#nobody saw those tags ok? ok

[sandificatedman]

GILBERT IS SO.

HE'S LITERALLY SUCH MANWIFE MATERIAL

MY LOVE FOR GILBERT IS SO UNENDING. HE'S THE SWEETEST BEING TO EVER EXIST. HE MADE ME 100000X MORE GAY THAN I EVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE.

You know what time it is :

hes so. he's. he's a little goofy but also so charming. He has a cane sword. He is a sentient meadow. He reads philosophy books. He lives in the attic with all the other gays in the village. If he didn't see The Corinthian I genuinely don't know if he would have figured out what the Deal (tm) was with the cereal convention. He wears a pince-nez. He would fight muggers in an alley for a complete stranger. he is the perfect man.

HE!! IS!! SO!! TALL! Kyo Ra is 5'6, Stephen Fry is 6'5!!

I,,, am 5'5. my brain has collapsed in on itself. Hello Mr. Gilbert you are so husband. What do I have to do to give you a kisskiss.

(also. this has nothing to do with nothing but they're so sweet. sometimes best friends are an orphaned Dream Vortex and a sentient Meadow. Friendship goals.)

if you don't think he's handsome. Idk get well soon I guess MSNDMSND

BUT AAA <3333 he's so enthusiastic about the smallest things. Look at him. Look at that smile!!! I love the constant twinkle in his eyes. There's so much delight packed inside this single man.

He gives the vibes of smb you'd meet randomly at the worst point of your life in a cafe or park, vent to, and receive the most philosophical, vague advice in return. It somehow solves all your problems, and you never see him again MNSDMSNDMN

Sadness

Regret

Misery

No other thoughts here this is just a very amusing screenshot.

HIS POSTURE!! HE LEANS A LITTLE!!!! I don't know why I find this so sweet but. like. He knows how tall he is and leans in a little so he doesn't look as tall. So he's more on other peoples level. Gilbert you are perfect.

Also, ring? ring? He's wearing a ring on his wedding finger? I know it's alluded to that the form he's taken is just a copy of smb else who existed at some point, so it could be from that.

BUT ALSO,, the prospect that Gilbert at one point married someone during his time on earth? Presumably smb who has died since there's no mention of it? idk fanfic writers go wild

(or,, that was just a Whoopsie from Stephen Fry forgetting to take his wedding band off before filming MSNDMSN which,, is the most likely. but shoosh let me dream.)

AND LOOK HOW PRETTY HE IS!!!! The way they adapted his transformation is so gorgeous. I've rewatched the gifs a billion times, and they still make me all soft and gooey inside.

I want to. have a nap here. just a nice little honk shoo honk shoo honk shoo in his embrace. A little stroll. Talk to him even tho he can't respond and ramble about the books I'm reading.

TLDR. Gilbert. A single hug from him would cure all my illnesses.

[cozylittleartblog]

swatchvember: 90′s, rainy day, sleeping

cramming some of these prompts together to be silly <3 they spent a lot of time back then keeping some rich up-and-coming little salesman entertained, he’s one of their best customers. maybe you’ve heard of him...

[stillflight]

We can say "I'm upset that John Mulaney turned out to be transphobic because I thought he was pretty funny" without forgetting that his comedy has always included very ableist and antisemitic jokes, yeah?

[intergalacticaquarium]

Why's everybody always headcanoning Eddie having random bar hookups in my posts about Eddie getting no ass. Dude died having seen nobody naked but himself what's not clicking.

[normansnt]

Almost got you, bitch

(Hazbin Adam x fallen angel!Male reader)

No warnings I think perhaps cursing

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You were a fallen angel.

You questioned heavens doings after finding out about the extermination, and of course heaven didn't like that.

When you fell, your best friend, Adam, was the most pissed off. Granted he was the one who told you about it one night when he was drunk and you had to get him home but he didn't know you were gonna make such a fuss about it.

You were in heaven, everything was fine you had your friends there, no one important to you fell before you, and most importantly you had him there, your best friend. Why would you care about those misfits in hell??

All though he shouldn't have been surprised, even though you put on a hard shell and make very similar jokes than himself you are a kind soul, a very kind one at that always helping others. But still, you fell, you are not here with him anymore. That sucked.

*flashback*

Heaven was a pretty new invention and adam and eve were trying to settle, for that god sent an angel, you.

When you knocked on the door adam went to open it.

"Who the fuck is here this early?" Was the first sentence he ever spoke to you.

Now you aint gonna take shit from nobody.

"Im the fuck who is here get you asses moving cuz we're going to heaven" you said with an equally annoyed tone.

Thats when Adam knew he liked you. And with the same amount of sass to each other the two of you became fast friends.

"I Almost got you, bitch" yelled Adam. You guys were playing flying tag cuz he just got his wings and they were completely new to him.

"You wish, fucker" you answer with a shit eating smirk. You were the one to teach him how to fight, the one who helped him through his divorce withe eve, you were his best friend.

*end flashback*

"...Shit" adam called seraphim, an idea occurred to him, how about they move up the next extermination, that way he has a reason to get down there sooner and bring you back, also slather some demons.

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When you woke up in hell, the first thing you saw was someone trying to cut out your organs.

"WAAHH...MOTHERFUC-- WHAT THE HECK R U DOING??" You jumped up and started yelling at the demon.

"Calm down pretty boy, the cannibals pay good money for fresh organs like yours."

"Well guess what jackass I dont give tiny rats ass how good those fuckers pay you my organs aint for sale" and with that sentence you quickly kicked him in the nuts and when he fell to the ground brocke his neck. Yeah...you were kind but god help people who mess with you...literally.

"Well shit, never had to fight without wings."

"...Interesting, and here I thought I would have to come to your rescue in exchange for your soul." Came a...static voice from behind you.

"Uhhh...thank you?? I guess, but there will be no taking my soul." You looked at the grinning man in a red suit.

"Such a shame, you'd be my first fallen angel"

"...Ok, listen can I help you with something ooooorr??"

"Not particularly I just wanted your soul, but alas that ship has sailed, however since you just fell I assume you have no where to stay" his grin stretched a bit as he said that.

"Well, you assume correctly but Im not gonna agree to any deal you have to offer just for a place to stay"

"Well, well, you are smart one even though angles can be so gullible, but no there is no deal the only thing you'd have to do is perhaps act nice"

"I can do that." you answered finally smiling at the strange man.

"They are coming" you whispered to yourself. After you arrived in hell, Alastor offered you a place in the hazbin hotel and you were happy to take it. This was over 7 months ago, in that time you grew close to everyone who was there, they were your found family and now you will protect them even if its against you first family.

Today was the day of the extermination, the day you'd have to fight heaven, the day you's have yo fight Adam. Even though you never admitted to yourself you had deeper feelings for him than friendship, but since he literally went around fucking bitches that kind of lowered your hopes.

The fight was raging on. Since you were the one who literally trained these exorcists they were no match for you. However Alastor was supposed to take on Adam, and that worried you. You knew how powerful Alastor is supposed to be but you have seen Adam's powers first hand.

Just as you suspected Alastor couldn't take on Adam. So Charlie had to take over which made you even more worried. You climbed up and saw Adam hitting Charlie into the hazbin hotel sign.

"NO" you yelled

Adam turned towards you with a smile that said he was ready to kill, that disappeared however when he saw that it was you.

"(Y/N)...."

He looked at you for a moment when someone punched him out of no where.

"Oh shit" you said while looking at Adam flying away and than back at who punched him. Lucifer.

"Lucy?" U asked baffled. You met him when he was still in heaven. Personally you loved his creative ideas while the making of earth so you guys would talk a lot. You also found it highly unfair when he fell and considered going after him, but Adam held you back.

"...Who--? SHIT (Y/N)? Omg why tf are you down here??" He asked half pissed half happy to see you.

"Well a little this, a little that, you know, also I fucking fell so." You replied while hugging him.

"How many of you fuckers do I have to beat before I can take (Y/N) home with me" said Adam very pissed after crawling out from the window he was punched into.

"What?" You asked

"I'm the only one that matters, you messed with my daughter and now Im gonna fuck you" said Lucifer proudly smirking. Everyone went silent while you were trying to hold back your laughter.

