#sunny speaks 🦋

[softboiidiaz]

I was gone for a while, maybe not many noticed but I needed some time away for personal stuff and to center myself again.

I missed this place and all my mutual! I’ve slowly been working through my tag, im trying not to spam lol. Anyway I’m here and I’m better and most importantly—I’m back on my buddie bullshit 😌

[callsign-rogueone]

like snow on the beach - r.g.

Ridoc Gamlyn x marked!reader a continuation of love at first fight, part of the Ridoc and Sweetheart series 🦋 words: 2.8k 🏷: FOURTH WING SPOILERS. she/her, feminine reader (wears a dress for Reunification Day, referred to as a girl/woman). mentions of canon character death, mentions of dissociation and anxiety. you have a panic attack, but someone helps you through it. titled after the tswift song!

“Don’t look now, but that guy from second squad is staring at you again,” Liam says quietly. “At your four.”

You twist in your seat as if cracking your back, looking over your shoulder. Sure enough, the cute curly-haired boy who had handed you the dagger you’d won from Jack Barlowe the other day is looking right at you. 

“Say the word and I’ll handle him,” Imogen offers, picking at her nails with disinterest. She’s been itching for another fight since her last opponent tapped out after ten seconds. 

The tall redhead sitting across from him notices you’re looking in their direction, and he kicks his friend under the table. He looks away quickly, starting a conversation with the rest of the group. Not discreet at all.

“Hurting anyone in Sorrengail’s squad wouldn’t go over well with Xaden. And look at him. He’s harmless,” you defend. 

“He definitely doesn’t want to kill you,” Liam agrees. “He’s just smitten.”

You glance to your right again. He has his back turned now, still engaged in conversation with his friends, who are all laughing at something he said.

So he’s the class clown type. Interesting.

Imogen scoffs. “He can bark up that tree all he wants, but we all know it’ll never get him anywhere.”

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And bark he does. You can’t shake the guy and his sunny personality. He’s everywhere you are, always having something to say, some shameless line to drop on you.

“If I make this bullseye, you have to let me take you out for dinner. There’s an amazing pasta place in town, you’ll love it.”

“No,” you say flatly.

“You don’t like pasta?” He asks, and you know that if you say you don’t, he’ll just offer something else. 

“I do. But we’re not going out.” 

He misses by an inch and a half anyway.

You pick up one of your own blades, weighing it carefully in one hand before pulling it back and letting sail. It lands to the left of his, in the dead center of the target.

He doesn’t look embarrassed in the slightest. “Alright, we’ll stay in and work on my aim. Just you, me, and a whole rack of knives. What do you say?” 

“I’d say that putting us in a room with one weapon is a bad idea.”

He grins. “There’s just something undeniably sexy about a woman who wants to kill me.” 

“I don’t want to kill you.” It’s true -- you have no ill will toward the guy, you just wish he’d quit while he’s behind.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You falter for a moment, thinking about it. You don’t think you’ve ever been objectively mean to him, just blunt in declining his advances.

“You’re moving your arm too much,” you say instead, yanking your dagger out of the wood panel, but leaving his where it stands, off-center. “Less in the elbow, more in the wrist.”

You don’t stick around to watch him try again.

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Nothing seems to discourage him, not your dry responses nor being ignored completely. He’s determined to keep chipping away at your shell, but why?

“Is your dragon mated? I was thinking we could go on a double date. Aotrom’s an upstanding guy, she’d like him.”

You can’t even begin to imagine the conversations this guy must have with his dragon. Is he as weary of the boy’s enthusiasm as you are, or is he encouraging this behavior?

“I’d consider it if he wasn’t missing so many teeth,” Rhith muses. “But he’s a bit old for my taste.” 

“Their personalities wouldn’t mesh at all,” you answer, as if you’re speaking about Rhith and Aotrom, and not you and Ridoc. 

“I think if she gave him a chance, she’d change her mind,” he says slyly.

“I don’t date men under six foot.”

He mimes taking a knife to the chest. “You wound me, sweetheart. But I promise I can make up for it in all the ways that matter.”

“With that dazzling sense of humor?” 

“I was going to make a dick joke, actually. But I’m glad you think I’m dazzling.”

You roll your eyes, leaving.

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You have never considered yourself vain, but you’d spent a full minute admiring your reflection in the bathroom mirror before heading down for the festivities. 

The formal dress looks incredible on you. Tight in all the right places, the cut highlights the muscle you’ve gained since starting the term at Basgiath, but it covers enough to still be somewhat professional.

You don’t need jewelry -- your rebellion relic is the perfect accessory, the black swirls forming the illusion of a lace sleeve up one arm, complimenting the black satin draped over your skin.

You’d even fixed up your hair for the occasion, freeing it from its usual sweaty braids and washing and drying it carefully, letting it fall over the exposed curves of your shoulders. Simple. Perfect.

Imogen hadn’t hesitated to hype you up when she saw you, her jaw dropping at the sight. “Holy shit, girl, you look hot. If you’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in the quadrant, tonight would be the night to do it.”

You laugh. “I’ll be perfectly content to have a calm night. Some boring speeches, some fireworks, and then straight to bed.”

“Suit yourself,” she calls, headed off.

“Someone should tell Amari that she’s missing an angel.” 

You don’t need to turn to know who it is, but you look over your shoulder at him anyway.

Ridoc continues to wax poetic, a lazy smile on his face. “You are a goddess among men. The kind of woman bards write songs about and men go to war over.”

“How many drinks have you had?” 

“None,” Sawyer answers for his friend, sounding like he could use one himself. “This is just the way he is.”

Ridoc agrees, grinning. “Stone cold sober, gorgeous. I want to remember this sight forever.”

You laugh at his bold absurdity, and the light, clear sound goes straight to his heart.

He beams even brighter. “You laughed. That’s a crack in the armor.”

“You’re a menace to society, Gamlyn.” 

“Gods, I love it when you’re mean to me,” he says with a dreamy sigh. “I’m gonna write about this in my diary when I get back to my room.”

“Goodnight,” you say, ending the conversation, or trying to.

“Someday, sweetheart,” he calls, watching you walk away. “I’ll get there someday, I know I will.”

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You should already be on the flight field, but the fear gripping your heart has your boots stuck to the stone ground of the courtyard. You’ll be no use to your friends in this state, anyway. You need to relax.

You close your eyes for a moment, picturing the meadows of Tyrrendor. A dozen blue butterflies materialize in front of you, the gentle motion of their wings as they float through the night air soothing your nerves.

“Whoa.”

You startle, and the butterflies vanish, your head snapping toward the voice. 

Ridoc stands a few yards away, still in his dress uniform, though he’s undone the first two buttons of the shirt, rolled up the sleeves and ditched the jacket entirely. A few dark locks fall across his forehead, loosened from the gel that had been holding them earlier.

He looks good like this. Too good.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he offers. “I’ve just never seen anything like them before. They’re beautiful.”

You compose yourself quickly. “They’re native to Tyrrendor. They don’t live anywhere else on the continent.”

“You’ll have to show me the real ones sometime,” he says, smiling.

You raise an eyebrow at the implication that you’d be bringing him home any time soon.

He continues, not missing a beat. “I may look like a hotshot dragon rider, which I am, but we both know you’d be the one in charge between us. I’d do anything you asked, sweetheart.” 

“Anything except leave me alone?” you ask, regretting the sharp words as soon as they enter the air.

He’s silent. Maybe you’ve finally proven your point, proven to both him and yourself that you’re no good for him, that you don’t deserve the starry-eyed reverence he’s afforded you for months.

A whistle echoes across the courtyard, a three-note gliss you’d recognize anywhere; the one your parents had used to call you inside for dinner when you were kids.

You don’t turn toward the sound, still looking at Ridoc. For the first time ever, he isn’t smiling at you, and it feels like the world has stopped turning, that the sun has burnt out and the moons have disappeared from the sky.

You’re sick with guilt, struggling to form complete sentences. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… that was a really fucked up thing for me to say. I just… I don’t understand why you-”

“Hurry up,” Garrick calls, impatient. “Xaden is pissed.”

“You should go,” Ridoc says softly. “We can talk about this another day.” 

Why is he looking at you like that after what you’d said to him? Why does he still care about you? Why did he in the first place?

“Be safe,” he adds quietly, and that’s enough for you to finally move your feet, to run toward your foster brother, to follow him and Xaden to gods-know-where for their final assignment. 

Garrick’s words go in one ear and out the other as you race toward the flight field. It doesn’t matter where you’re going or what you have to do, only that you come back, that you see Ridoc again and tell him the truth.

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The next few days go by in a blur, devoid of color. You’re barely aware of your existence, just going through the motions to keep yourself alive. You sleep, you eat, but your dreams are blank and the food tasteless. 

You settle onto the cold stone of the main staircase, leaning your cheek against the banister. 

It’s easy enough to conjure a few of the soft blue butterflies, watching them flutter about above your head. You reach forward, extending your hand to one, and it lands on your finger, flapping its wings gently.

“You’re getting really good at that,” Garrick says quietly, sitting down on the step above you. 

Five years living as siblings has attuned him to your emotions -- he knows that something is wrong, that something had been wrong even before you were sent on this suicide mission and lost two of your friends. “Do you want to talk about what happened when I came to get you?”

