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[toxintouch]

TOUCHSTARVED SUMMONING CIRCLE WISH LIST:

. 🕯 .

. 🕯 🕯 .

. 🕯 MHIN 🕯 .

. 🕯 WITH A 🕯 .

. 🕯 HUSKY 🕯 .

. 🕯 VOICE 🕯 .

. 🕯 🕯 .

. 🕯 .

being a screaming abomination must be hard on your vocal chords.

[myhsterie]

when i get drunk in la i spend an hour pitching a wolf 359 tv show to any tv development executive in the area

[borathae]

↳ Full Art

"You run in on Yoongi touching himself in the shower and he begs you to punish him because of it. Hard."

Pairing: Yoongi x n.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, masochist!Yoongi, rough Dom!Reader, he is naked and wet, CBT, cock slapping, safe ball busting with a knee, leaky cocks, dirty talk, degradation, he wants to be called dirty/bad slut, hair pulling, subby boy tears, drool, praise, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), Yoongi has a kink for being manhandled, male masturbation in shower, nipple sucking, cuddly aftercare, he's just a cute lil masochist who wants his balls busted and get hugs after <3

Wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: okay so, I'm trying trying the new format. istfg besties, Patreon is so stressful I might actually cry. idk how to do it so I'll like it 😭 okay so, my idea is that i'll post the story and a very cropped art preview (as seen on the header) here on Tumblr and if anyone wants to check out the full art to the story, they have to go to my Patreon. Engagement as far as stories is concerened is very bad on Patreon *glares* and I really miss yelling about the stories with you guys. So for my own peace of mind, i'll keep the stories on Tumblr and give all my true connoisseurs something extra spicy to thirst over on Patreon hehe <3 thank you for being patient with me. I promise to keep drawing and improving and to feed y'all thirsty hoes (affectionately) as much as I can 💜 also lmao those are long a/n fjajsdf have fun besties sorry it took a lil longer today, i tried to figure out how i wanna do sexy art of the month from now on fajdjfs

The bathroom is fogged up and smells heavily like Yoongi’s soap. Masculine, clean and expensive. You find yourself hazy because of it. What truly seals the state of you, however, is the view. Mirrors misted up, air milky from steam and right there in his expensive walk-in shower, Yoongi is having his throbbing cock in his tight fist. The water is turned off right now, but his body is still wet. His dark hair is slicked back, his silky skin is glistening and his head is tilted back in bliss as soft sighs slip past his pouty lips. 

You walked in on him touching himself. You really didn’t plan on doing so, but can’t seem to get yourself to leave. Or to stop staring for that matter.

He has a languid rhythm going. Slow, but clearly skilled. His long fingers are wrapped tightly around his veiny cock. His thumb is drawing circles on his flushed tip and pretty frenulum. He is sensitive there, likes it especially when someone is being gentle with it. His dark nipples are hard and the pale skin around them is flushed as if he had played with them moments before. Knowing Yoongi, he did. He is such a slut for nipple play. He is so fucking tender there. 

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out breathily, gliding his left hand up his own torso as he fucks his cock slowly. 

He is tensing and relaxing his stomach, broadening his stance as his knees wobble. He furrows his brows, biting down on his lower lip as small mewls leave him repeatedly. His long fingers close around his own biceps, giving it a needy squeeze. Look at the marks he leaves, look at how he is tensing his muscles.

You find yourself gulping and taking heavy breaths at the view.

What made him so goddamn needy? 

One thing Yoongi rarely does, is to jerk off. He sees it as something useless because if he gets horny, he has you to take the burden off his shoulders. He also rarely gets horny without you in the first place, so there is that. So to have him so incredibly lost in masturbation is rare and therefore insanely addicting.

What made him so needy? Was it a memory? A fantasy? A picture or video? Was it nothing of that sorts and he merely touched his cock wrong as he cleaned himself? Did the water hit the right spot and trap him in the delicious sensation of its wet massage? 

What did it to him?

“___”, Yoongi moans loudly, leaking onto the floor.

Your stomach clenches. Holy fuck. You did it to him. You did. The thought of you, the memory of your touch and the image of you did it to him. You let out a small gasp at the realisation.

