cards: 9 of Wands Reversed, 8 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Knight of Pentacles

About Your Ancestors:

I smelled the ocean and then a chlorine pool. I think you or some of your ancestors may have been avid swimmers, swimming competitions seem relevant but also summers and holidays at a lake or beach. 

Indiana and Kentucky are prominent along with West Virginia. You may be from there or live there now, or your ancestors are from there/lived most of their lives there. You have some red haired ancestors, fair skin that burns easily. Blue eyes are common but there’s one Ancestor with Green eyes that’s really important here. Like piercing green emerald eyes.

It feels like you were born into wealth but that you also take your work seriously or enjoy working hard, to maintain that wealth, but that money also isn't "everything" to you.

Your Message:

They see that you want to be charitable but that you’re not sure who or what to give your money to. They suggest talking to more people and taking an active part in looking for causes or people in need. Researching charities online, going in person to local shelters and children’s organizations, you’ll find a place/cause/person to donate to really soon after doing this. Being in person will help you gauge the intentions of the organization and bring clarity on where you should share your money 🩷

Your Channeled Message:

“We know you’re bored, and looking for something fun to do. We’ve talked it over and we agree that donating to a good cause will benefit you. That being hands-on will be what you need to feel alive and excited and fill that need to be involved in something worth a damn.

There’s a few good ones but you’ll need to do your research, call them up, email them, set up a meeting with the campaign organizers and really ask them why they do this and how they use the money.

You’ll be able to gauge— we’ll help you to know— who is right for you and who is shoveling bullshit into your ears. There’ll be some that excite you and they look perfect from the outside but once you sit down and talk to them you’ll see they aren’t what they appear to be.

Be prepared to get your hopes crushed with the ones you think are good. It’ll be one of the places you didnt think twice about that will actually be the right fit for you. So just be prepared to be disappointed a lot before you find that one that lights your soul up.

Also be smart when you do find them, don’t write them a big check right away, do smaller donations first.

{I asked them why.}

Because you’ll be the first {or one of the first} to believe in them and their cause and a large donation will inflate their egos making them veer off course.

You gotta be subtle with your support— and ask to be part of the overseeing committe to track how they use the money. It sounds harsh but they’ll need you to keep them honest and on track. It’s not that they’re a bad organization, it's just that they live in the real world. Where bills and unexpected expenses pop up and they are just starting out so they kinda have their thoughts all over the place. They’re focus is on 20-50 years from now when it should be on this month, next month, this year.

With a large donation they’ll get ahead of themselves and start working on projects that shouldn’t and can’t be supported right now. Just stick to the plan and help them stick to it too. Small donations, regularly sent until we tell you to go bigger.

We love your heart. How much you want to give money away and share it with the world. We wish we were more like you when we were there {on Earth.}

We’re proud that you abandoned our thick skulled ideas and we’re proud to call you our grandson/granddaughter. {Most of you are male but a few are female so they said both 🩷}

We’re sorry we weren’t more supportive of you before, but we see the truth now and we’re here to support you in whatever you need now. And excuse our language some of us are still learning to behave more politely.

We love you. Ask for our help, we’ll do it. We really want you to talk to us more, and we wanna talk to you more. Bridge this gap that’s here ‘cause of me. {some mean from being in the Otherworld and some mean from their “bitter stubborn pig-headedness” —their words lol— while they were here on Earth.} I hope that we can make some kind of arrangement for that. Maybe go out for some tea or something.”

Overall you’re very pure hearted when it comes to your wealth. You don’t take it for granted and you love helping people but your Ancestors are concerned about you giving money to the wrong people. Almost like naivety but it’s just optimism and they understand that 🩷

They aren’t concerned because they think you can’t handle money on your own they just know that if you give money to people who misuse it and you find out down the road you’ll be heartbroken and it could lead to you putting your guard up when it comes to donating later, and they don’t want that.

To protect you, they’re recommending that you become mentally and physically invested in the organizations you support financially.

And they do have deep regrets for how they behaved here with you in the past. Some of you have ancestors that you knew here before they ascended, others only know stories— especially from the people in your hometown, they hold “grudges” towards your Ancestors because of how they behaved. So this could also be a small town thing 🩷

That's all for this pile, thank you for sticking around and hearing your ancestors out! 🩷🫂

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Happy Samhain! 🎃✨

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 ~ 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒

Your Cards: Hanged man Reversed, Queen of Wands, Ace of Pentacles, Heirophant, Emperor, 9 of Cups, Strength, Justice Reversed, Death Reversed, 10 of Wands Reversed, 4 of Cups Reversed, 2 of Cups, 6 of Wands, Knight of Wands, King of Swords Reversed, 7 of Cups Reversed

About Your Ancestors:

Your Ancestors couldn’t wait to speak! The cards just started flying out so they definitely feel passionate about this.

