#just makes everything working out someday that much sweeter and it will i just know it

[mobius-m-mobius]

(I'm so sorry for this but) in a roundabout way don't you think Loki taking the brunt of the fall-and-slide off the time runway a foreshadow for him taking the brunt of holding onto the entire multiverse so his new boy best friend can continue to exist? And the fact that he re-materialized and slammed all the way into Mobius' arms really cemented the fact that he was timeslipping back to him the whole time??

Oh no please don't be sorry anon, if anything Lokius angst is probably fueling at least 97.2% of my existence at this point so by all means keep it coming 😂

And yes, I was just thinking about this the other day!! Tbh the first ep of S2 is full of foreshadowing about Loki's fate (most notably the sheets of paper that cover enough of the TVA logo to spell “Time Author” when he's looking for a time stick in the future TVA to get back to Mobius) and it's definitely not a coincidence all the time Mobius spent in S1 fighting to give Loki the chance to be whoever he wanted essentially manifested in Loki realizing what he wants is to be someone there for Mobius in the same way which we see in his every action afterwards.

Then there's Loki's timeslipping which is SUCH a cool visual impact but also just satisfyingly obvious which is probably the main reason I love it, lol. How unbelievably telling that at first when it happens as Loki's anxiety or nervousness builds he's only able to take better control after following the trail of getting back to Mobius then even more so after Mobius physically and emotionally grounds him. Then of course when A.D. Doug explains if Loki focuses on what he "needs" he can control his timeslipping, that's why his reply of needing to save the TVA doesn't activate anything until he gives in to what he *personally* needs first and foremost which is to get back to Don and figure out how to give Mobius the choices he was never afforded upon creation, only to end up doing so in a way that took away the one thing Mobius did want and now here we are 😔

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 4 — Premium

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While my eyes were closed, something was placed in my hands and a fresh smell filled my nose.

— You can open your eyes now, Kate.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a bouquet of fresh pink modern roses in my arms.

The moment I became aware of it, the scent of flowers smelled stronger and sweeter.

Kate: This is…

Liam: This is for you. Thanks for sparing me your time tonight, Kate.

Kate: You didn't have to. I should be the one giving you a gift for that performance…

Liam: These flowers are to thank you for watching me. So…

Liam: If you don't accept them, they won't have an owner.

(He has a point. In that case…)

Kate: Thank you so much, Liam. I’ll be sure to cherish them well, so that they’ll keep blooming for a long time.

Kate: If I display them by my room’s window, they’ll definitely bring a smile to my face tomorrow morning.

Liam: If flowers can make you smile every morning, then I’ll give you however many flowers you want!

Liam: — Anyway, can I have your feedback? Take it as if I’m asking you to praise me.

There wasn't a hint of Mercutio’s character as shrugged his shoulders.

Kate: It was magical and so captivating. It was as if the character was brought to life and standing before me.

Kate: Your performance moved my heart, and… I was reminded of my dream that I’ve been hiding deep in my heart.

Liam: … A dream?

(Ah…)

Kate: Um, it’s nothing great…

Liam: Why? Tell me about it. I want to know everything about you.

His tone was soft, but there was a sincere look in his rose coloured eyes.

Kate: I want to help others to not be afraid of what tomorrow will bring them,... by writing a story.

It was the first time I told anyone about that dream.

Liam didn't laugh when I told him what my dream was, he only nodded with a tender expression on his face.

Liam: “Help others to not be afraid of tomorrow”, hm. I like it. … Yup, that sounds good.

Liam: I’m sure working as a fairytale writer will be a useful experience to help you fulfil that dream.

Liam: … Hey, Kate.

Liam, who was standing on stage, crouched down to look me in the eyes.

(...?)

Liam: What do you think about observing only me for the next one month and writing about me in your report?

Kate: Write about you…?

Liam: That's right. Not about Crown, but about me as a person. It's because the finest stories are the ones with the best main character.

Liam: I’m confident that I can satisfy and charm you. I’ll shine even brighter just for you.

Liam: If you do that, one month will fly past before you know it, and you can return to your original life.

Liam: And as long as you're by my side, I can protect you. Isn't that the best idea?

(That’s a very attractive offer, and it sounds way too good for me.)

(But—)

Kate: But wouldn't you gain nothing from that?

Liam: Eh? I do. I get to be the closest person to you, a step or two ahead from the other guys in Crown.

Liam: Ahaha just imagining it already sounds great!

Kate: …!

I couldn't help but smile at his straightforward response.

(... Oh, I see.)

(I want to be like Liam. Sparkling and shining brightly, and touching people’s hearts.)

I didn’t think that would ever happen, though.

(Someday I’ll be just like Liam — and then I’ll become someone who can give to others.)

Kate: Well then, thank you, Liam.

Liam: No problem.

(Oh!)

Kate: I’ll definitely pay you back for the ticket. I want to pay for the nice things I receive.

Liam: …

Liam: Pfft ahahaha! You’re so funny, Kate.

Kate: Huh? I’m being serious—

Liam chuckled and held his hand out to me.

Liam: Want to come onto the stage? Come on, take my hand.

Upon being urged by him, I took his hand and he held me by my waist as he pulled me up onto the stage.

When I stood on the stage, I was blinded by the spotlight shining directly onto me.

Kate: I can’t believe you always have to stand under such a bright light… you're amazing.

Liam: I’m not amazing yet. I’ll work even harder to charm you. Perhaps I can play the role of Romeo next time.

Liam got down on one knee and held my hand in a practised gesture…

Liam: “I’m no sailor, but even if you were on the furthest shore… I’d risk going out to sea, just for a treasure like you” // Original script: “I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.”

He kissed the back of my hand with his smiling, rosy lips.

The feeling of Liam’s moist lips on my skin was so bewitching, and it made me suddenly very aware that he was a man.

(... This feels like I’ve been gently nibbled by a cat precious to me.)

Liam: Your face is bright red, Kate. Cute~

Kate: I-It’s not…

Liam: Oh, really? Then let’s leave it at that. For now…

Liam’s innocent smile was so radiant as he basked in the spotlight.

(... I no longer fear facing my tomorrows. Liam has made me smile so many times now.)

Liam: Kate, wait for me at the entrance. I’ll be right with you after I change my clothes.

Liam parted ways with Kate and went to the wings of the stage.

At that very moment — it started raining in his heart.

ℹ️ this is a metaphor, referring to a sorrowful feeling.

Liam: … Ugh.

No matter how hard he tried to brush it off, the rain never stopped. Slowly, the voice of “someone” echoed in his head.

[Liam's POV]...

… Hey, Liam. Why are you trying so hard to get on friendly terms with Kate?

(... I just want to be useful to Kate.)

You’re doing this for Kate? Haha, you fool. You’re only being nice to her for your own sake, aren’t you?

(... Ggh.)

You just don’t want to be hated, you don't want to be hated, don't want to be hated, that's all it is!

Liam: … I know that. That's why… I have to keep at it.

— In hopes that I won't make another grave mistake and destroy everything with my own hands.

[transkingcobra]

Wanted some new ref shots and decided to share some lol have a blorbo

My gith Tav Eche’al (he/they)

Chaotic stupid with enough gremlin charisma to get out of consequences ✨

He’s very curious of other humanoid races and loves devouring the “lore” of everything, but also has that sense of githyanki pride and toxic distancing. It isn’t until the tadpole that he makes friends, realizing he actually cares about the istiks he’s shepherding (much like Lae’zel, but far earlier). He also heavily relies on Lae’zel’s knowledge because he was absolutely not paying attention to as much revolving around ghaiks or battle strategy and is learning to regret it. (Some of those early-game gith dialogues are hilarious knowing they should know these things and it fit with his interest in other races that he’d favor learning them and not what he’s supposed to be paying attention to lol)

They became a warlock with the promise to be able to travel and learn all they want to about people. Still fleshing out exactly what that means for who/what his patron is, what they want from him, etc. because I honestly put zero thought into his character when making them originally and just decided this was my warlock run but I feel like it fits for his chaotic stupid ass to end up with a pact

(Also, enjoy Eche’al watching Dammon work, that fucking smirk and side eye sent me, I do not remember noticing that on my other runs, tho honestly I don’t have Dammon make anything usually anymore so I probably just forgot)

They definitely fool around with people but being gith doesn’t typically mean they’re trusted by others so he mostly has experience with other githyanki. Eche’al notices everyone in camp being horny (not complaining, they are too and take advantage of his open options when available) and when Halsin says he’ll help the group he immediately decided yes that means he actually has a chance to possibly take a giant man to bed and gods be damned they’re gonna do whatever they need to do to make it happen 😂 They absolutely see him as a sexual conquest at first but it doesn’t take long talking to Halsin for his caring personality to make Eche’al see him as something far sweeter.

By the end of act 2, they no longer want to learn about Halsin for the sake of learning and better flirting, but want to learn Halsin for the sake of truly knowing him. He’s turned down the rest of the party wanting to be anything serious with him, he doesn’t want that and doesn’t see any of them that way to begin with, and honestly starts getting worried Halsin may want to be “serious” someday too.

Come act 3, Halsin’s confession makes them a bit nervous at first but him explaining how he views his relationships quickly dissipates that worry. The open polyamory Halsin is offering feels like they’ve been given permission to address their feelings without being chained down by them. Eche’al is quickly somehow even more infatuated with his big bear man and more determined to be able to take the big bear man but learns saying “I am githyanki, I can handle it” does not make you able to handle everything.

Friend called him a gwink (gith twink) and now that’s all I think about calling them lol

[linkedkeysau-official]

Linked Keys Febuwhump

Day 18 - Can't stay awake

The blowing snow stung Zephyr’s skin as he flew through the air. The wind was howling, and the whiteout conditions made visibility so low that if he didn’t have the sharp eyesight of an Avian, Zephyr doubted he could tell which way was even up. Cradled in his arms, held tightly against his body, was a tiny, freezing bundle of a child: Mask, a Hylian child he had been entrusted with finding and rescuing from the icy peak, and that he had promised the child’s father he would bring back alive.

Zephyr had debated whether he should fly at all, as it was much colder up here, and they’d be far more exposed with Zephyr using his wings to carry them. But at the same time if he had gone on foot, he might be able to shield Mask from the elements with his wings a bit, but it would take longer. The poor kid was already severely hypothermic when Zephyr had found him collapsed in the snow, paralyzed with a poisoned dart immediately recognizable as one belonging to the Birds of Prey. He was already worried that he wouldn't make it back to the shelter in time as it was, he couldn't afford to waste time. He just hoped that he could fly fast enough that Mask wouldn't have to endure the cold for too long.

Every so often as he flew, he glanced down at the small child in his arms— so cold he wasn't even shivering— to make sure he was still awake. He feared that if the poor kid fell asleep before he could get warm, then he'd never wake up. This turned out to be a more difficult task than he'd expected. Every time Zephyr would try to get his attention, every time he'd give the kid a light shake, Mask could barely open his eyes; whether he was too weak to do so or his eyelashes were freezing together was unclear, but it was obvious that he was struggling to keep them open for more than a second at a time. And every time Zephyr looked up to focus on where he was flying, they fluttered closed again and Mask would come dangerously close to falling into the soothing, but deadly embrace of sleep. This repeated a terrifying number of times in the five minutes it took to descend from the peak to the cave where the others had taken shelter. Five minutes that felt like an eternity…

"Come on, Fledgling, wake up." Zephyr jostled him lightly. Mask pried his eyelids open with great difficulty, feeling as if they were made of lead. He didn't have the strength to keep them open for long. Zephyr shook him again,

"Hey nononono… None of that. Come on, I need you to stay awake for me, kid. Just a little longer, okay? We're almost there. Then we can get you warmed up and then you can sle— No, no, not yet. You can't fall asleep yet. I know you're cold. I know you're tired. But you need to stay awake."