"Khmm...its fuck you up, dad" corrected Charlie

"Wait what did I say?" Asked Lucifer confused.

After this a kind of...fight started between Lucifer and Adam. Well, only adam was fighting Lucifer was mostly changing forms.

It was quite funny to watch.

At the end Lucifer won over Adam and he wanted to kill him, but your body moved on its own and you threw yourself at Adam.

Charlie also told his dad to stop.

You stood up from Adams body.

"Take your angel army, and go home" you told him in a soft tone.

He painfully stood up and looked at you with sadness...and something you couldn't quite place.

"(Y/N)..." come with me, please. Is what he wanted to say, but he knew you are still mad at him and that your answer will be no. Or he just didn't want to seem vulnerable in-front of demons.

"I Almost got you, bitch"

Your lips twitched upwards a little bit.

"You wish, fucker"

And with that the angel army and adam flew up to heaven.

When adam arrived in heaven, something downed on him.

"Fuuuuuuckkk..IM GAY-"

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Is he an (at best) mid white man who thinks he is the shit?

Yes.

Is he a fucking loser though and a lil bitch

Also yes.

BUT YK WHAT.

HE IS FUNNY AF I LOVE HIM AND HIS SONGS R FUCKING AWSOME.

HOPE MY FELLOW ADAM ENJOYERS LIKED IT THOUGH😎

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🦖🧡

[a-frog-in-a-bog]

I keep seeing posts about how damaging ace discourse was to aces and while I’m glad we’re talking about tumblr’s bullying problem I think some of you have selective amnesia bc the war was DEFINITELY being fought from both sides. For every post calling asexuals cringe or lonely turbo virgins there was at least one reply or comment or post saying shit like “ok have fun dying of aids” or “I’m a bi ace which is exactly the same as being bisexual except I’m not a slut” or “ace culture is not having to worry about spreading STDs”.

Nearly every post made by a trans woman discussing transphobia was derailed by someone making it about asexuality instead (unfortunately this is still common on tumblr) and posts about gay sex or attraction were flooded with comments about those nasty dirty allos. Lesbians who expressed frustration about not being able to talk about their sexual attraction to women without aces “fixing” their posts to make them pure and wholesome were characterized as mean dykes and aphobic. And the shit that people posted after the pulse shooting was thinly veiled homophobia— do you know how many posts I saw that were along the lines of “well maybe if you gays were nicer to aces we’d donate blood” or “ace culture is hearing about the pulse shooting and wondering who would want to go dancing at a sweaty club when you could be home reading”.

And idk if people realize this but kink at pride discourse was born from ace discourse. The sheer amount of posts that were like “stop sucking face at pride I’m ace and it grosses me out get a room” or “pride is supposed to be a safe space for aces too nobody cares that you like to get tied up and fucked in the ass” or “as an aroace it makes me uncomfortable to see people wear nothing but leather harnesses stop making pride sexual”.

We absolutely should be calling out the people who posted graphic porn in the ace tag or harassed aces by calling them broken and unloveable bc that’s fucking horrendous and unacceptable but don’t act like every asexual on tumblr was an innocent smol bean posting garlic bread memes and minding their business bc the shit thrown at lgbt people in the name of ace discourse was awful and damaging to see, especially as a teen coming to terms with my sexuality

[stryshttu]

the scriddler nation doesn't appreciate Riddler 2022 as I do so I'm here to make you love him

He's one of the best interpretations of Riddler and here is WHY.

“he's a desyassified version,” “he doesn't wear expensive suits full of question marks,” “that suit was boring” NO!!!!! IT WAS THE PERFECT SUIT FOR HIM TO START!!! He literally comes from the lowest point, and he talks about how the men in power and corruption keep the low income/poor people at the bottom. Ofc he can't afford those shiny beautiful suits because he doesn't have money for it. Also the military suit was GREAT. He paint it and designed his own symbol which is amazing, a gun sight with a "?" in the center.

Also, he fights againts corruption and classism? 😭 Why would ppl hate that? He fights for the people that were forgotten like him.

“it's not the same story of his father and blah blah blah” ok, they changed his origin story A LOT, and I can get why you get mad at it. I also get mad when I am used to the southern granny Scarecrow story and ppl change it to the story of his father experimenting of him- BUT regarding the Riddler's origin story, it is so so great. Eddie HATES LIES AS WELL, HATES CHEATING, because ppl used to tell him that he could have a better future, and gave him fake hopes. He just wanted an opportunity to be better and when that promise of renewal broke, he broke, too.

He grew wanting to please everyone, be a good boy for the nuns and the other children at the orphanage, even if he didnt agree in somethings or if it was difficult for him to act "normal" (masking his autism- we will talk about that soon), but NOBODY thanked or pleased him. As he got older, he still followed orders from his corrupt boss and the goverment. But what did they do for him? NOTHING. And when he does something for himself ppl tag him as self-centered.

He became the Riddler for the others that also needed help, not only because of him, and ppl still think he's selfish.

He's implied to be autistic (you can notice this more in the comics of Riddler: Year One by Paul Dano), he is non-verbal since kid (canon), as an adult ppl say he doesn't talk and call him weird. He doesn't know how to interact with people in a "normal" way. He also seems to vocally stim with riddles and weird silly noises that you can hear in the movie.

The catholic guilt content? PLEASEEEE. We need to take advantage of that. He even did a catholic reference riddle!!! (That one of the sins of the father)

We can also see that topic of him dont knowing if he's insane or not, (or denying being it). He knows his situation is not good, and HE TRIES to be better, listening to podcast about mindfulness and stay positive- but at the end, everything gets worse to him. He's very smart and is afraid that his biggest and greatest thing about himself (his mind) is also the worst thing and can turn againts himself because of a mental illness. We saw it in the movie when Batman calls him "sick and twisted, etc etc," and he has a mental breakdown. Yes, that scene is DEEPER than you think. His mother died in Arkham when he was in the orphanage as a kid, now imagine that the guy you always admired says to you, “you're gonna die alone at Arkham” just like his mother did and no one cared. He doesn't want that, he wants to be remembered. He doesn't want to end up like his mother- alone and mentally ill.

He makes funny jokes in the movie! He's so goofy!!!!

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIM BEING A BIG BOY?!!!! CHUBBY RIDDLER SUPREMACY!!!!!

And please he has the same bad habits as Arkhamverse Riddler, you cannot hate this version of him if you love Arkham Knight Riddler. He doesn't sleep well because he plays the DETECTIVE role (YES! HE ALSO GOES THERE AND INVESTIGATES- or else how tf would he have evidence of all the corruption and know all that information?) and claims that Einstein only took naps. He doesnt eat well. His lastname is Nashton (a reminder that is canon that Arkhamverse Riddler had the same lastname before changing it to Nygma). And in this page called "nigma. org" is well known and ppl call him a genius, which suggests that we will soon see how he calls himself E. Nygma.

And yes, he is also a little bastard insufferable, and if you dont think so, then I guess we didnt watch the same movie.

THERE'S SO MUCH MORE OF HIM BEING ONE OF THE BEST ONES!!! but i'll end it up here, thank you for your attention.

[nsyncat]

OK, so this is my first post EVER since I joined Tumblr like ten years ago. Always been a lurker, enjoying all of the wonderful things here, the gifs, fics, ships, art, all the knowledge and all the amazing heritage posts, but never posting and hardly reblogging, I don't know why, was always afraid I would make a mistake or reblogg incorrectly...

Anyway, the reason this is my first time posting is because THAT amazing moment that happened a week ago, and I've been losing my mind ever since, and unfortunately I have nobody to share this excitement with that will understand... So I had to get it out somehow, and here seems like the perfect place to do so.

I don't know if anybody will read this or pay it any attention, but never mind, I just have TO. GET. IT ALL. OUT!

So I've been a loyal fan of 9-1-1 this past six years, got hooked to these kind of first responders dramas, also Station 19 and then of course Lone Star. I fell in love with the writing, the drama and action, the characters of course, the emotional and moving stories, both of the regular cast and the people in the emergencies (am not afraid to admit that I cried more than a few times, especially when I was pregnant... woooh, that was a tough season for me).