Delaware is prominent. Appalachian is also important. Then it’s Missouri, Iowa, Ohio, North Dakota, Arkansas.

The Ancestor that was most prominent was an older lady, she was sitting in a dining hall or an old tea house {where they serve tea and cucumber sandwiches and the ladies dress up in vintage attire and hats.} She is white but the other Ancestors here are not. She was just the one that felt more confident speaking. She isn’t someone you’ve met in this life, she’s either an Ancestor from centuries ago or she ascended while you were too young to remember her. There are Hispanics here, Indians as well, a few Blacks, a handful of Natives from both America and Canada. 🩷

Your Message:

You’re avoiding an opportunity here because you’re afraid of the responsibility that will come from it and you’re afraid of being seen in a public way. Some of you feel like imposters and like if you become famous you’ll end up in lawsuits because you’ve seen it happen to people you adored and your role models ended up being problematic later on and you’re afraid of that happening to you.

{Can I just say Ditto!! 🙋🏻‍♀️ So I totally understand where you’re coming from!}

However, your Ancestors are saying that will never happen to you! You are the embodiment of pure love, kindness and compassion, even if you do have anger and hate towards some things or some people, you are still pure at heart and this is your reward.

This is your prize for being an amazing and beautifully kind person. It’s time for you to stop being afraid of being seen and being famous. It’s time for you to see yourself as you are and not who you’ve been telling yourself you are all these years.

This opportunity for you is something you will use to influence necessary change in this world. Laying down foundations and tearing up outdated ideas to build a more stable, respectful and focused world. This is something you’ll be partnering up with the Divine to create. It’s an incredible thing and they don’t want you to be afraid of it.

You’re worried you’ll lead in a cruel and ruthless, judgmental way but you won’t. You’ll lead with a vision for a better future for everyone, and people will see that 🩷

As for feeling overwhelmed and like there will be too much to carry, you’ll have help. From the Divine and in people, you’ll have the ability to share the load with others so even though you are the “face” of this and the leader, you won’t be leading alone 🩷🫂

Channeled Messages as I heard it:

“Child, you’re wonderful. Incredible, beautiful and kind. Why are you so worried about this turning out badly for yourself? You’re your own worst enemy, you know that, right?

Overthinking and worrying about what people will think of you, worrying about how you’ll mess something up unintentionally. Stop that! {She smacked your hand away from your mouth as you went to bite your nails lol}

Grab some tea {others said water} and pull yourself together. We didn’t raise you to be like this, worried and insecure about your self.

So look in the proverbial mirror and fix your hair and makeup {this is still a genderless reading but this Ancestor is prominent right now and speaking to a makeup wearer 🩷} Stand up straighter, keep your chin up and know who you are. You’re {They said some names lol like actually first middle and last names of people so for privacy reasons I won’t be sharing those.} for christ’s sake!

You are kind, compassionate, intelligent and meant to be seen as a leader in this world!

Don’t shy away from it because of other people’s missteps. I don’t care who your role model was, and quite frankly I do nOt care what they did to screw up my child’s view of themselves but you do not get to shy away from what this world has to offer you, what *I am* offering you, just because of someone else’s dirty laundry getting waved around in town square! {She huffs and straightens herself out as she pulls on the hem of her fitted blouse as she reins in her frustration.}

Now… I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m sick and tired of saying this to you and me not being heard. So pardon my lashing out but this had to be said because you my dear, are wonderful and you deserve every good thing this life has to offer you and I will make damn sure that you get it!

So get off your damn tush and start putting yourself out there because not only is it good for the world but it’s good for you and your happiness. And after all the hell you’ve been through, you deserve a bit of happiness in your life. So take it. ‘Cause it’s right there for the taking.”

She’s definitely passionate about this and I think her swearing is adorable, it made me laugh a lot during the channel 🩷

Although she was the most prominent Ancestor to come through, the others all agreed with her. It felt like when I asked for them to speak they all looked at her and she knew she got appointed with the job to speak for everyone.

I think she also might be the oldest of the group of Ancestors to come through but as I typed that they corrected me 🙈 There are older ones in the group, they appointed her because she has been around long enough to feel their frustration and hope for all of you to “get your act together and put on the best show of your lives” {their words} so they let her speak for all of them.