It was a lot harder with the paralytic agent in his system, as it affected everything aside from his eyes and vital organs. He could not speak. He could not move. He couldn't even make a sound. This was designed specifically so the victim could be alive and awake, but helpless to do anything but watch as the Birds of Prey massacred their family, friends, and neighbors. To think they'd use it on a mere child to have him freeze to death on the mount made Zephyr's blood boil almost as much as when the Phoenix Clan was originally wiped out. He swore he'd get revenge someday, and knowing that they'd attempted to murder an innocent child— and not just any child, but the son of Zephyr's lover…— well, that would make this revenge so much sweeter when he got it.

"Zephyr! You're back!" The Avian heard a voice cry out from below as he began his descent in front of the cave.

"I found him. But he's got hypothermia, and needs warmth now!" He urged. Warriors had gotten up immediately and pushed past the other heroes in a rush to get to his son.

"God's, no… He's cold as ice." The captain muttered as he carefully took the frozen child from Zephyr's arms into his own, moving quickly towards the fire that had been built in the middle of the cave and laying him down on the ground beside it, just far enough that he wouldn't be burned. Mask was still struggling to keep himself awake, especially now with the comforting warmth radiating from the fire— a stark contrast to the bitter cold outside— and his father's embrace. He could just fall asleep right here. It seemed almost cruel that he wasn't allowed to, for whatever reason. Mask could not remember why he'd been asked to stay awake, only that the man with the rainbow wings (Zephyr, right) had made it sound important that he did.

He was fading fast. He couldn't fight it anymore. He didn't want to get yelled at again, but he was so comfortable now… he'd gotten so cold that he stopped feeling it, and now that his suffering was finally rewarded with warmth and cuddles, he couldn't fight off sleep any longer. He felt a second warm body press up against his other side, heavy yet soft feathery wings falling over him and forming a barrier to keep the heat inside.

Can I sleep now? He so badly wanted to ask, but his voice wouldn't work. His eyelids drooped closed before he could force himself to keep them open. Only this time there was no yelling, no shaking, no begging him to wake up. Only softness and warmth and love… as he finally drifted off to sleep.

[shadowjtrev]

I don't really talk about much on here other than my heart aches and sad thoughts.. and I realize it's easy to paint myself as miserable and broken from another perspective. to be fair though thats what I've been using this space to do, it helps me in way, to be able to get some of my reoccurring thoughts out so that they don't bother me as much.

I wanted to do something a little different today though, in the sense of writing, and that would be to just give a life update, and to sum up what's been going on and what I've been going through these past couple of months.

I'm making it, little by little, mentally and emotionally, I recently lost someone very dear to me and my mind and heart have been going through all kinds of turmoil, some weeks I'm okay and I feel myself growing, but others I find myself miserable and relapsing into things I thought I escaped.

I do my best though, to count my blessings, for I know my life has a lot of things to be thankful for, I got a new position back in December designing kitchens for people and becoming a salesman (woohoo), I have my own space to live in where I live comfortably financially, i have my own car with my own insurance (hurray to be being an adult), on my days that I don't feel like living I tend to find a lot to live for through my family, mainly my mom and my neices who give me so much life, those little ones make me so excited for fatherhood it's something I look forward to greatly, and with my buzz cut I've been getting plenty of compliments from people and it's done a lot for my self Confidence, I feel a sense of freedom I didn't before, however it does feel weird not having long hair, I've always had some sort of long hair with my look.

just so many little things, most of the time I feel like it's all distractions, it's all just me trying to escape my troubles, keeping myself busy as much as I can. it sucks but that's my reality, and it all goes back to her. I ponder on that, how badly a heart can miss someone, in every form, and thats what I go through daily, it's like a wave that pushes through me but some days that torrent lasts all day..bottom line is miss her, I miss her voice, her company, her smile and eyes, every little thing, and I ask myself why, why do I feel that way about someone who broke my heart?, and I know why.. it's why I cut my hair, it's why I've been doing all these little things, to forgive all that's been done to me and to remember the good. once you get past those thorns you get to see and experience all those beautiful things about that person again, all the things that made you fall in love with them to begin with.

yes, how things ended still bothers me, it hurts me everyday and I wish I could take back so much that has happened.. I wish I never sent that merry Christmas message, sometimes I wish she just left it on read and moved on, i wish i never picked up that phone call and i wouldn't have if it wasnt for her name popping up on my phone..just anything to have prevented that last phone call..

but anyways, still I live on, still I grow in my own ways.. yes some days can be quite unbearable and the loneliness just eats away at me, but I still do everything I can to just move one foot in front of the other, it's a lot of work to convince myself that this is a life worth living, even on days where I feel like death sound so much sweeter.. yes I have a lot to be thankful for, but somedays it does get hard, but i think thats normal in a way. God somedays I just feel like I'm floating, just aimlessly going through my day with no thoughts or emotions.. it scares me, it really does..

I know I can be miserable, I know my life can seem meaningless but I'll always do my best if not for myself then for others around me because I know a lot of people depend on me..

anyways, not too much going on with me, some work drama that I'll get into another time, tomorrow I'm going to have my morning walk and prepare for my day, and maybe in the evening I'll attend this concert just to give myself something to do, should be a fun weekend.

[alyjojo]

Gift Ideas For Your Cancer - December 🛵 2023:

What they want: 7 Pentacles & The World

What they need: Knight of Cups & The Lovers

The thought behind it: Ace of Pentacles & 5 Cups

Main Energy: Page of Cups

Gift ideas for Cancer:

In the preshuffle I heard that “Whip It” song from the 80’s, and then it changed to the Swiffer song from the (old?) commercial, and I laughed 😂 and said “a cleaning service?”, then 6 Wands came flying out as confirmation - YES. That’s not what came out as the main energy here, but it’s definitely for someone that’s super busy and burdened, they can’t keep up with everything they have on their plate plus an extra five hours to clean, like those hours are for much needed (and not enough) sleep, and they would deeply appreciate something like that.

The main energy here is heavily about romance, if this is your person they *need* you to go all out for them 💚 They just want something to end, I don’t know what’s ending or what needs to, but they’ve spent a lot of time dealing with, working on, carrying something that they just want to be done with, be successful or fail idfc anymore just be done! Could be a job, some may have lost a job, lost a partner, there’s been an end to something…or not quite over with but they want it to be. They need to be cheered up. Or for someone, this could be your energy, wanting to do something nice and you don’t have a lot of money. You could offer work, like a “cleaning service” or even a baby-sitter, with Page of Cups here, but for cheaper than whatever the going rate is.

1. Elaborate, romantic, well thought out dates. This can include anything and ought to be personal to your Cancer, Page of Cups can also represent a proposal for some. I’m getting if you don’t have a lot for a diamond ring 💍 you could propose with a much smaller, less expensive but cute…ring with a heart, or their birthstone, some simple but cute romantic quote. And then they can pick out their own later on, someday, less stress on you 🤷🏻‍♀️ Or ask their parent/sibling/friend to dig for info, surprise! Or maybe you’ve already done that and it’s time for an upgrade. Super specific. Otherwise any gesture of romantic interest, love, date nights, time alone together. If not your person, jewelry is a safe bet, the sweeter the better.

2. Different options to something they already love. First thing I got with that was hot sauce, marinades, or spices, like a whole pack of 10 of them, and I specifically heard lemon - someone likes lemon flavors the most 🍋 Or fish? Heard fish too. Maybe sushi, or supplies to make sushi…but not food specifically. They just want options, they’re tired of one flavor, regarding everything. Hopefully not lovers 🤭 That is here so, if that’s on your list. Do not take it if it’s not, it would be a known thing.

3. A vegetable 🥕 garden, starter kit, a greenhouse, pretty ceramic pots or gardening things generally. Bonsai. Aloe. Mint. Mostly for money, but I’m picking up on Cancers that want to make their own stuff, their own veggies, their own clothes even, self sufficient and a clean & recycling conscious way of doing things. Whatever is useful for their space, indoor/outdoor, not everyone can have a full fledged vegetable garden, but herbs sure. I heard “mushrooms”, and I’m seeing this guy I watch on YouTube that makes vegan things with Lion’s Mane mushrooms, specifically, they’re big and chonky idk if they’re expensive, probably if you use a lot of them. If your Cancer uses a lot of those, growing them at home would be great. That idea - with anything. If they are obsessed with a particular thing, how can we do this at home?

[cosettepontmercys]

Hi! Sorry it's taken me a day to reply. But I totally agree on the importance of the rerecordings just being hers and owning her work. For the fans, it's just a nice bonus. I don't think I've bothered disliking anything so far and even when fans spot differences, or even the BTR lyric change..I'm fine with it. I've actually saw someone complain how it sounds so rushed and how Speak Now was so badly mixed or something and the originals are so much better. It just doesn't make sense to me to complain about it..idk. unpopular opinion..I am pretty much a fan of all new covers and vault tracks lol. I would've loved Battle and Drama Queen though! It seems like she was having them each have six and maybe that's why but now 1989 only has 5 so idk. We will see if that changes with Debut or not.

I've never seen the Roman Holiday movie actually so I couldn't even compare it to anything. But I really wanna watch it someday haha. It's interesting what will and won't go to Broadway and sometimes you can just tell. Did it not have original music?

Anyway ooh that's so cool that there are two! I think they could be totally different too depending on the music and vibes. I loved The Mad Ones musical so it will be interesting. Just yesterday I saw that the composer also worked on Paradise Square too. I could totally see one being stripped down or focused on story and the Florence one being more glitzy and glam..since that's how the movie was, and her song from it. I wonder if they would be on Broadway at or near the same time though and how that could get confusing lol. It would be nice to be excited for Broadway stuff again lol.

I thought the movie was pretty good. I mean..it was fine, but it did feel like something was kinda missing. I liked the beginning and the cake scene..but then it kinda moved a little fast for the relationship after that. When he first kissed him..i didn't expect it right then and it was kinda like oh already? So it felt like it didn't have enough buildup I guess. Then they were kinda already somehow all over each other which is fine. But basically even by the end of the movie..it didn't feel as dramatic as it seemed, and like they were totally in love either. So I might agree that the movie probably didn't have as much heart as the book. Even with the email leak, I was just like oh okay..but I didn't even know exactly what the emails were other than their relationship being found out. It kinda reminded me of Love Simon I guess and the coming out stuff was handled a lot better in that movie. I probably wouldn't watch it again..and there wasn't that much to obsess over to me after seeing so many people love it or the ship on Twitter..so the movie was just okay I guess. I watched the movie Crush on Hulu after and I thought that one was better..even if they're totally different. The movie seems a lot different than the book from what you described and that they took a lot of stuff out which really sucks. I'm sorry you didn't like it! I might read it eventually..at least a little bit, to compare maybe. I remember hearing about it a lot..but then I heard the author hates Taylor. I've actually never read a book by her before yet.

you're totally fine! no worries on the delayed reply my love! and i agree — i think all the discourse around the rerecordings is very … silly! because the end goal is just: taylor owning her work (as she should). everything else is just as you said, a bonus! i believe drama queen has a co-writer which is part of the reason it wasn't going to be on SNTV, but i'm lowkey still hoping for a random surprise drop of battle, drama queen and sweeter than fiction taylor's version. i would love, love, love for debut tv to have at least 13 vault songs because there are so many of her unreleased songs that i've loved over the years but i'll obviously be happy with anything and everything we get!

the roman holiday movie is one of my all time favorites + just such a comfort movie, and it is one of those movies that should never be remade for many reasons, but primarily that it would never work in a modern day setting, with current technology. i think that's the biggest part of its charm; that and audrey hepburn and gregory peck being so good at what they do! the score was completely comprised of cole porter songs — and they fit fine, but they didn't .... do much for the story, if that makes sense?

ooh i didn't realize they were also involved with paradise square! i didn't really pay a lot of attention to paradise square actually, but i do remember hearing about some lawsuits and cast mistreatment :/ it'll definitely be interesting to see what comes of the gatsby musical — i saw on tiktok that there was a queue to get tickets, which is wild to me! and i do agree with your thoughts about florence's potentially being more glitzy and glam as you put it! it'll definitely be interesting to see which one does "better". makes me feel like i'm living smash (ivy vs. karen, smash vs. hit list) in real time!

i really, really loved the book when i first read it in 2019 (and then again in 2020, and then again ... all the other times i've read it), but it's by no means perfect! and as a heads up, the author uses they/them pronouns 🤍 and it makes sense that it reminds you of love simon — greg berlanti produced both love, simon and red, white and royal blue! i also really liked love, simon back in the day (and i still think the soundtrack to love, simon is unmatched). i don't know how rwrb would feel now, but i think some of its charm lies in when it was written + how the world was back then! if you decide to give it a go, let me know what you think! speaking of buddy reads, did you still want to do our buddy read? when works for you? 🤍

and i share similar thoughts about the movie (among others, haha). i haven't watched crush yet, but i've been meaning to! i am simply ... the worst at watching movies. it took one of my friends maybe .... six months? before i finally got around to watching her favorite movie. it'd been on the list ever since she recommended it to me, but sitting down and watching movies is just not something i'm very good at. but i've been making a bunch of bracelets lately, and i think the embroidery kits i ordered will get here this weekend so maybe i'll watch a few more movies soon!

hope you're doin well! x

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Do you think you’ll continue with the lawyer Nessian fic. It was so amazingly written I’d love to read more! I love all your writing anyways I’ll be happy with anything❤️

Ok not *technically* a Drabble request BUT I’m not ready to commit to a full lawyer AU that happens in order however I did just drum up a part 2 that we’ll say is several years before the previous lawyer AU. Nessian teasing in a bar and Rhys being a dumbass.