You really don’t, but the words come out anyway. “I fucked up,” you whisper, still watching the butterflies. The sight of them only reminds you Ridoc, of the soft awe that had lingered in his eyes even after they’d disappeared — until you’d snapped at him. Gods, the look on his face…

You push the thought away, and they fade back into air. “I hurt him, because I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” He asks. There’s no judgment in his tone, just gentleness; he genuinely wants to understand.

“That he was being serious, that he actually likes me,” you answer. “I keep pushing him away, but he keeps coming back, he keeps looking at me like… like I mean something to him, and I don’t understand why. He doesn’t know me, he isn’t one of us, he isn’t even in my squad. There’s no reason for him to care about me.”

Garrick lets your words hang in the air for a moment before he speaks. “I thought it was fitting that you developed an illusion signet.”

You look up, waiting for him to elaborate.

“It took me a full year to figure you out when we met, to realize that the person you really are on the inside doesn’t match the person that you show people. I think he saw right through that perpetual stone-faced look, saw the girl that I’m proud to call a sister.”

“You really think so?” You ask quietly.

“I know so.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, a gesture that he knows is equivalent to a tight embrace from anyone else -- you’ve never been a touchy person. 

You’ve never been good at feelings, either. “It’s too damn quiet in this house,” you say after a moment, changing the subject.

He laughs. “It really is.”

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Ridoc is standing in front of you.

You’re relieved at the sight of him, that no terrible fate befell him in the week you’d been away, but you can’t handle the conversation that you need to have, not when you feel like your heart is going to give out.

“I can’t do this right now,” you say, but the words don’t come out as strongly as you’d hoped, not enough air in your lungs to speak properly. “So if you could find somewhere else to be, that would be great.”

In true Ridoc fashion, he isn’t discouraged by your protests, kneeling down next to you. “Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

His seriousness confuses you enough to comply. You raise your chin, stunned at the softness in his eyes -- you’ve never been this close to him before. He’s beautiful.

“I’m gonna check your pulse, okay?”

You nod silently, allowing him to extend a hand toward you. Two fingers press into the side of your neck, feeling for your heartbeat. 

He’s never touched you before. His hands are warm.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Basgiath,” you answer easily.

“Good. How long have you been sitting here?”

“I don’t know. Since we got out of formation?”

He realizes exactly what upset you — that must have been your first flight since you got back from War Games with the rest of the marked ones.

“I don’t know what you saw out there, and you don’t need to tell me, but whatever it is, it can’t hurt you right now,” he promises. The genuine sincerity in his voice has the tears falling faster. 

Through your blurred vision you see him open his arms, and you lean into them without hesitation. He’s so warm that you can’t help but melt as soon as your skin touches his. 

He rubs your back, speaking softly. “You’re okay, pretty girl, you’re safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You attempt to match the even pace of his chest rising and falling against yours, deepening your shuddering breaths.

“That’s it,” he soothes. “You’re doing great.”

Grief comes flooding out of you, and you clutch at the fabric of his flight jacket to remain upright. “I miss them so much,” you sob. “They didn’t deserve to die.” 

Liam and Soleil, the two marked ones that hadn’t come back with you. 

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

He continues to rub your back, murmuring soft reassurances to you until your grip on him has loosened and your breathing has slowed.

You’ve relaxed, your heart no longer pounding as it had been when he found you, but you still don’t want him to go, you couldn’t bear it if he left right now. “Stay?” You ask in a small voice.

“Of course,” he answers, pulling back to sit beside you. “As long as you need.”

Your tears have dried, leaving you with a headache and a hollow feeling in your sinuses. “Why did you help me?” You ask quietly, looking out at the river. 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Because it was the right thing to do. And because I can’t stand to see pretty girls cry.”

“Of course you’re back to cracking jokes already.”

“I’ve never been joking with you,” he says, shaking his head. “I meant every word I said to you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, but you’re so much more than that, too. You’re capable, strong, witty, kind, caring, gentle… everything about you is good, and I wish that people would see past the relic on your arm and realize that.”

You blink at him, stunned.

“It’s true,” he says softly. “When you smiled at me that day at challenges, I knew that there was a soft heart under all that steel.”

A soft heart. A sweet heart.

There’s a moment of quiet while you work up the courage. 

“Is that pasta place still there?” 

He laughs, perhaps a little too loudly, but you’ve grown to love that sound, and the way it shakes his chest is comforting, like the rumble of a thunderstorm when you’re safe and dry indoors. “I think so.”

“Wanna go there tomorrow? Together?”

He grins from ear to ear. “Are you asking me out right now, sweetheart?”

You look over at him. “Yeah. I am.”

“This is going in the diary too, for the record.”

You can’t help but laugh, leaning back against him. If only for a moment, your anxiety has melted away.

You feel like you could face anything, as long as you have Ridoc to come home to.

[queenie-avenue]

Green with Envy, Slytherin Green.

—> you're jealous, aren't you?

⤻ reader is female, reader is slytherin, reader is a bit stuck up, reader is implied to be a muggle, self indulgent, fluff, angst if you squint, jealousy, set in the 1890s with somewhat more accurate fashion and vocabulary (I was peeved they didn't make any cute outfits), reader and sebby are fifth years.

🦋 ⤻ archives.

There were many times you had seen Sebastian sitting with another young lady, and every time it happened, you felt butterflies eating your insides out. Sure, he was charming, and the moment you met, you just knew he was a popular bachelor in Hogwarts, but you had not expected him to be... such a rake. He was practically advertising himself across the entire school, and though you were deeply infatuated with him, you found it slightly unbecoming of a bachelor to do so.

Still, that charm was why you had fallen for Sebastian Sallow and how you so desperately wanted to be engaged to him.

Knowing him, though, the bachelor would rather not tie himself down like that.

You stared across the Great Hall as he sat down on one of the benches as a girl meekly whispered some words into his ear so sweetly. For a moment, you wondered what they were talking about and you wondered what she had said to cause Sebastian to laugh like that. Green with envy, she turned away and pursed her lips, looking down at her textbook on the dining table.

Still, she stole glances over at the pair.

She knew that the Wizarding World had different ideas about what was considered appropriate, but there were some certain overlaps, like not encouraging any debacuherous behaviour before one party properly proposes. So why was it that that girl was inching so close to Sebastian? If it weren't from the empty finger on her hand, she would have assumed that they were engaged.

"Even if you keep gawking at him, nothing will change." Ominis commented as he ate his porridge.

"I am not gawking." You replied primly. "I am just... observing the ettiquette of the wizarding world." You coughed, trying to cover up the blush on your cheeks despite the boy beside you being blind. "I assumed that all of you would have the same type of social norms that we have."

"We are slightly more different, a bit more Liberal when it comes to such things, I believe." He nodded.

"I see." You have a short reply as you stole one last glance before your attention was stolen away by a certain redhead.

"Hello, Garreth." You greeted with a curt smile.

"Hi, [y/n]!" He greeted with a smile.

"Salutations, Weasely." Ominis nodded as he slurped on his porridge.

"Hey, Ominis." Garreth's sunny disposition seemed to spread everywhere as he spoke. You couldn't help but smile back at the freckly boy too, he reminded you of Sebastian at times. It would be unfair to say so, though so you kept such thoughts close to your heart and locked up.

"[y/n], I was wondering if we could head to J. Pippins together? A nice promenade seems fitting on this sunny day." The sheen in his eyes was so eager you could not help but agree.

"Sure. Meet me after Char-" You were interrupted when someone's hand slammed into the table, causing both you and Ominis to flinch back, given how quiet it was before the rude introduction.

Your eyes snapped upwards, ready to reprimand whoever had been so discourteous. You were met with the sight of muddy brown eyes that matched the shade of dirt thousands of soldiers had died from. His tousled hair that you wanted to brush your hands over, to bury your face into it without needing the excuse of being comforted after a particularly bad day in class. You were almost gawking at him till he spoke up.

"[y/n] is practising duelling with me after school, though." Sebastian smiled at Garreth, his teeth sharp.

"She is?" Ominis was the first to speak up.

"I am?" You followed soon after.

"You are." Sebastian smile softened as he met your eyes.

"I don't think I am. Garreth has nicely and politely asked me to join him." You replied. "You can meet me after Charms." You directed the statement to Garreth.

"Sure." He smirked before heading off.

"What on earth was that for?" You interrogated Sebastian when Garreth was out of earshot. "You were acting ungentlemanly." You hissed at him.

"You're such a stickler for etiquette and manners, but you're the one who is going with a guy to town." He retorted. "Alone." He emphasised.

You once saw green when you looked at Sebastian, but now you just saw red. How dare he lecture you on manners and how to act with the opposite gender?

"You're the one cosying up to a bunch of girls on benches!" You replied sharper than usual.

"She's got a point." Ominis snorted at your words, and Sebastian shot him a look.

"See, Ominis agrees with me."

"Ominis agrees with everyone as long as it's to piss me off."

"Language!" You gasped.

"There it is again, your hypocritical spouting of manners and prim and proper etiquette." He spat.

"You're the one who ruined a perfectly good chat!" You retorted back.

"Ah, so I ruin everything?"

The last straw to your patience broke apart, and you swore you were ready to cast Crucio on this incorrigible boy if it would allow him to zip his mouth for a moment.

Instead, you shouted.

"Sebastian Sallow!"