Plus they knew I’d enjoy her company and energy 😂🩷 They’re all so adorable. This is definitely my favorite pile for this reading because of her!

As for her message, I think it’s definitely something I relate to so I can understand the fear and holding yourself back to protect yourself but the cards and the Ancestors were very clear and adamant that you will not fail.

Something that might help is knowing that: your Ancestors and the Divine will not give you something amazing and push you to do it if it led to your humiliation or detriment when they know it’s something you’re genuinely terrified of.

I know it can be scary, I dealt with it when my spirit team told me to start doing readings online, I’ll prolly share my story later but it was really tough to push through that fear.

I recommend learning about and healing your solar plexus, heart, root, and crown centers {also inappropriately called Chakras} because that’ll help you open up to the possibility of entering the public eye and help nurture and solidify your perspective of yourself.

It might not be an easy road to heal these but if you need help, my asks and DMs are always open!! 🩷 And your Ancestors are also very willing to help you themselves so if you feel comfortable talking to them and asking them directly for help I definitely see that as a great option for you in your journey! 🩷✨

That’s all for this reading 🩷

I really enjoyed doing this!! It did take a lot longer to do this pick a pile because of all the different Ancestors in each pile but it was genuinely so much fun!

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[lets-try-some-writing]

In your Young Titan Au, I find it so beautiful with the idea of Optimus creating hot spots on a planet he loves (Earth). I wonder what his Titan like powers or abilities could be. Or how he would repel Megs from him when it comes to the buckethead's schemes.

Oooooh okay a request for part two. Gotcha. Previous part here.

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"Decepticons incoming!" Smokescream screamed, bolting down from the half completed outer wall of the developing settlement. Ratchet perked up instantly, abandoning his scans of Optimus's new spark chamber to assess the situation. They knew the Decepticons would find them eventually, but Ratchet had hoped that the false signals they sent out would buy them more time. At least long enough for the budding settlement to complete its outer frame.

"Fortify the walls! Keep the newbuilds out of potential firing range!" Ultra Magnus moved before Ratchet could. The Commander strode forward, the team swiftly obeying him and rushing to stand along the walls. Ratchet cursed as the Nemesis came fully into view. How in Primus's name were they to stand against that? Optimus was still so exposed. His spark chamber wasn't even fully encased yet. All Megatron would have to do was launch one well aimed missile and Optimus would be done for-

"Stay calm. Creator has this under control." Ratchet's spiraling thoughts were cut off by the calming voice of the newbuild who greeted them weeks ago. The newbuild smiled as if nothing in the world were wrong, his painfully familiar optics cycling in relaxed manner as he looked from Ratchet to the skies. He was small still, having not gone through his first reformat yet. To Ratchet, his commentary was beyond foolish.

"You are young, Pax. You don't know what the Decepticons are capable of or what they will do to us if they can get on the ground." Ratchet hurried to his pedes, assessing Optimus's spark chamber again. It was huge, most certainly meant for a Titan. Already Optimus's spark was growing to fill up the basic shell that had grown around him. He had no chamber walls, nor did his settlement yet have more than the framework for what would eventually become buildings. He was completely and totally exposed, his very spark a burning beacon to all who might witness it.

There was no covering or moving him. Optimus was firmly rooted. Yet, the Prime, if he could even be called a Prime anymore, did not seem worried. His spark did not spin in anxiety or stress, instead sending out waves of ease that were completely at odds with the situation. It didn't ease Ratchet a bit. For all he knew, Optimus was blind, deaf, and unaware of the situation. No titans had ever been documented forming in this manner, but it was a well known fact that without a city frame to see and hear through, the Titan was effectively stranded. Especially without a speaker.

Optimus's frame was still forming, having barely gotten anything close to skeleton completed in the form of building framework. He had very few sensors, save for the cables that slithered across the ground, helping to form what would one day become a mighty living city... if they all survived at any rate. The Prime turned TItan needed protection- protection Ratchet could not see the team being able to provide.

There was a reason the Titans of old had armadas to defend them.

"They will kill your creator, Pax. Megatron has a grudge against Optimus that far predates you, and he will stop at nothing to see his rival fall." Ratchet frowned, readying his welder. It wouldn't be much, but when the worst inevitably came to worst, he would fight until his spark went out. Looking at the Nemesis now looming not far away, Ratchet could see Vehicons starting to come their way, with Starscream likely at their head.

"Take the rest of the newbuilds and head toward Jasper. Choose Earth alternate modes and travel until you find a human male named Agent Fowler. He will take care of you after we fall." The Vehicons were approaching fast. The team were ready, each with blasters raised along the wall. But it was not going to be enough. There was no way it could be enough.