FYI the lawyer Drabble I’m talking about can be found HERE.

“I’m in love,” Rhys slurred. Cassian, a decent bit bigger than his brother and two drinks behind him, had a gentle buzz so he could only surmise that his brother was well passed sober.

“Congratulations,” Cassian grinned, clapping his hand on Rhys’ shoulder. “May I lay eyes upon the future Mrs. Dumbass.”

Rhys stared at him flatly. Blew a laugh out of his nose. “She’s not marrying you, brother.”

Cassian snorted, casting his eyes around the elegantly decorated little lounge they’d stepped into for the night. Lounge, not bar. Because they were mature adults now looking to take the edge off after a long day of work, not college students looking to get fucked up.

It was different.

It was different because the cocktails cost $20 and were served in actual stemware instead of red solo cups. They were evolving. Growing. Cassian was a lawyer now and Rhys was supposed to be doing actual work for his dad’s company so… no more dive bars.

Now they frequented little lounges where accountants and lawyers and bankers sat in tailored suits and discussed… adult things.

It was all very civilized.

And yet here was his brother. Every bit the horny college student they were trying not to be. Oh well, old dogs and all that.

“End of the bar.” Rhys jerked his head to the left and Cassian grinned.

“Might be a little old for you, champ.”

Rhys wrinkled his brow and turned to look at the grandmother doing a crossword puzzle on the far left side of the bar. A martini glass in front of her. Good for grandma.

“Other end of the bar!”

Cassian smirked. He didn’t need to turn his head, since he’s noticed her the second she walked in, but he still did. Just so he could look some more.

“Ah, you mean the deliciously dishevelled leggy brunette with her suit jacket on the chair beside her who just ripped the pins out of her hair like they personally offended her and then laid them in a neat little pile beside her Kobo?

“Mmm,” Rhys grinned, “I’d like her to rip those fingers through my hair.”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “Go for it, brother.”

Rhys grinned wider. “I think I will.” He straightened up, ran a hair through his artfully mussed hair, and pulled on the lapels of his Gucci suit jacket until they were even again.

Cassian snickered into his Old Fashioned. Rhys could straighten his jacket all he wanted. He could pretend he wasn’t drunk all he wanted. It wouldn’t matter one bit.

Not with Nesta Archeron.

Nesta Archeron who hated men that stunk of trust funds and privilege more than anything else in this world.

This would be fun to watch.

Watch her try to ignore him at first. Eyes glued to the page of her book, hand reaching up to wave through the air like Rhys was an annoying fly she could swat away.

Rhys, to his credit, was a clever little bastard. He asked the bartender for a refill of her drink and set it down in front of her then sat himself one stool down from her.

He didn’t move her jacket to sit next to her, which would have had her going feral. He just sat there, waiting.

After a few moments Nesta let out an exacerbated sigh that Cassian could hear from across the room. There was his girl.

Well, not his girl. Not even a little bit his girl, but… someday.

Cassian decided that he was going to Marry Nesta Archeron the first time she kicked his ass up and down a negotiation meeting. It was a couple years ago now. He’d been young and new at his firm. She was young and new too, but the words learning curve were not in Nesta’s vocabulary. Everything she did, she did with perfection.

Including getting rid of men she didn’t want hitting on her.

She said something to his brother that made Rhys’ half drunk, cocky, smile fall halfway down his face.

Cassian would’ve given his left eye to know what she said in that moment. She had a knack for jumping at the jugular and Rhys… oh Rhys. So obvious.

After a few moments and the continual fall of Rhys’ face, Cassian decided it was time to intervene. He knocked his drink back and straightened out his own suit jacket. Armani, still overpriced and designer but not so obvious or try hard as Mr. Up On The Trends with his Gucci. Nesta appreciated classics.

Simple. Clean lines, solid colours, classic. Which was why it was so fun just how attracted she was to his half wild self.

Unlike Rhys, Cassian plucked Nesta’s light grey suit jacket up off the stool beside her and reached over her head to hang it on a coat hook at the end of the bar. Settling himself into the chair beside her like it was exactly where he belonged. Which it was.

She turned around with an indignant shriek and a fire-breathing snarl that narrowed into just a hard glare when she realized it was him. Touching.

“This guy giving you trouble, Nes?”

Rhys choked on his whiskey and Cassian fought his hardest to keep a straight face.

“I so don’t need your saviour complex right now, Cassian.” Nesta scoffed.

“No,” Rhys rolled his eyes. “She was doing perfectly well scaring off everyone in a 10 mile radius all on her own.”

Nesta smiled sweetly, “I was just playing your game.”

Rhys sputtered again. Looked up at his brother. “This devil woman that you apparently already know,” he glared, “is all yours. I’m going home.”

“Be sure to drink plenty of water!” Nesta sing songed after him. Rhys flipped them both off on his way out.

“What’d you say to him?”

Nesta smiled. A pretty, feline little thing. “He said he wanted to chat. Suggested 20 question, which is the lamest, oldest, crustiest line in the book. So I went first. Asked just how small his dick was that he felt the need to overcompensate with the swagger and the gratuitous displays of wealth. He thought he was quite clever to use his question to ask if I wanted to check for myself how not small his dick was and then I asked if his daddy never loved him and that’s where all of that machismo masking painfully obvious and deep seeded feelings of inadequacy and insecurity came from. I was going to offer him my friend’s number before you showed up. She’s an excellent therapist.”

Cassian laughed. Hard. For a very long time. He loved Rhys, but sometimes the kid could use a nice set down. It was always sweeter when delivered by a beautiful woman. Not to mention, Cassian himself had gotten the same ice cold rejection the first time he met Nesta. When he asked if she wanted to get a coffee and she looked at him like something she’d scraped off the bottom of her shoe. That Rhys was chased off so easily just proved he couldn’t take the heat.

“You know the walking trust fund, I presume?” Nesta boredly sipped the drink Rhys had bought her. And even that was somehow amusing.

“Only for the last couple decades or so,” Cassian grinned. “He’s like a brother to me.”

“Explains a lot.”

“Your insults are more impactful when you clarify which person is being insulted.”

“I was going for the two birds one stone method.”

“In that case, consider me wounded, sweetheart.”

Nesta scoffed, “Unfortunately not mortally.”

“Oh Nesta, if I weren’t here you’d die of boredom and you know it. No one else can run you up and down the courtroom like I can.” Now. Cassian grinned as he watched the word flash across her eyes. He’d never live that first blunder down.

Nesta rose an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume you present any challenge whatsoever.”

Cassian signalled for another drink and leaned forward. “Alright, I’ll bite. Who in this entire city can give you more of a run for your money?”

“Vanserra.” Nesta looked him dead in the eye. And managed to keep a straight face. As if that wasn’t the funniest fucking thing he’d heard all day.

“Oh yes, Nepotism and Nepotism LLP certainly has us all shaking in our boots,” Cassian blew out a breath. “What are you working on now?”

“I’m working on upholding attorney-client privilege.”

“So, the Suncurser merger.”

Nesta looked up. “How did you-”

“Helion and I are old friends. I checked the zoning on the lots he was buying before the merger went ahead to make sure the expansion was even feasible. But, as you know, M&A isn’t my thing. So I may have… given him a referral.”

“Are there any rich playboys in this city that you aren’t friends with?” Nesta finished off her drink and pointedly didn’t signal for another. “And if you think I’m going to be grateful to you for sending this my way you’ve got another thing-“

“Helion is my friend.” Cassian repeated, cutting her off. “He believes in this merger and he wants it done right. You’re the best, Nesta. Why wouldn’t I send him to you?”

“It’s not just to get in my pants?” She narrowed her eyes.

Cassian laughed again. “Oh no, sweetheart. When you invite me into your bed it will have nothing to do with work. It’ll be because you’re tired of denying how much you want me.” Cassian leaned in closer, one hand resting on the back of her chair. “Tired of denying the thrill that shoots through your whole body when we lay into each other. In the court room or out.” His nose brushed against hers, just a little, and Cassian felt Nesta tense up. He smirked, mouth just inches away from hers. “Tired of denying how right this is.”

Nesta’s voice was rough, husky. “So your plan is to wear me down?”

Cassian smirked. “My plan,” his hand came up to stroke the silk covered expanse of her upper arm, “is to marry you, Nesta Archeron. But sure, we can start with wearing you down.”

***Feyre and Nesta look physically similar so you can’t tell me drunk Rhys wouldn’t hit on Nesta in a bar before realizing he’d made a terrible mistake and running away thank you***

Also tags yourself, I’m the grandma doing the crossword puzzle with a martini. She’s an icon and she is the moment.

[shinidamachu]

I need some Inuyasha as a great father (more like DILF, amirite?) headcanons, can you help me out?

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• It isn’t until they’re happily married for at least one or two years that the possibility of children are brought up.

• At first, they took that time to relearn each other, enjoy their company and make the honeymoon phase last a little long. They did spend three years apart, after all. There’s so much time to make up for, so many catching up to do before they’d even think to throw a kid into the mix. Plus, being a modern woman, Kagome would know how to avoid pregnancy the best her new circumstances allowed and how important that time alone is for a newly-married couple.

• They never actually had the child talk because Kagome just assumed that’s where their relationship would naturally lead to, given her motherly tendencies and Inuyasha’s history of ultimately giving her everything she wants. For his part, Inuyasha knew she wanted to be a mother someday and he'd be lying if he said he never indulged the fantasy of fathering her children. However, he has serious trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that, in reality, Kagome would still be up for it if he were to be the father. He could never dare to ask of her more than she has already given him. Be that as it may, it was not a big deal because it was not a dealbreaker. Nothing was.

• But with time, Kagome would have noticed how good Inuyasha is with Hisui and the Mirsan twins. How his relationship with Shippo had developed from a sibling banter to a makeshift paternal relationship. How people like Shiori and Bunza would look up to him like he was some kind of movie hero. How every kid in the village seemed to adore him despite his grumpy demeanor.

• And Inuyasha would have noticed the way Kagome would look at him whenever he so much as interacted with a child, the way her smell would spike significantly.

• She, of course, was the one to make the first move, jumping him one night, after they had spend the whole day stuck with babysitting the Mirsan children and popping the question.

• Inuyasha was relutant. There was a part of him that was adamant on making her happy and even believed having babies would make him happy too. On the other hand, he was terrified. Terrified of how her body would react to childbirth, of if her spiritual powers would accept his demonic energy. But mostly, about what would happen once the baby was born. The last thing he wanted was for Kagome to go through everything his mother had to go through. Or for another kid to face the same prejudice he did. Besides, he grew up with no father figure whose steps he could follow. He didn’t know how to be a father.

