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goldmanguyperson · 2 years ago

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intro post for NERDS!

this post is REALLY REALLY LONG. you dont have to read it. it literally is for nerds

Please don’t send me donation asks. They won’t get posted here. I’m really sorry, but I want you to know that your time is better spent with someone else.

(post features potentially triggering and general uncomfortable content under the manifesto section)

I might sometimes post musings about sexual ideas and i will be horny on main sometimes, but i will always tag it properly. Under the tag “nsft”. i also have exclusive tag “#gold goes crazy on main” that you can blacklist if you dont wanna blacklist the more general tags for your own reasons. i also have an NSFW Tumblr account under the name veganvore (i just think the name is funny, sorry vegan vorers). i will block accounts that do not state that they are an adult over there, which reminder, will also prevent me from seeing your stuff. ALSO THERE IS NSFW IN MY LIKES, and it might not be tagged well or use the same system I do

I try to tag for commonly triggering content but i sometimes forget for stuff like bugs because i simply dont find them scary or upsetting. if you really cant handle seeing a bug at any capacity then my blog probably isnt for you. I tag anything that looks like a bug as a bug, but i tag spiders separately because some people fear them uniquely, and i do not tend to tag for crustaceans such as shrimp or crabs because discomfort around those is less common. I tag very plainly; I do not use cw or tw, I just flat out tag the thing as itself, unless the tag would make the post be filtered (in which case I always use cw before the word). i also try to tag for all animal death and dead animals, including bugs and fish (which are tagged separately because i know not everyone reacts to dead bugs or fish the same as mammals or birds or reptiles)

I do not tag syscourse as syscourse anymore because I get too many people who I don’t want to speak to when I do. replacement tag is #really stupid shit you dont wanna see

If your dni has an identity that i identify with on there then know i am not not interacting with you out of respect, i am not interacting with you because you are a fucking asswipe. Be a better person. People who believe they know more about me than me, or use trauma as an excuse to be bigoted and stay bigoted, do not have my respect.

Liberal blocker

actual stuff begins here idk why i ramble so much man

im gold just call me gold. Or, my other names include tank and any model/(appropriate. none of the bigoted ones) nickname of tank, plane, or nuclear bomb (aside from fat man or little boy or enola gay for hopefully obvious reasons). i will respond best if it is very clearly directed at me or is one of my favorite vehicles/bombs: tsar bomba, kv-1, molodets, locust, chaffee, whatever whatever

my pronouns are he/him (normal caps), He/Him, and HE/HIM. i stole pronouns from god and HIM from the powerpuff girls

trans and gay full of autism adhd yum

WASHINGTON STATE BEST STATE WEST COAST BEST COAST FUCK CALIFORNIA THOUGH WE GO FAR FAR NORTH PACIFIC 🦅🦅🦅🦅 RAHHHHHHHHH

im a shapeshifter otherkin. I am othervague for all these things (swings between kin, hearted, and link): birds, machines, and ‘pedes (millipedes and centipedes). am werebear; this is not a physical identity, i just much prefer to use the “were” term for it rather than otherkin, as it feels much more correct. But really, i can be anything. i have experienced a whole range of nonhuman stuff, cuz shapeshifter. if i post in a more specific tag know i am not attempting to like… invade, or anything. i do actually be feeling that way

Russia place/countrykin. not a putin supporter or even a nationalist; Слава Україна. more connected to the land and its “memories” than anything else. if this confuses you please read my post: Nationalists do not love their country

list of stuff i am

i am plural. im fuckitgenic. I reject the entire genic label system. you dont get to know how traumatized or not i am, cuz i dont even fucking know either. I don’t even think it’s that relevant. I am because i am, we are because we are, trying to look back into this life to see why it turned out this way is, in our opinion, just not fucking worth our time.

You probably wont see my headmates here as they struggle to form words for outside use, but you still might.

headmates you might see include:

The Eagle (he is a bald eagle)

The Nothing Beast (a big jet black dromeosaurid-like monster with back spines. actually quite nice. speaks in all caps)

Sputnik-1 (introject of the satellite). Profile is @satellite-one!

Bear (a spirit bear. might come off a bit mean. Bear is often just trying to protect us, but Bear also struggles with friendly or respectful communication)

Alan @amcomputer

Giratina or Leaf-That-Shakes-In-Wind

if you start complaining about “uehhh but i have to know if youre traumatized to know how valid you are!!!” im going to skewer you like a shrike. we do not take kindly to prescriptive labeling.

i am posic (Perception of Object Sentience, Individuality, and Consciousness). I don’t believe objects speak to me and i dont believe they are externally alive, but i feel like they should be. it happens especially with military vehicles and nuclear missiles. when i look at them i feel a similar sense of life i feel when i look at an animal. is it weird? Oh yeah. It is. i have thought about this a lot and i can expand on it in another post if wanted.

im also objectum and conceptum tbe american flag is my boyfriend im sorry… I hate the government and i hate borders and i understand it would be better for countries to not have influence over material reality and all that shit (i am an anarchist. winning) but countries as a concept beyond reality are really important to me please understand. nationalists hate him (me) actually

carrd (mentions nsfw topics)

neocities (wip)

tags

#shut up! the eagle’s talking! - essays and personal experiences [not in use]

#this is chrome ball radio - My headmate Sputnik’s thoughts and feelings. [not in use—@satellite-one]

#gold goes crazy on main - mentioned above. though not actually just plain horny stuff, more for musings that may be sexual and have to do with me personally and I GUESS I LIED!!! ITS HORNY

#falconer hood experiences - Dreams that i have. theyre crazy. you will want to read

#first past the posting - Primarily posts about voting in the US. i used to try to use it as a general USpol tag but i keep forgetting (as i do with many of my tags) and truly i think the voting part is the stuff i want to collect the most

#galaxies of valleirkro - My spore stuff. Many permutations. Species will be tagged #valleirkro (species name), for example #Valleirkro Zoxun. Characters will be tagged their full name, such as #ikli-kit keletet.

#M.A.D. or Mutually Assured Destruction - Sentient country stuff that got out of hand and now is basically sci fi alternate history about learning to love each other and rise up against the powerful people and ideas keeping us apart. Characters will be tagged #M.A.D. (character name), as they only have a single peopley name. For example, #M.A.D. Maximilian. I do not tag them as the countries they are if I have a name for them, mostly because I don't want confusion when speaking of them in the same breath as the actual country. if you want to know which is which, do not be afraid to ask - i usually try to choose names that are of cultures and languages in the country, but I know not everyone is familiar with other languages, and many names are found across multiple cultures. Curious about what the fuck the ‘canon’ i keep talking about is or why not all characters seem to act in a way you’d expect? read this post.

#gold's Starmen - Characters that can traverse the multiverse. Characters are mostly of the species Arvien; flat-faced bird people (yes made out of a desire to try to get away from the country stuff. i know yes, it did not work. but now i have a whole new world so it's cool). Species get tagged as #Starmen (species), for example #Starmen Arvien. Characters get tagged their full name, for example #Zakul Kuzarus. Sometimes exceptions are made for characters that do not have a "full" name. They instead have their species name after their name, like in #Ihsek Xek.

#0001 or One Past Zero - Sentient machines! Primarily focused on old military vehicles despite the time period it’s set in (i have very obvious interests lol). Group of sapient nukes go boom (because thats the only way i know to start a story i guess) and send the world into a new era with very weird problems like uhhh world war 3. Characters mostly tagged “(name) (vehicle type)” because many do not have more than one name, like in #Yaroslav KV-1.

#black hole stuff and #black hole guys - I like black holes, and characters with black hole symbolism/heads make me go googoo

#russiaposting - i like russia. a lot of this is complaining about the russian government and russian imperialism because its hard to find much else old i posted/reblogged about russia to tag it. but i do indeed love russia

#siberiaposting - Siberia is awesome as fuck and i think its terrible that people treat it like a barren wasteland. People have been living there for tens of thousands of years!

Tags for animals i like: #bug #water bug #invert #parrots #and that eagle? well. hah. It was me #i am a bear and you are too

sometimes i post stuff under the tag “#strano shari”. this is because i made the mistake of thinking about the very scary looking russian state sponsored countryballs comics again. it is called страно шары (can be romanized as strano shari). every single time i post about it my research will go nowhere and you will want to stop me. you cannot stop me. you should probably filter this tag if you dont want nightmares

manifesto (sort of like a dni + its opposite but i actually explain things to ease my anxiety and autism) if you dont wanna read this thats fine but dont be surprised when i say something you dont like lol

Almost anyone is welcome here. But if you believe that you know more than other people do about their own identity then go away. Disgusting shit. Begone

that being said you cannot change your race. racial emotional limbo should only belong to people who are mixed race. Race is inextricably linked at the hip with racism (race as a concept was created specifically to subjugate people), therefore there simply is not a way to treat it like an identity you can change just cuz you want to without being racist. You can find ways to participate in another culture without being the race often associated with it. many people would be much happier to show you their culture if you weren’t trying to identify as the race associated with it. Begone

I cant believe this is something that needs to be said anywhere but if you are an apologist for imperialism, capitalism, or authoritarianism, or are otherwise a supporter of any of this shit, fuck you. USSR, Russia, USA, China, Israel (i support self determination for jewish people but i firmly believe that modern israel does not care about jewish people), Nazism, whatever i dont care. they all suck and you shouldnt be trying to blanket excuse them. Begone

I am a trans man and i believe in bigotry that is specifically targeted towards us because i live in the real world as a trans man. you guys are just weird. radical feminism is not a solution, as it accepts gender binaries and gender stereotypes as immutable truth, and refuses to see the complex intersections between identities due to saying gender is the only thing that matters socially (like really guys? class is definitely more important). it can only ever be regressive and bigoted for these reasons

go away if you indulge in zoophilic or pedophilic content. hope it’s obvious why. indulging in lusting after real ass living beings who cannot consent is fucking weird as shit. Begone

I do not care what kinks you have as long as you arent (nonconsensually) hurting anyone. yes i mean any of them. Yes even whatever one youre thinking about. i dont care. all i care about is that any that can be safely done irl are practiced safely. Do your RACK and shittt

transage is fine. its not about pedophilia, that is a 4chan smear campaign cuz they thought it was fucking weird. it is about age regression and trauma and that kinda shit, idk, just read up on chronosian identity or something if you want. Also the things we associate with certain ages are more often than not socially constructed and so like idk, fuckin whatever dude. Begone

if you think age regression is bad then you do not know what it is. it is also not pedophilic in nature, it is often about comfort and often is a trauma or anxiety response. Please research and talk to real people before assuming something is bad just cuz it sounds weird. Begone

mspec lesbians are cool. “contradictory” labels are cool. my (real physical person) boyfriend is every letter of the queer alphabet and every person who hates a contradictory label will face our combined wrath. Begone

medicalism die begone. scientists do not know everything and often even science itself goes against “medicalist” beliefs. Minds are actually super crazy and weird and science understands this. If you are happier, or more at peace, and more able to understand and work with yourself because of a label and the support that comes with it then it is a good one.