Pax, curse him and his similarities to his namesake, didn't so much as twitch as he stayed right by Ratchet's side. The medic could feel his optic twitch in growing agitation.

"I said take the newbuilds and go-!"

"It is fine. Creator has this under control."

Pax cut him off with a faint smile, his finials perking up as if he were observing the weather on a casual walk. He may have been boxier than his Creator, but by the Allspark, he had all of Optimus's attitude before he took the Matrix.

Ratchet wanted to grab the newbuild and throw him. But as the rest of the newbuilds started to gather around, he hesitated. There were perhaps seven at the moment, but they were all stoic, none at all concerned. It set Ratchet surprisingly on edge, especially as the team began to fire at the incoming attackers.

"Pax, please. You and your siblings are the future. You can't fall here." Ratchet tried to plead with the eldest of the newbuilds, but Pax maintained his smile, totally sure of himself. Ratchet looked to the rest, seeing that they were similarly unphased. If Pax wouldn't leave, neither would they.

Loyal glitches.

"Fine. Stay behind me. If the worst comes to worst, you run. Hear me?" He received no answer, but Ratchet readied himself regardless. If this was to be his funeral, he was going to take at least a dozens Decepticons down with him.

"It's alright, Ratchet. Creator is calling for his Speaker. It won't be long now." What?

"Starscream!" Someone screamed, Ratchet couldn't tell who. The next he knew, a blast went off mere feet away from him, forcing him to step back and reassess just in time for one notorious seeker to land where the blast echoed a moment before. Ratchet was unable to get a word in before Pax spoke up.

"Welcome. Optimus Prime greets you." If Ratchet's optics could get any bigger, they would have as Pax and the rest stepped aside, leaving a path to Optimus's very spark. He grunted, rushing to stand in the seeker's way. But before he could, many small but strong arms pulled him back, each muttering something vaguely soothing.

"It's alright, doctor."

"Everything is going to be fine."

"This is part of the process."

Their words did little to calm him, but Ratchet found himself unable to struggle as Starscream stepped closer. He didn't appear malicious, rather... almost in a daze. His optics were wide, his wings dipped and his expression awed. There was not a hint of cruelty to be seen in him as he calmly, nearly reverently, approached Optimus's partially developed core.

Distantly Ratchet heard Vehicons transforming and landing a ways off, the team rushing forward to keep them contained. It meant very little as the seeker came a mere pedestep away from his Prime's very core. The air was so tense it could have been cut with a knife as Starscream reached out-

And Optimus reached back.

The world slowed for a dazzling second. And then, in a mere nano-klik, light came from Optimus and wrapped around the seeker. Starscream didn't even fight back as his frame started to shift. The adjustments were all subtle at first, but the longer the strange connection continued, the more Starscream changed. Power flowed from Optimus to his chosen, and amidst the process, Ratchet heard Starscream speak.

"Why me?"

Then, as if summoned, the newbuilds replied in a choir like tone.

"Because you are the last Prince of Vos, the last to have seen a Titan walk Cybertron's scorched surface."

One by one the newbuilds abandoned Ratchet's side, instead stepping up closer to Starscream as his spindly frame bulked out, bright red, white, and blue taking the place of gunmetal gray. They were all content, especially as Starscream's previously emaciated expression became filled out, fear and confusion changing to acceptance.

"Creator wishes to restore our people, to let seekers rule the sky and grounders roam the earth. He is tired of war... are you not also?" A deep silence echoed, not even the Vehicons daring to speak up as everyone, the team included, watched on. After what could have been a klik or an eternity, Starscream replied.

"Yes. I'm tired of fighting this meaningless war. I'm tired of cowering... I want this all to end." With those haunting words, Optimus's spark flared, his very soul blazing like a newborn star. As it did, Starscream's optics lit up a momentary brilliant blue, and the voice that escaped him was not entirely his own.

"Then join with me, son of Vos. You shall be my voice, and I, your safe haven." Not a word was uttered as Starscream surveyed those around him, his optics returning to their usual red. He looked over his frame, curious, but not upset. Ratchet wasn't sure how to feel, or even if he could feel anything at all as the seeker turned Speaker addressed his Vehicons.

"I... I will not be returning to Lord- Megatron. You may do so if you wish. But I will not fight against this Titan. Not on his or anyone else's orders." Ratchet had to reset his audials and optics, but it changed exactly nothing as Starscream stared at his former subordinates. They all stared back, the team still keeping their blasters trained on them.