• Kagome assures him that they won’t have a baby until they’re both ready and on the same page, that they have time and that Inuyasha will be a great father.

• Inuyasha believes her.

• Then it is him felling some type of way whenever he sees Kagome around kids. And something deep inside desperately wishes to find out what would their children look like, what would it be like to hold and take care of someone born from their love.

• Finally, he caves.

• Inuyasha wants a big family, considering how lonely his childhood was. Kagome finds it pivotal for their first-born to have a sibling, since she had Sota and their relationship was one of the most important things in her life. That’s why they’d have two children minimum, preferably a boy and a girl. However, giving how dangerous and uncomfortable childbirth can be, especially without the perks the modern era provides, I don’t think they’d have more than three.

• Naturally, Inuyasha relies on Miroku for advice and the latter is more helpful than not. Except for the times Inuyasha asks or says something that makes it way too easy for Miroku to mess with him. Like the time he told Inuyasha that if he doesn’t get Kagome whatever food she craves while pregnant, the baby will be born looking exactly like that food. And Inuyasha believed him.

• And if you thought Inuyasha was protective of Kagome before... oh boy! He’d be almost overbearing, but Kagome would see it as endearing. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, a woman has got to have her privacy. He also becomes more attentive, more gentle, sweeter.

• After their first child is born, Inuyasha gets a makeover of sorts. He’s always borrowing the Fire Rat to Kagome and the baby anyway, so he figured it’d be more practical to just pass the clothes on to them already and get something new for himself.

• It’s white.

• Inuyasha becomes taller, stronger. And often lets Kagome experiment with his hair with braids, top nots... and ponytails.

• Old Myoga is the first one to notice the resemblance. And it’s true. He’s the spitting image of Toga. Former enemies and allies often mistaken him for Toga and Kagome thinks the look on their (and Inuyasha’s) face is hilarious.

• Sesshoumaru does not care for it (I stole this one from @heavenin--hell).

• Inuyasha hates his human nights even more because now his vulnerability also means he might not be able to protect his family as he usually would (Together Changed by @goshinote and @lostinfantasyworlds inspired this one). Plus, the black hair and lack of dog ears confuses the baby, who cries and fusses for a good while until realizing it is, in fact, Inuyasha holding them (this one I saw in an adorable fanart I can’t find).

• But since he needs way less sleeping than humans and he spends the New Moons up anyway, Inuyasha gets a lot of quality time with their infant at night, which allows Kagome to actually get a good night sleep unless the baby is hungry.

• The Beads of Subjugation get dooled and chewed on. A lot.

• A little contest takes place between Kagome and Inuyasha about what the first word of their first child would be, with Kagome going for “dada” and Inuyasha going for “mama.”

• Kagome wins.

• Inuyasha’s fighting style changes. He still says some snarky remarks, but now it’s more to push his opponent‘s buttons down so they would get sloppy than anything else. After all, he has a child to think about and provide for now. He doesn’t have the luxury of gambling with his life anymore. He has a home to come back to and therefore won’t be taking any chances (credit to @born-for-eachother for this one).

• And so he becomes more lethal on the battle field. Pragmatic. Objective. Calculating. Decisive. Cold blooded. Much like... Sesshomaru.

• He had never been more offended on his life than the day Sango pointed this out to him.

• When the kids grow up a bit, Inuyasha and Kagome start to tell them bedtime stories, with the PG version of the story about how the met and defeated Naraku being their favorite.

• Kagome tries to be a reliable and calm narrator while Inuyasha exaggerates the events and the voices, almost always breaking objects of their house in the process.

• After hearing one too many times about the Beads of Subjugation, their child tries to “sit” Inuyasha. Of course it doesn’t work, but he still makes a big deal out of throwing himself on the ground every time they say the word just to hear them laugh.

• The first actual toy Inuyasha buys them is a ball, just like the one he had as a kid, at the same time accomplishing a childhood wish through them and ensuring that they would always have someone to play with.

• Kagome is more protective of their physical state while Inuyasha is more protective of their emotional one (see Fist Fight by @omgitscharlie)

• Inuyasha goes to Totosai and asks him to make a weapon out of one of his fangs to each of their children once they get old enough for it. Not necessarily a sword, just something of their choice and that better fits their personality.

• He would be a just father, doing his best to show no favoritism, treat his children equally and make sure no one felt overlooked or unloved.

• But truth be told, if one of their babies turn out to be a daughter, he would definitelly let her get away with almost anything, no matter how much of a gremlin she is. Daddy’s little girl would have him wrapped around her tiny fingers.

• Life never treated Inuyasha kindly. From a very young age, it was kill or be killed. It wouldn't be too far off for him to think the exact same thing could happen with his kids, therefore he tries to prepare them, to tough them up so they can take it.

• And I believe this sentiment would be significantly amplified with a son, because it would involve the whole “suck it up”, “men don’t cry” and “man of the house” aspect of it. The “it is your duty to protect your mother and sister when I’m gone” too, especially because he couldn’t protect Izayoi himself.

• It’s “tough love”, but it’s love nonetheless. And in the right dose, which I believe Inuyasha manages to nail, it can be very important for one’s development and growth.

• But it’s hard to imagine him being as tough with a daughter. Probably because he sees so much of Kagome on her that the mere idea of seeing her cry simply breaks him.

• Kagome would actually have to step in when it comes to disciplining and saying “no”, because he simply wouldn’t have it in him to do so.

There’s actually a really nice post by @keichanz I reblogged a while ago discussing precisely that, but I can’t find it to save my life (should I start to properly tag my reblogs? No, it’s a lot of work and I’m right not to).

Anyway, that’s all I got for now.

Peace out.

[hotdamnhunnam]

He Calls Me Honey Tits

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Here’s the third and last part of you and Arthur being lovers during his time in the whorehouse! In which this cheeky bastard slathers honey on your tits and teases you and pleases you until you’ve never been so damn aroused 🙃🍯💦

Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, Brothel Boy Arthur being a cheeky little shit (licking honey off your tits, eating you out and denying you his dick until you beg for it)

Word Count: ~2.2k

… Continued from Part 2 [Read Here]

“How may I be of service, honeybee?”

The beaming blue-eyed bastard leads you to his bedchamber and softly shuts the door. Though he’s the brothel boy it feels like you’re the whore. You’re far more smitten in his presence than you want to be.

Sensing the indignation fuming off your body, Arthur smirks as if it’s funny. “Anybody ever told you that you’re lovely when you’re huffy?”

Suddenly, your cunt lips feel swollen and puffy. Slick as if this cheeky thief had dipped his finger in your honey. Try to stay composed and classy. “You can’t work your charms to get your petty crime past me. This is about the money.”

“But of course it is. Just business.” Arthur winks and it’s without a doubt the wickedest shit you have ever witnessed.

Keep your wits before he sucks you deeper into this—whatever this shit is. “You said that we could meet at your place to sort out the fucking payment. Here I am to fucking claim it.”

“Ohh, she bites,” he taunts like he has any right. “Such nasty language from a mouth so nice. Love, what’s your price? Just name it.”

“I am not your love!” you furiously huff.

“Not yet. But I’d bet just the thought has got your honeypot all wet.”

Did he just—he just—sweet mother of Jesus—

“Mmm, I’d love a taste,” he teases. Sea-blue gaze mirrors the lust that’s written all across your face. “Can’t let such honey go to waste.”

“You’ve stolen quite enough already, I daresay.”

His voice is steady, yet his cock is raging madly as he steps so close that you can almost feel it. “Didn’t steal it. You just let it slip away.”

All your dignity and self-restraint, that is. Such is the picture that his passionate words paint; he’s driving you to fucking madness. Sheer destruction through seduction is this little bastard’s favorite game to play. And he won’t stop until he’s buried in your honeypot today.

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Just how this sweet sticky mess ended up spread all across your tits, you can’t quite say.

Fuck it. You’re naked on the boy-whore’s bed with honey slathered on your bare breasts and your cunt is dripping buckets. Blue eyes own you where you lay. Somehow the bastard has convinced you that for what he stole from you today at market, shameless pleasure is the best way to repay.

The session started with a fight over the jar that he had thieved. He taunted you until he wanted you more than he could believe. More than his station in this house even allows. Voices raised, daggers from your gaze. Aroused. Amazed. 

Saw how his thirst aligned with yours, as shouts and hisses flung between you turned to roars, and pinned you down onto the bed with feral force. Paused to make certain you were both on the same page. A man of care and caution though the beast in him may rage.

And here and now with words unspoken that blue gaze of his explores. Impales you to the core, seeks out your secret inner whore. All set to free her from your inhibitions’ cage. The truth of you that any other man including your own lawfully wedded pig always ignores.

Do you want to fucking engage? 

Of fucking course.

And so you do. Fire and water all at once, this man’s effect upon your cunt, flaming and fluid. This is what true pleasure is, you think as he attacks heavy and hot. Slut for the once and future king of fucking Camelot. Already his, as he claims your lips in a cataclysmic kiss, crashing together in a spell of breathless bliss.

He tastes of courage. Hunger, unfed all the stronger. Poor boy forced to live on stolen scraps and half-full bowls of porridge. Forced to fight and fuck and forage. Forge his way through filth without the faintest clue his royal blood doesn’t belong here. Here with you he’s poor no longer.

First few minutes of your time spent in his bed the boy-whore shatters you to bits.

And now you’re here with stolen honey smeared across your naked tits.

You gasp a giddy laugh at how ridiculous this funny business is. “You cheeky little shit!”

He smirks and lets the now half-empty jar of honey clatter to the floor. Hovering over you all set to make damn sure... that you will always and forever be his filthy little whore. “You know you fucking love it, honey tits.”

No fucking use denying it.

Arthur as well had stripped his shirt off earlier, in those first few seconds of this passionate blur, so you can see and feel the sculpted muscles of his abdomen and chest. He is a god and nothing less. Those chiseled ridges rub against your honey-covered skin and make a fucking mess. His mouth descends deliciously on yours again as skillful hands knead at the soft flesh of your breasts.

“Sweet little goddess,” he breathes out amidst the kisses and it’s too much to be honest. King among men making you feel like his queen. “Swear you’re the loveliest damn thing I’ve ever seen. The loveliest.”

The purity—he’s doing you so dirty, loving you so clean. Feel you belong here with him surely, more than anywhere on earth you’ve ever been.

Your fingers fist twined in his glorious gold locks. Hips bucking frantic to seek friction up against the fucking hard bulge of his cock. Still sheathed in cloth as he’s not yet disrobed his lower half, to free his raging shaft—likely to burst right through the fabric since he’s so massive and solid as a rock.

With every second that huge cock of his grows harder, taking your desire farther. Inner slut escapes the cage that he’s unlocked.

“Ughh—fuck me, Arthur...” you cry out, needy and loud, all honey-smothered, hot and bothered. “Fuck...”

His focus shifts off of your lips down to your neck and then your chest and suddenly he starts to suck.

Your mouth gapes wide to make a sound but has no luck. 

Choking on air as you surrender to his touch. He’s just too much. Soft lips squeeze tight around your nipple, slurping honey as it dribbles. Grinds the stiffness of his meat against the wet heat of your crotch. Glittering blue eyes glance at you beneath the gold fringe of his lashes, as your body throbs and thrashes. Getting off on the effect he has because he loves to watch.

You moan and whimper, one breast lavished in attention from his slick tongue while he works the other with his skillful fingers. Swipes his thumb across your stiff peak as he teases at the other with the pearl ridge of his teeth until your senses fall apart. “Please, Art...”

The bastard chuckles in a breathy little huff. “Don’t worry, love. Promise I’ll fuck you good and hard,” he reassures you meaning it with all his heart. “Just thought I’d better whet my appetite to start.”