^ includes “not supporting” endogenic systems by the way. Begone

creating headmates is fine (i think most of my headmates were accidentally created) but tulpa terminology is based upon a pretty heavy series of cultural appropriations of Buddhism (have you ever heard of “chakras are connected to your organs”? yeah. thats not true. thats a western idea that comes from the kinda colonial concept that we can force an eastern religion into the originally western conception of science as almighty truth that everything must tie to to be considered real by anybody, and the western idea of tulpas are mainly from this version of buddhism). Asian religions and cultural practices are already a really big target for western cultural appropriation, maybe we shouldn’t add to that, okay? i mean i wont tell you to go away like i have for the others here. and i actually wont tell you that its absolutely not okay because this is a pretty complex little cranny of reality. but i do ask you to perhaps be a little more conscious of how this stuff all connects

it is okay to be wrong

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kelyon · 2 years ago

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Hot Cocoa and Stolen Kisses 6: Orange

Lacey and Gold spend Christmas together

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“You don’t happen to have a zester, do you?” Lacey looked down at the bag of oranges sitting on the counter of Roald’s kitchen.

Without missing a beat, he pulled open a drawer and took out a long microplane. He presented it to her with a showy wave, like a juggler.

“Do you think I’m some kind of amateur?” he teased.

Lacey crinkled her nose. “Next you’ll be telling me you’ve got a fine-mesh strainer I can use instead of half a two-liter bottle and a coffee filter.”

“It’s called a chinois.” His hand lingered on the small of her back as he passed her to get to another cabinet. He retrieved a large, cone-shaped sieve on a long handle. “We can line it with cheesecloth, if the expert thinks it’s necessary.”

She shrugged, mildly amused at him calling her an expert in anything, much less cooking. In the weeks since they’d started dating, Roald had proved his prowess in the kitchen over the course of a dozen extravagant meals. Lacey had nothing to her credit except hot chocolate.

It was Christmas Eve and it was the first time Lacey was making cocoa at his place. As well as she knew her recipe, it was a little odd to make it here. Uncomfortable, like brushing your teeth using the wrong hand. She kept having to ask him where he kept utensils and ingredients. This kitchen was pristine, so she was hyper-aware of spills and other messes, along with how many dishes she was dirtying. Ways of doing things that were fine in her apartment suddenly seemed below par for a real kitchen.

Roald had no idea, of course. He spent the whole evening being lovely. He fetched whatever she needed or told her when it was close at hand. He asked questions and offered suggestions--not as any kind of dig or to prove how much better he was at cooking, but because he was genuinely passionate about this stuff. He wanted her take on things. He listened to her ramble on about her ‘process’ while she tried to make her actions look natural and sophisticated. Like this Julia Child chef he kept referencing--she probably never made a mess in the kitchen. Roald was so sweet, so patient. He deserved the world. All Lacey wanted was to impress him.

Prove to him that she was worthwhile.

Aside from her ridiculous nerves, it was a beautiful night. Storybrooke was the kind of American small town where it was legally mandated that it snow on Christmas Eve. Earlier in the month, there had been honest-to-God carolers roaming the streets. Every house had a wreath on the door and lights in the windows. None of them compared to all three stories of Roald’s pink Victorian mansion.

He had hired decorators to fill his house with fresh pine inside and out. There were miles of lights and red velvet ribbons and garlands of real cranberries strung up all over. The tree in his living room was eight feet tall, trimmed with bulbs in every color. There was a turkey in the fridge for tomorrow, to be served with mashed potatoes and oyster stuffing. It was more food than the two of them would be able to eat, but it meant something to him to have too much.

He told Lacey he had always wanted to go all-out for Christmas, but never had before. This was the first year he had anyone to share it with.

She scraped an orange across the zester over a ‘mise en place bowl’--which was just a fancy name for a regular small bowl you could put ingredients in. Frowning, she eyeballed the small mound of orange zest against the dutch oven full of lightly-steaming cocoa on the stove. Should she zest another, or would that overpower the chocolate?

“How much do you like orange, anyway?” she asked Roald. This flavor had been a special request, once she’d finally broken him down to ask for what flavor he really wanted, and not just take whatever nonsense she thought up.

“At Christmastime? I like it quite a bit.”

He was standing next to her at the counter, close enough that she could see his wistful smile. She knew that look by now, the look of him wanting something but being afraid to have it.

He used to look at her like that.

She reached for another orange. “Then I’ll make sure there’s plenty.”

After stirring the zest into the chocolate, she set a timer for half an hour.

“Don’t wanna risk the orange turning bitter if we leave it in too long,” she explained. “We’ll give it a taste when the timer goes off, and if it’s good I’ll strain it out with your shin-wah.” She exaggerated the French word. “Then a quick reheat if we need it, and Christmas cocoa will be yours.”

“Ours.” Roald’s hands were at her waist as he stood behind her. He nibbled on her ear lobe. “I want to share it with you, my Lacey.” His lips traveled down to her neck. “None of this would happen if it weren’t for you.”

She pushed back against him, grinding her ass against his body in a way she knew drove him wild.

“That’s just as true for me, love,” she whispered. “If it wasn’t for you…”

“Shh.” He turned her around in his arms, held her close and kissed her. “We’re here now, sweetheart. We’re together. We have each other. I love you.”

In the twenty-three days since she’d first heard him say that, it still hadn’t gotten old.

****

The timer was loud enough to interrupt their impromptu make-out session. Lacey shooed Roald out to the living room while she wrangled the hot chocolate.

She hated to admit it, but it was easier to do things without him in the kitchen. Her head was clearer. It wasn’t embarrassing to poke around in cupboards looking for things. She’d get there, she knew it. Once she understood the layout, she could feel like she belonged in Roald’s space. She wanted to be as comfortable in the kitchen as she was in his bedroom. Lacey grinned to herself at the thought. That would be very comfortable indeed.

After a bit of rummaging, she found a pot to drain the cocoa into. She put the pot into the sink and set the chinois inside. Then she took a deep breath and braced herself to pick up the hot cocoa off the stove.

At her apartment, she cooked in a dinky aluminum spaghetti pot, but Roald’s kitchen was equipped with a five-and-a-half-quart dutch oven imported from France. It was sturdy, which meant it was heavy. Even heavier when it was full of a steaming-hot liquid that was currently the most precious commodity in Lacey’s life. She could heft it up, but wouldn’t be able to rest it against her abdomen while she walked, like she would any other bulky weight. This mission would depend entirely on the strength of her twig-like arms. But she could do it.

Slowly and carefully, with a potholder covering each hand, she made her way from the stove to the sink.

It was unnatural, how happy she was to succeed in pouring the cocoa into the chinois. She didn’t spill a Goddamned drop! That proved it. She knew what she was doing. She was strong and she was responsible. She could be trusted with the thing that meant so much to the man who meant so much to her. When Lacey set down the dutch oven, she was relieved of more than just the weight of enamel-coated cast iron.

Earlier, Roald had gathered up supplies for serving the cocoa. Lacey put together a plate of his shortbread biscuits and set it on a breakfast tray. He never ate with her cocoa, he said it didn’t need any accompaniment. She mostly agreed, but buttery homemade shortbread was worth an exception.

Next on the tray was an eighteenth-century porcelain hot chocolate set. Apparently cocoa had been a big deal back in the day and it needed its own servingware. Details were hazy as to whether Roald had always owned this set or had taken it home from his shop just for tonight. Every piece was glazed dark green and hand-painted with purple thistles. He must have chosen it because it reminded him of Scotland.

The hot chocolate set was distinct from the bone china tea set that was prominently displayed in his dining room. That teapot was squat and round, where the chocolate pot was much taller. More elegant, Lacey thought. The cups were also taller than most teacups. The proportions were more like normal mugs, though made of much finer stuff. The porcelain was so thin and delicate you could see light shine through them.

She was exceptionally careful as she poured the strained cocoa into the tall pot and arranged the cups and saucers around it. She tried to tell herself that she was being silly. At this point in the relationship, Roald wasn’t going to call everything off if she accidentally chipped a cup. It would be fine.

Still, she wanted to be careful with his stuff. Because being responsible was important. Because he was important.

Fortunately, the cocoa tray wasn’t half as heavy as the dutch oven had been. Lacey made it from the kitchen to the living room with no mishaps.

She wasn’t fucking anything up.

****

Roald was sitting on the floor in front of the fire. He had arranged an ungodly number of pillows and blankets into a kind of nest with the couch as a back. He turned around when Lacey came in. His eyes were practically twinkling.

“Hey,” he smiled. “Come sit.”

She set the cocoa tray on the floor by his feet, then snuggled in next to him under a plaid wool blanket. Since they were at home, she had gotten him to put on a sweater instead of a suit. The burgundy cashmere was soft against her cheek.

“This is very cozy.”

“That’s the idea.” He draped his arm over her shoulder, pressed his lips to the side of her head. “The tree looks so big from down here.”

“It’s a big tree from any angle.”

“Yes, but this makes it feel larger than life. Like…” He looked down, suddenly closed-lipped.

At this point in their relationship, Lacey could practically see inside his head. Every time he stopped talking like that, it meant he was thinking of something he didn’t want to talk about but desperately needed to. It had happened a few times since they’d started dating.

“Like?” she prompted.

“Like when I was a child,” he finished, still looking away. “We--the women who raised me after my father left--they had an artificial tree, probably less than three feet high. It had to go on a little table in the front room. There wasn’t a lot of space for storage in that house and real trees were expensive, even then…” He sighed, shook his head.

She waited. His past was hard for him to reminisce about. From what he told her, it had been hard for him to live through.

“It was the first Christmas tree I ever had,” he said at last. “I was… seven years old, maybe eight when he left me there, and I had never lived in a place with a Christmas tree.” He gave a laugh, dark and bitter. “God knows Malcolm Gold wasn’t going to sober up long enough to be festive.”

She squeezed his hand, then leaned forward to reach for the cocoa. “Your father is such an asshole.”

“Was,” Roald corrected while she poured. “I have that much to be grateful for.”

She handed him a cup and saucer, then poured some cocoa for herself. She scooted back until she was next to him again. Roald looked down into the chocolate, but didn’t taste it.

Oh, he was in a bad way.

“But the Christmas tree?” she asked softly.

At the sound of her voice, his shoulders relaxed. His face lost the grave lines the memories had brought out of him. He brought his cocoa close to his chest, up to the level of his heart.

“That Christmas tree.” His smile was almost too small to see. “That stunted, re-used, five quid, plastic Christmas tree--was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I was… dazzled by it. I’d kneel at the table in the window like it was an altar and look up into a world of blinking jewels.”