Yoongi startles at the sound and opens his eyes. He stops, tenses up. You freeze, holding your breath. The air between you and him is tense and electric. He blinks at you, mouthing your name quietly.

“I uhm”, you begin, clearing your throat loudly.

He drops his hand from his biceps, tightening his fingers around his cock. He can’t seem to leave his trance of shock. The only indicator that the view of you is turning him on, is his increasing breathing and how needily his long fingers still hold his cock.

“I uhm, sorry. I wasn’t staring, I mean, I was but I- sorry, I uhm, I’m gonna leave now”, you stutter and turn to leave.

“Help me.” 

You halt, wobbling slightly because he is making your knees buckle. You turn around, dancing your eyes over his body.

“Sorry?” 

“Help me. Please”, he begs and tugs at his cock weakly, biting down on his lower lip as he does. Look at the needy kitten eyes he is making at you. 

“Really?” you get out, feeling dizzy at the view. You want to ruin this man. You really do.

He nods his head, lowering his eyes at you. He is taunting you as much as he is begging you.

You do not bother to take off your clothes, he only has to nod his head twice and then you are already in the shower, eating him up with just your eyes. 

Yoongi cups your face and kisses you. He mewls needily as he does it, sucking on your lips and tongue more than he actually kisses you. It is so lazy, so slow and yet so intensely passionate. He is so lost in you, so entirely addicted to your taste that he is solely running on it. Whatever he fantasised about before really did it to him. You feel up his torso hungrily, moaning at the delicious taste of him.

He is shivering with each touch, chasing the feeling of you with wiggles of his hips which force his cock to grind against your clothed stomach. The fabric of your hoodie feels rough against his sensitive tip. He craves the silkiness of your skin like plants crave sunlight.

He breaks the kiss with a sigh of your name, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I was bad”, he breathes.

“You were?” you are kneading his waist, staring at his flushed face with hazy eyes.

“Yeah. Thought of you ‘til I got needy”, he rasps and mewls quietly, mouthing at the tip of your nose, “touched myself to you.”

“Fuck, Yoongi.”

“Punish me.” 

“Punish you?” 

“Please.”

You step back and pick up his cock so you could slap his tip. Gently for now, to test the waters. 

Yoongi moans loudly, squeezing your cheeks softly. His knees buckle slightly.

“Like this, mhm?” you ask, slapping him again. Soft. Careful. Get him used to it. Or needy for more. You are fine with both options as long as it ends in your boyfriend panting and needy.

He scrunches his face in pleasure, letting out a shaky “mh-hm” before he follows it up with a breathy, “don’t stop please.” 

“Fuck Yoongi, you’re driving me insane. You’re so hot.”

“I’m a bad slut”, he croaks.

“Yeah, the fucking worst. Bad slut, such a bad slut”, you growl, giving him harsh spanks. Now that you know he wants it, you are so happy to give it to him.

He takes each of your spanks with a blissed moan and a twitch of his cock. His pink tip got so much pinker ever since you started playing with him. His chest is flushed as well, looking so untouched.

You take his heavy cock between your fingers and pick up his favourite rhythm. Then you step closer to litter his chest with kisses. Wet and sloppy. You need to mark his skin as yours and taste him in the process.

Yoongi arches his back, dropping his head against the glass behind him. Your name slips past his lips, his hands grab your waist and squeeze. 

“You’re a bad slut, Yoongi love, but you’re such a pretty slut at that”, you rasp and take his left nipple between your teeth. You tug on it, making him moan. You suck on it, making him mewl. You lick it, making him sigh your name.

He is tender there. Just as you said.

And as you give him heaven with just your mouth, your hands are busy feeling him up. Your right hand fucks his cock like it deserves to be fucked, while your left hand feels up his waist and hips. He fits so perfectly between your fingers. It is like he is made to be touched by you and only you. His skin is so soft and warm, leaving behind wetness on your fingertips from the previous shower. His cock is twitching so cutely in your hold.

You lift your lips from his right nipple after worshiping it as well, tilting your head so you are looking at his pretty face. You cup his pink cheek.

“Look at me.”