Then, as if Primus himself wanted to mock Ratchet for having been worried at all, the Vehicons dropped to a knee, and Starscream smiled.

"That was the correct choice." Starscream grinned, his usual arrogance again rearing its helm as he sneered down at everyone, save for the newbuilds.

"Knockout had the right idea about joining the winning team." The team burst into accusations and various cries of confusion. Ratchet didn't have the energy to bother. Starscream was apparently an ally now, alongside a good half of Megatron's air forces. That made defending Optimus a whole lot easier, if uncomfortable.

Slag Optimus and his cryptic ways.

"See? Everything worked out." Pax, the smug little creature that he was, patted Ratchet on the shoulder. He looked so stupidly pleased with himself and seeing his expression, Ratchet could feel life draining out of his frame.

"My apologies, Megatron. But I will not be returning. I have a new master now, one who has promised me far more than you could ever offer in exchange for my services." Starscream tapped his audial, likely sending a message back to the Nemesis.

On one servo, his presence gave them a fighting chance. On the other, all Ratchet could think about the mech were two simple words.

Slimy glitch.

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The Collection

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky arrives home and panics when he notices you calling for him from your room, but upon entering— he realizes what you have been getting yourself into.

♡ Warnings: superrrrr fluffyyyy 🥹, slight panic, hints to paranoia, hints to PTSD, hints to bucky’s trauma, overall a comfort drabble

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A/N: i have been adding to my own squish mallow collection and thought of this 🥰 i’m unhealthily obsessed with squish mallows

Arriving back at your shared apartment, Bucky couldn’t help but notice the amount of time xtra large bags on the kitchen counter. He furrowed his brows in confusion and wandered to the fridge. Opening it in inspection, he didn’t see anything new or added.

You hadn’t gone grocery shopping…

He could hear faint shuffling from your shared room, and he couldn’t help but panic. His mind was brilliant at creating a problem from nothing. He was a professional over thinker— and sometimes it threatened to make his heart give out.

“Baby? I’m home!” He announced, shimmying off his jacket and making his way to the bedroom.

“James! Come quick— you gotta see something!” You said urgently.

He automatically thought the worst and all his suspicions were suddenly coming through. Visions of you hurt came to mind and he practically sprinted and busted through the door. The knob slamming into the wall with a loud thud.

“(Y/n)? You okay?!” He asked panicked.

His body relaxed at your calm state, only the look of confusion on your face. With a quick scan— he noticed there was nothing wrong with the room or you. In fact, if anything was different— it were the many new plushies on the bed.

Releasing a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in, and ran a hand through his hair.

“James honey— you alright? Just wanted to show you my new squishmallows.” You asked him worried, walking over to stand next to him.

Truthfully, if anything he was embarrassed that he’d let himself get in his head again. But after finding you perfectly fine, and organizing your plushies— which he found adorable— he felt fine. He was only happy that you were okay.

“M’fine baby, just thought you were in trouble is all.” He told you honestly.

You softened your gaze to him, grabbing his hand and hiding him to the bed. You gently pushed him down to sit, and he did so willingly.

“I didn’t mean to sound all panicky— was just excited to show you the new ones I got today!” You told him, smiling like the cheshire cat.

He chuckled, leaning back on his hands as he looked down at the medium sized squishmallows.

“You know— this is considered an addiction.” He pointed out.

You scoffed, waving him off like it was no big deal.

“Some consider it a hobby actually.” You defended.

He raised his brows in amusement, chuckling again when he saw you being so defensive. He thought you were adorable.

“You’re so cute.” He said out loud, causing your face to grow hot.

After all this time— he was still easily able to make you blush, flustered from his compliments.

You shook off the flush in your face, choosing to pick up a new squishmallow to show him. You held up a medium sized seal squishmallow, to which Bucky smiled at.

“This is a seal one, his name is Remmy.” You told him.

Bucky grabbed it from your hands, giving it a test hug and holding it while you grabbed another one. Next was a longhorn squishmallow, with a ring dangling from its nose.

“This is a bull one, his name is Shep.” You told him, giving it a hug and then passing it to Bucky.

You held back a giggle, Bucky holding the plushies to his chest an adorable sight. Such a tough man with these cute stuffed animals.

“I like his horns.” He noted, fiddling with the plushie.

You picked up the last one, being a bird squishmallow. You smiled wide as you looked at it, this one being your favorite.

“This is my favorite of the three. I think he’s a hawk or something, and his name is Sam.” You explained.

Bucky’s eyes went wide and he started laughing, dropping the other plushies on the bed, he reached out and grabbed the hawk and inspected it.