His gaze shifted to the tree they had now--the tree he’d never put up, before Lacey had come into his life. Multicolored lights washed over his face. For an instant, Lacey saw the little boy he’d been. A boy who had spent his whole life afraid and unloved but was now, for the first time, coming into a home where he’d be cared for and cherished.

Lacey had already loved Roald for what he had brought into her life. Now her heart blazed with a fierce determination to bring something into his. She had to protect that little boy, had to give him everything he had ever lacked.

“I want to kiss you,” she told him. “But I don’t want to spill the hot chocolate.”

He laughed at that, deep and hearty, actually happy. “At least you’ve finally started to ask.”

With one hand, he held his saucer out to the side. She did the same thing, but wished they had put the cups down altogether. As she kissed him, she wanted to press against him fully, get as close as it was possible to be. Not just sex--they’d done that plenty. Lacey wanted to crawl inside Roald’s skin, to burrow into the very soul of him and envelop him with her love.

He seemed to know. He kissed her on the forehead when they broke apart.

“Thank you, sweetheart. It’s easier to speak of these things with you.”

She sniffled, then tried to pretend that she hadn’t. She straightened up. “You--you’ve got to drink that while it’s still hot, you know.”

He kissed her again, soft and sweet. “As you say, my love.” He raised his cup, and clinked it against hers. “Merry Christmas, Lacey.”

She drew her knees up to her chest to watch him drink. As he inhaled the scent of chocolate and oranges, the years seemed to melt away from his face. All the worry, all the heartbreak, all the loneliness was gone. Lacey’s heart filled, not only with compassion, but with a kind of possessive pride. She had done that, no one else. She had helped him. She made him feel good, feel safe, feel loved. And she was gonna keep doing it, for as long as he would let her.

His lips parted and he let the cocoa wash over his tongue. Then his eyes shot open and his body jerked a little. He covered his mouth with his hand.

Shit.

“Shit, what’s wrong?” Lacey took his cup and put it to the side. “Is it too hot, or did I--”

Without a word, Roald grabbed her by the arms and pulled her in for a kiss.

It was so abrupt, so unexpected, that Lacey spent half a second completely rigid. Then she sank into him. Her arms went up over his shoulders. Roald held her waist, pressed her tight against him. Even when they broke apart to breathe, he didn’t let her go.

His body shook, and it took Lacey too long to realize he was laughing.

“This is perfect,” he said softly, his arms wrapped around her middle. “You’re so perfect, Lacey.” He kissed her again, covered her face with kisses.

When he looked at her, his eyes were large and moist with tears. His smile was almost too big for his face.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“Oh, Roald,” she murmured.

Holding his face in both hands, she kissed the tears away from his eyes. She’d never had a boyfriend brave enough to cry in front of her. She’d never met anyone who had as much passion in his heart as Roald Gold.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He held her hand, brought her fingertips to his lips. “I love you more than my own life.”

She had to laugh at that, a short chuckle that would have been a scoff if it wasn’t sincere. She shook her head. “Considering your life, baby…”

“It wasn’t all bad.” He held her in one arm and reached for his cocoa with the other. “I had a few happy years. With oranges and hot cocoa at Christmas.”

“So that’s what it is.” Lacey grabbed a shortbread biscuit off the plate. “That’s why you wanted this flavor.”

“We never had much for extras,” he said. “Though even having the necessities was more than I was used to with my father.” He sighed. “But at Christmas, oranges were cheap. Both my foster mothers had grown up in poverty, so stockings full of oranges and apples were as much as they’d ever gotten as far as presents.” He gave a small smile. “In a gray Scottish winter, having an orange is like carrying the sun in your pocket.”

“And the cocoa?”

He shook his head ruefully. “It was the smallest extravagance in the world. We didn’t have presents or parties, we didn’t go out on the town--but we had cocoa. And we had each other.”

He took a sip, then sighed. It seemed like a piece of his world had been made right.

“What happened to them?” Lacey asked. It seemed obvious, but she wanted to hear it how Roald wanted to tell her.

“They died.” He said it simply. “When I was twenty, just before I’d earned enough money to set them up in comfort. I lost them both within six months of each other. First to heart failure, then to heartbreak. You know how it can be with old couples.”

“A couple, huh?” Lacey bit her shortbread consideringly. “So they were elderly Scottish lesbians in--what, the seventies? Eighties? I bet they had stories to tell.”

Roald nodded, but said nothing. Still holding her, he stared ahead into the crackling fire.

“And since then you’ve had no one else in your life?”

“Just heartless girlfriends and shady business associates.” He took a drink, a long one this time. “No one worthwhile--until you.”

Lacey’s face went hot. She pulled away from him. The blanket they shared was covered in crumbs from her shortbread. A mess. Of course she made a mess. She brushed the crumbs away, into the fire.

“I--I don’t know if you’ve thought that part out yet. I mean, sure I make decent cocoa, but--”

“Sweetheart.” He put a hand over hers, to still her anxious cleaning. “Trust me. You’re worthwhile.”

“How do you know? We’ve been dating for less than a month.”

“The happiest month of the last thirty years.” He squeezed her hand, looked into her eyes.

He meant it. God, he really meant it. What had she done to him?

Lacey sighed. “What if you’re just getting carried away? Swept up in the rush of emotion?”

“Me?” His eyebrows raised. “Lacey, I thought it was understood: Of the two of us, I’m the one far less likely to act on impulse.”

Her lips twitched in involuntary amusement, but she didn’t say anything.

“If anything, I’m sure I’m too deliberative,” Roald went on. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for days and I haven’t determined the best way to start.”

She rubbed her face. “So you’re doing it now?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Sure.” Lacey took a drink of her cocoa. It really wasn’t bad. She had never thought to put oranges and chocolate together before. “What’s going on?”

Roald cleared his throat. “The lease on your apartment is up at the end of the month.”

She gave her boyfriend a look. “Landlord talk? Now?”

“It’s important, I promise.”

She rolled her eyes, but sat up straight and looked him in the face. Apparently this had turned into a business cuddle.

“I thought my lease was set up to automatically renew. I was gonna go month to month.”

Actually, her original plan had been to leave Maine after a year. She had wanted to see what other states had to offer or maybe head up to Canada. That idea had gone out the window as soon as things with Roald had started to get interesting.

“I don’t…” He cleared his throat for the second time in five minutes. “You don’t have to rent month to month if you don’t want to.”

Lacey smirked. “Mr. Gold, are you trying to get me to sign another contract?”

“No,” he said. A smile flickered at her attempt at a joke. “Actually, I think it’s bad business to rent to someone with whom I’m romantically involved.”

At those words, some irrational spirit of indignation flared up in her belly. She jerked away from him, started to stand up.

“If you’re going to break up with me on Christmas Eve, it had better be for a better reason than--”

“Move in with me,” he cut her off. He was still on the ground. His hands reached out to her. “That’s what I’m asking for, Lacey. I would like it if you lived here. With me. As my girlfriend. No contracts, no rent, just… us.”

Lacey plopped onto the couch, so quickly it was almost a fall.

“Us?” she whispered. She looked down at him. “You want us to live here. Together?”

It wasn’t a totally new concept. They had been dating properly for a month now. They’d spent almost every day at one or another of their places, and just as many nights. And it wasn’t like he was asking her to marry him. This was just a solution to the problem of him being her landlord.

She stood up again.

“Wait, no. Roald, I’m rich. If this is just about business, I can buy the apartment from you for a fair price.”

“That apartment comes with the entire library.”

She shrugged. “My parents always wanted me to read more. They’ll pay for it.” Her parents would pay extra just to see her with a permanent address.

“Lacey, it’s not just about business.” From his place on the floor, he took her hands. “I want to live with you. Every day. I hate every time I say good-bye to you, even when I know I’ll see you in a few hours. I want you in my home. I want you in my life, sweetheart.”

“Me?” She sank to her knees, overwhelmed. “Roald, honey, I-- You know I’m a hot mess.”

He smiled. “And you know I’m a cold mess,” he said. “We’re people, sweetheart. We’re messy. Now, I don’t expect you to fix all my problems, and I know you don’t think I can fix yours--but we can still help each other. You know how much you’ve helped me already.”

She squeezed his hand, shifted from her knees to her butt so she was sitting next to him again. “Yeah,” she said. “And I do love being around you. I do love you! You know that, right?”

“I do.”

“But I don’t want to fuck it up,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t.” He leaned in close and started to kiss her. “I know you, Lacey French.” Kiss. “I know you’re adventurous.” Kiss. “And dedicated.” Kiss. “Inventive and intelligent.” Kiss, kiss. “I know I want to have you by my side.” Kiss. “For as long as I deserve you.”

“Shut up,” she nibbled on his neck. “You deserve me. You deserve better than me. You deserve someone like you: Classy and sophisticated. Smart--”

“You are smart, I already said that.”

Lacey chuckled. “And funny. Does anyone know how funny you are, Roald?”

“No one in this town knows my first name.” He kissed her. “You’re the only one that cared. You’re the only one I want. Just tell me that you want me too, sweetheart. Tell me you want to be with me.”

“I really do.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, straddling his legs. “I do want to be around you. Day and night. For as long as you’ll put up with me.”

“Forever then,” he whispered.

“Or at least til the cocoa runs out.”

“Or you get tired of my cooking.”

“Or the sex stops being interesting.”

“Or you meet someone closer to your age.”

“Or I have a baby and get fat.”

For just a second, he pulled away. He looked at her with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Now who’s moving too fast?”

She shrugged. “You still want a family, don’t you? You said you used to want that. I bet you’d love to have a little kid to spoil rotten at Christmas. If I move in with you, that’s only going to be more possible. We’ll have to talk about it.”

“Well, I’d like to be married before I have children.”

Lacey nodded. “We’ll have to talk about that too. We’ll have to talk about laundry and taxes and my parents in Australia and all kinds of dumb, boring, important shit. You know that, right? If I move in with you, it’s real life. It won’t be all hot cocoa and stolen kisses. Do you still want it?”

He didn’t hesitate for an instant. “Yes, Lacey. I want all of it. All the mundane tedium of life. All of the highs and all of the lows and all of the nothing and everything in the middle. I want all of that with you.”

“Good,” she kissed him. “Because I want it too.”

#hot cocoa and stolen kisses #rumbelle #golden lace #chirstmas in july

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msweebyness · 2 years ago

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Can we ask for multiple characters? If so, for the Monster Kids, what's your favorite thing about being your monster species?

Marinette: Well, for voodoo dolls like me, aside from the fact that it poses a risk to others, which sucks, losing a limb or getting torn up isn’t really a problem, because we can just sew up the damage!

Alya: Being able to phase through walls and other solid objects comes in pretty handy a lot of the time! Never need to worry about losing my room key for one!