Anyway, like everyone else, got invested in Buck's storyline and of course hopped on the Buddie train in season 2. And obviously there was something between them, and the fandom always clowned themselves that "in the next season SOMETHING is going to happen!" and I always wanted to believe it, and also fooled myself a few times but always was the cold harsh realist and realised it was not going to happen... But enjoyed the ride nonetheless, read amazing fics, saw wonderful fanart, read interesting breakdowns and analysis.

And then 704 happened and I'm not joking or exaggerating, my life changed!

Confirming that Buck is Bi was amazing! I'm ashamed to admit that I really thought it won't happen, EVER! So I still can't believe it actually happened (thank you soooo much ABC!) and like a lot of you, I've been on cloud nine this past week and can't wait for tomorrows episode (also not from the US), literally counting down the hours.

And look, I love Buddie, I really do, but I fell in love with TEVAN (my favourite one yet) 😍 and been OBSESSED with them this past week. Just from those few moments between them and what we barely know that is going to happen the next episode, I truly fell in love with them and really hope they make it as far as they can. I think its an amazing thing for Buck and also CANT. STOP. WATCHING THE KISS! The actors did an incredible job, especially Oliver, also with his spoken support of the storyline and his love for Buck. Such a KING! So this whole thing is huge.

And I have a one-year-old, my life is hectic with taking care of a little human being, a hubby who is also very busy, work, family and a million other things and this past year with a heavy heart I kinda neglected reading fics, and it was my main hobby, my escape, my one and constant thing in my LIFE since I was 12. I do read here and there, but not like I used to, reading hours and hours and into the night, multi chapters and long oneshots, in multiple fandoms, and now whenever I do get to read something once In a blue moon I'm not fully invested or enjoying it because either I'm tired or have something else more important to do. And unfortunately, eventually I noticed that I lost this fire, the passion in me and it left me sad and heartbroken...

And then something incredible happened. Ever since that earth-shattering kiss, the fire and passion came back! Holy shit! I've been reading and ENJOYING fics nonstop this whole week, I can't concentrate on work thinking about everything and reading in-between tasks, I use every single free minute I have to search new fics and scroll through the tags, I go to sleep late because I need to read just one more fic(!!!) even tough I have to wake up very early in the morning and I DON'T EVEN CARE. I'm thinking about it sooo much and imagining new scenarios in my head, and feeling giddy and happy, in a good mood a lot of the time, more optimistic, knowing I have a new and exciting place I can "escape" to, like I had in the past.

Its not that i'm not happy, I have an amazing son and a wonderful husband and I cherish every moment with them, but these are hard and difficult times and life can be hard and stressful and I'm a different kind of happy... So these past few days have been nourishment for my soul and my mood, it sounds so silly but its true! I'm feeling a bit like my old self and it's amazing.

And if someone did read this or did pay attention and got to this point, sorry for the long rant and thank you so much for the patience and understanding 🙏 I love you and wish you a wonderful weekend and happy Buck's-first-date-with-a-man day! 🥰

So I want to thank, from the bottom of my heart, ABC, Oliver, Lou and you crazy lot for resurrecting my old fangirl self 😌 I'm so grateful for all your posts, your takes, your similar enjoyment and of course your amazing fics you're writing and sharing 🩵

[azquine]

Can I get something on the JoanFK tag that ISN'T just complaining? It is ok to be feeling shit that things went badly in the show, but do you have to tag that negativity on the ship? The negativity is all that there is to see whenever I try to interact with the show and it's making me feel horrible.

I've been in far worse fandoms, and they didn't make me feel this bad.

It all feels so puritanical, like you have forgotten what a teen drama parody entails. Did you forget that they were ALL assholes in the first season who backstabbed and did shitty things to eachother for their own selfish gain? You are applying pretty strict rules of morality onto characters who intrinsically must break those rules to allow the narratives of their genre to move.

This was a short kiss, the result of feelings that JFK and Harriet had actively been trying to avoid for the sake of Joan. This could have been resolved by open communication, but that's not how either drama shows OR stupid hormonal teens work. After making this mistake, they did the most responsible and moral thing they could have and confessed it literally within the same episode as soon as Joan would not, you know, DIE as a result.

All things considered, it wasn't a secret relationship, it wasn't sex, it wasn't a long term secret held until it accidentally spills out and ruins everything. It could have been SO much worse, it was none of my worst fears, and I'm honestly relieved a kiss was where it stopped. And I am also really glad they confessed to quickly because I HATE liar revealed plots more than ANYTHING and I probably would have stopped watching. If they were going to do this plotline it was the best case scenario for me.

And do you know what is even better? What should be the bare minimum but is actually pretty rare in dramas from my experience? Neither of them tried to mitigate Joan's reaction, to say she was overreacting or to dance around the issue to make it sound better beyond a truthful 'we felt nothing'. Joan was allowed the space to fully process the information and her emotions, even if through a montage. And damn I wish I saw that more often.

As for those saying JFK would need a redemption for what he has done- does being open and honest about his wrongdoings not do that pretty succinctly? Beyond having not done it at all what else do you want? Pretty puritanical to want him to suffer before he can be forgiven.

And granted, Harriet got plenty of unjustified hate before she had even done anything, but post-kiss most of the discussion and anger I have seen has been directed solely at JFK. Harriet was part of that kiss too, knowingly going against her friend. Why is the romantic relationship deemed worse to betray? Both of them did a stupid thing together, and fixed it together.

And I'm not saying Joan putting all the consequence on Abe is justified, he didn't do shit wrong either, he tried to keep his friend alive in a tricky situation.

All of your feelings are valid, and I do see why the dominant opinion is what it is. Cheating is an awful thing to do and you should not be with someone you do not trust, I cannot refute that.

Yet at the same time, I felt it was important to put forward some differing points that I had been having. This show will not be enjoyable if we hold a position of being negative and moralistic. To some extent there has to be an acceptance that this is a fiction and moral failings are often part of a narrative structure.

(And while many of you have legitimate critiques on the execution of the show, it feels like some of you are taking the 'thing done badly because I don't like it' route)

I really hope nobody takes this as me trying to enforce cheating or to say that JFK and Harriet kissing was ok. It was shitty of them to do in the first place, but they are not morally irredeemable. Teen do stupid bad thing is not new. I'm also not interested in having an argument over this, I get caught up far too easily in that so I won't be answering any replies or asks. It is fine if you disagree, I'm here to propose a counterpoint.

Sorry if this was repetitive or lengthy. It just felt like I had to get it out there despite it being the early hours of the morning.

[thatdeadaquarius]

HELLO IT IS I AGAIN (Razor's mom /real)

So you know those imposters aus where characters chase the reader for being an 'impersonator'?

What if... It's a continuation from my ask (where we meet Razor first before everyone), and Razor is just confused at the patrolling knights near Wolvendom constantly asking him if he have saw 'the impostor'

Tbh he just shakes his head. Who tf is the impostor????? Wtf is an impostor???????

Many question marks later..

He had encountered an epiphany (not really it's just the Springvale ppl talking about someone copying the creator's looks).

The 'Impostor' they have been searching is you.

But you're not an impostor! Razor knows it! Andrius knows it! And with how the nature and the monster responded to you, Teyvat knows it too!

So like the good son he is, he sheltered you even more severely.

Ur not allowed to go out of his sights at this point (he'll still take you to places with many lampgrasses if you still wanna make a crown w it)

And my imagination ends there, do you think there's something else he'd do?

Ty for answering my last request btw, ur the best and I hope you get your favorite characters w one 10 pull and your desired artifacts w the best stats <3

Much love and sweets

-Razor's mom

RAZOR'S MOM!! HELLO aw im so glad u liked it :)

Srry about the late reply! 💜💜💜

Ok, so I think this is a good time to point to my shiny

Writing Requests/About Me Post I have pinned on my 👉 blog!!👈💅 taaa daaaa :) i did it guys here ya go

Yall have been GREAT so far abt keeping the requests chill and fun, and i dont have that many "Donts" that arent obvious (homophobia, transphobia, ableism,etc)

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Dont worry Razor Mom, i just wanted to use this as a way to talk about this!! /nm /gen

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About Imposter AU, there are plenty of other blogs/posts that write for that or posts under SAGAU tag! :)

I said wayyy earlier on in some of my first asks, but basically I really want to lighten up the Genshin SAGAU / Isekai tag and branch out from all these darker Imposter AUs :)

And also add more world-building posts or AUs <3

(language brainrot for example)!!