Sebastian stumbled back at the use of his full name.

Finally having his attention, you smiled curtly, for once grateful for him at shutting his trap so nicely for her.

"Next time, if you want to spend time with me — instead of raking around like you usually do — you are more than welcome to ask." You breathed out a sigh. "However, do not ask me only because you find that pride of yours to be threatened by Merlin knows why."

"Understood?"

However, before your fellow Slytherin could disagree or agree, you walked away; too fed up with the freckly boy.

Sebastian finally let out a breath of air.

"Told you your plan wouldn't work." Ominis snickered.

"What gave you that idea?" Replied Sebastian sarcastically as he folded his arms, looking over at the direction in which you went.

"I told you that Prewett wasn't a good adviser, and yet you still went with his words. Now look at what you've done, [y/n] must be absolutely livid at you." Ominis scolded, abandoning his porridge in favour of chastising his fellow slytherin friend.

"Certainly never taking advice from that Leander again, that oaf." Muttered Sebastian, arms still folded as he sulked. "I need to apologise to her. I'll run down to Hogsmeade later to get some [favourite candy] and some flowers along the way." Sebastian planned. "I'll go get my galleon sack from my room. You can head to potions first." The boy offered before jogging off.

Ominis sighed at the interaction. He was blind, sure, but that didn't mean he couldn't see what was happening between the both of you. Honestly, sometimes he was glad he was blind, because just hearing the both of you banter and flirt in such a weird way was already taxing enough on his mental state, imagine having to see it, too.

Oh and that idiot Sebastian, did he really think that making you jealous was going to somehow get you to gravitate towards him?

After all, he was the jealous one out of the both of you.

[twstbookclub]

Tickled Pink, But It's a Skill Issue

Summary: Idia is anything but thrilled at the soulmate mark on his wrist. After meeting his soulmate on one sunny day though, he's having second thoughts. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa 🦋 Tags: Comedy, Slight Angst, Romance, Fluff, Soulmate AU, Minor Swearing, Idia Gamer Speak, The Absolute Cringelord that is Idia Shroud, and Minor Book 6 spoilers

Word Count: 1,218

Idia Shroud stared at the words tattooed on his wrist with a grimace. Throughout his eighteen years of living, it still baffled him that the words he was born with cursed with, more like it were four words that made him want to shrink from embarrassment. Anyone else might have wondered about their soulmate once they saw their mark, but Idia might as well die from cringe.

“Your hair is pretty,” he muttered, shuddering. Really? Idia would rather have anything—anything, really—for a soulmate mark. What kind of soulmate’s first words to him would be about his hair, an untamed trail of flames and emotion? Emotions that made it obvious to anyone that he’s either angry or embarrassed? Emotions bearing impossible dreams, brutally crushed during his childhood? Idia would rather his soulmate curse or insult him for how much of a shut-in he is. If he was going to take the L and spend the rest of his life with this one person, at least make it believable.

Must be a normie hopeless romantic, Idia thought as he tapped and typed on his holographic screens. The type who dreams of a knight who saves them from a dragon for an RPG quest. Just like those prissy, trash-tier snobs at RSA. Just like a cliché romance plot in a B movie.

Idia knew he shouldn’t think of his soulmate like this before even meeting them. People his age already found their soulmates at this point. Couples holding hands in the park, sharing a drink in the restaurant booth, and all of the typical, mushy, lovey-dovey things people in love do. Well, people that aren’t the Shroud family. With how robotic they are, Idia doubts if the Shroud pair ever fell in love. He didn’t care to know about how his parents found each other. Even if he was curious as a kid, his parents never gave him the time of the day. Not when they were too busy to even look at their children who were going to inherit the fate of the Shrouds.

A faint crackle made Idia glance at the lock trailing down his shoulder. The orange tips of his hair shone like the beginning of twilight in his room, which was Idia’s cue to calm down. He huffed, subconsciously typing more aggressively than usual, and willed himself to forget his feelings. The thought of his soulmate always worked him up, or was it his parents?

“Who cares? I need to log in and do my dailies. I don’t want to break my log-in streak just because of this.”

Idia spent another evening in his room with nothing but his games, shoving ridiculous sentiment aside and waiting for Ortho to come back from class.

The next day was supposed to be ordinary, bleak, uneventful. Idia only went outside the comfort of his room to grab the newest video games and manga he ordered. Classes should’ve kept every NRC student busy. He could’ve slipped in and out of daylight without anyone noticing him.

“Your hair is pretty.”

Why is the Ramshackle Prefect here? Better yet, why did the universe give him a soulmate that was always surrounded by drama? Is he the main character of some sick comedy? Are the gods making fun of him at this point?

Idia Shroud, a stuttering coward in the crowd and a callous bastard behind the monitor, wanted to disappear right then and there. The tips of his hair flickered between fiery red and hot pink. His amber irises switched from the Prefect’s eyes, the cobblestone of Main Street, the Lord of the Underworld’s statue, and back to the Prefect’s eyes before he remembered that he shouldn’t be looking at them in the first place.

Maybe Idia should’ve worked on that drone to grab his deliveries for him. Maybe he could’ve avoided this outcome. Then again, if he couldn’t avoid his fate of being stuck as the Watchman, Idia could never run away from this even if he tried to.

He knew your name. Everyone does. You were the infamous magicless student in Night Raven College. You always found yourself in troublesome situations and with the SSR Epic Troublemakers. Riddle Rosehearts? Leona Kingscholar? Azul Ashengrotto? Does he need to list more of them to get the point across?

More importantly, you’re his soulmate. You. His. Idia’s mind was on the verge of a shutdown until he remembered that he should reply to you instead of standing like a spooked cat drenched in the rain.

“What’s a normie like you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in class with the monster kitty?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why was his literal default being an asshole? His soulmate is standing not more than a meter in front of him, and he called them a normie. Brilliant. Can’t he level up his Charm stat just this once? Is he seriously having a skill issue right now?

While Idia was handling an internal battle with himself, you raised a brow. Oh no. He’s done it. Here comes the insult, the slap, the animosity he’s familiar with.

Except, you weren’t all those things.

“Did you just call me a normie?” You laughed, crossing your arms and grinning. The sound echoed in his ears, rattled his mind, and stole his every thought. Suddenly, Idia wanted to hear more of it. Honestly, this entire scenario feels like it was ripped out of a dating sim. This was getting into dangerous territory.

Idia’s hands hovered over his chest as he watched the magicless prefect. His shoulders visibly relaxed, but his fists clenched ‘til his knuckles turned ghostly pale. Well, that’s a first.

You kept going, undeterred by his insult, “It’s none of your business. I just wanted to say your hair’s pretty. Shouldn’t you be in class?”

You… didn’t know him. Idia didn’t know whether he should collapse from relief or cry about how invisible he was to you. Is this what it felt like to be a forgettable side character in a Triple-A game? Since when did it matter what you thought of him? Since when did he decide that you calling his hair pretty wasn’t cringe? Since when did his hair glow bright pink?

“Nevermind. I don’t have time for this.” You shook your head and walked around him. Idia almost grabbed your wrist out of instinct. As if this scene was straight out of a shoujo manga where the main character tries to reach out to her love interest before confessing. His hand shot back to his chest as if he was burned.

Oh great Seven, he’s turning into a walking cliché at the sight of his soulmate.

Idia’s heart jumped into his throat when you looked back at him with a knowing smirk. One that he knows will damn him for the rest of his life just because he wanted to get his video games and manga. Idia wanted to die on the spot at what you told him next.

“Look, you’re hot and all, but seriously? Pro tip: don’t insult your soulmate on sight. Make a better first impression next time, alright?”

Oh.

Oh.

Idia will make damn sure that he finishes that drone before he sees you again. Otherwise, he’ll combust on the spot and the pink flames will be screaming his infatuation for you.

[runby2]

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DADDY ISSUES - Part Seven: Friends

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you're all moved in and set up, what do you have to look forward to in your relationship as Elvis Presley's sugar baby? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: sad reader, angst, guilt/shame as a result of sexual activity, elvis being a bit of a fucktard ngl

Rating: M || Word Count: 3985

A/N: i hope y'all are enjoying still!! i can't tell you how many ideas spurred while writing these chapters. i literally had a web of ideas that i somehow managed to weave all into this little fic lol

Song Rec: friends - anne marie and marshmello

This is Part 7 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

[ masterlist | taglist ]

🦋 mila

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“Am I allowed to date or see other people or is this an exclusive thing?”

Elvis’ eyebrows shoot up when you ask the question and you can tell that he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes drop to the floor and eyebrows furrow as he considers what you’ve asked. After a few moments of tense silence, he clears his throat and glances back up at you with a tight smile.

“Course you can see other people. We ain’t an item or nothin. It’s just a convenient relationship for both of us. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, but doesn’t mean we gotta be lovers neither.”

You nod, offering a small smile. His eyes fall to your finger and he smirks.

“That’s a good girl. Lemme see,” he says, scooting forward and holding out his palm.

You drop your hand into his and he gently runs his fingers over it with the hint of a smile on his face. His calloused fingertips ghost over your knuckle and then onto the ring resting snugly on your finger. You take a deep breath, the feeling of your touch on his palm making you giddy and excited.

“See you doin so good already followin my rules. This ring’ll tell everybody important that you’re with me. Looks good on ya, princess,” he says with a nod. “You like it?”