Nino: Well, like Mari, losing limbs isn’t a problem for us Steins! Plus, my volts can charge up anything that me or my friends need in like half a minute, which is cool!

Max: Well, having several useful tools automatically built into your body comes in rather handy in a pinch, and you can always install new ones as needed! Perks of being a machine.

Kim: We werewolves have the sharpest senses of any monster species, that’s what makes us such awesome hunters! Turning into a wolf whenever I want is also pretty cool!

Alix: Turning an annoying jackassss who won't sssstop running their mouth to sssstone ssshutsss 'em up real quick. It’sss a pretty efficient way to teach people a lesssson.

Ivan: My people very strong. Five year old Yeti can crush boulders size of truck tires in bare hands. This is something I like. We also have high tolerance for pain, hit with rocks and snow a lot. Do not get cold easy either.

Mylene: Plant monsters can grow anything in a matter of minutes, we do have two green thumbs after all! We also don’t need anything but water and sunlight to survive!

Juleka: vampires have a lot of cool powers, to be honest. I like turning into a bat and flying around the most. It just makes you feel really free!

Luka: Yeah, same here. Going bat mode is pretty wicked!

Rose: Skeleton bones actually make pretty killer music, like psychedelic xylophones! I use my bones when I play with Jules! Plus I can reattach them, no sweat!

Sabrina: Grrrrrrggggghhhh, Urrrrrggggh. (Translation: Well, the best thing about being a zombie is probably the brain power! We’re not as stupid as people think, and we have LOOONG memories. We’re also great at organizing and coordinating stuff.)

Chloé: Being Egyptian royalty has a lot of perks! We have servants to take care of things for us, and we live in fancy pyramids with tons of treasure.

Zoe: We also can use ancient Egyptian magic, you know, summoning sandstorms, waves of scarabs, and all sorts of curses and spells!

Nathaniel: Well, I’m made of stone, so I never really have to worry about getting hurt. I can also use my own hands as chisels for my sculpting in a pinch, plus I can look Alix in the eyes.

Marc: I just really like being able to fly, it makes me feel free and really calm. Plus, having four arms means I can do a bunch of stuff at once!

Ondine: Well, I can breathe and survive in both fresh and salt water, which is really cool! I can also talk to fish and other aquatic creatures, they’re so sweet and funny. Plus, no one swims faster than me!

Kagami: Storm dragons such as myself can command the weather and climate. We also have an uncanny sense for locating treasure, especially gold.

Aurore: My kind has a vast array of the telepathic abilities, such as psychic communication and the levitating of objects with our mental strength.

Mireille: Being made of slime means that I don’t have to hold one shape. I can contort and manipulate my body to fit into just about any space!

Jean: Well, the pipes on us phantoms are pretty wicked! When I’m really projectin’, you can hear me almost a mile away! Plus, we can travel through mirrors, which is handy in a pinch.

Denise: Sasquatches can leap as far as thirty feet if we really put our backs into it! Makes hiking a lot of fun. Plus, we’re crazy strong, on the same level as yetis!

Simon: Well, Cyclops are favored by the sea gods, which is pretty cool. We’re also pretty strong and good at building stuff. I use it for tech more than anything.

Reshma: Well, my webs come in pretty handy for a lot of different things! Sewing thread, heavy duty rope, transportation, they can even be accessories or decorations! Also, like Marc said, multiple limbs make multitasking pretty easy!

Cosette: Well, we Minotaurs have pretty hard heads! I can smash right through a wall without even getting dizzy! Also, the nose rings look badass!

Ismael: Well, we werecats are kind of natural acrobats! Super agile, great at climbing and always land on our feet!

Lacey: Well, never having to worry about getting cold, that’s one thing! Plus, having flames leaping off your body makes for some wicked-looking stunts!

Lila: Being a harpy means that people don’t expect you to follow the rules, and being able to fly comes in handy when getting away with things.

#miraculous ladybug #monster high au #school for monstrous youths #ask the characters

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rayofsunshinc · 1 year ago

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MEET THE MUN - ooc

NAME?: Sara

PRONOUNS?: she/they

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: as of this moment, Aaron, Daryl, Michonne, Cassidy, Steve Harrington, Jughead, Bucky

RP PET PEEVES?: biggest pet peeve is BIG assumptions about my characters that clearly show they haven’t read important details on my bio page. I understand not reading my entire bios, some are long, but I have bullet points of things I feel are need to know. (Obvi doesn’t apply when I don’t have things done on the bio page but idk idk, I can just tell when someone is assuming/hasn’t looked at my blog at all) Other things that bother me? drama, ooc posts that are really frequent non-rp related to the point of I can’t tell it’s a rp blog and constantly negative, guilt tripping, pushing plots that I’m not into

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: this is a big read on myself, but y'all are my besties so I'll admit that in high school I did Glee roleplay on facebook, so technically I've been doing rp for about 15 years. I got on tumblr rp shortly thereafter, I'd say. my first rp blog on here was Arthur Pendragon and I still write him from time to time. :') This blog is also about 7 years old and I’ve been writing some of these characters for that long!

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: all three! I love a good balance of fluff and angst. my muses deserve to be happy, but I also love delving into their issues. smut probably comes in last, because (aside from a few of my muses who are slutssss), it has to be developed a little bit and even so, I don't like to only have smut on here.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: Both. I love memes for both fun and for things getting in depth. Sometimes things do go more easily with a little discussion, and anyone who has tried to plot with me probably knows I'm not great at it ... lol. but I do try, because clarification makes things easier, especially with deeper subjects and ships.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: I get carried away so easily and I do tend to fill in extra background thoughts and all that. Not opposed to any length as long as there is something to go off of.

TIME TO WRITE?: first thing in the morning, after getting ready for work/morning routine and having some coffee, I write for about an hour and lemme tell you, it's magical. In stark contrast to that, as soon as the sun goes down, if I concentrate for like an hour, gold! I also love to write when it's rainy/gloomy, and I have a little coffee treat.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: I tend to write characters that I relate to in some way most of the time. Some are very similar, some I don’t think there’s much but internal stuff. Here’s a list of who I’m most to least like, just for fun! Ben, Jonathan, Peeta, Dan, Stiles, Aaron, Jughead, Richie, Eddie, Nick, Kevin, Dominic, Allison, Bucky, Steve R, Daryl, Michonne, Natasha, Cassidy, Mickey, Steve H, Fiona, Cheryl

tagged by: @untilthcyrot

tagging: @painofhumanity, @apurekindness, @filmdesque, @lostgrimesgirl, @corignem, and anyone else who wants to share!

#dash games #out of sunshine #happy munday #well …. almost Munday

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the-one-blog-to-rule-them-all · 1 year ago

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FF7 spoilers under the break you've been warned

So here’s my official writeup on my thoughts and feelings on FF7 from start to finish. I’m sure I’ll skip some parts but I just neeeeeed to talk about this and I have nobody to talk to about it now bc my irl friends are not the fandom girlies I typically associate with lol. For anyone who reads this, bear in mind that I have somehow not been spoiled for literally anything in the OG game (and haven’t played it) aside from the one obvious big thing (and even then, I didn’t know when it happens or any of the circumstances surrounding it).

The start of the game is hype and exciting because WOW NEW LOCATION!!! But honestly I had a bit of doubt going in. I was incredibly excited just to get back into the world I hold so dearly to my heart but there’s always this nervousness that comes with any piece of media you look so forward to because if it sucks then it just… ends. You don’t get a redo of something, ya know? So there’s always that preliminary anxiety when I’m starting something new because I’ve really put all of my emotional eggs in this basket and I need it to be good.

But yeah you start off in Kalm and let me tell you the fucking cornfusion I was having with Cloud retelling this story to all of his friends… The Nibelheim Incident. And the whole time he’s retelling the story I’m like man I just don’t remember any of this and I’ve played the hell out of Crisis Core and I could have sworn this was Zack, Sephiroth, and Cloud (as a hidden shinra soldier, not out as Cloud). Like I remember the photograph they took with Tifa on the way up the mountain and it was Zack and Sephiroth and Tifa, no big Cloud moment. I remember thinking “But wasn’t Zack paired up with Sephiroth?” so I was incredibly confused by the end of this segment. But then Tifa validated my confusion by being incredulous herself so I was like oh okay, I’m not fucking crazy. Although I was still super confused!! Like why are they both remembering different things and not mentioning Zack at all (that comes later) and is Cloud lying? And is he doing it on purpose? That’s not the Cloud I know, the Cloud I know is a SOLDIER and seems pretty honorable (that’s my fucking bad by the way, I do NOT understand how playing Crisis Core three times, watching Advent Children countless times, and consuming so much fanfic and other media around this universe has allowed me to blow past the fact that CLOUD WAS NEVER A FUCKING SOLDIER. He couldn’t pass the mental test so he was just a regular Shinra grunt this whole fucking time and the only reason he has the Mako eyes is because of that fucking four years of tube testing Hojo did on him and Zack!! And then he just mentally checked Zack out after the trauma of his death and was like “yep, actually I did all of these things and Zack isn’t real”. LIKE WHAT??!?!?!?!!?!?! HOW DID I MISS THAT LMFAO)

To be honest the first half or so of the game kind of blurred together because it was very very very light on the story and that was really brutal for me. I think the first time I played Remake when it came out I blew through the story in like… 25 hours. I didn’t do AAAANY side quests because I was just so excited for the story stuff. So this time I really wanted to enjoy the story correctly and play it right the first time so that first half of the game was me doing the Rumplestiltskin toe gripping thing while I fought my way through all of the little side quests. But they felt fulfilling honestly. I really do love building a relationship with these characters but holy farking ship, I kept talking to Tifa all wrong and I was so scared lol. I swear every time I’d have to make a dialogue choice I picked the wrong one and he would say some dumbass shit to her. I was building a relationship with Barret easy fucking peasy we were just a couple of guys being dudes. And boy do I love Barret. I’ll always love the trope of a big scary man with a heart of gold and he’s honestly the model for that now. Every time he’d mention Marlene I’d feel my heart swell with joy that this imaginary character has so much love for that little girl. And I love Red XIII so much too, although slightly less now that his personality changed COMPLETELY, but I still can’t help but love him. I spent the whole first half of the game anxiously waiting for Cid or Vincent to show up (AS WELL AS FUCKING RENO, and although I understand why they cut his character for the ENTIRE GAME I cannot help but be heartbroken that one of my favorite characters was just left out) and forgot completely about Cait Sith!!!! So when we got to the sauce and I saw him my little heart completely leapt out of my chest I was so excited!! He was such a really truly amazing and wonderful little guy and I can’t believe I forgot about him. I didn’t know he was a little robot though which was shocking to learn, but it doesn’t matter. His little sacrifice at the end of the game made me tear up regardless of that. Yuffie was there too but she made me sooo mad at first lmao I ended up enjoying her character a lot though!