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TL;DR: I am not accepting hunting down/yandere/cult au/imposter au Genshin Sagau, only a funny or chill version of it.

Please check my writing rules post :)

Example: u look like Creator, but everybody's like, "oh lucky them wow rlly blessed, have a free drink, etc.

OR omfg where r they?? They descended to Teyvat oh fuck we lost our god-"

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Heres the Razor post !!!

If u wanna check it out :]

Cracks knuckles, Saddle up Baby, bc its time for my version of the Imposter AU 🤭😋😈

(and sorry for answering super late/possible scare Razor mom anon!! :'/ )

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So it begins rlly small right?

Like, Razor does not know the new knight patroling Wolvendom's borders

,, weird but ok, he thinks basically

And then when it was time to visit some domains a little closer to Springvale for grinding

(Or rlly just to get some of their tiny restaurants homemade food yumm)

He notices more Favonius knights lurking around than usual

Or at least widening their patrols

And hes like wtf?

Ur like, huh.

I'll ask Springvale ppl wtf goin on

The locals respond that the search for the Great Creator has begun.

...

...you and Razor: 👁👄👁 w h o m s t ❔️

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Upon further questioning

(which was apparantly weird that yall didnt know, but eh, u just used the whole "feral wolf child with feral blacksmith parent living in woods ignorance" excuse)

Admittedly yall, quite literally, live under a rock lmao

They explain theres a whole ass prophecy

Abt how the Great Architect would succumb to a long slumber somewhere else in the vast universe after making the planet.

And when the time is right, they will reconnect to Teyvat, and awaken, and descend in a mortal form

(like the archons)

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..but the kicker is nobody knows wtf they look like bc:

1. All that lore is hella crumbly and old, and very hard to translate

2. Mortal forms sometimes look different than god forms, so even if they did know some defining features of the Creator, that wasnt guaranteed to be them...

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(i.e. they will have brown eyes, well. Thats a fuckton of ppl with brown eyes innit? 💀)

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So thru certain signs, that this mysterious prophecy wooooo

Said would happen, the nations of Teyvat and their many supernatural inhabitants are aware the ultimate god has descended

(The crops flourished? Animals got more wily, many of the sick ppl got better for no reason, the Irminsul started regrowing/filling out its base- like how it looked like a lightning struck tree rn 💀)

So every country are now trying to find them to be the first to welcome them home

Needless to say its lowkey a competition

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Meanwhile you and Razor are just:

... (゜▽゜;)

"Haha yeah cool..."

(Andrius already told u what u r to Teyvat and explained to Razor)

Ur both immediately slapping a cloak on u and keeping the hood up all the time

Yall dont wanna be seperated :(

Ur both paranoid for diff reasons,

Razor's just scared his Lupical is going to be taken from him again bc there r better, more refined humans wanting to be ur Lupical ;-;

And ur like-

Omfg that sounds like sm work 💀

While its nice to daydream abt what itd be like to be famous, realistically,

U could not handle that shit.

People crowding you all the time?

U cant just look busted anywhere u go, like a midnight snack run

Ppl would also expect u be,

Responsible??

To act like a competent ruler maybe???

Hell no.

U just wanted to play a pretty gacha game and spoil ur skrunklies

(At least, if they do wanna call u that, they dont make u do anything political 💀 but u doubt it)

◇

Needless to say, Razor is glued to ur side everywhere u go.

A domain a half mile away? Oh he'll come with dw

Ur gonna go stop by that food merchant further up the road for ingredients? Cool he'll sniff the best ones!

Ur going to see Andrius??

Oh he needed to see him too-

😭😭🥺🥺 poor babe

♧

Surprisingly enough,

Or maybe not his house is right tf there

Diluc is the first person to actually recognize you.

Razor had been subtly steering u away from Mondstadt for 3 weeks now, ever since yall talked to the Springvale locals

An u cant say u didnt notice, but u werent rlly stopping him

You wanted to be like Venti, chillin among the ppl regardless of ur powers, not the Raiden Shogun :/

And maybe shock some ppl who dont know ur a god like him too lol

◇

Diluc had been looking around the lesser patroled areas of Mondstadt to search for the Architect

He didn't even need those incompetent knights to tell him their god had finally descended

He already saw the signs long before Mondstadt

Bc youve been in Wolvendom, the area has flourished over time, more fish in the water, more game to hunt and bigger, crows making circles in the sky despite there being no corpse

And one of the closest places to you,

Is the Dawn Winery.

Diluc's security against Venti began to hold up better, the staff didn't have to clean as much things like dirt or weather damage to the manor,

His hawk had never been faster delivering his letters, he almost thought the little guy had been drugged with something

◇

He patroled Stormterror's Lair, and deep in the woods surrounding the manor that the knights hadn't bother to go into

Afterall, he figured you'd never had a mortal form before, so u were unlikely to fend for urself for very long in the woods lol

so he wanted to find u quick (aww softy :')

He even made a trip out to the Thousand Wind Temple and Dragonspine (he did report that one to the knights, he didn't want Amber, Bennett, or Creator-forbid Klee, being the few pyro users to have to explore it)

Finally, after doing the further away locations, siginificant in history and rich with leftover magic

Diluc figured that's where you might land first, so he saved Wolvendom for last

It would at least let him check on that wolf kid and maybe get to talk to him long enough to ask him if he's seen anything unusual.

The lord of Dawn Winery manor heads into the Wolvendom woods, just as sunset colors the trees...

◇

It was a Friday evening, the sun was setting, the weather was pleasant and it was time for all of the Lupical to come together and eat a big feast!! :)

About once a month, Andrius will come out for a few nights and dine with all of yall

Hes an old wolf give him a break, he takes long naps

So u cook lots of Mondstadt favorites to eat on and a few Liyue dishes too

Razor, ur favorite helper, has helped u finish the last dish and is now romping around with the puppies bless <3

U guys have dragged ur coffee table dining table setup out to sit and eat at

Andrius lets out a not too loud, not too quiet howl, and as the wolves, Razor and you lmao join in

Yall dig in, bones flying everywhere, spagetti noodles flingling around, it would put toddlers to shame lol

◇

Diluc hears a howl that is too... big to be a regular wolf.

It filled the air of Wolvendom like no howl before it, as he used the glowing lampgrass to help light the path deeper

He sneaks past a hilichurl camp or two, all fast asleep

He scans the woods, and figures he'll search the woods besides the path after he gets to that old stone carved pit-

Food?

Diluc sniffs the air, and squints deeper into the forest

The black branches shade the way ahead, but just barely... he can see the flicker of orange and blue light?

He summons his claymore, bracing it on his shoulder, and creeps into the treeline to better hide him

◇

You swear to god (dammit swear to.. you??) someone is watching you.

You look around the piles of fluffy doggos, happy and stuffed full they r slowly forming puppy piles

Andrius is finishing his meat platter, also sitting on all four legs on the ground

Razor is splayed on his back beside you, eyes closed, his feet sticking out the other side of the table, u chuckle at him

But not a single Lupical seems to be looking at you.

Gulping down your last few bites, you scan the treeline

U refuse to be that bitch in a horror movie where their gut says smth is off and they brush it off or barely look at their surroundings

Turning around to the treeline behind you, u see something... red fur?

U sit up some more, peering over the bushes at the bottom of the trees

You meet a pair of warm brown eyes, widened like they're just as shocked to see you

As u notice his familiar red high ponytail (but also not?? Its weird going from 2D to 3D and still recognizing bitches)

U peer down at his chest, as he carefully stands out of the foliage-

That familiar star shaped button that u can press for the character menu screen, the same thats on Razor, on Benny, on Fischl, on Lisa-

Hovers over Diluc's chest.