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Presley,” you say, automatically defaulting to his proper name. You feel like you should treat him respectfully, or maybe you’re addressing him as your boss? You aren’t sure but the urge to be formal is suddenly extremely present in the room. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and definitely not something that I could ever afford on my own. Thank you so much for gifting it to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, waving dismissively. “It’s payment for our first appointment. This was the arrangement we agreed to and I stick to my promises. There’s more to come, I’m sure.”

Your lips part as you watch his gaze fade from sunny blue eyes to a dark, serious expression. He emphasizes the word come, pausing after he speaks the word. He draws it out, licking his tongue over his lips before finishing the sentence. You desperately hope you’re not reading too much into it, because you do desperately want him to be talking about you.

Everything in your body wants him to touch you and make you feel things you’ve never experienced in your life. The first time you saw him in 1956, you wanted him. Other girls may also want him, but not like you. They don’t want him like you do. The lust he planted then has done nothing but grow since that day. For god’s sake, it possessed you, the most unlikely person in the world, to slide out of your panties and offer them up to a complete stranger who you’d probably never see again. Elvis’ voice jerks you out of your awe.

“Which reminds me, what sorta payments do you want? I don’t wanna get you nothin you dont like.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Well, I like necklaces and rings. Um, I’m more of a pants girl than dresses but I still like nice dresses and things. Um…”

“Noted,” he replies.

Silence settles as his eyes trace over your figure. You’re becoming more comfortable with him doing that, since he does it pretty constantly. The little problem of your debts and bills rises to the forefront of your mind and you consider adding to the list since that’s what you really need to be paid off, but before you can say anything else, he curls his finger and motions for you to come over to him.

Your core starts to swell with excitement and you actively fight the smile that wants to cross your face. You take a few steps closer to him and sit down on his lap, just as you had the other day. You already feel a bit more comfortable this time as you rest your hands on his chest and his hands gently cup your thighs. You stay still, waiting for instructions which he promptly provides.

“Tilt your head up for me,” he says and you gulp before obeying, lengthening your chin out so that he can see your neck better.

His fingers gently rise up toward your skin, ghosting across your throat and the sensitive skin underneath your jawline. Your eyes flutter and threaten to close but you force them to remain open. He just gently closes his fingers around your throat, not all the way but enough that your breath audibly shudders. You gulp your nerves down as your pussy begins to throb with desire for him. Just as you’ve resolved to lean down and kiss him, he pulls his fingers away.

“You got a pretty neck, princess. Perfect for my hand. I think a necklace would work nicely for you.”

You hover in the space between you, resisting the strongest urge to smash your lips against his. Your entire body is slowly aching for him, but is it okay for you to make a move? Despite his loveliness in answering your questions, you’re still confused as to how all of this works. Plus, now that you’re relying totally and completely on Elvis to sustain you financially, you’re terrified of making a mistake that’s unfixable. Just as your head begins to bob forward with a burst of confidence, your nerves get the better of you and you just hover anxiously. You clear your throat and Elvis continues the conversation.

“Is jewelry what you like best? Or dresses or what?”

“Um, I guess I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I…don’t have much of a preference,” you reply with a lackluster shrug. “I could use some new clothes. But, of course the jewelry is also very nice. Um…sorry, I just feel very awkward saying these things.”

You laugh nervously but he shakes his head.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” you suddenly laugh as you realize what it feels like and that image begins to surface in your mind, “honestly, it feels a bit like sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what I want for Christmas. I’m just not very used to asking for things, like material things.”

“But that’s how you get what you want. Y'ask for it.”

“I guess so, yeah. But that’s usually not how it works for normal people, and it’s certainly never worked out that way for me. I hardly ever get what I ask or pray for. God has favorites and I really don’t think I’m one of them,” you reply with a weak chuckle. “Besides, I’m just not the kind of person who places a lot of value on material objects or gifts or anything. I don’t need all that many things, to be honest. Just the basics, although these are very tempting and it feels good to own them. They’re not really necessary in the grand scheme of things, you know what I mean?”

“But that’s what I’m here for. I ain’t got no issue giving you whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask, princess, and it’s yours.”

“I’m not used to that. People like me don’t just get the things we ask for. We have to work for them.”

“Not anymore, doll,” he smiles, leaning forward to whisper against your cheek. “Ask and it’s yours.”

You smile in awe as Elvis pulls back.

“Stand up, over there,” he gestures toward the middle of the room. You nod and carefully remove yourself from his lap to stand on the mark he’s given you. Once there, you await his directions. “Take the dress off. Just the top. I wanna see you better.”

You nod and turn away from him to spice things up. You shakily lift the strap of your dress up and off of your shoulder, glancing over your skin at Elvis who watches you hungrily. You let the strap fall, exposing the skin of your shoulder to him. The slow speed with which you’re stripping is putting both you and him through an uncomfortable tenseness that only grows when you drop the other strap down. The dress, being held up mostly by the straps, elegantly falls off your chest and pools around your waist where it’s cinched in a little tighter. You reach up for the strap to your bra, but Elvis stops you.

“No. There’s good enough,” he says. “Turn around.”

You obey him, spinning around so he can get a good look at your entire body. He rubs his slender fingers over his lips, tugging them out lazily. You stand still like a statue before him until he gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here. Right here. All the way this time.”

He points to the space between his legs, a spot that has become rather familiar to you already. You can’t help the smile that spreads onto your cheeks as you step toward him.

He leans forward, his fingers taking hold of your waist. They gingerly trail up the bare skin of your waist, so lightly that you feel goosebumps spreading across your skin. He traces his fingers around to your front, ghosting over your breasts underneath the bra. He curls his fingers around your chest and squeezes firmly. You release a contented breath and close your eyes at the sensation, what little of it there even is. It’s more than you’ve gotten from him so far. He squeezes a few more times, saying nothing, before he releases your breasts.

You instinctively follow his grasp as it retreats. Your eyes fly open in disappointment and he slides further down into the red velvet chair. He tugs gently on the zipper to his jumpsuit while staring intensely into your eyes.

“You know what to do, darlin."

Unfortunately, you do know what to do, although you’d love to do something else right now. It might only be the second time you’ve sucked him off, you hope this time will be different. You hope this time you’ll get to share in the receiving end. Glancing up into his bright blue eyes, you have an idea. You lean over him, trying to push your breasts near his face in the hopes that you’ll tempt him enough to put some effort into pleasing you. You pause for a few seconds, waiting for him to grasp your chest.

When he doesn't respond, you reach down to grasp the zipper. His hand snakes onto yours, gripping your fingers away from his suit. You glance up at him in confusion

"I liked what you did the other night with your teeth," he says, his eyes falling down to your lips. "Do it like that again."

You gently maneuver yourself onto the floor on your knees and catch the zipper between your teeth. This time, you unzip the jumpsuit slowly, maintaining eye contact with Elvis all the way down. You spread the leather of his jumpsuit aside so you can access him. His white boxer briefs are familiar to you now. You glance sneakily up at the clock in the corner of the room to see that you only have about five minutes until show time.

As much as you appreciate his trying to get to know you better, you’re desperate for some physical attention. You’ve been responsible for taking care of yourself for the last five years or so and, quite frankly, you’re just tired of it. Having a man touch you for once is a need that’s rekindled every time he dares to touch you.

But with only five minutes left, you waste no time, yanking his underwear off and wrapping your fingers around his length. You immediately start to pump him, licking the tip of his dick with your tongue. He releases a satisfied sigh and leans back into the chair. You glance up to see his head tilted toward the ceiling with his eyes completely closed. You feel pleased with yourself but frustrated at his passivity. You yank him into your mouth and harshly bob your head up and down on top of him.

He groans and moans in approval. Your eyes flash wide when his hand sneaks down your chest to massage your breasts through your bra. You hum against his length as he pinches your nipple between his fingers. You shift closer to him, hoping he'll touch you harder. While the sensation is very welcome, you need so much more.

As your head bobs up, your eyes flick up toward him again to see that he hasn’t moved, other than his hips which are beginning to buck up into your mouth as he matches your pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. You continue to bob up and down on his dick as you fight back the emotion that’s flooding into your chest painfully.

You feel him start to twitch in your mouth and pump your hand harder on his length. A few seconds later, his hips are bucking into your lips and his hot cum is slipping down your throat. You gulp it down begrudgingly, the taste almost sour on your tongue. Your body shudders with the displeasure of the action and the taste but mostly with how it made you feel at the moment.

You drop your head immediately, focusing on the floor below you as Elvis reassembles himself to go back out for the show which starts in just a few minutes. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, wanting to transport yourself completely from this situation into a different time and place, somewhere you’re safe and alone. On his way out, Elvis places his hand on your head and gives your hair a little muss. His fingers slip down to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. You reluctantly open your eyes and he smirks down at you slightly.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs before making his way toward the door.

You keep yourself upright until you hear the door shut behind him. As soon as the lock clicks, you feel your face screwing up. You keel over onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking with the emotion that is coursing through your body. You curl onto your knees and sit back on them, resting your forehead on the scratchy carpet below you. Tears start to pool by your eyes and you don’t stop them as the warm liquid falls from your eyes to stain the carpet below you. You curl your arms around your shoulders as your body shakes and you cry.