Queen’s Blood fucking rocked btw, that was insanely addicting and I wish they had more people to play lol.

Cloud is insanely loveable and crushable. I absolutely adore him and always have and always will. He’s such an endearing protagonist and to see him go through so much in this game was a lot to take in. The scenes he had where he was feeling joy were so important and added so much. I also love the Tifa cat side quest.

So yeah the story is kinda slow up until a little after the halfway point I’d say? It was a lot of just moving from place to place and slowly building things up but I think it worked. I will say that the Zack segments were short and confusing because of their scarcity and length. I would play as him for 3 minutes after 20 hours of doing other shit and then be like “wow! I still know nothing!” lol. Which isn’t a bad thing necessarily but it was disappointing when I felt like there was a lot of marketing in this game about Zacks part of the story. But once the story picked up I was so fucking in dude. Also once I got my Cloud/Tifa date outcome on the first try it was like the game allowed me to give 0 fucks about finishing the rest of the side quests I had left by the wayside lol. Which was nice. And their date was absolutely everything my shipping heart wanted. The Loveless Play was SOOOOO AMAZING OMG the set and how they put all of the characters into it! Was so good. And I’m a sucker for that kind of thing. AND THEN THE FERRIS WHEEL?!?!?!?! Their entire conversation the entire date was so like warm and “natural” for them and it was so nice to see Cloud be a little more open and see Tifa also be more vulnerable. And the kiss was so magical I felt like a little fly on the wall and I cheered and cheered out loud when it happened cause I really did NOOOTTTT think they’d actually put a kiss in the game since I know there’s a lot of “Aerith vs Tifa” drama in the fandom (always has been). Ahhhh I’m so happy lol it was so awesome.

By the way I didn’t know that Cloud had this possession/degradation thing going on either. So when that started happening that was totally alarming. When he knocked Tifa into the mako reactor in his evil little way I was fucking shocked. I truly thought they were rewriting the game to kill Tifa off or something, but that whole segment was absolutely gorgeous and I’m surprised they didn’t touch on it more later on. Just because it seems like it would be a life impacting moment for Tifa. And also cannot believe that after that incident Tifa didn’t go to the others and say “hey uhh something’s fucking wrong with him right now, if he starts being super weird make sure you stay away from him cause he might actually try to kill you” lol. But man it broke my heart sooo bad seeing Cloud like that. Especially because in this game I feel like they really let his goofy personality shine a little bit more so it felt like he was truly not himself.

Meeting Vincent and Cid was a dream. I’ve played Dirge of Cerberus ages ago but I don’t think I beat it, but I love Vincent and Cid lol. Cid is just a goofy redneck so that always resonates with me and everybody loves a super serious vampire. Cait Sith’s betrayal stung like a bitch because he was kinda my favorite “new” companion and I loved his positive attitude and outlook. But like I said earlier, his redemption was really beautiful.

Leif was so convinced they would change Aerith’s death to Tifa to just subvert and change things but I don’t think he was quite understanding of the impact Aeriths death has. Her sacrifice because she’s a Cetra and how she can change the fate of the world and her friends with this one incredibly selfless decision. She’s never had a normal life and finally makes the friends she wanted so badly and went on an incredible adventure and now she has to give all of that up after not enough time with them? Powerful and painful. And like I said, I didn’t know the circumstances surrounding it or when it happened so the entire game I was on edge wondering if it would happen this game or not and well… sure did lol. I figured it would be at the end of this game to give them all the motivation to really end it all in the next game but it still hit me like a train. That entire sequence at the beginning of chapter 14 where Cloud and Aerith are in the sort of “after life” or the “acceptance” area had me crying like a baby. The way everyone was just happily accepting their fate and their one last chance to do the things they did in regular life. Blegh. And when they got to the church and he was still confused and she was just thanking him and telling him not to blame himself and he falls into consciousness again as Sephiroth is walking into the church in the background. I made this weird audible sob because I knew it was coming and I was so scared for her. I’m telling you this game was really immersive. I have never felt myself just totally disappear in a game like that ever.

So yeah, then that happens. And it was such a sad scene but really so beautiful and impactful. Bro I’m tearing up again just typing this out hahaha. And the quick time events they have you do to try to stop Cloud from being the one who kills her was so difficult and that just added so much to the immersion, and then it’s all kind of for nothing (or so it seems? But yes for nothing) when sephiroth kills her, and it shows everyone crying and the music is insanely gorgeous during this entire time by the way. From the second they took to the afterlife in Midgar together to now the music has been non stop amazing. And then I’m just thinking back to Aerith singing her song on the Loveless stage and her crying and GUHHHHH. I truly wanted to destroy Sephiroth, fuck that guy I’ve had way more than enough of him. The whole scene was devastatingly beautiful. I can’t put it into words at all.

And then to see that Cloud is still poisoned at the end of the game was also heartbreaking. Watching them all prepare to fly away and “leave” Aerith behind was heartbreaking. Watching Aerith become their guardian angel was heartbreaking. But my god what a fulfilling game. I feel broken on games forever.

But that part where you have to throw boxes as Cait Sith and Fat Moogle? Fuck that shit.

Anyways 10/10

#today in kristory #i love this universe so much

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geeksauruse · 2 years ago

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Hello! My names Violet and I’d like a matchup for the 2012 tmnt brothers please! If not just ignore this lol

I’m 5’2 ½, I’m hourglass shaped with a lil chub so I wear baggier clothes and really prefur being covered up. I have shoulder length brown curly/wavy hair and Hazel eyes that appear brown but in the sun look gold and green (I really like my eyes lol) I typically war sneakers of some sort or work boots because I’m a busy person and even on my down time I’m moving so I don’t have time to let my feet hurt from heels n such even though I love dressing up.

I’m intelligent and usually always reading something, I can be very quiet but can make good conversation. I’m an INFJ so I’m very in tune to others around me. I’m extremely loyal to a fault and would do absolutely anything to the person I give my loyalty to. I love to bake and cook and even like to clean when I’m able to listen to music, cleaning is calming for me and lets me unwind with out feeling like I should be doing something. I’m the eldest daughter of six siblings so I have my fair share of responsibility and I take it in stride. I’m always helping and taking care of someone, I love that part of my responsibility because I’m a very motherly person. I have strong maternal instincts which leads me to befriend people who could be considered outcasts.

I can also be very stubborn and I struggle with depression, and anxiety. I have trust and abandonment issues which leads me to follow people around and be a bit clingy. I have a strong imagination which pulls me inside my own head a lot. I tend to be more involved with whats going on inside then whats happening in real life.

I really look for someone who has a sense of loyalty like my own, someone who would be ok with me being around a lot and being a bit clingy. I also want someone who has a sense of humor to: 1, help me out of depressive episodes, and 2, banter with me, I can be slightly sarcastic and love some good banter. I also want someone kind and empathetic, to match my own motherly instincts

I dislike people who are rude and mean for no reason and who are constantly looking for a fight. A big deal breaker for me is someone telling me what to do and not letting me make my own choices. I need someone to support me, not control me.

My hobbies are: Reading, Writing, listening to music, watching game plays (Mainly horror like fnaf), watching some tv mainly historical fiction or horror, art, like drawing, watercolors, that stuff, I also adore the forest and space so I’m always researching some plant or planet. I’m taking forensic science and psychology in school right now so whoever I get better be ready to listen to me rant about not only all of this but also new things I’ve learned lol

Bro I am so sorry this took so long and you were so patiently waiting for me to stop procrastinating( or you forget than I am sorry any way.)

Any way I would match you up with…

The lovable nerd Donnie!

Donnie would be you lover for several reasons, but let’s start off on how y’all met.

You were walking back to your house from the library with a fresh stack of books that looked interesting.

It was getting darker out as the sun began to set and night began and an unsettling quite set in for the usually noisy city of New York

As you walked though a quite steer you heard something, it was muffled but sounded like voices.

Against your better judgment you crept closer to the voices only to see what you thought was green, three fingered, turtle aliens.

They were talking about a recent robbery by the local gang “ the purple dragons”

You had crept a little to close and you slipped on a peice of loose paper falling flat in front of the massive creatures.

In an attempt to get up quickly to hit your head on the back of a pole that was sticking out of the dumpster.

Que Donnie hurriedly walking over to you to see what damage had been done, lucky for you not much you were just kinda out of it. The fists thing you noticed aside from him being not human were his beautiful eyes, the ones that looked almost identical to yours.

You are so out of it that you just said “ you have beautiful eyes” as he checked your pulse.

You were fine but had to promise that you would keep them a secret.

You had no problem with this as the turtles began to come around more often to see you, and after a few weeks of gaining trust,you were introduced to spinster and the lair.

After your eye comment, you and Donnie became almost instant friends and you bonded over your shared thirst for knowledge and your intellects.

He loves seeing what you read so he can get new books for you and suggest books that he thinks you would like.

Wants you to cook for him since you have an interest in it, he also likes to listen to you about your many skills.

Thinks your amazing for being able to have so many skills and he fully loves that you like horrer games( he waters a lot of game play through.

Loves listing to you rant about what you passionate about, staters learning more about phycology even though he is also pretty in tune with people as well.

When he developed feeelings, it’s going to be an entire thing.

He starts giving more information on plants, space and he even started to save cool documentaries he thinks your going to like

When he confessed to you it’s going to be so sweet and messy, he expressed that he really only liked you and he would remain loyal till the end.

When you started dating he started rotting to work up your confidence and wanted to help on your anxiety and depression episodes.

Knows how to help and did a bit of extra research just in case.

He wanted to help you I all the ways!

Insecure in the new outfit? He’s there to tell you how beautiful your curvy body is!

Are you upset an overwhelmed with sad and anxiety fill thoughts? He’s there with a new movie and blankets.

No matter what, he is there to support you

And make sure that you know you are loved for who you are no matter how big you are.

He’s a snarky little boy so get ready for the sarcasm that comes with this relationship.

Does not mind you being clingy at all, to be honest it brings him out of his work Brain and into his loved ones Brain that can rest.

What’s to make all your inner world dreams come true and spends time making you personalised gifts to fit your wonderful imagination.

Donnie loves you lots and is ready to be there and stay there for however long you will have him.

“ I’m not going anywhere dove, I love you with every fiber and bone in my body.”

💜💜💜💜

Hope you like it, have a good day!

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt #tmnt fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt match up #matchups #pizzalover

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cruinnsaol · 2 years ago

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To all the great denizens of Tumblr…

What is your most despised plot/writing trope of your favorite genre? And what is your most Ride or Die trope?

!MINOR SPOILERS FOR JOHN WICK 4, SKYSCRAPER (2018), NIGHT AGENT (2023) AND LOST!

Action stories are definitely up there as one of my favorite genres.