◇

Diluc is in the bush, observing the human(???) stranger (he really doesnt want to attract the attention of that.. giant spirit wolf thing)

The figure sitting at a ... table?? (He can barely process all these absurdities at once, hes only got so much brain space)

Has sensed his presence, and as he grips his claymore, ready to demand answers,

Razor startles, and jumps up, smelling the pyro user, he summons his weapon-

The figure locks eyes with him, and all he sees is gold.

Diluc drops his claymore.

☆

♡

☆

Have a cliffhanger bc idk 🤷‍♂️ Also srry it wasnt exactly Mondstadt finding u, and it somehow turned into a whole scenario?? Idk man

🤧 welp i hope that was decent Razor mom! Tysm for ur sweet feedback abt our beloved son 🙏💜🐺

Feel free to always talk again, thru comments, asks whatever!! :D

♡

Cheers,

💀♒️

(guys im so stupid i coud've been signing off with this simple emoji combo the whole time,, 😭i didnt actually think abt emojifying my name, just making it look pretty with some of my fav emojis... 😔)

If anyone reads this u should let me know which one is better lol

💀♒️

OR

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

OR like a combo???

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

[pinkandpurple360]

I think it's also worth mentioning that you can still like a ship but realize the problems with it. I know a lot of Stoltiz fans who shipped it during season one because how 'messy' it was (I wouldn't call forced sex and one dehumanizing the other messy but ya know) jumped ship once season two aired being how it took away the things that they found interesting about it and attempted to make it 'wholesome' when it never was or meant to be so.

I'm complete Fizzomdous trash but even I realize the problems within season two and hate how both were defanged and feeling as if Fizz's personality and treatment from the writers made him less of the gremlin we loved while also taking away his agency (I'm the one who sent the disability ask a while ago). Yes they still have cute moments but I kinda wish their relationship they were treated like...well ya know, like they're both adults. Plus them tag team roasting your sex life. That was fun.

Hell, I could have gotten behind Stoltiz if there wasn't the full moon deal plus while still privileged Stolas at least attempted to get to know Blitzo as a person supposed to only use him for sex. Yes, Stolas still cheated and could be a bit out of touch with reality without realizing how much this is affecting Octavia, but at least there's a chance of character development and a real messy kind of relationship.

Helluva Boss is supposed to be a show for adults yet treats its audience like children more than shows aimed for that demographic. It feels as if it wants to write messy or dark dynamics but then backpedals and tries to 'savage' what's already an unhealthy relationship into something that we should be rooting for. Honestly it wouldn't surprise at this point if Viv chooses to recon the whole of season one being it makes Stolas look bad when he was suppose to be the bad guy to begin with.

Sorry for rambling...

Anon, if every message was like you. I’d never be getting irritated with people. Please know I don’t have a problem with anything said here.

And that’s fine, because we don’t all have to debate things. You don’t have to feel guilty for liking or not liking something. Even if people test me sometimes that’s at least what I try to stick to. I’m tired of shipping wars. You are in no way a bad person if you don’t feel like looking deep into things that happened because everyone will enjoy things differently. I run a blog that’s partially random ‘turn your brain off and enjoy it’ content; and critical content where I really don’t hold back.

So I think this has all taught me to improve my tagging systems so people can filter it and only have to engage with it if they want to.

I completely understand and agree with you, and people should enjoy the fanon in any way they choose. Because those are the fans stories, their content, their original material. They also aren’t above critique when things go to nasty territory (you probably know the kind I mean) but are usually harming nobody.

Its different when we get to ignoring and recontextualising canon events that all of us saw. “That didn’t happen the way you remember” “you’re delusional if you think the scene happened like that” (this oneeee 👹🔥🔥) or when it gets really bad, reaching levels of “actually sex consent is a flexible thing, like paying rent” 😶😶because then it leaves the realm of fiction, and right to reality.

Personally, the romantic relationships other than moxxie and Millie weren’t why I ever watched the show. I don’t really find relationship melodrama fun but if I’m suppose to take it seriously, I will.

I think I’d like Stolitz as exes that are now on ok terms. Almost like an anti verosika. The first relationship Blitzø ended in a more healthy way. Them both realising the spark has gone, the feelings weren’t really “love” but loneliness, and that they learned a lot from each other, but don’t really like each other anymore that way, too much bad blood had happened, and have very different priorities and values in life. A scene where Blitz sees Stolas at Ozzies with someone new, with them both smiling and chatting and stolas blushing at his new crush, and the other guy blushing back and crushing just as hard, then we see blitz genuinely smiling and happy for him without any hint of jealousy, then heading back to pride with his friends, that’s a beautiful ending. To me anyway.

Hell if Via feels this strongly like Stolas’ lustful obsession is ruining his relationship with her. That is grounds for ending it. My dude, he’s just not the one for you. LooLoo land and Seeing Stars, where it ends with Stolas holding Via, only her, while IMP are in their own corner, separate, but happy, those are the happy endings. Not tacking stolas onto IMP and having Via tell us that stolas loves blitz over her even though he honestly…doesn’t. Like cmon there’s no way in any universe blitz is competing with Octavia.

Man can you imagine if Via helped Stolas make a lustinder, do a profile pic, find new dating tactics and choose an outfit? And be very supportive and excited for him? Hi?? yes?? that’s super cute and that’s stolas fixed for me. Stella shouldn’t be his only romantic history and frame of reference, that’s bonkers.

[evilcokito]

COCCOOCOCCOCOCOCO HOW ARE YOU??? KEEPING HYDRATED??? LOOKING AFTER YOURSELF???

I SAW THIS LITTLE SIGN IN THE NEW YEAR BACKGROUND AND WHAT??? ITS ACTUALLY SO CUTE!!! THE LITTLE SKILL WITH A LITTLE HAT!!!! Sam make this into marketable merch please, I would buy the hell out of it-

IT CAN BE THOSE LITTLE PLUSHIE KEYCHAINS FOR BAGS!!! But I love love love how the hat dwarfs the skull. It’s so cute!!!

Also Urm ignore the person I have on my Home Screen yeah that’s nobody- don’t worry

*The earth cracks.Appears, relive from the hells, among the flames of what we call... the climate of my country*

CERU CERU CERU HOW ARE YOU???? I hope well, drink lots of water and take good care of yourself! also hope you had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. THE MESSAGE YOU TAG ME on New Year's! IT WAS A VERY FUN YEAR WITH YOU TOOO!!! THANK YOUUU sorry this is too late---

NNoOO i don't need to hydrate! All this holidays I was reading Dracula and my thoughts are on that magenta RED eyes... ok well some water at this moment it would be good thank you.

AAAH YYEESS, SAM STUDY MARKETING!!! Everything he makes... makes you want to buy it. It is a trap? oh well. That design has too much-high Faciler energy...

KEYCHAINS??? incredibly cool and cute, give me 500. It's part of Sam specialty to "force" to buy a product you don't necessarily need... OKKKKKK, probably we do need it now- but bargain, haggle for that thing. Don't let him win it's part of his plan.

THE PERSON IN CERU HOME SCREEN??! You have all my attention... HOW CAN I IGNORE IT NOW???!

Are you giving him kisses?

[thefrsers]

Not that you need permission, but I saw a comment and without starting drama bc that’s dumb, as someone else who had to wait until tonight to watch…I was bothered zero by your early gifs because…I didn’t log in until I’d watched bc I knew there’d be spoilers.

It’s not your responsibility to make sure nobody gets spoiled. At most (and you may have even done this) you could tag posts so people could hide the tag but I still go with if I can’t watch until late, I just avoid tumblr. It’s not that hard.

Your gifs are beautiful and I loved logging in and seeing them as soon as the credits rolled. Thank you for the time and energy you put in to having them ready to fangirl over right away.