Of course he’d crack a stupid fucking pun, while you’re coming undone. Scrapes his enormous bulge against your aching cunt, with a deep grunt, reminding you what you both want. How hard he’s gotten and how wet you are. You’re seeing fucking stars.

Flattens his tongue against the valley of your cleavage now to slobber up the sugary gold mess that’s gathered there. Licks slowly upward as he owns you with the bright blue of his stare. Honey spreads all across his trimmed blonde beard and sweetens every hair. 

Of all the men upon this earth no one has ever been so fair.

Dips in the hollow of your throat, and you damn well nearly explode.

And then those luscious lips are back on yours again. Lose track of where your breathing ends and his begins. 

The taste of honey should be overwhelming sweet, but something sweeter yet sparks into being where your soul and his so intimately meet. The hunger only this can feed. Each on the road to being everything the other ever needs. Perhaps not so just yet, but in the moment you first met, he’d planted that passionate seed.

Already want him now to plant another seed deep in your hole. Already know that someday he will fill that role.

But not today—today is all about pure pleasure and the game he came to play.

To claim you as his whore in every goddamned way.

Between kisses you plead with him although it’s such a struggle now to talk. “Please, Arthur—fuck...”

He snickers. That majestic bulge of his harder, and bigger. “Mmm, so pretty when you’re begging for my cock.”

Those words—the sheer filth has you so aroused it hurts—you shut your eyes for fear they’ll pop out of your sockets.

He reminds you now of how you had denied him when he’d asked you for a sample of your product. Shut that door and tried to lock it. On his own terms he had gotten his hands on it, taking what he wanted. Dirty and dishonest. “Wouldn’t let me taste your sweet honey at market. Seems I’ll have to steal that pleasure from your honeypot myself before I fuck it.”

Oh, that’s obscene—wait, does he mean—what—shit...

Upon the bed he shifts, sudden and swift, a blaze of sex, until his lust-crazed gaze is level with the slick between your legs. And that’s when the truth of it hits.

Young Arthur’s hunger for your cunt is even stronger than his hunger for your tits.

The two of you have kissed and licked most of the honey from each other’s mouths by now so that his tongue is mostly clean. And that’s exactly as he wants it so that he can taste the flavor of his lovely future queen.

He’s a complete whore for your flavor. Buries his beautiful face deep in your folds like every precious drop was made for him to savor. All at once delicate yet dominant, as he feasts on your cunt. Art makes an art of it, worshipping every part of it. 

Your wetness glistens as it gushes out across his gorgeous features from the second he descends; and yet with him the peak of pleasure’s not the end. Rather the very fucking start of it.

You shout his name, loud without shame, your inner slut unleashed with only him to blame. Your body and soul absolutely his to claim. The stolen honey and the money were just all part of the game; he knows that this is why you came.

Needless to say you need his cock inside you now but he intends to make you beg. He could spend days continuing to feed facedown between your legs.

One of his hands has wandered down to his own crotch to give himself the stimulation he deserves, now as two fingers of his other hand are pumping in your hole, while he devours your cunt whole, lips latching tight around your tender bud of nerves.

Your thousandth wave of pleasure rolls. Scream for his cock until he’s finally stripped himself naked and mounts you with his rippled muscles pressed against your curves.

And now at last uses your body for the purpose it was put on earth to serve.

Your tight hot cunt is so completely fucking soaked, he nearly chokes and almost spills his load inside of you at his first fucking stroke. 

Catches his breath and bites his tongue, knowing he can’t hold off for long. Till now he’s never known true home. The women of this brothel housed him and raised him since he was young, yet though he’s grateful for their love he never quite seemed to belong. With you he does as though he’s been here all along. Feels like the whole world is his kingdom. Kingdom finally fucking come.

You’re feeling everything the same. Someday his queen for now his filthy little slut. The flood. The flame. The fluid heat as you’re split open on this man’s majestic meat until you feel his power beating in your blood. The beast in each of you untamed. Such fucking force. His power is all fucking yours. Of fucking course.

Kisses you long and deep and hard, until the white hot bliss that’s burning through him shatters into shards. 

Pulls out in time to take his meat in his own fist and spray his seed across your stomach and your chest. Painting you like a work of art. Pearly white gleams against the honey gold that still clings to the soft skin of your breasts. Just from the feel of being coated in his load your throbbing cunt pulses until it falls apart, convulses in a rush of pleasure rooted somewhere in your slutty little heart. You’ve never felt so fucking blessed. Of all the moments of your life to date this is without a doubt the fucking best.

Yet this is all just how it starts. Your days here in the boy-whore’s bed have just begun and you don’t doubt he’ll take you to new heights of ecstasy for all the fucking rest.

He’s feeling everything the same. Smiles and calls you by your name—honey tits. 

Knows you fucking love it. Though at first you’d claimed the reason for this visit was just business... clearly that’s not what this is. Business has turned to pleasure just as you both wanted it.

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[fairycosmos]

ms chloe fairycosmos i feel weird sending this ask but also perhaps i need some closure. from this parasocial relationship (lol). i’m a follower of urs who has sent you quite a few asks on and off anon, not a mutual, but we’ve talked enough that you call me by my name. anyway, i think the time has come that i need to unfollow you, and it’s making me really sad. which is wild, because we aren’t even mutuals, this is truly a parasocial relationship. which i thought you might find ironic, considering your disdain for celebrity worship and all that. ever since your sisters passing, i’ve been here, witnessing your grief, and it’s been heartbreaking, and i’ve just longed to do anything to bring you the relief that you so deserve. the posts you make/reblog of the genre of the world being cruel and awful were sad to see, but i just sort of read it through a lens of “hey, that’s what chloe is going through”. but this past winter, i experienced some new acute trauma that has made being alive just an impossibly difficult task, and seeing that type of everything is horrible post just sends me spiralling now; i have no resistance to it. i know on principle you don’t tag negative posts and just kindly request that people unfollow you if they don’t like it, so that’s what’s up, bye, i guess. but it’s hard to me, because i’m so enamoured by you. which is weird, bc parasocial. but also, i just feel for you so deeply. i think you are a genuinely smart person, and incredibly empathetic and kind. you’ve been dealt a shit hand in life, so you haven’t been given opportunities where those skills could be recognized in a way that is valued in our culture, and that’s awful and unfair. i care about you and your well-being. i hope you don’t stop your work of looking for relief, that thread that keeps you going every day, that has kept your reaching out to therapists and trying despite everything to tap into that relief that i know you know is out there. i dont just want to hit you with some “it gets better” platitudes, which to me erase the seriousness of your grief or the immense impacts of socioeconomic inequalities. you have been going through hell, and i guess i just wanted to say i think you’re beautiful and you deserve rest and joy and relief and i hope it finds it’s way to you someday, the sooner the better. i hope this message wasn’t like, too weird. -🌾

such a thoughtful, perceptive and honestly beautiful message immm ❤️ hm. could definitely cry in a good, bittersweet way. i've read it a few times over since you sent it and just let it settle. also no worries at all - this isn't weird! and you know, while obviously everything on here is parasocial interaction to some degree, i don't think that always negates or delegitimizes the connections shared! this really really means a lot to me, it's basically sweeter and more genuine than any of the conversation's i've experienced in real life lmfao like, ever. also i want to say that it's totally fine, and also that i'm really sorry. for whatever happened in the winter that has made things so hard. i also don't want to overwhelm you with "it gets better" platitudes lmfao but i am wishing you so so much healing, even if the process is painstakingly slow. you deserve the world. and if removing triggering content from ur online space even so much as nudges you in that direction, then of course i encourage it. i want you to do anything and everything that you need to do to feel ok and to create manageable, easy days for yourself as you cope and come to terms and grow. everything warm and kind that you see in me is a reflection of you.

i would be happy to tag stuff for you honestly, we could make up a specific tag for you if you like - but i'm also aware that my memory isn't great and some posts may end up slipping through the cracks which could obv potentially send you spiralling and i really don't want that either. if unfollowing is ultimately what you feel you need to do, then that's completely understandable! anyway, thank you so so much ❤️ for sticking with me and believing in me and seeing me so positively even if it is just through my dumb blog lol. i think the idea of our positive traits not being fully realized and recognized due to our circumstances is such an interesting point of view, i've never framed it like that in my head before. i can't really find the words to say exactly what i want to say, other than that is is literally ppl like you who make me think there is a sliver of hope in life, or even any sort of bearable aspect to it at all. i hope all of the energy that you are projecting onto me finds its way back to you, helps you breathe easier when you really need to. you know i know the relief is out there, and so the same must be true for you. i have no doubt that you are going to find it as well, little by little. let's just both keep reaching out for it for now! sending you so much love and gratitude always x

[bump1nthen1ght]

Pack Tactics (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Couple, Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2896 words

Summary: You are in a wonderful relationship with your sweet partner, Gray. But this far into the relationship, you’ve yet to tell him you have no intentions ever of having kids. You can’t help but wonder, how will your child-loving werewolf boyfriend will react?

Request: I live for very specific comfort! No pressure if this doesn’t inspire you or if you just don’t want to write it obvi.... but could I have a f!reader x m!werewolf where the reader is 100% sure she doesn’t want to have kids ever never ever in any capacity and is worried about how her werewolf bf is going to react, worried she’ll be dumped or something (ya know cause idk I feel like werewolves are built with a breeding kink and like into the whole having a lot of pups) there can be smut if you want!! I love me some dramatic angst comfort :)))))))

A/N: Sorry this took so long y’all, school and stuff has been kicking my ass. But writing this sweet little fic has been a nice reprieve from my work. Hope you enjoy!

“Alright, I’ll get the chicken, the asparagus, and the pasta. You’ve got the wine and the dessert?”

“Sure thing.”

The two of you nod, Gray stepping away from the grocery cart before you call out to him.

“And not one of those huge tubs of ice cream.”

Gray emits a dramatic whine, pouting.

“But the big one is 25 cents cheaper than those little pints. It’s practically free!”

You furrow your brow and pat him on the shoulder.

“Not if we don’t finish them, they aren’t. Now go.” Gray rolls his eyes, clutching his heart and throwing his head back. You playfully push him, walking away with the grocery cart and towards the deli section. You can see the top of Gray’s wild brown hair as he moves into the next aisle, his 6’5” form towering over all the little old ladies who usually crowd the store.

You’re browsing the chicken, trying to decide between 2 breasts or a full rotisserie, when a familiar sound reaches you.

“Oh! If it isn’t ____.” You forcibly paint a smile, fingers automatically clenched around the stellafoam package as you turn to see your next door neighbor Mrs. Star. Her teased, bleached blonde hair teeters on top of her head, bobbing back and forth with the clack of her neon blue heels. While you can respect the 60-year old for digging her feet in and refusing to update her wardrobe from the 80’s, her pension for gossip is a little less admirable. “Shocked to see you out and about, what with that big ol boyfriend of yours.” She says, blue eyeshadow crinkling into a wink and nudging you with your elbow. You wheeze a bit, quickly covering it with a laugh. “Back in our honeymoon phase, Richard and I barely left the bedroom. And he was half-way balding back then, not the babe-a-rama you got going over there.” Mrs. Star’s laugh reaches a pitch almost too high for your human ears to pick up, maybe even giving Gray 2 aisles over a headache.

“Well, y’know, gotta keep our energy up.” You wince, immediately berating yourself for that comment. Mrs. Star throws her hand up in a “oh, you” gesture, letting out another half-whistle half-screeching chuckle.

“Oh I do, honey, I do.” She sends you another dramatic wink, which you return with a shaky smile. The corner of your cart bumps into hers as you begin walking along the meat aisle, trying to forcibly end this interaction. But Mrs. Star pulls off an impressive turn with her cart and strolls alongside you. She does little to hide her wandering eyes, trying to piece together any juicy info from your groceries. “So, are you two trying for kids yet?”

The wheels squeal to a sudden stop, forcing you to choke on your saliva as the shopping cart’s handle digs into your stomach. You keep your gaze locked on the frozen steaks  and turkeys, already way past the chicken you meant to grab.