He had his chance to pleasure you and he didn’t take the hints, which you thought were very obviously being given to him. Now, it’s too late. You feel worthless, disgusting, dirty. You understand that you wholeheartedly gave yourself up to Elvis when you agreed to become his sugar baby but you assumed the arrangement would be mutual.

You should be stronger than this; this shouldn’t bother you so much. You are the one who agreed to this, who decided to accept the proposal. You’re just reaping the consequences of your actions, the ones Steve warned you about. But for some unplaceable reason, it hurts. A lot.

On the other hand, while you realize how silly and dramatic it is to be upset when you’ve just begun, the emotions that are running through your veins are so strong. And considering that you’ve relocated your entire life over the last week, it’s probably understandable that you’re feeling so overwhelmed.

After a few more tears sneak out, you sniffle and wipe your runny nose on your arm, not caring about the stickiness spreading onto your skin. You don’t have anyone to look pretty for anymore. And the one person you did choose to look nice for doesn’t seem to have any interest in you other than using you as a personal fleshlight. As moments of anger and embarrassment pulse through your veins, you pull yourself together with a few deep breaths.

You weren’t really in the mood for giving him a blowjob even when you got dressed to come downstairs tonight. But he asks and you provide. As he said earlier, ‘all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours’. As you dry your tears, that phrase starts to circle in your brain. Ask and it’s yours… If that’s what he wants. That’s what he’ll get. Why can’t you take the reins a little? You’re half of the deal, after all.

You stand, fix your hair and your dress, wipe off your tears and snot and grab your purse. You exit the dressing room with the confidence of someone who simply doesn’t have the will to care anymore.

As you trudge out of the dressing room, not bothering to pause before the door to listen for anyone passing, you keep your eyes glued to the floor beneath you. You shrug your bag over your shoulder and pull the bottom of your dress down harshly, trying to get the stubborn fabric to stay put. When your body slams into another, you momentarily lose your footing and feel yourself careening toward the floor. Luckily, whoever you bumped into manages to catch you at the last moment. With a panting breath, you glance up to see one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life. He helps you to your feet as you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Uh…thanks,” you say nervously. “I’m so sorry about that.”

He chuckles, leaning down to pick up your purse, which you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped during the collision. Your eyes widen as you notice the black lingerie poking out from inside the bag. You wonder if he notices, although he doesn’t mention or allude to it at all when he carefully hands the bag back to you. You snatch it quickly from his hands, sneakily reaching your hand in to push the lingerie back into its hidden place.

“It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for being so clumsy,” he says, flashing a crooked smile at you.

As his straight white teeth sparkle in the light of the hallway, you can’t help but grin back at him. A few moments of silence pass before one of you gets the courage to say something else.

“So…do you work here?” he asks, gesturing to your outfit.

“Oh, uh, sorta. I’m part of Mr. Presley’s…” your eyes wander quickly around your environment, desperately searching for an excuse that doesn’t involve your chest and face being covered in Elvis' cum. You suddenly see someone pass carrying a case of makeup and your face brightens. “...makeup crew. I’m one of his makeup consultants.”

“You do his makeup?”

“Well, I just sort of check it to make sure it’s up to standard, you know. The eyeliner and such,” you pull out as much knowledge of makeup as you can possibly access in your brain as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit what you really do here, but you still feel too ashamed to fess up to it. You know there’s no way that this stranger is actually buying the idea that you’re a makeup artist for Elvis, considering what you’re wearing and the fact that your own makeup is probably smudged hideously from the crying and snotting all over.

“Cool. I’m one of the stagehands, so I carry some of the props onstage and help with the curtains and all that.”

“Oh, that’s super cool!” you say, folding your arms over your chest. “How did you get into that?”

“My mom was a singer back in the day, so I’ve always been around sets. How did you get into…what you do?”

“Oh, it’s just a job for money. There’s nothing that special about it, honestly.”

“Working that closely to Elvis Presley isn’t special?”

“He’s not as amazing as you’d think, actually,” you reply with a curt smile as you reflect on all the disappointments you’ve already experienced since becoming his sugar baby. “But it pays the bills.”

“I can understand that,” he says, staring down into your eyes.

You’ve been truthful with him, besides admitting what you do. Although you can’t explain why, you want this man to think highly of you. Elvis did say that you could date other people, so why shouldn’t you take a stab at this one. He’s handsome with curly brown locks, deep brown doe eyes, and a nicely shaped face. He’s very tall and decently built; you guess he has to be pretty strong to be able to toss set pieces around.

You abruptly stick your hand out for him to shake. His eyebrows raise but he takes your hand in his, giving it two solid pumps. You wiggle your fingers, assuming he’s going to release your hand but he holds onto it for a few seconds longer than you’re expecting. You smile sweetly as he releases your fingers slowly. You drag them across his palm and resist the urge to shudder with excitement.

It’s been upwards of five years since you last had a serious boyfriend, so the thought of maybe finding someone after all this time is extremely appealing. Not to mention that you’re desperate for some physical pleasure. With all of this teasing and leading-up to nothing, you’re starting to get fed up and very tired of the constant lack of tension relief.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“I’m-”

“Max!” someone shouts from a different spot in the backstage area. “Stop flirting and get your ass over here to help with the curtains!”

Your eyes shift toward a man yelling orders who you assume is in charge of the stagehands and the backstage activities. Max glances back at you with a shrug.

“Duty calls. Will I…see you here tomorrow?”

“Uh…no, probably not. I don’t think I work tomorrow and I have another job that I have to take care of on the side,” you lie, not too excited about the idea of coming down here more than necessary.

“Oh, damn. Well, what days do you work?”

“It’s sort of unpredictable, to be honest,” you can feel your palms growing sweaty with his constant questioning.

“Alright. Cryptic but alright,” he laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch his biceps flex. If you were wondering, your question has now been answered. He’s strong strong. “Guess I’ll just have to hang out around here every day until I see you again.”

“Oh…” you drop your gaze, embarrassed and flattered by his charming flirting. “Well in that case, maybe I can make an exception for you. Here.”

You snatch a pen from the table next to you and scribble the number to your hotel room on his palm.

“You can reach me here. If you ever want to hang out or need help or, well, whatever,” you offer.

“And what if I need something tonight? I can call you then?”

You chuckle and bite your lip at his goofy smile.

“You can call whenever. And I’ll decide if I want to pick up or not.”

“Max Carver!” the stage manager shouts and Max jumps.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Max. I’ll hope to see you again some time.”

“If I have anything to say about it, you will," he replies with a wink and a handsome grin.

You turn and start on your way out of the backstage area as you hear the stage manager shouting instructions to Max. You smile to yourself, just a little bit smitten with him.

As you pass the trash can on the way out, you click open your purse and pull the black lingerie out. You drop it into the can and get on your way back upstairs without giving the piece of clothing a second thought.

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[r0ses-are-rosie]

hi! im so excited you opened up your asks, i wish you luck on your blog! that being said, can i request mitsuri, giyu, shinobu and rengoku being in love with a fem! hashira? thank u in advance!

WOOOOOO my first request! i didnt expect it to be so fast lol :) also....wtf? how are you so nice? thank you so much for the kind words, you're such a sweetheart <3 btw i hope you dont mind me answering this sort of quickly, im just very excited. anywayssss, im sure you're all tired of me talking, so lets get on into the headcanons! i hope this is alright 🤧

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Mitsuri, Giyuu, Shinobu, and Kyojuro being in love with a Fem!Hashira

🍡 Mitsuri Kanroji

woah! you're so beautiful!

that was the first thought that ran through her head when you were introduced into the corps

i think that she would be a person to fall in love at first sight tbh

she was much too shy to approach you! way too scared she would trip over her words!

definitely fine from admiring you from afar

loves making up scenarios about you both being together in her head...and then she dies from how cute they are

always asks if you'd like to accompany her on missions

i think she would make little bento boxes for you to share!

always lets you have as much of her sakura mochi as you'd like

honestly i feel like she wouldnt care or even think about the fact that you're another girl. she'd just be like "oh shit im in love," however she wouldn't say anything in fear of ruining your friendship

but when you pull her aside one day and tell her how you felt, she was so happy that she started crying

"oh, (name)! i-i love you too!"

*cue angry obanai noises*

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka

at the beginning, he wasnt really interested in you

i mean, he did want to be your friend but he didnt think of you romantically

until....

UNTIL??

until you walked over to him one day and tried to spark up a conversation with him

he was taken aback but did have small, short phrases as a response. its not that he wasnt trying to engage, he was just so...awkward

EXPECIALLY SINCE YOU'RE A GIRL???

after that day, you came up to him. every. single. day. you spoke to him, and after a few conversations, he started to look forward to speaking to you

and one day he was like, "wait...do i...?"

he realized he loved you, and now he made an effort to try to be around you

he would always be hovering near you, whether it be beside of behind you

asks if he could accompany you on missions

he also tries to be near you during meetings

shinobu definitely caught on to this and teases him relentlessly about it

"ohh," shinobu grinned. "should i tell the (breathing style) pillar how you feel about her?"