To everyone else this may seem like a hot take, but I do not particularly enjoy romantic plots. Unless the story is a romantic genre I tend to get annoyed of them, especially because it’s always the two main characters and a good portion of the time are a guy and girl. Like- why can’t they just be best friends at the end of the story, instead of having this prologue of them ending up together one way or another?

I recently watched Night Agent, y’know that Netflix show? Needless to say it had this exact plot device. It came completely out of left field too. I’m not even joking. Peter and Rose showed almost no indication of a relationship and were colleagues for a time (which I was really digging), then completely out of left field they start smooching and stuff in episode 6 I believe. I may have the timeline messed up but it was after their dumbasses managed to get labeled traitors of the US. The ‘woe is me’ trope I speak about more below about REALLY came into full effect here for Peter. It messed with the tone too. I felt less of a feeling of dread for Peter specifically being framed, and more of a ‘oh so THIS is how they force him and Rose together?’ There’s scenes where Rose is healing his wounds, then caressing his muscles, all while this broadcast plays about Peter being a traitor. The entire time it’s like the writers forgot we are supposed to feel terrible about that and instead made it into a scene, where we are made to feel like it’s hot that this girl is running around with her fugitive boyfriend and is the lone person who believes in the good will of Peter.

I find that romantic plots such as these are usually shoved in to add some amount of drama to the story where that drama never had to be present. It gets pretty repetitive and lazy as I see it over and over again in medias outside of the romantic genre. As mentioned before, I see they tend to do more harm than good. There’s usually some amount of ‘woe is me’ involved, or a love triangle or needless break ups and such. One example that immediately comes to mind for me is Lost.

Bro- the love square going on in Lost was a mess. I cant even begin to fathom why they dragged out the whole ‘Who will Kate end up with? Jack or Sawyer?’ for as long as humanly possible. There was the silly old simplicity of the ‘bad girl with a soft side™️’ having to ‘choose between the bad boy with a heart of gold or the noble Boy Scout™️’. Not to mention the random inclusion of Jack maybe ending up Juliet and that needless amount of tension from everyone questioning her loyalty. The story did this a lot where they simply didn’t have characters communicate with each other, and this was by far its worst example. If Jack just pulled Kate- or heck anyone aside- and said ‘It’s not like that, she’s just letting me know some valuable information that can save our lives’??? That is just the tip of the iceberg with that whole debacle, but I’d rather move on to my favorite tropes.

You know what tropes always get me good? Is my number one Ride or Die trope? I love fluid fighting sequences. Especially ones that in some way show the characters wit or willpower. I don’t mind these scenes when they go on for several minutes, typically because any well written one won’t FEEL like it’s been several minutes. It will just go and go and fully immerse you into the action- and suddenly it’s been ten minutes and the scenes still going but you don’t know that. Why? Because you are having too much fun watching those creative and unique ways each participant is using to try and take each other out.

I do believe the greatest modern example of this trope done right is the entire John Wick franchise. I could rewatch all four of those movies in a heartbeat and it’d hardly feel like an hours passed for me. All because of how beautifully choreographed those fights are, and how unique each opponent is for Wick. How each character has their own distinct fighting style even if it may just look like they’re throwing punching at each other. John Wick 4 especially had this really cool scene (well several actually), showcasing a new character called Caine, and the several ways he navigates around being blind and still putting up as good a fight as every other High Table assassin. There was this one moment in particular where he was being introduced as a threat for the first time that we see him very clearly have limitations in navigating his surroundings, but uses sounds such as the enemy drawing their bow, the woosh of an arrow, the footsteps of another, and so on to tell where his opponents are. He even has these little audio buttons which he places along one of two routes the enemy can enter from so he knows when they are coming. It’s quite nice seeing him maneuver around being blind while still being realistically blind.

There is another really tense action scene from a film Skyscraper (2018), where the main character Will is trying to get through the towers manual override to rescue his child. Because he is locked in a room with no access to the control panels he decides to deactivate it by cutting the wires outside the building (complicated I know but bear with me). What follows is this moment where we visibly see Will’s exhaustion as he makes a precarious pulley system and makes his way to the panel. Him deactivating it seems like a small victory, however because of the encroaching flames he’s forced to make a daring escape where he then is left wildly dangling on the side of he building. We are forced to watch him struggle to gain his bearings as he twists and turns midair, before being slammed into the buildings wall and nearly falling to his demise, only for his prosthetic leg to be caught in the rope. He then used his leg as a more solid bearing to grab into where he finally climbs back up to safety. All I’m saying is it was a really great scene, you could hardly tell it was three minutes.

Oh yeah! Before I finish off please know I don’t hate neither Lost or Night Agent. Lost especially is one of my favorite shows. My opinions are more so my own preferences for writing, as I am sure many really digger the romance in both those shows. I’m just not too much a romantic person. It just means those plot lines are not for me. Every creative work as some amount of value, every creative work has potential, always remember that! I cant wait to see your responses! 💙💛

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offbrand-deltatraveler · 10 months ago

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So I’ve put off writing my final thoughts on Heartcatch for way too long now

Originally I was just taking a bit of a break from Precure for a day and focusing on what I was trying to finish Heartcatch for to begin with, but then I tried to write this post the next day and it just. Disappeared from both of my Drafts, so I gave up on it not wanting to type all that again

But I’m back and doing it now, because I’ll probably never do it if I don’t get to it soon

First of all if you’ve been following my commentary one thing you’ll know best is that I love this season’s characters. Yuri should’ve been dead so I don’t really care about her aside from how cool she is as Cure Moonlight, but Tsubomi, Erika, and Itsuki are really fun to watch and really unique characters and that makes them one of my newest favorite Precure teams

And I love the recurring side characters but there weren’t really many in this season. The only real noticeable ones were Boss and his sidekicks

I will day though that I noticed how Sasorina was largely the only good general. Compared to her who actually feels like her character is centered around being a Desert Apostle, the other two just feel like afterthoughts and really only get good in the finale. And also I really love the Snackies. Best foot soldiers

Secondly I really love the music. Between the special attack songs (Pink Forte Wave, Gold Forte Burst, and Heartcatch Orchestra songs my beloved), the character themes, So Crazy Uproar being one of the most memorable chaotic songs I’ve heard so far, and a lot of other stuff, it has a really cool OST

And I love it’s world and lore and all the cool concepts regarding the system under which it’s Precure operate

Which I don’t normally point out but I think would be important part of the transition into the fact that I really did not like this season’s story for a multitude of reasons

First of all Cure Moonlight being alive was majorly self-contradictory writing:

-Her being this random kid completely retcons the vibe of that dream about her battle with Dark Precure. Her being a regular person is fine because like yeah what Precure isn’t but us actually knowing that breaks the illusion of her being on a higher level that all the other ancient Cures from the Precure Palace have

-The lore was clearly set up for her to haunt the narrative and for her role in the story to be the influence she had on it’s world while she was still alive. This is clear at multiple points because of the numerous writing issues that exist due to her being alive (Cologne’s revival completely destroys the themes of her arc, she takes the spotlight off of Cure Sunshine only to do the same thing she was doing, and Dark Precure beating Tsubomi & Erika so hard in Episode 15 was because she knew Cure Moonlight was still alive and that whole thing was handled really poorly)

Whacky Powerscaling & Bullshit Powerups:

-I distinctly remember Yuri saying something to Tsubomi & Erika about “true friendship” that was supposed to power them up but ended up doing absolutely nothing

-Forte Waves and Fortissimos doing largely the same thing is no problem near the end of the season where it shows how much more powerful the Precure have become, but prior to Cure Sunshine’s debut, before Itsuki starts training them, it just looks stupid and unearned

-Furthermore, Tsubomi & Erika never get any more powerful until Itsuki starts training them, yet they can always beat more powerful foes with the same attacks. And you can tell that they’re supposed to be getting stronger but they just never do for some reason

-I hate the Dark Bracelets so much. More powerful Desertrians already existed before their introduction but the devs didn’t wanna expand on the concept of multiple Desertrians fusing together to create a stronger one. Ultimately the only purpose the Dark Bracelets served was to delay Sasorina’s purification

-The Precure Palace, while cool, is not foreshadowed or alluded to at any point before it’s introduction. You can’t just suddenly pull powerups out of thin air

-They say the Heartcatch Mirage grants you infinite power with no elaboration on what exactly that means when in reality it has infinite power for you to UNLOCK. It doesn’t just give you all of it’s power, you have to slowly earn more and more of it by bettering yourself as a person and as a Precure

Inability to stick to it’s theme:

-Said this many a time before but the sub-theme of fashion and beauty is way more prominent than the main theme of flowers. “Floral Power” being portrayed by a line of glitter, the fashion club and Erika’s largely fashion-centric family being at the center of most episodes, the transformation perfume, the Heartcatch Mirage being a makeup kit... The list unfortunately goes on

-Dark Precure has nothing to do with the theme of flowers. She’s just regular, plain Light vs Darkness in a season that portrays Light & Darkness as Love & The Lack Thereof. Which is another reason Cure Moonlight shouldn’t have lived because Cure Sunshine, embodiment of light, defeating an enemy that was created by Cure Moonlight’s darkness would’ve worked wonders for her purpose as a Cure

Miscellaneous:

-Heartcatch Orchestra I love you to death but your instruments are extremely unbalanced. There are three takts and one tambourine

-Kumojacky’s attacks, while cool, are imo wasted potential. He should’ve been more like Julio or Kappard where instead of summoning a monster, he gets a new weapon to fight the Precure with. And I feel like that’s what the writers originally wanted to do because his Heart Flower Stealing Animtation really feels like an afterthought

-This person’s presence is never explained

-The Baron’s thought process behind turning Olivier into a Desertrian is never explained. If he didn’t want Tsubomi to be involved, why did he make Olivier air out all their dirty laundry in front of the entire city? Being a Desert Apostle who was sealed away for trying to destroy the world, he can’t be THAT new to how Desertrians work

However, I will say that my negative opinions of some things did change:

-I once complained about “Fortissimo” not being a flower-related word, but I now retrect that statement because it sounds cool and no flower-related word really fits. Like what else could you call it that would sound good when replacing Fortissimo in a sentence

-Marine has more to do with water than I initially anticipated. You could even say the Marine Shoot becomes her main attack in the second half of the season

-The perfume I now realize represents a flower’s scent and has nothing to do with fashion & beauty

-Tbh while I said the reveals all come too early, really the only reveal that came too early was Yuri being Cure Moonlight because she wasn’t supposed to be alive in the first place

Overall, 5/10. Probably the lowest score I’ll ever give any season

Not only was everything but the story good and that’s really not a compliment, but it also had a pretty weak cast of side characters and like. How do you even do that

Having completed this season, I will finally be moving on to Tropical Rogue after a short break

#pow's precure commentary (heartcatch edition)#heartcatch pretty cure #heartcatch precure #precure

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misc-obeyme · 2 years ago

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MC Looking Fabulous

This was another request from @oakley-tree1 for an MC who normally wears casual clothes showing up to a party looking fabulous. Since I usually do GN!MC, their outfit isn't described at all, just the brothers' reactions to it. I enjoyed writing this! Thank you for the request!