“Sam, really?” He asked chuckling.

You nodded your head with a sly smile.

“Does our Sam know about this?” He asked again.

“Definitely not— but I’m sure he’d appreciate it.” You told him.

You two laughed at the goofiness and you ended up being pulled by Bucky into the bed. He wrapped you up in his arms and the two of you started cuddling�� just melting into each others embrace. The squishmallows surrounded you two while you both drifted off to sleep.

Nothing felt more perfect, nothing felt more right than being in his arms.

“Love you baby.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“Love you more James.” You mumbled into his chest.

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The Dragon & the Foreseer who loved him - pt.2

Pairing: Sylus x Zayne/SnowCrow

Chp word count: 2621

MINORS DNI!/ Mature and Explicit content ahead!

Chapter tags: TENSION (sexual or other, you tell me), banter, verbal fight for dominance, CHEMISTRY

Previous chapter: CHP1

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CHAPTER 2 - A rather daring captive

Ever since his powers awakened, Zayne didn’t know of a dreamless, relaxing sleep.

Every time his eyes would close, visions would invade his mind, telling him of destinies of people that will visit him in the near or very far future.

No matter how long or how short his slumber was, he’d always awaken with the mind filled with new information which he struggled to contain and comprehend.

And yet, in that very moment, Zayne’s mind was completely blank…

The first thing he felt as he slowly drifted back into consciousness was an unusual stinging pain in his thigh, the type of pain that made him grimace even before his eyelids opened.

Taking deep breaths, the Foreseer slowly opened his eyes, the dimly lit surroundings making it rather hard for him to determine what time of day it was.

But as he slowly moved his body, many other questions flooded his foggy mind:

Why are his surroundings so unfamiliar?

Why does his back hurt so much?

… And why does he smell smoke all around him?....

With a groan, Zayne attempted to sit as every joint and bone in his body cracking as he tried to find a stable position. A piercing pain suddenly ran through the middle of his head, making him hiss and grab his forehead.

This pain, however, made his thoughts clearer… and in the next moment, his heart sank.

Whipping his head up and with his breath shallow in suppressed fear, Zayne looked closely at his surroundings, suddenly understanding why he couldn’t see much in front of him.

The cave he was in was massive and with a lot of open space, rocks colored in bronze and crimson standing ominously in the air from both ground and ceiling. A faint sound of dripping water echoed through the large open space as the smell of smoke and metal increased in its intensity.

The lone rock Zayne was laying on was seemingly the highest point of the cave, being wide and flat enough for him not to fall down even if he moved a lot… and yet, there was something unnerving in the air, a sensation which Zayne couldn’t see but could definitely feel.

This isn’t Skyfrost Tower…. Oh.

The happenings of previous night played before Foreseers eyes like an unstoppable flood, the pain in his thigh suddenly reignited as a pair of brutal, red eyes became the very last thing he saw in his mind’s eye.

The dragon took him.

The dragon… knocked him unconscious and brought him who knows where.

As the panic finally settled in Zayne’s entire being, he tried to look for a possible way to come down from the rock he was sitting on, hopefully without falling to his death.

His power, he thought, looking down at his grazed palms. He could make the stairs of ice that will bring him down…

Trying to put his breathing under control, Zayne slowly got back on his feet, quietly hissing as he put his weight on his right leg. Dragon poison seems to still be inside me… but it’s much fainter than before…

Without hesitation, Zayne raised his left hand and concentrated all of his energy into creating a series of icicles large and sturdy enough to hold his weight. Carefully, he made a step onto the makeshift icy platform, the surface only slightly cracking under his weight.

A sudden wave of heat blew right into Zayne’s face, causing the ice under his feet to crack and eventually break.

With a loud gasp, the Foreseer jumped back onto the rocky platform, only able to observe as his icy creation melted into nothingness.

“So, he awakens…” a deep, growling voice echoed through the cave, causing Zayne’s heart to drop in his stomach once again.

Only a moment later, a distinctive flapping of large wings filled the cave, a massive shadow flying over Zayne’s head only to disappear a second later.

Trying not to appear frightened, the Foreseer straightened his posture on top of the rock, trying to pinpoint the exact location of his captor… but as the sudden gust of wind rose inside the cave once more, a massive figure materialized before him.

The dragon was much larger than Zayne remembered from their first encounter, large black wings and hard, slithering tail being first features he noticed. The beast’s face was obscured by darkness, long black horns adorning his head whilst a pulsating crystal shone in the middle of the dragon’s chest, seemingly resembling his heartbeat.