“Uhhh, no. We’re not really in the phase of our relationship yet.”

Mrs. Star clicks her tongue, pressing her hand to her chest in a show of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, dearie. Old habits you see, whenever a new couple moves in together I assume they’re halfway to the wedding already. You young kids like to take it slow, huh?”

You nod, hastily grabbing a package of buffalo wings, hoping for an excuse to escape this conversation.

Mrs. Star continues to walk by you, her cart blocking off any convenient means to leave unless you significantly pick up her speed. Her eyes glance over the sweats sat in a display in the center of the aisle, humming a small tune.

The end of the aisle is approaching, you’re almost home free! You ready your feet to book it with an excuse, but Mrs. Star clears her throat and begins to speak.

“Now dearie, I don’t mean to pry-”

What do you call these last 3 minutes, Star?

“But I’d at least pop on a ring on that finger soon. Someday someone’s going to snatch that boy up like a piece of meat, saying all the right things. Men got all those suspicions about over-the-hill pregnancies, his eyes might start wandering. That’s how my first divorce went, so I should know.”

You pull your cart to a stop, breathe catching as you look at Mrs. Star, shocked. You can handle some inappropriate questions, but to question your boyfriend’s loyalty and insulting your relationship is crossing another line. Your brows furrow with a simmering anger, your cheeks heating up as you're ready to let loose.

“Well, Mrs. Star, if you must know I have the most wonderful boyfriend on this side of the planet, and unlike your deadbeat first husband, he’s as loyal as they can be.” Mrs. Star looks at you, eyes widened and right hand halfway to grab a pack of oreos. You huff, pushing your cart away from hers and towards the cash register. Right before you leave her sight, you turn back to her with a simpering smirk. “Have a great day, Mrs. Star!”

Your heart is heaving with anger, prepping a rant to Gray about the horrible interaction you just had. On the other side of the store, you spot Gray, his curly hair all tussled, holding a large Rosé and a package of ice cream sandwiches. Just the sight of his back calms you a bit, excited for some delicious food and late-night cuddles. You jog a little towards him, but slow down when you see him crouch down, looking at something hidden from your sight.

You turn your shopping cart slightly, trying to peer behind his massive form, and freeze.

Gray’s sticking out his tongue, pushing up his nose, and making many more silly gestures to a baby in a stroller. The baby laughs, it’s chubby cheeks bright red as Gray blows another raspberry, thrashing its arms up and down with joy. The dad is laughing at Gray’s antics, leaning down and patting his kid on the head.

Gray promptly stands up, sending another big smile to the kid, before waving goodbye. The six-month-old waves back, uncoordinated and decidedly adorable. Gray laughs, turning away and walking towards you.

Your feet feel cemented to the floor, heart down in your stomach.

He’s a natural, you think, nausea building up in your throat.

Gray was the oldest of eight, not a large number for a werewolf family. You adored them, and they you, but Gray had a way of dealing with his youngest siblings. Whether it was letting them climb all over him like a jungle gym, or attending imaginary tea parties, Gray was a pro. He was the guy to cram himself into a tiny chair at the kids table, eating tiny cookies and cracking jokes. ‘Dad’ seemed to be stamped into his very being, the cuddly werewolf with a love of children. He’s any mother-in-law’s dream.

But all those sweet things turn sour when you think about what Mrs. Star said. Gray, moving on without you.

Gray’s eyes light up when he sees your cart, jogging over and holding up the bottle of wine like a prize.

“Hey!” He says, quickly sliding an arm around your waist and giving you a peck on the cheek. “I got your favorite, and those delicious mint-chocolate sandwiches.”

His happy voice and comforting touch help abate whatever it is your feeling, but the way Gray’s brow furrows tells you your  discomfort is present in your eyes. “Is everything okay?” His large hand comes up and rubs your shoulder. You give him a shaky smile, fighting away negative thoughts with a bat.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

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Wet fur presses up against your bare neck as you lazily stir the boiling water, Gray’s shifted muzzle now snug in the crook of your shoulder, the white flecks across his dark fur peeking into your periphery. Your free hand instinctively goes back to scratch between his ears, causing him to let out a satisfied huff, hot air blowing across your chest.

“That smells good baby.”

“It’s just salt and water Gray. The pasta’s barely al dente.”

Gray laughs, turning his head  slightly so he can press a small kiss onto your cheek.

“You could make even that taste delicious, ____”

You dramatically roll your eyes, pushing away his chin as he continues to peck and nip at your neck. After showering Gray always made sure to rub in some cherry-blossom leave-in conditioner into his fur. The artificial perfumes just lightly touch your senses, but the mental connection they have to Gray make them smell that much sweeter. You turn and give him a quick kiss on the lips, patting his shoulder once more.

“Do you mind setting the table? Maybe get started on those messy dishes?”

“No problem.” Gray mumbles, reluctantly pulling away from you and tugging up the towel that hangs loose on his hips. He barely needs to reach for your fancy plates on the top shelf, his chest muscles flexing and bicep taut. Even with his thick fur, you can see the bone of his clavicle which accentuates his long neck.

God, he’s so hot.

You think, smirking a bit as you continue stirring.

And all mine.

You hum, but the cheery mood you’re in quickly sours once you remember your conversation with Mrs. Star. That small seed of doubt seems to grow and leech from your chest.

2 years into this relationship and the two of you have only danced around the conversation of the future. You of course had agreed on living together, what your career paths looked like, even the potential of getting married in a couple years, but never kids. As two 20-somethings, you felt like you had all the time in the world.

But the thing was, you didn’t really need all the time in the world.

You didn't want kids. Even with your family or your neighbors needing that your opinion “might change some day,” you were confident in that decision. Not that you hated them, you just could never picture yourself being a mom. A fun aunt, maybe, but never a mom. It wasn’t even a point of contention in your own mind; The picture of you, your partner, and maybe a couple of pets thriving into your elders was bliss enough.

You sneak a glance to Gray, now clothed and back turned to you as he sets the table. He’s diligently folding the napkins into  fun shapes, a ritual he does every date night. From the hole in his jeans you can see his tail wagging, content as he hums to the low radio playing on the window sill.

A smile crawls onto your face, a small giggle escaping you as you watch Gray’s hips bob to the beat, silently mouthing the words. You snort as he does a dramatic little shoulder shift, Gray’s head whipping back towards the kitchen as you throw your hand over your mouth.

“What, don't you like my moves?” Gray says, shimmering his shoulders again, a large grin across his face.

“They could use some work, Kevin Bacon.” Gray clutches his chest, throwing his head back in mock pain.

“You wound me. After all these years, you would cut me so deep?”

“Sure would.” You turn back towards the simmering pasta, setting the wooden spoon on the rim and brushing your hands on your jeans. “Oof!” You squeak as you yanked away, Gray wrapping his arms around your waist, twirling you in a stumbling circle.

“And how ‘bout now, m’lady?” Gray simpers, eyebrow cocked. Your hands slap his chest as you laugh. He lets your feet back down on the floor, but keeps his arms locked around your waist. The two of you slow dance to the beat, and when the chorus hits, Gray gives his worst rendition possible. You bemoan and feign plugging your ears, but find yourself singing along anyway.

Everything about Gray is warm and bright, from his goofy grin to his excitable tail to his two left feet. He adds that pep of energy to your daily routine, pulling you out of an exhausting cycle for a quick jog to the beach or an episode of your favorite drama. Gray fills out all of those little spaces, makes them a little less gray.

Your head rests against his chest, feeling the fur through the fabric of his t-shirt as the two of you sway back and forth.

You want it to stay this way.

But that pestering weed squeezes your heart again, forcing images of Gray with a kid on his shoulders. Showing up to little-league football games with a big cooler and a “#1 dad” T-shirt. All those little moments, all without you.

You can’t fight the deep sigh, pressing your face even deeper into Gray.

Just let me have this. Just this moment, just for now.

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“Ugh, I think my stomach is going to explode from excess-pasta.”

Gray huffs, laying his head on your lap as the two of you slump onto the couch. His tail wags lazily, flickering back and forth as his legs swing over the coach's side, his long torso bunched up as he curls into you. The fur of his head is soft as you twist your fingers into it. “But I gotta say, what a way to go out.”

You giggle, losing your thoughts in his soft fur. Gray lets out another deep breath, nuzzling his face into your hand. You brush over his cheek with your  thumb, admiring the cheekbone you feel just underneath.

But that burning question refuses to leave your mind, and you ask it without even thinking.

“Do you want kids, Gray?”

Gray’s eye’s stay closes, his posture relaxed as he sinks into your massaging fingers.

“Hmmm, maybe. Never really thought too much about it. Why?”

Your throat dries up, mind reeling. It wasn’t even a definitive yes, but your heart is still reeling. Your fingers pause and Gray's eyes open. He shifts his head when he sees the look on your face, concerned. “Babe?”

You nod, eyes still wide, trying to fight off the inklings of a panic attack. Gray pushes himself up on his elbows, paw quickly coming to caress your cheek. “Baby, is everything alright?”

You find the energy to breathe, and suck in deeply. Your heart begins to slow down as you look into Gray’s yellow wolf eyes. You dig your cheek into his large palm, smelling the perfume of his conditioner.

“Yes, sorry, I just-” You pause, taking another deep breath. “I ran into Mrs. Star in the grocery store, and-I’m sorry I’m overthinking things.” You mutter, patting yourself  on the cheek as to snap yourself out of your mood. Grays other hand rubs the back of your neck.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. Did she say something?”

“No-Well, yes. It’s silly, typical Star things. She just brought up how ‘ought to get started having kids, and it just-” You let out a shaky sigh, pulling away Gray’s hand with your own and looking him straight in the eye. “I don’t want to have kids, ever.”

In Gray’s eyes, you expect to….something. Confusion, disappointment, maybe? But instead, all you see is relief. Gray rests his paw on your thigh, squeezing it.

“_____, is that what you’ve been worrying about?” You nod, throwing your eyes back down, but Gray tilts your chin towards him. “If you don’t want kids, we won’t have kids. Simple as that.”

Your eyes widen and you pull your face back.

“Seriously? But-what if-”

“____, I grew up with eight siblings. I’m going to have to deal with more nieces and nephews then I can count on my fingers and my toes, I think I can handle not having kids.”

A weight lifts off of your chest and you slump forward into Gray, pressing your forehead against his clavicles as you let out a long, relieved sigh. He laughs, patting your back and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry you had to deal with this all day, I didn’t even realize you were so upset.”

You slap his chest, letting out another frustrated sigh. With him? No, but yourself, and Mrs. Star, for stirring up nightmares for no damn good reason.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine for being so paranoid.” You press your chin up, pouty lips admiring your boyfriend's face. “I’m sorry for freaking out. She really got me into my own head.”

“No apologies needed baby.” Gray says, giving you a small peck. You send him a cheesy smile, chasing after his lips with a couple of small kisses. A low rumble growls out from his chest as you nip at his jawline. Behind him, you hear his tail begin to hump on the floor.

“Hmm, does that mean you feel better?” You nod, pressing another kiss into his pulse point.

“Yes, thank you for letting me get that out.” Another kiss, now on his Adam’s apple.

“Welp,” Gray says, quickly adjusting himself. In another second, you yelp as he picks you up by your butt, legs quickly wrapping around his waist, “Let’s give Mrs. Star something to talk about, hmm?”

You throw your head back with a laugh, clinging tight to his chest as Gray blows a raspberry into your neck. “That good with you, my lady?”

You nod, giving him another kiss on the lips as he carries you off into the bedroom.

Yeah, you have it good.

[atsumiyass]

Hi!! May I request a haikyuu headcon of (Atsumu,Suna,Osamu) about what they love about you

Please and Thank you!!

Hey anon! thank you so much for requesting this, it was so fun to write! hope you enjoy it! - venus

What Atsumu, Suna, and Osamu love about you

warnings: fluff, implied nsfw at Sunas part if you squint. 