GN!MC

Warnings: None.

Lucifer

Can’t keep his eyes off of you. He wears a suit all the time, aside from the RAD uniform, so it’s pretty obvious that he appreciates fancy clothes. While he has no issue with your casual outfits, this one has caught his eye in a way the others did not.

Doesn't come to your side right away. Instead, he will watch you as you move about the room. You can feel his gaze, but it isn’t unpleasant. It makes you feel a little tingly.

Will only be able to stand it for so long, watching you chat with other people. His pride forces him to appear at your side. And he knows how stunning the two of look standing together. Comments on parts of your outfit, especially if you've worn something he gave you as a gift.

Doesn't really ask you to dance, just sort of leads you out to the dance floor. You don't resist, letting him guide you through the steps. He pulls you close to him. You've really caught his attention tonight, MC. Don't think he'll be letting you go any time soon.

Mammon

Loses his mind. Manages to control it to some extent, but it’s gonna be hard for him. Especially if you’ve done something obvious like dressing in gold or wearing something he got for you.

Mammon is fashion conscious so he truly appreciates the outfit you’ve put together. Knows every brand and every piece of what you’re wearing by sight.

But he’ll only kind of babble about that stuff because what he’s really interested in is you. He’s constantly touching you all night, putting his hand on your back or shoulder, standing close enough that your bodies are just barely pressed together. Won't let you spend too much time talking to anyone else.

Wants to dance with you so bad. When he's got you close to his chest, he'll be honest. Don’t get him wrong, MC! The Great Mammon loves how ya look tonight, but know that he loves ya no matter what you’re wearin!

Leviathan

Oops. You broke him. His brain has shut off. You might get it to restart again if you talk to him. Distract him by saying something wrong about TSL on purpose so he’ll snap out of it to correct you.

While Levi’s clothing knowledge mostly involves cosplay, he still knows quite a bit and he’s impressed with your look. Considering how you normally dress, this was completely unexpected.

M-MC, would you consider being a cosplay model for him later? Your outfit has given him a ton of ideas for characters you could dress as. He wants to take all the pictures of you.

You might have to bully him into dancing with you. Isn't that a thing that normies do?! But he'll give in, of course. Spends most of the time in disbelief that he has someone like you dancing with him.

Satan

At first, it's hard to tell what his reaction is. Keeps his cool, unlike all of his brothers. Doesn't freak out, doesn't get weird. But when you come up to him, he tells you directly how good you look and he says it in such a poetic way, you find you're the one swooning.

Since you've likely worn a lot of things you received as gifts, he notices every detail. Remembers who gave you what and for what reason. Of course he's touched if you wear something he gave to you.

Although he is calm on the surface, his heart is pounding. He can't stop himself from saying things he probably wouldn't say normally. Like how brightly your eyes are shining. The way you look like you stepped out of a painting. Please, won't you dance with him, MC?

Of course you can't resist such a beautifully worded request. You can feel everyone watching the two of you. He knows you look spectacular together, out there on the dance floor. But he's focused on you, guiding you through the steps, keeping you close.

Asmodeus

Swoons. Absolutely loses his balance, has to be held up by whoever is closest. Once he's regained his senses, he rushes to your side, gushing about how you look. The colors! The lines! The attention to detail! Your face! Your hair! Oh he's fallen in love with you all over again.

He recognizes every piece of clothing that he gifted you. Tells you he's so impressed with the way you've combined his gifts into the most beautiful ensemble he's ever seen! Even though you normally wear such casual clothes, he knew you could pull off a glamorous look!

Of course you look amazing standing beside him. Takes a million selfies. Gets someone else to take a ton of pictures of the two of you from afar.

After all the commotion, though, Asmo is going to insist you dance with him. He's stronger than he looks and he guides you effortlessly across the dance floor. Something changes slightly in his gaze as you move. Be careful, MC. You're looking so delicious tonight.

Beelzebub

Hang on. Is that… MC? You look so different than you normally do. He's so surprised, he stops eating. He had been by the buffet table of course but now he's quickly moving to your side.

He doesn't know how to articulate how good you look. He really likes your casual clothes, but it's nice to see you in something so drastically different. And for some reason, he's not even thinking about food right now. He tells you all this with a soft blush.

He's more than ready to dance with you. You make quite the pair, wowing everybody present as you do some fancy moves. Beel lifting you and twirling you and never once losing his grip on you. You feel safe in his arms as you move around the dance floor.

Carries you back to the buffet table where he wants you to try all of the tasty things laid out for the party. You happily join him as you've now worked up an appetite from all that dancing. He's so happy to watch you eat, he almost forgets to eat himself. Almost.

Belphegor

Shocked. Quietly shocked, but shocked nonetheless. He had no idea that you, who always wears such casual comfy clothes, could put together an outfit that looked so fabulous.

Acts like he's uninterested, but actually ends up beside you pretty quickly for such a lazy demon. He doesn't need to say anything, you can tell from the way he's trying to contain himself that he's having feelings. When he does say something, it's to comment on how he's amazed you could clean up so well.

Although he's not normally the type to want to dance, he asks you. He can't resist wanting to hold you close when you're looking like this. Although his stamina isn't great, Belphie is actually a good dancer. He gracefully guides you through the moves, surprising everyone present with how stunning the two of you look.

Sneaks you away to an outside balcony where he can sit with you beneath the Devildom stars. You are the brightest star tonight, MC. You outshine everyone here.

masterlist | part 2 with the side characters | Thank you for reading!

#obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #I'll probably do the other characters too at some point #misc writes #request

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bl00dgutsgl0ry · 4 years ago

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Let Me Feel You For a While

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - 18+ NSFW SMUT DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE!!! Breeding kink (im sorry), slight blood, marking/biting, accidental voyeurism? THIGH RIDING YES PLEASE, AND SHARP TEETH MAKE ME DROOL. Oh btw spoilers for the Farewell Archaic Lord I think? General spoiler warning for genshin.

Word Count - 1.7k.

Other Comments - You guys have NO IDEA how much I love Zhongli oh my god I love him. I slept on him at first but ever since my eyes were opened I realized how wrong I was for that. Anyway enjoy!!

@sadpsychologist @barbqtos

Zhongli had money, he was just dumb and never brought it with him; too used to the routine of just making more Mora if he ever needed to buy anything while he was an Archon. This being said, that also meant he had one of the most elaborate bedrooms you’d ever laid eyes on. The room was filled with rich browns and shimmering golds, his bed sheets made from the finest silks. Archons never really slept, which meant the Zhongli had made this room as ethereal as possible just for you.

You were laying across the cold white gold sheets, hair clinging to your forehead from the sweat. Your fingers were dancing around your clit, rubbing harshly at times before dipping into your wet cunt and pumping them in and out roughly. You were so horny it was uncomfortable, and since you had gotten accustomed to your lover's large member, your fingers were doing much for you. You needed something better. You shakily stood from the bed, before kneeling down and pulling out the box and you guys only got into when the two of you were really in the mood. You quickly found what you were looking for, as it was the largest thing in the box. You pulled the dildo out of the box before quickly shoving the box back under your bed.

Zhongli didn’t really like when you took matters into your own hands, as he wanted to always be the one thing that made you melt. He wanted to pleasure you in ways that you never would have imagined. At this point you were quickly pumping the dildo in and out of yourself, lost in the pleasure as you moaned out loudly. You weren’t worried about anyone hearing since you were alone in the house and Zhongli wasn’t going to be home for a while. You can imagine your shock and horror when you opened your eyes to see Zhongli standing in the doorway, dick already straining hard against the large man’s dress pants.

“Ah you finally noticed my presence.” Your face was even redder when those words left his lips. How long had he been standing there watching you fuck yourself roughly with the large silicone tool. You let out a low whimper, beginning to pump the object in and out of yourself again, too worked up to be embarrassed. You heard Zhongli chuckle lightly before the loud sounds of his dress shoes against the hardwood floor could be heard. You felt Zhongli’s gloved hands halt your movements before brushing your hand away and pulling the dildo out, setting it aside for cleaning at a later time. Soft desperate whimpers falling from your mouth as your chest heaved up and down. Zhongli pressed soft kisses to your face, his gloved hands running up and down your naked body, brushing against your nipples causing you to jolt.

“You’re so sensitive my dear.” Your hands were looking for purchase on any part of his body, finally landing on his strong biceps. You squeezed his arms hard, wiggling around and continuing to whimper.

“Nothing feels as good as you Zhongli, please… please help me. Fill me Zhongli, stuff me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your lips swollen from chewing on them.

“Well it looked like you were having a good time with the dildo sweetheart.” Warm embarrassment bloomed in your chest and you desperately tried to pull Zhongli down by his collar. Zhongli’s lips attacked your, passionately biting at yours, Zhongli’s sharp canines drawing blood before he swiped it away with a quick flick of his tongue.

He continued this assault on your flesh as he went lower. He made sure to mark you anywhere that was visible, it made his pride swell when he saw you walking around Liyue trying and failing to cover up bitemarks and deep purple hickies. Zhongli pulled back to admire his work, before propping himself up on the edge of the bed. Strong arms manhandled you, forcing you to straddle his thigh. You blushed profusely when you realized what Zhongli wanted you to do.

“But- but your pants Zhongli, I don’t want to ruin them…” A small smile and eyes filled with pure admiration poured into yours. He carded his fingers through your hair, pushing back any strays behind your ear in the process.

“My dearest, you have always been so considerate, but for tonight don’t worry about anything, just do what comes natural to you. My clothes can be cleaned, and if not I will buy another pair.” Zhongli’s hands gripped your hips tightly, starting to move you back and forth on his thigh. You clit was ecstatic to finally be getting some friction, moans already being ripped from your throat. The ex archons dick was uncomfortably hard, outline clear as day from how hard it was straining against his slacks. Once you finally got yourself into a rhythm he let one of his hands fall from your hips, giving in and palming himself through the thick fabric.

You moans began increasing in volume and frequency as you got closer and closer to the edge. You gripped onto Zhongli’s broad shoulders, your body quickly becoming tired. The man in front of you noticed this, letting his hand return to your hip as he helped steady your rhythm once again. Tears were threatening to fall from how good you felt, everything starting to become light and fuzzy as you continued to get closer to your climax.

With a couple more rough thrust against his leg, the coil deep in your gut snapped, sending waves of please surging through your body. Your back arched hard before slumping into Zhongli’s chest. He kept your hips moving, letting your ride out your orgasm on his now soiled pants.