The ep was awesome and I’m going to enjoy reliving key moments through posts like yours over the next 5-6 months until the second half of the season airs 🥴

Aw, thank you so much for your kind words, you’re so sweet🥹 And I understand ppls frustration as well and we're all entitled to feel certain way about it and I try to take that into consideration. For myself, I live in the US do I get to get the eps early on and when I do I will always tag every tag I can think of so that ppl who dnt want to be spoiled can blacklist it or smth. But I am also someone who will also share things as soon as they’re available cos I love sharing stuff with everyone or for those that aren’t able to get things(cos starz sucks lbh)and want for them to have the chance to see them. I know not everyone wants to be spoiled but I do make sure to use certain tags like #OutlanderSpoilers specifically so ppl can see that. Ofc, I am more then ok with anyone blocking/muting/unfollowing me if that helps them not have to be spoiled I wnt be offended or anything. You do whatever you need to give yourself a peace of mind I am all for that. Lastly, thank you all for your continued love and support means so much🥰🫶🏽

[bebethsas]

*giglgles* here’s a rant I’ve had sitting in my drafts for a bit now. I think now is the perfect time to post it. Enjoy Beth’s impassioned ramblings from ~1 month ago (and sorry in advance, I know that this is LONG):

“Chrissy…this is for you.”

 Holyjesusmotherof—

I am on the floor. I am dead. I am lying on my stomach, staring off into the middle distance with a look that can only be described as stunned disbelief, or just straight-up stunned. They would have been a f*cking powderkeg, wouldn’t they?

Dear mother of god, the way he says that, so softly, so reverently, I…

If they’d been given just a smidge more time, they (yes, they) would have loved each other so *fiercely*.

They would have been goddamn explosive. They would have (accidentally) rocked the school to its foundations and razed the HS to the ground (more like, they exist, and the high school tears itself apart because of their relationship’s existence). There is no doubt in my mind that if there was a sliver of a chance for one of them to bring the other back from the dead, they’d do it.

Like, the kind of love where you claw through brick and cinderblock with your bare hands to reach them, and you don’t notice until long afterwards that you’ve torn like…six of your nails, and your hands are bleeding. And sure, you have to keep your hands wrapped in bandages for the next couple of weeks while they heal, but who cares??? What does it matter?? They’re alive, you found them, they’re here. Like the minute one of them is in danger, the other person doesn’t hesitate, they just leap.

Like, yo Bangles, you wanna talk Eternal Flame? That’s an eternal flame. Like, a flame that keeps burning over centuries kind of “Eternal” flame; like the Olympic fire that they’re supposed to keep burning forever and ever (it doesn’t, but shhhhh), like a candle in a sea of darkness that against all odds never, ever goes out. That’s the kind of love I mean here.

Like, saying ‘I’ll find you in the next life,’ and then they do, kind of eternal flame.

Like, “death cannot stop true love, it can only delay it a little while,” kind of un-douseable flame. Not an uncontrollable wildfire, or even a small campfire. Just, this strong yet persevering little candle that provides comfort, joy, and light. Doesn’t hurt nobody, isn’t insatiably hungry or all-consuming, it just…is.

They are an example of true love, and no one can convince me otherwise. And I mean actual true love, like 2 puzzle pieces that naturally click together. It’s like they were made for each other, but it was an *accident*.

It’s not like a deity took a soul, split it in half, and then zotted these 2 halves down onto earth and went ‘here, now go find each other.’ It’s more like they created one soul, and then created another soul, and by sheer coincidence or serendipity or chance or whatever, these two line up perfectly, with no imperfections or jagged bits in the way.

They are Agatha and Oliver (I will elaborate on another post, christ this post got fuckin long).

Jesus christ how can I be so damn shook over one line, that it’s making me spiral and pull out analogies and references that are *deeply* buried in my brain??

I’m gonna end up writing a gottdamn thesis on (the way I view) their relationship, aren’t I?

…yes. Yes, I probably am.

  Anyway, that’s the tale of when I first saw the scene, and had to have a bit of a lie-down for a while, because thoughts were spiraling.

...ok, I wrote tags for this, then realized that I should probably put them in the body of the post too. So:

#no joke those 2 seconds of “Chrissy...this is for you” used to make me literally so weak, that I had to dramatically lean on furniture to stay upright. #the emotion #the goddamn EMOTION

#and Chrissy is such a sweetheart, #and Eddie was so kind and gentle with her...

#you know, you just KNOW, that she would have loved him with the fierceness of a lioness

#because when you’re sad, and scared, and lonely, and feel like none of your supposed ‘loved ones’ can or will listen--or even care (let alone ask) about how you’re doing

#and you are doing EVERYTHING you can just to continue on, #with seemingly ZERO support #to have someone come along and *help* you, #no questions asked, #no returned favors needed or asked for

#to have someone instantly *know* that you’re going through it, #respect your need for privacy, #and treat you so gently and reverently, #like you’re worthy of being loved???

(and again, not comment on the fact that you’re *clearly* going through it, because they respect that it’s probably not any of their business, and you probably don’t *want* to talk about it, and even though you *should* talk about it, they’re not going to push you)

#yeah. #even if they weren’t interested in you romantically, it’s too late #they have your heart now and forever

#genuinely kind people are not easy to find #don’t get me wrong they *exist*, #they’re not *rare*, #they’re just hella hard to FIND

#so once you DO find one?? #yeah you’re glomming onto that person like a barnacle and refusing to let go

[verdesart]

Waiting for something to happen?

19yo | she/her or they/them | PL/ENG

You can call me Vii or Ratz

Commissions? Why not. I take USD/PLN and if you're on Flight Rising game currency. Check my page for more info!

My ask-box is open I love doing those 🔥 

Multifandom artist and OC enjoyer, you get what you get </3

All art tag -> #verdes_art

Fanart tag -> #verdes_fanart

Oryginal art work tag -> #verdes_artwork or verdes_ocs

Actually... I saw someone do those tags and I'm like HELL YEAH?? Let me make MORE. Nobody needs them but I LOVE useless organisation. Plus you get to see my fandoms grabs you into my pocket. Click READ MORE!

Madness Combat -> #verdes_madcom

Phighting! -> #verdes_phighting

Transformers -> #verdes_transformers

Rain World -> #verdes_rainworld

Omori -> #verdes_omori

Oryginal characters my beloved -> #verdes_ocs

Okay fine we ball I MIGHT post something from Sonic here -> #verdes_sonic smh............... When we're at it I also love love love Spiderman and Ghost rider but I don't think I'd draw anything from that. Oh also Dick Grayson my beloved. Also Danny Phanton. Also DID I MENTION NINJA TURTLES OR MONKIE KID YET- Ok I think that's like, most of my hyperfixations

I used to animate, nowdays I'm just making animatics </3 Really wanna get back into that though. I'm a self taught artist, I prefer to make sketchy art works over full renders. The messier the better

[broken--stardust]

the way i see you - j.t.k.

a/n: i received three different asks requesting a fic with an overweight reader. i am personally fat as well, so the way i wrote it was definitely based on some personal experience. also, i am completely aware that this situation does not only apply to cisgender women, but this is written with a female reader because that is what the prompts depicted, and i've personally experienced a lot of body issues with my afab body, so that is how the reader's body is described.

summary: this is a fic to answer a combination of three requests i received.

1. I just saw your post asking for comfort fic requests! I’m thicker and really self conscious about it and sometimes it’s a lot worse and right now is one of those times. Specifically the feeling that nobody would ever truly love me romantically because of it. If you could write a story where Jake and y/n are dating and he helps convince her that he loves her and finds every part of her, even the stretch marks, so attractive that would mean a lot. This could lead to a lil smut if you wanted or not that’s ok too! 2. Hii, I just literally had this happen to me and I was wondering if you were interested in maybe writing a blurb for it w Jakey. My parents just made fun of how I’m overweight and even tho I’ve lost 20 pounds apparently I’m still too fat for them and they like to make comments about it. I wish I had Jake here to remind me how beautiful I am instead of feeling like shit and crying 3. id love to see a fat reader be insecure about her body. i've seen so many where y/n is just curvy, but i've never seen any with an actual fat girl. i've been feeling so down about my body lately and reading something like that would be very helpful

pairing: jake x f. reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: SMUT (18+, specific smut warnings after the cut), negative self image, asshole parent, explicit descriptions of afab body and amab body, cussing

SMUT warnings: kissing, licking, biting, oral (f. receiving), crying during sex, cock-warming if you squint, *making love*, slow intimate sex :')