Atsumu Miya

your smile is EVERYTHING to him

he just loves seeing you smile.

even if its from getting a good grade on a test, or getting a compliment from someone, he loves seeing you happy.

There was one time where you both were out on a date at the park and you saw a family of ducks, along with ducklings.

He swore your smile was brighter than the sun that day.

You might have not noticed it, but he had this look in his eyes that read,

“I’m marrying them someday.”

The weather was just right, not too hot and not too cold. You thought it would be the perfect opportunity to take your boyfriend out on a date to the park. “Look ‘Tsumu! Look at the ducks in the lake!” You pointed out, momentarily stopping on the sidewalk to eye the lake full of ducks. “They’re so chubby and adorable.” You cooed, bending down to get a better look. Atsumu didn’t really understand the meaning for your happiness, but it was cute, so he went along with it. 

“Ya I guess they’re pretty cute…” He shrugged. Suddenly you gasped when you spotted a family of ducks waddling in the grass. You put one arm around Atsumu, guiding his body to look at the ducks. “ ’Tsumu do you see them! Look!” you quietly shouted watching the ducks with a toothy smile on your face. Atsumu watched the ducks for a couple seconds until he caught sight of your face. 

It was beautiful. Your hair blowing in the wind and the sun shining down on you, making you look like an angel. He was so lucky to have someone as beautiful and kind as you. 

“Bye bye little ones.” You waved, smile faltering a bit. “y/n” Atsumu said, catching your attention. You looked towards him to meet his eyes. You blushed a bit, had he been watching you the whole time? “y-yeah?” you replied, rubbing your fingers together. He placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently. You leaned into his touch, placing your hand on top of his. 

“I love you.” He whispered, giving you a small smile. “I love you more.” You replied, leaning in to give him a tender kiss on the lips.

Rintarou Suna

He loves the face you make when you concentrate.

It makes you look even sweeter than you already are.

Some people have resting bitch faces (some people being him) but you, you had the most tender concentrating face ever.

He could honestly stare at you for ages when you were making the face.

I mean, can you really blame him though? You’re just too cute!!

“Rin did you get number 10 yet.” You sighed, twirling your pen around your fingers. You and Suna were currently at his house studying for a upcoming exam. Surprisingly, he was the one who suggested it. Even though he literally never studies. “Uh nope” He said nonchalantly, going back to scrolling through his social media. “Come on Suna! The test is tomorrow and we’ve barley covered anything. Don’t you wanna pass?” You asked him, turning around in your chair to face him. “I dunno, I guess...” He replied, not looking away from the screen. 

You sighed again, getting up and snatching his phone from him. “Hey! What the hell?” He said looking up at you. You crossed your arms after throwing the phone on his bed. “We have to study Rintarou. You can scroll on Tik Tok later, or maybe we can do something else?” You teased, to which he rolled his eyes but smiled, nonetheless. “Okay yeah, fine.” He finally gave in, scooting back next to you at his desk. “Good, now try number ten and tell me what you get.” You instructed him. He nodded and you turned back to working on your paper. He also started working, but after a couple seconds his gaze caught you. You were currently scribbling numbers and equations down on your paper. 

Your face was soft, your tongue sticking out to the side of your mouth a bit. This is probably the most concentrated hes ever seen you. And it was downright adorable. After watching you for a couple seconds more he decided to actually attempt to solve the problem, your hard work motivating him. About two more hours passed and you both finally finished the study guide. You flopped on the bed, a huge sigh leaving your mouth. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” You told him as he went to join you. “Yeah, I guess, I was a little distracted though.” He said, making your face tilt in confusion. “Oh? By what?” You asked, turning on your side to meet his eyes. 

“You.” He said, making a blush erupt throughout your face. “M-me? Suna that’s embarrassing…” you mumbled, looking away from him. “Sorry, you just looked really cute trying so hard on your math.” He laughed, to which you let out a soft chuckle. “Now what was that ‘something else’ you were referring to earlier?” he asked, his lips forming into a smirk. “I meant a movie you perv.” You laughed as you got up and went to get his laptop, turning it on. There was silence for a bit until Suna spoke up again. “you’re putting on the Incredibles again, aren’t you?” He asked, making you giggle while turning around to look at him. “you know me too well, Rintarou.”

Osamu Miya

He loves your crazy food combinations.

Listen we all know Osamu loves food in general but some combos you come up with are crazy.

Your craziest one to him was when you put ketchup with your mashed potatoes, he looked at you with the most disgusted face ever (you made him try it tho, he ended up liking it in the end and asks you to make it every now and then for him)

You decided you were going to cook something for him, since your 6 months was coming up.

Well lets just say you caught him by surprise with the food combo you put on the side for him.

“S-strawberries and…wh-what even is that?” he muttered, looking down at the black liquid. “Oh quit being a baby ‘Samu its just balsamic vinegar.” You sighed, sitting down across from him. Strawberries and balsamic vinegar. Your all-time favorite food combo. The perfect mixture of sweet and sour. “Uh actually, I'm full.” He said, pushing the plate away from him. “Osamu you literally do this every time and end up liking it! It’s really good I promise.” You whined, pushing the plate back towards him.  “At least take a little bite, for me?” You pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

Soon enough he obliged, picking up a strawberry and eyeing it for a couple moments. It was like he was having a staring contest with it. “ ‘Samu the berry isn’t gonna eat itself yanno?” You said, making him sigh and finally bring it up to his mouth. He opened, and took a small bite. Chewing, and chewing. You knew he would like it, he always liked the combos you came up with. “mHgrmm…its really…mm…good...” He said as he continued to eat away at the plater of strawberries. You smiled in content, picking one up and placing it in your mouth. 

Once the plate was finished he took all the dishes to the sink and started washing them. You finished cleaning the table and headed over to where he was, wrapping your arms around his torso and placing your chin on his shoulder. “Told you you would like it.” You said to him while littering his neck with soft kisses. He chuckled in reply, shutting off the sink and turning to face you. Placing his arms around your waist and you placing yours around his neck. “Y’know I'm starting to think ya do this on purpose just to have bragging rights afterwards.” He laughed. “Maybe, I guess we’ll never know.” (tik tok reference anyone?) you shrugged. After staying like that for a couple seconds longer, you heard Osamus voice speak up. 

“Could you maybe make those again next time?”

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Tai Recs: Drarry meets Church ~ a Religious/Belief/Faith list.

Some of you probably heard me talking on the Drarry Discord about my absolute LOVE for Priest / Father Harry, religious/faith themes and churches. So I decided to do a rec list on the topic! This one will be focused on Christianity (mainly Catholic) --I was raised in a Christian house of mixed faiths/religions, so they tend to catch my breath exactly because I feel like I can relate. This is NOT a master list, this is just a list of my favourite Christian Drarry fics that moved and comforted me. I hope you enjoy it :) 🌿

1) A Multitude of Sins by cryptonym (E, 40k+) HurtFest 2014

Peter 4:8 - Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. tw: attempted suicide

I think anyone who grew up in a Catholic church, surrounded by Priests and Deans and the parishioner life will relate to this fic. Father Harry is a devoted and caring priest, dealing with his own shadows, and always helping the church community. The way this fic was written and the whole plot of how they get entangled in a mix of feelings and sins is a work of art. This is my favourite church fic since I read it back in 2016. This fic keeps me company and brings me closer to so many old feelings. The life of being part of the Church is beautifully described and the questioning of religion and faith is a always there touch in Draco’s character. And the fall, my darlings, into love and rendition is the most beautiful gift cryptonym could have given our sinful souls. Also, It was written very respectfully and tastefully. A must read! 💜

2) By which we must be saved by @hogwartsfirebolt (G, 3k, 2020)

What happened was this: the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord was born as the seventh month died. Or: the one where Harry Potter knew his whole life that he was meant to be a savior, and Draco Malfoy joined him along the way.

Welcome to Messiah vibes. Honestly, I’m a true sucker for Messiahs, for the unconditional love and respect for human beings, for the power of forgiveness and faith. This fic made me miss my own faith and made me want to kneel and pray, for love, for goodness, for everything and everyone, because we are all loved and sacred. I probably enjoyed it so much because this is in what I actually believe: in compassion and true goodness of the heart. This is the vibe of this fic, and this Harry Potter is my forever Lord and Saviour. Such a blessing this fic 😭🙏

3) Series: Tidings of Comfort by @blamebrampton (G, 9.9k, 2002)

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, London has places where the tired can rest and recover.  

Comfort galore! If you want a Christmas vibe with churches, you are in the right place. Watching Draco find comfort in the hymns and ceremonies of the church made me feel cosy and comforted. Blamebrampton did a really wonderful job in transmitting the vibe of church and parishioner. Made me miss my old church days, the faces that start being familiar and the sounds and smells that transport us to feeling at home. Lovely! 🥰

4) No Absolutes  by @shealwaysreads (M, 402, 2019)

Draco understood worship. He understood unquestioning belief. He had grown within the walls of veneration and glorification of the past, of the few, of the pure. 

What I talk about when I talk about poetry. This fic was breathtakingly written. Bella has always this beautiful ways with words and here it makes faith and belief and Draco’s character study even more careful and deep; using Religious symbolism and imagery to work through Draco’s feelings in the post-war. It’s a gift with a very meaningful depth!  🙌✨

5) No sweeter Innocence by drarryandharry (G, 1.7k, 2019)

For Harry, church was the first place he truly felt at home. What happens when he realises it isn’t his home anymore? - Harry is gay and Christian, and then he has a breakdown.

Which of us, queer and Christian, didn’t have a breakdown or two? This fic was such a sweet way of describing a Christian Harry going through life and growing up and questioning himself. This fic took me back to my sixteens, when my parents didn’t approve my bisexuality, when incredulously I found myself feeling safer inside a Catholic church than at my own home. It took me back to when I decided God was, to me, above all, love and hope and acceptance and compassion. 🌈🙏

Bonus fic: Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k+, 2020)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Hear me out, Modern Love is NOT a religious fic. But there’s church, and Draco being involved in the parishioner community, and there’s this sexy gay Vicar, Rev. Andrew. And its one of my all times favourite fic. The bits and pieces about the church and charity life made me miss my teenage years in the church community. And the way Tacky portrayed the church members and the Reverend and Draco singing hymns just made my heart grow fond and warm and everyone should read this fic. That’s why it’s a bonus fic and a MUST READ! 🤓❤

I hope you all enjoyed this humble rec list. I’ve never done a rec list before, but as I’m a sucker for the trope, Drarry meets Church, I thought it was a nice thing to do. We were talking about having a fest maybe someday on spiritual/religious/faith themes and a nice way to spur the topic is reading the lovely fics we already have from our incredible drarry squad. I made sure to add not only my favourites and comforting ones, but the ones that are very respectful towards the beliefs of Christian faith. If you would like to read more religious fics, I bookmark them here. Always check the tags!

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Love, Tai. 🙏

[bored-storyteller]

Good afternoon, honey! I would like to ask for headcanons where MC is arguing hard with the dorm leaders when MC says "I don't want to be in this place anymore, I want to go home!" or something like that. How would bedroom leaders react when MC flees the discussion and how would they comfort him? Thanks for your effort and sorry for the bad English!

Hi dear!

So, I decided to write this from the reader's point of view, if you don't mind, I don't really like to write from MC's point of view.

Being that the limit would be three characters per request, I will divide this into two (or three) parts, in the next few days so you will also have the other leaders!

(headcanons + small scenario. It is simply a fairly deep request and I was faster to develop it like this)

24- Twisted Wonderland- Malleus, Idia, Vil x reader

Anger and home pt. 1

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is not an easy-going person, unless you instigate him.

He may still use frustrating words for you. Even if he doesn't raise his voice, he knows how to argue his reasons. 

Malleus has delicate ways of doing things with you, but if he wants he can be pungent. If you don't listen to him he could really use words that are perhaps a little too harsh for you. 

The fact that you are not listening to it makes him nervous. He doesn't want to be so bad with you, but you force him. 