“My love, do you still want me to fill you up?” Zhongli’s voice brought you back to reality, where you realized how hard he was. The thought of Zhongli filling you to the brim reignited the fire that was just extinguished in you. You nodded reverently before rolling off his thigh and onto your back, presenting yourself to him. A low groan sounded from Zhongli’s throat as you spread your leg wide, the site of you littered with markings making his brain go fuzzy; his only focus now on making you both feel good. You’ve never seen Zhongli rip off his close at such a speed before, until he was stark naked and crawling on top of you; caging your head with his arms.

Once again Zhongli began to attack your neck, except not as rough, not wanting to cause more pain than pleasure. Without warning, he slammed his dick into you, since you had already worked yourself open for him. Despite this, your walls still clung tightly to him, his large cock dragging deliciously against your walls as he hit all the right places. Both of your were on cloud nine, as he ruthlessly pounded into your.

Normally when the two of you had sex, right before Zhongli came he would pull out and cum onto your stomach which he of course would clean up later. Not for any particular reason as to why since you were on birth control, it had just become a habit. This time however you wanted to do things a little different. You were getting close, and you could tell he was as well, as his breathing became more uneven and more low pitched noises started coming from him. Your walls fluttered around his cock, causing him to shutter and let out a low grunt. Before it was too late, you tightly wrapped your arms around the ex Archons next, and pulled him down closer so your lips were mere centimeters away from his ear.

“Cum in me Zhongli, stuff me with your cum. I want every drop of it please I wanna feel you inside me even after you pull out. Archons please please Zhongli let me feel you cum. Breed me.” Zhongli’s eyes widened, those words causing something to snap in him as he was hit with another wave of pleasure, his thrust still maintaining their power but becoming more erratic. You could feel Zhongli’s calloused fingers rubbing quickly against your clit, sending new waves of pleasure through you. The moans coming from the two of you were matched perfectly, as the two of you got closer and closer. With a couple of final thrusts, Zhongli sheathed himself in you as deep as he could go, cumming shooting deep into you. The feeling of his cum filling you up is what sent you over the edge, cumming for the second time; your mouth falling open to form a silent scream. You could feel Zhongli beginning to ooze out of you as he pulled out, which made you shiver.

“Let’s get you cleaned up shall we darling?” Zhongli was still a little out of breath as he stood from his position on top of you, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed a hold of him, before catching him off guard and pulling him back down.

“Let me stay full for a little while longer.” Sleep was slowly starting to take over, as your eyelids couldn’t stay open. Your words went straight to Zhongli’s dick, but that was an issue he would take care of himself. For right now, he just pulled you into his chest, allowing you to drift off into blissful slumber.

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yourlocalartsonist · 2 years ago

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PSST! The fanfic is officially out now! Read it here <3

Hi uh I decided to start a ROTTMNT fanfic ;w;

So it kinda started out as just random “what if” scenarios of me and the turtles interacting but then got out of hand when I officially started developing my self insert character a bit more and giving them a backstory and creating an overarching narrative, blah blah blah. And then it just got more set in stone when I ended up actually writing an entire chapter and having way too much fun doing it. I wasn’t sure whether or not to announce this now or later when the chapters actually start going up on AO3 but I got too giddy to just not say anything so here we are :D

Introducing my dumb little rise fanfic: Moths Fly in Packs!

So this story is meant to take place a few months after the movie events. In my head canon, the movie takes place in August 2020 and the story starts March 2021. I’m not sure how long it’s gonna be yet but I know for sure it’ll cover a few years of their lives since I want the dynamics to seem believable and not hilariously rushed

SO! I actually had two versions of this story planned out. One is just continuing the Rise series in general with the turtles being the main characters and this fanfic’s MC being more on the level of April or Casey. That whole stuff I wanted to save for a future comic series if I ever get to it with a more similar tone to the show. The fanfic is showing that story from MC’s perspective, having them be the main character and following the events of her life with the turtles and the tone being SLIGHTLY darker than the main show. It doesn’t feel too different though since I think the show kinda already nailed the blend of fun and trauma that I love, just increased the trauma a teensy bit. Oh also cursing I guess

Speaking of MC, here’s their design! :D

Salena Moni :D she/they

LOOK AT MY DARLING BASKING IN ALL HER GLORY! She’s half Japanese half Bengali and is actually (unknowing to her) part luna moth Yōkai and I’m not gonna talk more about that as it would spoil parts of the story. She’s the same age as Mikey, both 16 in the story, and yes this is gonna be some turtle x oc shipping since I’m a simp for Leo and I’m not wasting an opportunity to create a fictional relationship with him <3 Aside from that, Salena is sweet, spunky, and chaotic, wonderfully fitting in with the rest of the gang. Of course, she has her dose of trauma and baggage too since it wouldn’t be a rise fanfic without that! Their weapons are mystic sickles and their powers are still in the works

For any of my fellow character design nerds: I tried putting some luna moth elements into her design. Her color palette is inspired by the green, pink, and yellow palette of luna moths and the spots on her sickles are meant to resemble the spots on their wings. They’ve got gold earrings in the shape of feathers to emulate the cute fuzzy antennas on luna moths. The bag isn’t related to moths, it’ll get explained in the story it’s a pretty sweet moment I don’t wanna spoil. There’s probably more but I’m forgetting that right now ANYWHO

Um yea I think that’s everything? Apologies if I sounded like an awkward dork, it’s because I am and still not used to posting on tumbler. I’m really excited to share this story since I think it’s a lot of fun and just a really sweet found family story. It’s kind of my little comfort fanfic as a lot of the original characters are inspired by people I knew in my life and a lot of the events are a mix of things I struggled with and the potential life I would’ve had if certain events ended more tragically than they actually did. I struggle with feeling lonely a lot and this story lets me breathe in another universe as a character who eventually finds their true family despite the things they’ve been through. A family that accepts them for who they are, weird quirks and all. It’s a wholesome ride and I can’t wait to share it with y’all

As in literally can’t wait, I might honestly just put the first chapter on tumbler instead of waiting for my AO3 account to activate since there’s APPARENTLY A WAIT TIME FOR THE INVITATION but anyway enjoy a little fluff drawing I did of Salena and Leo that’s now my homescreen

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alieinthemorning · 3 years ago

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can i request the DICKZ boys with an s/o whose isnt a very law abiding citizen. they like to steal stuff mainly anything that is shiny or money :)

I'm About To Steal! [DICKZ]

Content: Fluff, DICKZ Tolerating You, DICKZ Adoring You, Mentions of Stealing

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Appreciated

Overall

They’re all fucken goody goodies, so they’d all frown upon you stealing.

(Cowards)

But you steal for them, so it should be okay.

(Dicks)

Diluc

After catching you swiping enough things, Diluc would keep a very watchful eye over you.

Sometimes to the point of holding your hand to keep you from straying too far.

If he sees you eyeing something, he’ll get it for you later.

Just don’t make it a “thing”.

Your eyes kept flickering to the gold charm bracelet.

There were five charms, each charm having a corresponding color that matched your boys.

You moved to get a closer look—

“Don’t even think about it.” Diluc scolded as his grip on your hand tightened.

You sighed and turned away from the jewelry.

A few days later though, the bracelet you wanted was nicely wrapped on your desk.

You might have unwrapped it with an eye roll,

but the way it glimmered in the light had you smiling in no time.

Diluc only slightly regretted getting it for you

since you would sit and shake your wrist, making it jingle.

You should be very glad he enjoys your company.

Arataki Itto

Itto’s a special case.

He doesn’t like when you do it,

but damn are you good at sweet talking your way into doing it.

Moreso, you say a few words, he gets a lil confused and well—

Achievement: Steal Something!

Achievement: Scolded By Arataki Itto!

“Nuh-uh! I don’t wanna hear it!” Itto barked. “You did it to me again, so I won’t be so forgiving this time around.” He crossed his arms, sticking his nose up in the air.

“Even if it was for you?” You wanted to give him the puppy eyes but since he wasn’t looking at you the pouty voice would have to do.

His brow twitched.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking.

Pulling the item out you lifted it up to him.

It was a tiny hat for a tiny boy.

“This is for Indigo Lightning.”

At that his snapped down and he went to reach for it,

but his Oni Morals snapped him out of it.

“No way! Indigo Lightning would never accept it.” He sighed. “But if we go back and pay for it…”

“... Do you have any mora?”

“...”

Childe | Tartaglia | Ajax

Childe deadass lets you do it.

He finds it funny

And it makes you smile,

So as long as he pays for it without you knowing.

It counts it as a win-win.

Making sure there was absolutely no way of you getting found out, you snatched the item from the table.

After that you spent about five more minutes “browsing” before taking your leave.

Childe, who was standing near the exit looking at a few items himself, overhead two employees speaking in hushed tones.

“...and you’re sure it was them?”

“I literally saw them snatch it off the table.”

“I’m going to tell the manager—”

Childe tap the person on the shoulder.

“No need for that!” He laughed. “Whatever it is they took, I’ll pay for.”

“Do you know them?” The person asked skeptically.

“I do and I’d rather you keep this between the three of us.” He glanced back at the other employee, who straightened at his commanding tone.

He really didn’t want to get his hands dirty today,

but he would for you.

Kaeya

Kaeya only lets you get away with it for so long.

He also finds it funny

And he wouldn’t make for a good pirate descendant if he didn’t steal once in a while.

Granted he only allows you to from Treasure Hoarders

“Mmm… a lot of this is junk that they knights’d be interested in.” You tossed the maps aside with a frown.

“How unfortunate.” Kaeya hummed, scanning other documents. “It’s a good thing they’ve been keeping inventory of their treasure caches.”

Your eyes light up. “Treasure? Lemme see!” You nudged him out of the way with your hip, eyes dancing across the pages.

He chuckled and scooped up the maps you had discarded, frowning at the marked locations.

Never a dull moment with this one it seemed.

Morax | Rex Lapis | Zhongli

You and Zhongli are kind of peas in a pod

but in a different sense.

Zhongli isn’t allowed to have his wallet on him

since he’ll go broke in a matter of minutes.

So the two of you kind of lay claims on things.

Like: You’ll say you want something and he’ll say okay, completely forgetting that he doesn’t have any mora on him.

“It seems I’ve gotten us in a rather unfortunate situation.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you would’ve just let me swipe it…”

He frowned down at you. “Even if we are without mora, stealing is never the answer,”

“StEaLiNg Is NeVeR tHe AnSwEr.” You mocked him. “Let me call Childe…”

“No need. I’ve already contacted Diluc.”

Your eyes widened. “Out of the three people you could have called, you called the one who will bite our heads off?!”

“I’m sure he’ll be understanding.”

Oh he understood, alright.

Understood to never leave the two of you alone again.

Basically, You, Itto and Zhongli are on a leash. Kaeya and Childe are holding said leash.

While Diluc has everyone's wallets.

Side note: I love writing mocking like that. I'm sure y'all can hear what kind of mocking it is lol

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