You slid the deep navy dress over your head. You pulled and shimmied it over your breasts and took a deep breath and held it in as you sucked in your stomach, as you attempted to tug the dress down the rest of the way. You yanked on the silky fabric as hard as you could, but it had no stretch to it, leaving it bunched up under your chest and across the top of your stomach. “Goddammit” you muttered under your breath as you tugged it back over your head and threw it into the small pile to your side of discarded, ill-fitting clothes. You fought back tears as you stared at your closet, overwhelmed at the task of finding something that fit you well and wasn’t your usual choice of leggings and a comfy oversized t-shirt or sweater. Clearly, you hadn’t gone out recently or you would’ve shopped for new clothes. As you scanned the racks of clothing on your side of the walk-in, a lacy, maroon number caught your eye. You reached for the hanger and pulled the dress into view, just as you heard the shower shut off. You traced your fingers over the still attached tag, examining the size. Worth a try. You slipped it over your shoulders, the skirt cascading easily down your body. It hugged your waist in all the right places and directed the attention to your cleavage in a flattering way with its sweetheart neckline. You did a little spin in front of the mirror in the back of the closet. The skirt flared in an adorable way, bringing a smile to your face as you felt like a little girl again. But, as you looked at the back of the dress, all you could see was where your skin puffed out in rolls beneath the band of your bra. You were so lost in thought, you didn’t realize someone had walked into the closet until you felt strong arms secure you in a tight embrace from behind, the skin of them still warm and slightly damp from the shower.

“You look absolutely ravishing, baby,” Jake drawled in his husky voice, kissing your neck lightly. You spun around in his arms, and took in his appearance, his damp, dark tresses laying in silky strands across his neck and shoulders, and a towel hanging low and loose on his hips. You gave him a peck on his nose.

“You think so?” you asked as you turned around to take another look at yourself in the mirror, seeing his eyes staring into yours in it.

“I know so. I can’t wait to take it off of you later.” You watched as he leaned in and lifted up your hair, kissing the back of your neck and biting ever so slightly. He licked over the mark he left, that he made sure could be hidden again by your hair. He placed another kiss on your cheek, and let his towel fall to the floor as he moved about the closet to his side, finding his outfit for the evening.

You gazed upon his naked form, taking in the delicate muscle definition in his arms, that became more prominent as he would lift different hangers off the racks as he tried to decide what to wear. You looked at his pecks, perfectly formed and slightly perky, the nipples symmetrical and dark, complimenting his tan skin tone. You observed his abdomen, he didn’t have a six pack, but he had a slender waistline and muscle tone. His dainty love handles stuck out ever so slightly above his hips. His ass was tight and round, his thighs thick and curvy in the most enticing way. There was not a single flaw on his body. No wonder he didn’t have a care in the world about walking around naked, not a single thought of modesty. He didn’t have a thing on his body to hide. Sure, you had been together for several years and he had seen you naked on multiple intimate occasions, but you’d never had the confidence to parade around naked. Even after sharing a shower with him, you would put on a robe the second you left the bathroom. Sexily stripping for him was out of the question. You didn’t even like to be on top. The best thing for you was missionary with the lights off. The thought had crossed your mind several times, that he would get tired of this. But, he never once made you feel uncomfortable or pressured to do something that you didn’t appear interested in.

“Hey,” Jake’s voice shook you out of your thoughts, “if you keep looking at me like that, we will never make it out of this closet.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you gave him a little smile. “Sorry. You’re just pretty.”

He grinned at you as his cheeks tinged a light shade of pink. “Well, thank you. You’re much prettier.”

“Am not.”

He maneuvered his way back to your side. “Are so,” he said with a peck to your nose. He held up a deep maroon button-up still on its hanger. “What do you think of this one? With black jeans? We can match” he finished with a smile.

“I think you’d look amazing in that,” you answered with a smile. You’d look amazing in literally anything you put on.

Once he slipped on his black chelsea’s, he turned to you with a large grin on his face. “Ready to go?”

“Ready.”

You were meeting up with your parents at a fancy restaurant for your father’s birthday. Once you arrived, you both greeted your parents and began scanning the menu. The night went on smoothly, the four of you engaging in conversation, catching up.

As the night neared its end, your mother pulled out a cake your father’s name and happy birthday on it and began cutting it into slices. You took a small piece, and realized it was your favorite, banana.

“Damn,” Jake began after swallowing his last bite, “that was amazing. I think I’ll have another if you don’t mind”.

“Of course not!” your mother answered and began cutting him another slice. You had just finished yours as well.

“You know, I think I’ll have another piece too,” you stated.

Your mother gave you a look with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure?” she questioned, her tone laced with disapproval.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, immediately understanding her insinuation without her needing to say the words and looked down in embarrassment as you felt the sting of tears prick the corner of your eyes in your humiliation. You hoped her suggestion would be lost on Jake, but ever-the-intuitive one, he noticed immediately. He coughed on the bite he had just taken and stared at her with wide eyes. You quickly grabbed the hand that was rested on his leg and squeezed, hoping he would understand you didn’t want him to say anything. He squeezed back and stroked his thumb across your fingers in reassurance. Your father cleared his throat after a moment and changed the subject, directing the conversation to Jake’s band.

Jake never let go of your hand, holding it tightly as you walked to his car. He opened the car door for you wordlessly, and once you were seated, he kissed your forehead.

Once he began driving, you could feel the anger radiating off of him, seeing it visibly in the way he tightly gripped the steering wheel. After a few minutes of silence, he grabbed the hand you had resting in your lap.

“Hey baby?” he asked.

“Hmm?” you mumbled.

“You are incredibly sexy. That dress is fucking stunning. Your boobs especially look amazing in it” he finished with a flirty raise of his eyebrows.

You giggled at that, albeit half-hearted. When you didn’t respond anymore to that, he let out a little sigh.

“Are you okay?”

You let out a sigh of your own. “My mom can be a bitch sometimes. I’ve always known that, you know that, it’s fine. She says things without thinking. I’m okay.” Of course, that wasn’t true. You were completely and utterly humiliated. What little confidence the dress you chose gave you was not strong enough to not be shattered by her words and the tone in which she said them. You hated that she would say something like that in front of your boyfriend. All you could think about was how perfect your boyfriend’s figure was, how she had no issue giving him another piece, and how undeserving of someone like him, especially that looked like him, you were. You turned your head towards the window as you felt the tears start to fall, doing your best to hide them from Jake.

He squeezed your hand, taking your silence as you not wanting to converse any longer, and focused on the road.

Once back in your shared home, you entered your bedroom and immediately grabbed the skirt of the dress and began pulling it up to bring it over your head.

“Hey!” Jake started from the doorway, “I meant what I said earlier, I wanna take that off.”

You dropped the skirt but didn’t turn to face him, as the tears began to pool in your eyes again. “I’m not really in the mood, Jakey.” You heard him take two steps towards you, and felt his arms snake around your waist.

“Baby, don’t let your dumbass mom ruin this night for us. We both look hot as fuck if I do say so myself, and we should celebrate that” he finished as he placed a smiley, wet kiss to your neck.

You turned to face him, still constrained in his arms, and his face fell as he watched a tear escape from the corner of your eye.

“Oh, honey,” he breathed as he reached up to wipe the tear away with his thumb. He pulled you into a tight embrace, stroking your hair as he held you. He held you tighter as he felt your body begin to shake with quiet sobs. When your breathing slowed, he pulled away slightly and looked into your eyes, cradling your chin with one of his hands, the other still wrapped around your side.

“Y/N. You are so fucking beautiful. Absolutely perfect. I will do whatever I need to do to spend the rest of my life showing you that.” He paused and reached up with his thumb to wipe another stray tear from next to your nose. “God, baby, I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I just want you to see yourself the way I see you.” He placed a kiss to your nose. “Can I show you baby?” he kissed your lips now, and you kissed him back with raw intensity. “Can I show you how beautiful you are to me?” he asked between kisses to your lips that were now turning wet and sloppy. You pulled away and gazed into his eyes, full of adoration, but also animalistic passion. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded. He slotted your lips with his again as he pushed you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed.