"...shut up."

in all honesty, shinobu would try to make him confess his feelings to you, and after enough of her pushing him, he eventually gathered his courage and told you he loved you

a small, but sunny sweet smile spreaded on his face when you told him you loved him too

🦋 Shinobu Kocho

definitely feels anxious about the fact that you're a girl. what if you were to get together and people would judge you? she didn't care if people judged her, she just didn't want any hate to be directed at you

however she does love to be around you though

she's always looking out for you, making sure you're okay and well fed and stuff

frequently invites you to the butterfly estate

i headcanon that she loves it when you call her pretty─ it just gets her so giddy and giggly

you'd be a major source of comfort for her

she's able to put down her smiling act around you and lets herself just chill out for as long as you're around

for sure always flirting with you

wears a shit-eating grin when she manages to make you flustered

shes a bit ─ not really? ─ surprised when you tell her that you have feelings for her

she's ecstatic nonetheless

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku

he's just...rengoku

but 10x louder

whenever he speaks its usually like he's using exclamation marks but when he's around you, bro is speaking in all caps

"GOOD MORNING, (NAME). DID YOU SLEEP WELL LAST NIGHT?"

it definitely makes you jump the first couple of times but overtime you got used to it, sometimes not flinching everytime he suddenly YELLED at you

he cant help it! being around you just wants him to jump from giddiness!

i dont think he's ever felt this way about anyone before?? you're his first love!

i headcanon that he gave you his haori to wear once when it was cold and you looked so stunning in it that he just offered it to you on a day to day basis honestly

loves to talk about you

"DID YOU SEE (NAME) TODAY? SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY!"

"yes, kyojuro. you've mentioned her 7 times now."

to everyone outside of your friendship, his admiration is obvious

this man is head over heels for you girl

everyone gets frustrated when you say you don't know what they're talking about

"what do you mean?" you giggle. "thats just kyojuro, its nothing special."

ma'am...you better claim your man or imma take him for myself

[iamthecomet]

I feel as though a lot of the ghouls but especially sunny and rain would like bee and puppycat, speaking of weird cartoons!

-🦋

Oh yes! Absolutely! They'd love it. I also think Rain and Cumulus hang out and watch things like Sailor Moon and Pokémon.

[witchthewriter]

Hello! Could I request a level four matchup for GoT, the Grishaverse, and Stranger Things? (I will reblog either from this blog or my fic recs sideblog @musicallistorecs!) i'm a straight girl (she/her), enfp, libra. people think i'm smart cause i can do math, speak several languages and know random shit about astronomy and history but i'm lowkey a himbo. in my free time i love playing the piano, writing, reading, stargazing, playing videogames, and annoying the hell out of my cat (i'm actually a dog person but don't tell him that). i'm enthusiastic and optimistic, always cracking jokes and ready for adventure and a good party! because i'm so hyper and bubbly all the time, it's pretty difficult to see me in my vulnerable state. as a result i'm kind of awkward with physical touch; but my love language is words of affirmation and I love showering my friends with praise. i write poems about the boys i fall in love with like some kind of nerd <3 i love love going to concerts & just live music in general! my biggest dream would be to learn how to fly a plane & get my private pilot's license. thank you so much if you write it! 💜

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌! He would appreciate your bubbly personality and always feel lighter when you’re around. All his problems feel small when you’re there. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・He would literally DIE if you wrote a poem for him. He would have such a cheesy grin while reading it 

・Would ask for your opinion in all things - what you believe in is very important to Robb and he would honour it always

・Likes to lay down and have your head on his chest. He loves the smell of your hair and the feel of your skin

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Dance of the Druids by Bear McCreary

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒗! He would be such a great partner. He's well-known as a prince, but has many hidden identities. His mind seems to be everywhere at once, and he continually thinks of what needs to be done. I think he would do well with a partner that has important skills, but knows how to have fun. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Buys you the most expensive gifts, and has cute notes that go with them. 

・Will stand up for you in every single circumstance. Especially when his family is involved - he will fight for your right to be there

・Loves listening to you play the piano. Will request song after song. Has gotten you a beautiful grand piano

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Young and Beautiful by Joel Sunny

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏! He would actually feel so inferior because you have so much knowledge, skills and talents. He would love you though. And be so proud to call you his. Everyone would know that you're with Steve.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Calls you pet names like 'babe,' 'honey', and 'darling'. He's very big on nicknames and doesn't care how lovey-dovey they sound.

・You made matching bracelets for him and you. And he wears it every single day.

・Was so nervous for Dustin to meet you. He thought maybe you wouldn't like him? And this little kid is so important to Steve. But you absolutely adore Dustin.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Dog Days Are Over by the Midnite String Quartet

[lavensdaires]

🦋   𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ⨾   𝑗𝑎𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑢𝑛  &  𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛  .

who’s  the  first  to  wake  up  in  the  morning  .

🦋  JAEGEUN  —  because  he  has  to  be  to  work  ,  but  technically  she’s  up  before  him  since  he  works  the  night  shift  ,  technically  speaking  .  he  usually  tries  to  keep  his  movements  quiet  when  getting  ready  in  the  mornings  as  to  not  disturb  her  sleep  .

who’s  the  one  to  make  breakfast  .

🦋  BOTH  ,  TECHNICALLY  JAEGEUN  —  he  has  to  go  to  work  in  the  mornings  so  he  makes  breakfast  /  dinner  for  her  before  she  comes  in  .  sometimes  they’re  not  able  to  eat  together  ,  so  he’ll  leave  her  a  cute  little  note  or  call  her  on  his  way  to  work  just  so  they  can  chat  at  least  once  during  the  day  .

who’s  the  one  to  serve  the  other  breakfast  in  bed  .

🦋  BOTH  ,  LEANING  TOWARDS  JAE  .  same  with  sunnie  and  daehyun  ,  i  feel  that  when  it’s  one  of  their  birthdays  then  having  breakfast  in  bed  is  more  likely  .  i  think  jae  is  really  big  on  small  gestures  even  if  it’s  for  something  seemingly  meaningless  ,  so  it  doesn’t  matter  if  it’s  a  birthday  or  a  random  saturday  ,  but  he’d  want  to  make  her  breakfast  in  bed  whenever  he  can  .  he  honestly  makes  her  breakfast  in  bed  during  postpartum  after  she  has  their  baby  he  wouldn’t  want  her  lifting  a  finger  .

who  would  suggest  a  quickie  in  the  morning  before  work  .

🦋  JAEGEUN  —  cause  he’s  a  freak  MVCNVNC  .  it’s  really  if  they  have  time  and  if  erin’s  not  too  tired  .  there’s  some  mornings  where  he’s  awake  earlier  than  usual  and  it’s  the  one  time  they’re  able  to  get  a  little  frisky  ,  so  why  not  take  the  opportunity  then  ?  they  might  have  a  quickie  in  the  shower  to  kill  two  birds  with  one  stone  .

who  suggests  they  both  ditch  work  to  lay  around  all  day  .

🦋  NEITHER  ,  THEIR  BOSSES  WOULD  BE  IRRATE  —  i  feel  that  jae  jokes  about  them  ditching  and  tries  to  get  erin  to  call  out  sometimes  just  because  he  wants  to  spend  an  evening  with  her  ,  but  he  knows  they’ll  both  end  up  going  to  work  .  there’s  probably  been  times  where  he’d  be  like  ‘  i’m  staying  home  ’  ,  lays  in  bed  for  like  ten  minutes  and  then  gets  up  saying  he’ll  be  late  .

who  chooses  the  movies  .

🦋  ERIN  —  jae  really  isn’t  much  of  a  movie  guy  ,  so  he’d  let  erin  pick  whatever  she  wants  .  there’s  the  rare  occasion  where  he’ll  choose  the  movie  ,  but  he’s  very  quick  to  pass  off  the  remote  if  searching  for  a  movie  takes  longer  than  like  ...  three  minutes  .

who  initiates  kissing  during  the  movie  ,  thus  distracting  the  other  from  the  movie  .

🦋  JAEGEUN  —  listen  these  two  barely  get  to  spend  time  with  each  other  during  the  week  so  i  can  promise  you  that  jae’s  gonna  take  the  opportunity  to  get  a  little  frisky  .  i  don’t  even  think  he’ll  make  it  five  minutes  into  the  movie  before  he  starts  getting  touchy  .

who  orders  lunch  .

🦋  BOTH  —  it’s  on  their  rare  off  days  together  that  they  can  order  whatever  they  want  ,  so  they  get  lunch  together  whenever  they  can  .  sometimes  ,  since  they  only  have  less  than  twenty - four  hours  before  one  of  them  has  to  go  back  to  work  ,  so  they  don’t  even  bother  leaving  the  house  that  entire  day  .  it’s  just  take  out  and  kissing  .

who  steals  food  from  the  other’s  plot  without  asking  .

🦋  BOTH  —  i  feel  as  though  they  share  food  a  lot  so  i  wouldn’t  even  consider  it  stealing  .  when  they  go  out  to  eat  ,  they  order  things  that  they’d  both  like  so  they  can  just  share  food  without  issues  .  for  example  ,  if  one  of  them  orders  a  club  sandwich  and  the  other  orders  a  burger  ,  they’ll  cut  the  sandwiches  in  half  for  the  other  to  get  .  

who  curls  up  next  to  the  other  and  falls  asleep  due  to  a  full  tummy  .