Zayne gulped, aware that his entire body went cold… but he couldn’t just tremble before his captor like a frightened child.

“And you don’t seem to allow me much movement… unless you wish for me to fall to my death”

The dragon chuckled, the growl in his voice resonating within Zayne’s very being “You’re my precious prey, I can’t allow you to run away. However, I didn’t expect you to use magic in my domain, so I had to step in”

The beast then raised his hand, the large limb covered in sharp, black scales that Zayne could only compare to knight’s armor. He attempted not to flinch once that clawed hand reached for his cheek, but he failed miserably, causing the dragon to chuckle with that same, resonating growl.

“Here I thought you weren’t afraid of me” the dragon sounded almost disappointed “This hand was around your throat one night ago and you didn’t flinch… did you suddenly remember to play a damsel in distress?”

For whatever reason, the comment struck Zayne in the nerve, anger suddenly ignited within his chest.

Before he could even realize what his body was doing, the Foreseer raised his own hand and grabbed dragon’s wrist, not caring about sharp scales that cut into his palm.

The beast was the one to flinch this time around, his form seemingly shrinking to a size that was rather similar to a very tall human male.

Using this moment of surprise to his advantage, Zayne pulled the dragon closer, causing the beast to shrink even further until they were almost nose to nose.

The dragon’s gasp sounded almost human, similar to the tone he used when they first met. But that wasn’t the most surprising thing about this particular predicament.

Once again, Zayne’s mind was… empty. Completely void of any visions of the future…

Dragon’s deep chuckle suddenly echoed in Foreseer’s ear:

“A rather daring captive, dare I say. Behaving like this towards a dragon that could tear you into pieces…”

Zayne had to chuckle himself, his lips barely curling up in a smile “Then, why aren’t you trying to whip your arm away from me?”

Dragon’s chuckle turned into an amused, purr-like laughter “Because this is very amusing” he said as his face finally came into full view for Zayne to see.

Despite his very clear dragon features, this beast still had a rather handsome face for human standards, a pair of hypnotic, crimson eyes looking down at the Foreseer.

He was almost enchanting, his beauty almost making Zayne look away from the intensity of his presence.

But if he did look away… it could jeopardize the façade he had managed to build up until that point.

He had to allow himself to become hypnotized, enchanted by the duality of this beast, something he was aware all dragons possessed: dominance, allure, manipulation of one’s very mind.

And yet… if it meant his survival, Zayne would have to oblige. He had to allow this beast to enter his mind…

“You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden” the dragon mumbled, a cunning smile spreading across his handsome face “Kitten got your tongue?”

Zayne’s eyebrows twitched, finally releasing the dragon’s wrist “It didn’t” he retorted briefly before turning away from his captor “Would you be kind enough to get me off this platform?”

The dragon behind him chuckled “I thought you wanted to do it yourself, considering your power seems to be a rather interesting force”

“I tried… but a certain someone melted away the ice I have created” Zayne reminded, annoyance clear in his voice “It appears you’re the one who wants me dead, in spite of what you’ve been saying…”

A silence arose between the two, Zayne feeling his heart beating painfully in his chest as his body went cold all over again. He clasped his hands together, the sweat on his palms suddenly starting to sting small lacerations made by dragon’s scales.

In the next moment, the air was kicked out of him as the pair of strong arms grabbed him around the waist, the duo soon lifted in the air. All Zayne could do was squeeze his eyes shut, his heart threatening to jump out of his throat.

But instead of the worst possible outcome, his captor brought him to the cave ground without a word.

“This cave’s only entrance is on the ceiling” the beast noted, pointing towards the circular opening that revealed only a small fraction of the night sky. “If you so much as dare to use your powers again, I will rip your head off”

Zayne had to chuckle, despite his blood running cold “Understood… how long are you planning to keep me here?”

The dragon scratched his chin, seemingly out of amusement “You’re a Foreseer, aren’t you supposed to tell me that, hm?”

Zayne gulped, squeezing his own hands tightly.

In any other circumstance, that would probably be the case.

But… this capture was something Zayne didn’t foresee. The existence of a dragon himself was something Zayne didn’t foresee… and he couldn’t even guess what the dragon’s intentions were.

Everything in relation to that dragon was a mystery to Zayne… and it made him strangely relieved, as if a boulder was lifted off his shoulders.

“I can’t…” he admitted after a moment of silence.