“Sit down, my love.” You did as he requested and watched him kneel to the floor in front of you. He gently picked up one of your feet, still adorned in the black, suede pumps you wore, and began undoing the strap. As he pulled it off, he placed a kiss to your ankle, and grabbed your other foot, completing the same action. He began to kiss up your ankle and calf, moving his hand on your other leg at the same pace, with featherlight touches. Once he reached above your knees, where the bottom of the skirt fell, he lightly bit the bottom of your thigh, and grabbed both your hands to pull you off the bed.

Once you were standing, he slowly undid the small zipper at your side. The fabric began to loosen around you as the zipper reached below your waist, and he gently grabbed the silk straps and slid them down your shoulders and off your fingers. He gave a little tug to the waistband to pull it over your hips, and he watched in amazement as the maroon fabric pooled at your feet. He took his lip between his teeth as he scanned your body up and down, you now clad in only your black bra and underwear.

“Fucking magnificent.” He breathed. “Can you lay on the bed for me, baby? On your back.” You did as he asked, and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and let it drop to the ground. He undid his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his black jeans, and slid them down his legs, leaving him in only dark blue boxer briefs. He crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees in between your legs. He caressed your cheek lightly, a tiny smile spreading across his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

You averted your gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

“Hey,” he used the hand on your cheek to grab your chin and gently turn your face toward him until you had to meet his eyes. “Can you tell me what makes you think you aren’t?”

You took both your hands and ran them across the roll that was more on display due to the underwire of your bra pushing it out, and traced them down your stomach, stopping on either side of your bellybutton where the most stretch marks resided. Under his gaze, you lightly ran your fingertips across the stretched skin, it feeling different under your fingertips than your unmarred skin.

“Well, I’ll tell you what I think. First of all, watching you stroke over your body like that is unbelievably sexy. And, second, I love this” he said he kissed a trail across the pouch of skin beneath your bra. He kissed down your stomach until he met your bellybutton, his tongue darting out to circle it. “Third, these,” he said as he ran his hands across your stretch marks until they met yours, “are fucking gorgeous. They’re unique and beautiful. I love how they shine a little differently than the rest of your skin.” He began to kiss and lick across them, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and occasionally a little nibble here and there. “What else, baby?”

You ran your hands beneath where your legs emerged from your underwear, tracing the stretch marks there across the tops of your thighs.

“These too. Beautiful.” He answered and began kissing across them. Tears started to prick the corners of your eyes, and you sniffled a bit. He raised his head from your thighs and crawled atop your body, his face right above yours. He took one of his hands and tangled his fingers into your hair, his palm resting on your cheek. With his other, he grabbed one of yours and squeezed. “God baby, you are so fucking sexy. I love you so much.” With that, he took your lips between his.

As the kissing became more heated, he licked a stripe across your bottom lip, silently requesting access. You parted your lips further for him, and he graciously accepted, his tongue dancing with yours as you let out a quiet moan. He moaned back, stroking your cheek lightly and tangling his fingers further into your hair. With your free hand, you began gently running it up and down his back, before stopping at his neck and latching onto his locks of hair resting there.

You gave his hair a little tug, and with that he let out a groan and began kissing and nibbling all over your neck and up to your earlobe, biting lightly. He pulled away from you slowly, stopping when his face hovered above yours, and could gaze into your eyes.

“Baby, can I keep showing you how beautiful you are?” he asked, pupils blown wide with love and lust. You could only nod. With your permission, he began kissing between your breasts, snaking his hands behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra. Now that they were freed, he paid special attention to them. He rolled one of your nipples between his fingertips as he licked circles around the other, and bit down lightly. “Been staring at your boobs all night, baby. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to have them in my mouth.” He said between laps of his tongue.

Once he was satisfied with the attention he had given them, he licked a trail from between them, and down until he met the band of your panties. He looked up to into your eyes, silently asking for permission. You gave him a subtle nod, and with that, he quickly pulled them down your legs.

He started slow, kissing all over the top of your pelvis. He left little bites across your thighs, as he slowly brought a finger up between your folds, but never entering you. When you were sufficiently writhing and moaning, he slowly slid a finger into your entrance as he licked a slow circle around your hardened clit. On instinct, you bucked up into his mouth. He used his free hand to press down on your pelvic bone, pushing you back down into the bed. He continued to lap and suck on your clit, as he added another finger and slowly fucked them in and out of you. You let out a breathy moan at the sensations.

“Baby,” he began as he removed his lips from your clit, never ceasing the fucking of his fingers. You looked down at him, the sight you were met with enough to make you gasp, as his face was already covered in your juices. “You are a fucking goddess. You taste amazing” he finished, as he began sucking on your clit again, causing you to let out a guttural moan. You watched as he licked down to where his fingers were fucking you, licking up your juices and moaning himself as he tasted more of you. He began to pump his fingers faster, as he added pressure to your clit with his tongue, licking across it, up and down, in time with his fingers. You could feel yourself begin to tighten around his fingers, clenching each time he would thrust them back into you. You were a writhing mess beneath him, squirming and groaning with each movement of his. With his free hand, he grabbed one of yours and you squeezed it tight.

“Come on angel, I know you’re so close. You deserve this. Cum for me, baby.” You let out a sob as he sucked hard on your clit, his tongue circling it. “I feel you baby, you’re getting so tight on my fingers.” He talked you through it as you gasped and moaned. “That’s it baby, yes, yes,” he urged as you let out a scream. “Come on baby, cum. Cum all over my face, baby. Yes, there you go” he praised as the breath left your lungs and your vision went white. You squeezed your thighs together, trapping his hand inside of you as he continued to fuck you through it. “Good girl, that’s so good. You did amazing, angel.” He placed a kiss to your clit as he removed his fingers.

Jake crawled back up your body and immediately kissed you with all the passion in the world. You could taste yourself on him as he lapped into you, both of you moaning in sync. “God, baby, that was so beautiful. You came so beautifully for me.” He praised between kisses. He pulled away and stared into your eyes with so much adoration, it made you tear up again. “God, Y/N, I love you so much.”

You reached a hand up and caressed his face. “I love you too” you replied as a tear left your eye. You reached both hands down and began tugging on the waistband of his briefs, his hardened cock springing free from its confines as you pulled them down his hips. He pulled them off the rest of the way and lined himself up with you.

You stared into each other’s eyes as he entered you slowly, both of you groaning as he filled you up. Once he bottomed out, he grabbed one of your hands and laced your fingers together, and brought his other hand up to your cheek. “I love you, so fucking much, beautiful girl.” He smiled as you sniffled, your eyes never leaving his. “You are everything to me, Y/N. I’ll show you every day. You are an angel. Fucking gorgeous.”

You blinked as tears escaped, cascading down your cheeks as you smiled at him. “I love you, too.” You answered. He placed a kiss to your lips, full of passion and intensity. When he pulled away, you both smiled at each other, your gazes never leaving each other’s, as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you.

He leaned down and began kissing you again, both of you moaning as the kisses grew sloppier along with his thrusts. You were squeezing each other’s hands and using your free hands to tangle them in each other’s hair. In between each thrust and kiss, Jake was filling your ears with praises and adoration. He repeated over and over how much he loved you and how beautiful you are like a mantra, both of you moaning as he hit the spot deep inside you, his rhythm picking up slightly.

It wasn’t long before you were clenching around him, as he whispered, “God, you’re so fucking sexy when you cum around me”, your climax washing over you in waves of pleasure as he continued making love to you. As you cried out, he spilled into you, groaning your name.

He kissed your cheeks, your hairline, your nose, and your eyelids as they closed. He never let go of your hand as he kissed your lips again.

He pulled away so his face hovered above yours again. “I love you, so much, my beautiful baby.”

You caressed his cheek and he leaned into your touch, his eyes not leaving yours. “I love you, Jake. Thank you so much.”

He turned his head slightly and placed a kiss to your palm. He got up slowly and went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. He knelt between your legs and cleaned himself off of you, placing a chaste kiss on each thigh, and just above your bellybutton.

After he deposited the cloth into the hamper, he climbed back into bed with you, both of your rolling onto your sides to face each other. You were both so spent, there were no words left to say, anything you could speak being said with your actions. He kissed your forehead, and then placed a light kiss to each of your closed eyelids. You fell asleep facing him, in each other’s arms, legs intertwined as he stroked your back lightly. -fin.