🦋  ERIN  —  i  feel  like  this  would  especially  happen  after  they  visit  his  parents  .  their  love  language  is  food  ,  so  they  would  feed  them  so  well  before  they  go  home  .  he’s  used  to  his  parents  cooking  as  if  they’re  feeding  30  ,  so  when  they  come  home  they  probably  go  to  chill  in  bed  for  a  while  but  then  erin  falls  asleep  .  he  will  play  with  her  hair  until  he  goes  to  sleep  himself  .

who  distracts  the  other  from  trying  to  work  at  home  .

🦋  JAEGEUN  —  let  either  of  them  have  a  day  working  from  home  and  jae  literally  won’t  even  ask  yes  he  would  ,  consent  is  sexy  .  he’d  use  his  lunch  break  for  a  good  forking  with  her  or  there  would  be  a  lot  of  heavy  petting  in  between  work  .  nobody  ask  why  their  zoom  cameras  are  off  KNVCBVUB  .

who  asks  to  go  get  ice  cream  like  a  five  year  old  .

🦋  NEITHER  —  i  like  to  think  this  is  a  completely  spontaneous  thing  .  it’s  one  of  those  nights  where  dinner  gets  finished  early  and  they’re  just  sitting  around  their  apartment  ,  but  then  they  decide  to  go  down  to  the  convenience  store  which  leads  to  a  little  ice  cream  date  .  they  probably  went  to  grab  some  snacks  to  watch  a  movie  and  then  they  end  up  sitting  by  the  window  ,  enjoying  their  ice  cream  .

who  takes  pictures  of  their  partner  eating  ice  cream  .

🦋  BOTH  ,  LEANING  TOWARDS  JAE  —  there’s  no  explanation  for  it  other  than  the  fact  that  he’s  in  love  with  her  and  he’s  obsessed  with  everything  she  does  MKVCNIVC  .  that  ,  and  he  simply  loves  on  little  dates  with  her  when  they  can  and  he  likes  having  memories  of  literally  everything  it’s  something  he  picked  up  from  his  mom  .

who  makes  a  sexual  joke  about  the  dripping  ice  cream  on  their  partner’s  face  .

🦋  JAEGEUN  —  idk  i  feel  like  it  would  be  neither  of  them  ,  but  jae  would  also  be  childish  sometimes  just  to  at  least  make  her  laugh  .  literally  i  have  nothing  else  to  say  MVCNVCU  .

who  cooks  dinner  .

🦋  BOTH  ,  LEANING  TOWARDS  ERIN  —  jae  isn’t  a  cook  by  any  means  ,  he  just  has  the  few  dishes  that  he  knows  how  to  make  ,  and  he  loves  erin’s  cooking  .  i  feel  like  they  have  a  fair  trade  off  where  if  one  cooks  breakfast  then  the  other  cooks  dinner  ,  or  they  cook  together  at  the  end  of  the  day  .  it’s  a  good  way  for  them  to  spend  time  together  and  for  jae  to  smother  her  with  kisses  .

who  cleans  up  the  kitchen  afterwards  .

🦋  BOTH  —  i  just  know  they  tend  to  do  this  together  just  because  it’s  quicker  but  also  because  it  gets  the  dishes  out  of  the  way  .  probably  leads  to  a  kitchen  makeout  simply  because  jae  gets  handsy  all  over  again  .

who  stays  up  until  2am  reading  .

🦋  JAEGEUN  ,  HE’S  A  TEACHER  !  —  he’s  already  reading  over  lesson  plans  which  leads  into  reading  over  other  things  so  now  he’s  stuck  in  a  spiral  of  reading  .  i  think  they’re  both  readers  ,  though  ,  so  it  may  switch  between  the  two  of  them  at  times  .  since  school’s  out  for  the  summer  he  probably  isn’t  reading  lesson  plans  as  much  ,  but  he  does  get  stuck  on  wikipedia  deep  dives  .

who  stares  at  their  partner  while  they’re  sleeping  .

🦋  JAEGEUN  —  sorry  ,  he’s  literally  in  love  with  her  .  jae  knows  how  demanding  her  job  can  be  so  when  she’s  able  to  rest  ,  he’s  comfortable  himself  .  he’s  just  likes  to  see  her  finally  get  rest  ,  especially  on  the  days  that  she  really  has  an  off  day  and  she’s  not  just  sleeping  to  sleep  .  he  simply  loves  to  see  her  at  peace  and  not  stressed  about  anything  .

who  kisses  their  partner  while  they  sleep  .

🦋  BOTH  —  since  they  work  on  opposing  schedules  ,  they’re  both  laying  kisses  on  one  another  when  they  miss  each  other  .  typically  ,  they  have  time  to  chat  in  the  mornings  ,  but  it’s  not  all  the  time  ,  so  sometimes  those  kisses  will  make  the  other  wake  up  and  they  share  their  quick  goodbyes  .  @dalisays

[softboiidiaz]

just FYI I’m tracking #tusersunnystar. Feel free to tag me in any buddie/911 og stuff, marvel, Nancy drew, and euphoria. Literally tag me in anything, I have so many interests 😭

[marc-spectorr]

Hey hey again 🙋🏼‍♀️

I'm happy that my book recommendations were helpful to the both of you. Gives me a good feeling that people out there actually appreciate what I say. Love you guys. I'll definitely put your recommendations on my list too Miss 🦋

To 🦜 I've read your ask about what movie you wanna watch (I guess it was today). Inside Llewyn Davis is soooo good and yes it's sad too. I wanted to hug Oscar/Llewyn during the whole movie 😭 But about The Promise - its definitely not a romantic fantasy story. The love story in the movie might be fictional, yes. But the part about the war is very real, very true. What happened in Armenia in the movie, really happened. To be honest I was shocked because I thought it's a romantic sad love story only. But it's more. And it's probably Oscar's saddest movie, as far as I know yet. You'll definitely need tissues 🥺😢🤧

At Eternity's Gate, the movie about Van Gogh, was indeed beautiful. It was heartbreaking, the way he was treated, the way he was feeling, all of it. I know what that feels like. Van Gogh really was ahead of his time with his art and the way he saw things. I thought he was a beautiful soul and if I could see/meet him I would hug him. It was a really really beautiful movie. + Oscar speaking French is 😌👌🏼

To Callie, my love, I wanted to tell you about Morbius because you asked me to. First of all, many people said it's the same as Batman, much like Marvel's Batman. But I disagree with that. The story to me was completely different. I'm not a fan of Batman to be honest. Never liked him much. I just think they could've made his story a better one. That's all. Morbius has that story for me. I felt with him, I felt sad for him, was angry with him about things. (I'm not saying Batman hasn't a good story I'm just saying that I thought it could've been better.) The visual effects were super cool. It's kind of bad in the critics but I don't understand why. I liked the movie a lot. I'm not sure if that's a good review for you but it's all I can think of right now. 🦇🦇🦇

Also I wanted to ask you... if you could give yourself an emoji what would that be?

Love you so much 💖💕💜❤ & I hope your day was/is good. Oh about the timezone question. For me right now, it's 21:46 or 9:46pm if that helps. Sorry I don't know about timezones much. I never did. Hope it helps anyway.

-- 🌻

hellooo my sweet sunnie 💛

okay i haven’t seen the new batman movie either so i cant really say much 🥴 lots of my friends were hyped about it but idk i just never developed the interest in watching aghdkdks. but if you really enjoyed morbius than i shall give that a try when i can :) i’ll let you know how that goes!

hehe i do love my emojis. but if i can give myself one it would be any of these: 🦄, 🌸, 🔮, 🎀, 🍉. ofc i’m unable to pick just one LOL

ooO so you’re like 6hrs ahead of me if my math is correct skksks. got ittttt!! also i’m glad that i asked that question bc it gave me an insight to where some of you are from. it really blows my mind that my fics have reached people from all around the world 🤯

but love you darling! i’m assuming it’s late at night/early morning where you’re at so hope you’re having a wonderful sleep! (is that weird to say?? gosh i hope not haha)

[ancientpathwayswitchcraft]

Corvus, the divine messenger crow of yore, once again stretches its wings across the cosmos. Delve into the horoscope readings inspired by this avian guide, shedding light on life's puzzles, and revealing paths unknown.

[latetaektalk]

hiiii!!

oh no, are you feeling better now? I saw that you think you might have covid, hopefully that’s not that case! I had it a while back during April and it sucked so bad!!!! I’ve been good thankyou!! just working, binging tv (stranger things was so so good!!!) and trying to enjoy the sunny weather we’ve been having! I live near the beach so been trying to go as much as possible - saw the prettiest sunset the other day!! I’m trying to not buy anymore lego until I finish my Mandalorian set!! but i still do love it, I just keep forgetting to finish it! what have you been up to now that finals are out of the way?

oooof that’s a good one, it’s tough to listen to though 😭 to be fair, all the performances are so good!!! have you listened to the ATW the short film version? It’s so good, she does love releasing her remixes (though I’m still miffed she didn’t release the Grammy rock version of willow!)