The dragon frowned “How come? I thought you could see everything…”

“I thought so, too” Zayne admitted, his gaze finally locking with the dragon’s “But… I didn’t foresee my capture… thus, I cannot even imagine what the dragon would want with me…”

The dragon didn’t seem amused by that answer, letting out a loud sigh before pinching the bridge of his own nose “If I haven’t witnessed you using your magic, I might actually think I’ve captured and impostor…. But then again, the cold and deep sleep doesn’t seem to bother you either…”

Zayne had to chuckle “That’s true…” he admitted, a sudden sense of fear settling inside his chest “This is strange to me, as well… my mind only being filled with my own thoughts. Maybe… I cannot see the future of the likes of you…”

“Oh? The likes of me?” the dragon’s tone seemed to become amused, even though Zayne could hear a tinge of something else, a small crack in a smooth and velvety texture of his voice…

“Yes” the Foreseer confirmed “The being that wasn’t created by the Almighty Astra, like humans are…”

The dragon’s eyes widened, as if he didn’t expect that answer, all resolve and jest abandoning his face as he blankly stared at his captive.

Eventually, a quiet, breathy chuckle escaped his lips, smirk once again adorning his handsome face “Then, I suppose this is somewhat of a respite for you. Do not make yourself comfortable, though, we are departing in the early morning…”

“Departing where?”

The dragon chuckled “The place where I grew up” he said before spreading his wings and disappearing in the dark depths of the cave.

Zayne finally allowed his knees to give out, the Foreseer slumping on the cold ground whilst his robes pooled around him.

That dragon… his aura was something Zayne had never felt before.

Before becoming a Foreseer, he had met a fair share of magic users just like him, including the members of the royal family and the current prince. Many of them had dominating auras, but none of them seemed as threatening or dominant as this dragon’s...

He didn’t remember much about dragons even though he read a lot about them when he was a child, but Zayne did remember certain and very specific characteristics: dragons were vicious, intelligent beings that possess immense amounts of magical powers.

In their intelligence, they were unpredictable, capable to topple nations and civilizations of their rage went overboard.

But most surprisingly, they didn’t seem to care for any other creature other than their own kind…

Zayne had to chuckle at that last fact.

If that tidbit was true, he’d probably be torn to pieces by that point… Calling dragons intelligent yet vicious and wild predators seemed somewhat contradicting.

But Zayne will give credit where credit was due: his captor was incredibly frightening, both in his bone-crushing aura that was able to intimidate anyone he came across, and in the fact that Zayne couldn’t read his next move.

The dragon was very much aware of Zayne’s title as a Foreseer, which probably prompted him to kidnap him… but for what purpose? To have him as a bargaining chip? For what?

What did Kingdom of Philos have that this dragon so desperately wanted?...

With a shaky sigh, Zayne allowed himself to lean against one of the rocks, soon realizing it was unusually warm, soothing even.

Closing his eyes, the Foreseer once again tried to tap into his original powers… but nothing came of it. As if something blocked him from seeing the future.

But there was one other thing which surprised Zayne far more than the absence of his clairvoyance: his bond with Almighty Astra… seemed to be gone.

It felt like… Zayne was back to his old self, the self he was before he was chosen, when he was only seven years old…

With those thoughts and the exhaustion suddenly overtaking his body, Zayne closed his eyes, his breaths soon becoming deep and calm. Once again, he drifted away into a peaceful, dreamless sleep…

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He was terrified, thought the dragon as he flew across the night sky, his eyes observing every hill and meadow in search for a suitable meal for himself and his guest.

They were far enough from the Capital for the royal troops to not reach them in a matter of day or two, but they couldn’t stay here, especially because of the amount of cattle that was about to disappear from the small villages in the area.

This was just a temporary stop… and hopefully, their final destination will be too distant and too dangerous for any human to even approach it.

At least until he decided what to do with that odd human…

The dragon continued to recall their interaction once the Foreseer had woken up from his long slumber, from the way he spoke back at him all the way to his gestures….

That human really attempted to look fearless before the beast.

And yet, despite the human creating that fragile façade of confidence, the dragon could see right through him.

The way he rubbed his hands together, how his heartbeat became louder every time the dragon came closer to him, the way his body tensed up whenever dragon would as much as growl at him.

But the most obvious sign, the one that human couldn’t control, was his smell of fear.

Discreet, metallic, almost pungent, mixed with the natural flowery smell dragon didn’t recognize.

That human was terrified of him… and yet attempted to speak to him on equal grounds, even grabbing his wrist in a rare moment of dragon’s distraction…

Looking down at his hand, the beast could still recall the strength of the Foreseer’s grip, such force unbecoming of a human, at least from what the dragon had remembered.

And he says… that he cannot see the future anymore.

Interesting… That human truly was fascinating…

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