And you feel stupid, because between the two you are the only one who screams. Even if his expression sometimes becomes sarcastic, and if maybe he growls at you, he never gets upset as much as you do.

Why doesn't he understand how bad you are?

But in truth he understands you better than anyone. Malleus knows corners of the soul that no one in the world knows, and he will never hinder your feelings, not even those that take you away from him.

Your throat burns, it desperately needs water but you can't move from there.

Not now that you're staring at those green eyes that have now gotten a little wider in hearing your last words:

"I want to go home. "

The words came out so cold and bad that even you are afraid of it, but Malleus is still there motionless. Aside from his slight surprise, his composure has not disappeared.

You can't face him yet. Scared, you are ready to run away, but your wrist is taken from his hand.

You can't ignore him.

Yet even if it is perhaps only your impression, his expression becomes sweeter.

"I know."

Slowly he places his hand on your cheek. He seems to have swallowed all the bad words you said to him, leaving only room for understanding yourself.

"You will go home ..."

His words are calm, yet you feel a slight note of pain within them.

"You will forget about me and all this anger."

Oh no, Malleus isn't that good at comforting people, isn't he?

You hold his hand stronger against you, now terrified of having to lose him.

"I can't forget about you."

Your state of pure fear makes him smile. You don't know why, but somehow you feel relieved as he approaches, until the tip of your nose almost touches his chest.

"Oh right, also because ... I'm sure you'll come back to me too."

You have no certainty that this is truth, but that last sentence has something sweet and reassuring. Malleus Draconia, your dark, precious refuge.

Why were you angry with him? You don't know anymore. You smile, and with a sweet sigh you rest your forehead against his chest.

Idia Shroud

Idia hides his emotions a lot, but if she really feels hurt or threatened she doesn't try to stop himself at all.

If it's your fault, he'll let you know. 

Maybe he won't scream at you right away, at first he will try to explain his discomfort, but if you continue he will give vent to his frustration.

If then maybe the fight starts with you, then he will also have a sort of panic within him. 

If for him is not clear what he did to make you so angry he will get upset, and if he believes he is right it will be pure anger. 

But he cares about you, and when all the hustle and bustle inside is gone he will feel really guilty.

He doesn't want to lose you at all.

Idia when he is angry can really scare, his shy and associative figure seems only a dream in comparison.

But you are also no less.

You are convinced of what you say, and you are right. Obviously, it's so obvious ... so why does he keep hurting your feelings? Oh they can get out of his mouth ... such bad words ...

Did he just tell you you're ungrateful?

"Stop!"

In the end you can't take it anymore.

"I hate this place! I don't want to be here anymore!"

The words are harsh and desperate. You shout at him and against every object in the room, and then everything is silent.

Then, you run away, away from him.

Or at least you want to go far, but he follows you, scared that you might disappear at any moment.

He does not speak, you cry only.

His hand rises slowly and goes to grab his sweatshirt at chest height. He squeezes it tight, and then, he breaks the silence.

"I knew... you would have said it someday."

His voice has now returned to its normal, whispered, calm and melancholy.

You look at him, his eyes seem to shine with bitter water, but it's probably your impression.

His golden irises are not placed on you, they look at the ground, while you understand that he tries to regularize his breathing.

"Idia ..."

You approach slowly, looking for a way to erase everything that has just happened, but when you are close to him, his sad face smiles at you so warmly that it completely melts your heart.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

His voice is shy and kind.

"Stay here with me ... a little longer."

Nobody besides you can imagine how pleasant Idia's embrace is.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is not a difficult person to make angry, nor to fight with.

Despite his delicate appearance, his words and expressions can be really bad. 

Usually he refrains from screaming, but if you push him over the edge he will spit all his voice on you. 

Vil has strange ideas of his own, if you do not respect them you are already well on the way of the fight.

He tends to forget about your problems because Vil has to think about many things, so he will often be insensitive to you. 

But if you remind him of all your pain, he will realize how much for you instead of a relief he is a burden. 

He will not apologize politely, he will not be tender and cuddly, but believe me that he will make you understand how much he is there for you when you need him.

Vil doesn't hold back his words, especially if someone goes against him, like you are doing.

You love him, but you can't stand it yet. He is so blind to your problems -and maybe you are to his-.

His voice is shrill, who was in the room has long since gone, leaving you alone at the mercy of the anger that swells your chest.

"You are a stupid child!"

His words are spit like poison against you.

Vil doesn't know what the prerogatives are in life, do he? Not in yours, at least.

"I can't wait to get away from this world!"

Vil suddenly falls silent, staring at you in terror. You can see his brain search for all the hidden meanings in those words of yours.

He is not worrying about his face now dark with pain. You must have really hurt him.

Think about this, at least until he gets serious and composed again.

"Then go home."

His voice is no longer as bad as before, yet it still hurts you. He knows you can't go back. He knows that you are here and you don't know how to go home.

If you were closer, you'd slap him. But from where you are you can only hold back the tears, giving your back to him and leave, leaving him alone, just so you wouldn't show him how much he hurts you.

But before you can get out of the room, he's going to speak again.

"Even if you go away, I'll be here waiting for you, even if you don't want to come back. "

You look up and look at him. His face is so beautiful, and sincere, despite his air of severity.

Those words don't even seem his. He must have really worked. You don't know if he's talking about this moment or the future, but you don't care.

Without your being aware of it, you start laughing slightly.

Suddenly you realized that he cares about you.

"What?!"

Now Vil's voice is ringing again, but not poisonous. You shake your head by approaching him, touching his hand.

"Thanks."

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

#ask the writer

How can I write a couple with a healthy relationship?

I mean I don't want them to change themselves to make the other happy but I want them to work well

You know, it’s funny, this is a very serious question but I’m just laughing.

Because I feel like I am not the writer you’re looking for as I have never, in my life, written a story that is solely centered around two characters having a healthy relationship.

I like to think I write relationships well, that I write well period, but I have never written a story with the goal you outline in mind. 

Still, I’ll do my best and see where this takes us. Though caveat that as I’ll be speaking very generally it may not apply to your situation.

First, a post I made earlier, how to write organic, believable, relationships period.

All of that still applies which... makes your goal a little harder.

What do I mean?

Stories Are About Change

At their heart, stories are always a journey. Something happens. It can be big, it can be small, maybe the characters learned something, maybe they pointedly learned nothing. Some things changed, some things didn’t, but as an audience we left feeling something. However, the point being, it is not a snapshot.

Which automatically puts us in deep water with your premise.

If I’m writing a story that’s focused on a relationship, and I want that relationship to be depicted in a certain manner and only that manner, and that’s all I want to touch on: I don’t have a story, I have an aesthetic. It’s a nice aesthetic, I like it, but it is just a snapshot in time.

If our characters are only ever in a healthy relationship, if they never enter or grow into this relationship, or leave this relationship, and we have nothing else going on... Then what’s this even about?

Nobody grows, nobody changes, it’s just... stagnant.

So, right away that presents a problem. If the relationship is the whole point then it must change throughout the story. That’s what people do, we change, we learn things about the world and about each other. 

And that means... it might not always be at its healthiest.

Mitigation One: Don’t Focus on the Relationship

Alright, well, what if the story’s not about the relationship? What if there are just two characters who have a very healthy relationship inside the story and I have some other, larger, plot going on?

Well, you’re in a better place here. We have an excuse for things with the couple to move more slowly, we have other sources of conflict that the characters can focus on while still relying on one another but...

You’re still going to have issues because our characters are still growing as people.

As they confront things out there in the wide world their view of the world, of themselves, and of each other will change. There will be miscommunications, their beliefs may come into conflict, their desires may come into conflict, and they may grow to be people who cannot in fact maintain a healthy relationship (which, ending a relationship that’s bad for you can be a very healthy thing to do).

Now, maybe they work through these issues, which is a very healthy thing to do. However, they will likely still run into these issues and may have periods where tensions are running very high and the relationship seems like it will fail. In other words, in working through issues, you may have periods where you’re writing a relationship you do not wish to.

Relationships have highs and they have lows, you have to be willing to write such things even if said relationship is taking a backseat to the greater plot.

Mitigation Two: Move From an Unhealthy Relationship to a Healthy Relationship

To me some of the greatest stories that focus on a pair are those which focus on Character A realizing they’re in a horrible relationship and getting out, sometimes finding a better one.

Take, “The Revolutionary Girl Utena”. That is what this entire, beautiful, show is about. The characters begin in the most toxic, horrific, abusive relationships and yet we end on a very hopeful note where people recognize the relationships they were in, get out, and someday in the future might begin again with healthier partners.

You have everything a story needs in this. You have growth of characters, you have a lot of tension and conflict, you have a recognition of what love is, what healthy relationships truly are, and what bad relationships are.

However, this is a very dark path, as it involves writing the relationship you do not, in fact, wish to write at all. You end up where you want to, which might be sweeter for it, but maybe as a writer this isn’t what you want to focus on.

Mitigation Three: The Story is the Development of the Relationship

Perhaps the story closest to what you’re looking for is one that focuses on the relationship coming into being. In other words, the slow burn route. The characters are well suited to each other, they treat each other with dignity and respect, but for a variety of legitimate reasons they do not get together until the very end of your story.

The story, then, is how these people end up together (among other things).

However, this isn’t quite the Healthy Relationship I see bandied about on Ao3 either, because it’s slow burn. The characters still have to grow as people, undoubtedly have their own faults or barriers that get in the way of the relationship starting, and may have significant communication issues.

They end up where you want them to be, in a great communicative relationship, but there are reasons they don’t start there which violate the Healthy Relationship axiom.

Some Other Problems

Changing Your Characters to Make the Ship Work

In your ask you outline one of the major issues with the Healthy Relationship trope. Sometimes, if you have two characters in mind, they will simply never enter a healthy relationship. Ever.

Their backgrounds, personalities, goals, or something are completely incompatible. Trying to get them together is like trying to fit a round peg into a square hole. It’s just not going to work and feel very hamfisted if you try.

And honestly, the best advice I have for that is to accept it. I’m sorry it sucks your ship isn’t going to work out the way you wanted, but if you’re working that hard, it means your brain is screaming at you “DON’T DO IT!!!” Your brain is usually right in these matters.

If you change too much of a character to make it work, then it’s not even the character you wanted to smash together with the other character.

Now, that said, while you should never enter a relationship expecting to change your partner into someone you like (nor should they have to change for you), I will say that people do change. More, if we’re talking things like “my partner is a mass murderer”, then yeah, we should change that to enter a healthy relationship (or, perhaps the safest option, don’t enter that relationship at all). 

I once read a fic that, while mostly good, ended on the hilariously terrible morale of Character A realizing it was wrong to what to change her love interest Character B and that she should accept her for who she is. Great moral at a distance, a great lesson learned, but in the scope of the story fell to pieces. What did Character B do that Character A initially objected to? She murdered thousands of people. I’m still with Character A’s initial thoughts on that one.

What the Hell is a Healthy Relationship?

If you read fics focusing on healthy relationships a lot of the time they’re... really weird. The couple never seem to have any emotions, they’re always placid and calm (with a great BDSM sex life), never have any fights, never have any conflict between their interest, and just smile at each other and become complete Stepford Wives.

The author is so focused on the relationship being healthy, the pair never fighting and having fantastic safe yet realistic sex, that they forget what relationships are.

It’s okay if your characters fight, it’s okay if they sometimes forget how to communicate, the point is if they are able to work through these barriers or not.

Why Are You Asking Me?

Now, all that said, I am just one person on the internet. A lot of people love the healthy relationship trope, and frankly, if you give it to them they will love you forever. 

People will routinely read and adore 100k stories where nothing happens, at all, except we see two characters just be in this stagnant healthy relationship with each other interrupted by your occasional lemon. Maybe during the story a second set of characters will enter an equally healthy relationship to fuel the plot. 

And hey, if other people like it, who am I to complain? Go for it, have fun, have your healthy relationship and slice of life story. I personally may not read it, but you’re not writing it for me, are you?