I finally listened to HS3!!! I can’t believe I waited so long but it lived up to the hype!!! I think my favourite is daylight (my fave line is if I was a bluebird I would fly to ya!! how cute!!!) but late night talking, matilda, love of my life, as it was and grapejuice are all close (as if I haven’t listed the entire album lol). what are your favourites??

speak sooooon, 🦋.

hey bub !!

yes im feeling better now, but i did end up catching covid which led me to missing out on my graduation and the lorde concert i planned on going :( and god yeah, it did suck to have it!! the first two or so days i was so exhausted! hope neither of us ever catch it again!!

and ohh im glad youre enjoying your summer ☀️☀️ also rip i dont watch strangers things but im glad you liked it! i started the first season when it first came out but it just wasnt something for me 🤧wait you do!! thats so cool that you live close to the beach! i wish i did :(( not even because i like water, i dont, but just sitting by the beach/a body of water is just everything!! ah thats responsible!! im glad to hear youre still enjoying legos even tho you arent into it as much anymore !!

and well, a lot of my plans got cancelled because of covid rip but aside from that, i did see olivia rodrigo recently which was insane !! so that was really fun ✨ i also just got back from a trip to amsterdam and really had the time of my life there!! got to see some of van gogh's, monet's and rembrandt's work up close and in person, so that was insane!! also been reading!! currently in the process of finishing up ocean vuong's on earth we're briefly gorgeous and if u ever get around to it, you should read it!! its so good and well written!

yes of course i have!! i honestly think id listen to any version of all too well miss taylor drops LMAO the strings? freaking love em so much in that version!! also yeah, taylor really enjoys remixes!! honestly think she could have kept some locked away and just given us the grammy rock version of willow 🤧🤧 i just need it on spotify too!!

!!! i really think that hs3 is his best work yet!! every song is so good and oh my god i know!! daylight is so freaking cute! did u see the mv he released with james corden or whatever? its so freaking cute 💕💕 i think my favourite has to be love of my life!! still cant get over how he sings the opening!! but matilda, grapejuice and as it was along with daylight are some of my favourites as well!! im not even kidding, its funny how similar our taste in music is!!

yes speak soon !! hope youre doing great and lifes treating you well 💓💓

[deadcorgidonoteat]

My favourite.

Cw; Omegaverse, Dubcon, Madrigalcest, 🌸🦋and a lil 🦋⚖.

It was a cold night in Encanto, most people were bundled up till they could barely breathe from all the layers. Yet despite this frost that covered the usually sunny town one omega lay in her bed sweating up a storm.

Pathetic groans and whines sounded out as she squirmed around in her bed...Night shorts are already covered in a thick sweet slick. Mirabel was in heat all so suddenly; she swore she just had one yet here she was fingers buried in her mound. She was thankful Antonio had left the nursery at this point, thankful she could help herself without worrying she'd accidentally wake him.

After hours of trying to sleep to ignore the burning between her legs, the Omega let out a gruff growing groan. Pulling on the soaked shorts she slowly creaked her door open. Listening.

"..."

The coast was clear and with one hand latched so hard onto her neck that she'd appeared to be claimed, she stepped out. Slowly made her way through the sleeping house yet something felt odd...An aroma filled her lungs...Her brain...Her cunt. It made her slick run down her pants as she entered the kitchen...

The scent was worse here...a slight movement in the corner of her eye only to be filled with the scent again. Yet this time it was more familiar, a soft rose covered by a burning campfire...

"I-Isabe-Ah~"

Cut off on the middle of her sentence a vine was now in the Omegas throat. She frantically looked around yet this scent drove her insane...Unknowingly she began to suckle and gulp down the plant. Her lips teased its succulent skin as her throat constricted around it, this earned a stifled moan from behind her.

"Ah. Ah. Ahhhh. Good Omega only speak when spoken to Hermanita~"

Isabela! Mirabel spat the vine out about to give her sister a long-awaited few words until... Soft perfect fingers cupped her plush cheeks. A soft purr was pushed into her ear as something pressed up against her thighs. Cold saliva was pressed against the stolen scent gland...she didn't fight back.

"Go~oo~d girl...Thats it just relax. Let me make you feel perfect."

Mirabel groaned softly...Feeling the sizable bulge be rubbed against her thighs she began to drool slightly. Soft needy keens escaping her. Isa only laughed at this as she pushed Mirabel down, now on her knees, Mira was face to face with the perfect cock of her Alpha.

"Isa..."

She mouthed before the tip was suddenly pushed into her mouth, with a small gag Mira knew her command without Isa even having to speak.

Her tongue teased her tip, an inexperienced hand slowly jerking at the shaft as she chocked down inch after inch of the thick rod in her mouth. A single burst of pre-coating the Omegas mouth in a desire for more...she began to wildly suck, pre and drool dripping down her chin till...

Mirabel's eyes only closed for a few seconds...Only opening when tight restraints were binding her arms above her head and her sister was bottomed out inside of her.

"A...Alpha...Please...Please I never ask anything of you...Just make this stop..."

She found herself babbling, her beasts being cupped and kneaded by the vines around them, erect nipples being pulled and teased.

"Make what stop, Mi pétalo de rosa~?"

The alpha teased delivering a rough thrust into the Omega below her...Sure the way she had bedded Mirabel was iffy. Leaving Phermanones around her to force her into heat...Giving the flowers she knew would amp up her libido but it was All worth it. Seeing Mirabel under her squirming just from her cock alone...Now that was perfect.

"PLEASE ISA! BREED ME!"

Mirabel blurted out only to be silenced with a vine...Wrapping around her mouth like a snake the vine muffled the shower of moans about to take place. Isa wasted no time thrusting into her sister degrading her along the way...Growling into her ear how she was her omega...How lucky she was that Isa was doing this.

She loved it, She loved it and she hated it. Mirabel loved how rough Isa was how she left marks. How she thrust into her so hard an audible slap was heard when their thighs collided. How when her knot began to form she wasted no time burying it into her virgin core.

"ISA! IS...AH AH!..."

"That's it! Take it take my knot! Take my knot and seed, Mirabel!"

It was done, Mirabel was knotted. Isabela roughly claimed her...all within a few seconds. She felt the hot cum fill her stomach...She leaned back into Isabela who only sneered.

"Isa..yo-"

"What did you do." .

The burning scent that was Lucia entered the room, a snarling match quickly formed between the two sisters. Stuck between a rock and a hard place Mirabel began to whimper.

Not wanting to cause the omega distress Isabela begrudgingly settled herself releasing the small omega from her vine prison. Her body was covered in small burns and cuts from how hard she was constricted.

"I'm going to kill you."

Lucia growled at her older sister...taking Mirabel into her toned arms, quickly claiming the other side of her neck a tear streaming down her face as she shushed her whimpering mate.

"Hay...Hay its ok...its ok I'm here now...Lucia s here now..."

She purred affectionately into Mirabel's neck...glaring at Isa with nothing but a jealous rage that had been building for a long. Long time.

"SHE. IS. MINE."

[ishtarsreturn]

The Dead Dad Club by Dana Gabrielle Espinosa

You can find prints of this drawing here: ishtarsreturn.bigcartel.com

*~*~*

I only started processing my dad’s death

11 years after the fact,

I can’t explain why exactly, your brain sort of

goes into this

subterranean state in childhood, submerging

itself beneath the trauma,

buried in the heaviness of the memories

in your head, like a rotting sunken shipwreck,

and

as you get old, you let the flora overgrow,

hope in vain that the pain will let you go if

you just forget it in the depths.

If I simply forgot the sound of

his ghost’s clear voice in my room one night,

or the blowing of his silver whistling,

cleansing our home from beyond the grave,

unbeknownst to us all,

I thought if I told him to just go away,

stop speaking so loudly in his death, that

the wound of it would heal, imperceptible,

not even a scar,

to the human eye,

and I could be normal and hide--

Normal,

meaning, not connected to

what can’t be seen,

not accompanied by a phantasmal protector,

not shrouded in his pearlescent veil, safe from

unseen harms all around,

not purposefully isolated from the ordinary and

the bound.

It took me 11 years to learn this was less of a

hindrance,

and more of a gift, a sacred perspective,

an archetypal membership,

a bridge between forgotten worlds in

this waking Hell.

I speak freely with him now,

acknowledge what he does for me when it

comes around,

witness his secret messages, like,

a colorful moth perched just in my view,

a snowstorm erupting at his grave in the

evening,

a sunny glittering of his face in the rearview

as I’m driving.

I learned to reply to him in his symbolic

language too, that is new,

an abandoned tongue, long repressed,

now expressed,

with my own rituals and lore;

light a candle in the night,

write a poem by its flickering light,

dance and get the heart pumping,

then, quickly now, begin the drumming,

while the sky breaks out into triumphant

trumpeting.

~ * ~ * ~

✨🕊🌨The Dead Dad Club🌨🕊✨Ever since my dad died when I was 9, I would tell people I was part of the “Dead Dad Club.” I noticed as a kid that in lots of fairytales and stories, the main characters often had a dead father. This weirdly became a coping mechanism for me. Little 10, 11, 12 year old me reasoned that, if all these heroic and unique characters I admired had dead fathers, and still went on to have fantastical adventures, met passionate lovers, and accomplished amazing feats, having a dead father couldn’t be THAT bad of a situation. I felt, there’s gotta be some magic to it, or else it wouldn’t be a part of the recipe for so many heroic tales. And I found that magic in my own life, 11 years later, and realized death isn’t the end of the relationship. It’s only a transformation of it, bringing with it supernatural happenings, gifts, and connections💀As we move thru Autumn, the time when the veil is the thinnest, it has this archetypal energy on my mind. Are you or someone you know a member of The Dead Dad Club?🙏🏻✨💙🦋