Yoongi obeys, fluttering his lashes at you. He is breathing so heavily, gazing at you as if you were his fucking everything.

“You’re a pretty slut. You know that, don’t you?”

He nods his head, choking out a shy “yeah.”

“You do. Good. Don’t forget it, kitten”, you order and slow your hand around his tip. It sits between your fingers. You increase the pressure slightly and move your hand again. Just a little, just enough that he’s getting fucked so good.

Yoongi gasps, widening his eyes for just a second before rolling them back.

“No, no look at me.”

Yoongi obeys with a mewl of your name.

“That’s better. I wanna look at your pretty eyes.”

“I have to cum”, he moans.

“Cause you’re looking at me?”

He nods his head, leaking all over your palm, “can’t hold it…like…this.”

“God, you lovedrunk slut, you”, you tease, giving his favourite spot a good rub.

“Please”, he begs, “please, can I cum?”

“Mhhm, don’t know. Do you deserve it?”

“Please I, mghm, I’ll give you head later”, he bargains with the prettiest kitten eyes.

“Obviously, you’re gonna do that anyways. Do better, Yoongi slut”, you warn, slowing down dangerously.

“Please”, he begs louder and thrusts his hips into your fist. 

It earns him a harsh spank, “behave.”

“Fuck please. I-I’ll cockwarm you, promise I, I won’t move. Please.” 

“But Yoongi, where is the fun in that? I’ll do that anyways. You know that bad, dirty jerk off sluts get cockwarmed”, you coo as your skilled fingers torture his flushed tip. He is burning up, smearing his precum all over your digits. 

“I have to cum so bad”, he croaks and spills tears, “please can I cum? I’ll be so good please.” 

“Fine. You can cum”, you say calmly even if your hand is giving his cock such a good fuck. He didn’t convince you, you just simply have a better way to ruin him how he so clearly craves.

“___”, he moans and closes his eyes sensually. Moments later, his swollen cock releases all over your hand. His knees buckle, he finds support by grabbing your shoulders and arching his back. His moan is loud and drawn-out.

“Look at you”, you moan with him, speeding up your hand now that he is giving you such a good show, “good slut, cum for me. That’s my good slut.”

Yoongi is shaking and trembling in bliss, but soon begins shaking and trembling for other reasons. You aren’t slowing down. His balls are empty, his cock so overstimulated, but you aren’t slowing down. You jerk off his cock as if it has a debt to pay, giving him burning heaven in the process. 

He finally realises what he signed up for and that your sweet words were nothing but deception. He didn’t convince you. You aren’t done with him. One wasn’t enough. 

“Please, please, pl-please”, he begs, trying to flee you as much as chases you. 

“One more, kitten. Give me one more.” 

“I can’t. Oh god, I can’t”, he mewls and stumbles as he tries to flee.

You grab him and pin him against the glass harshly, knocking a weak gasp out of him. His knees buckle, his teary eyes gaze at you with all the devotion he can muster. He loves when you’re rough with him, when you show him that he is yours to manhandle.

“Give me more”, you growl, speeding up around his cock.

“No please”, Yoongi mewls and tries to wiggle away just so you can put him back in his place. He parts his legs, hoping that you take the silent hint.

You do. Of course you do. You lift your knee against his balls hard enough that it hurts. Yoongi folds into himself with a pained moan, grabbing your waist. He is already so fucking hard again, throbbing in your hand as if he never released before. 

“Stop fleeing me”, you growl and knee him again, twisting your hand around his burning tip at the same time. 

Yoongi sobs, burying his face in your shoulder. It hurts so much. He has never been so fucking high on pleasure before. It feels so good. Yoongi swears every second is the best second he ever experienced.

“Understood? You do not flee me”, you give his tender balls one last harsh nudge with your knee, then grab his hair to pull his head back. 

He coughs out a sob, spilling tears and drool all down his pretty face. He can barely even keep his eyes open, let alone stop them from crossing. 

He is so pretty. 

“What’s with that pretty face?” you challenge, pumping his overstimulated cock quickly as you grind your knee against his balls at the same time. 

“Yours”, he croaks.

“That’s right. Mine. My pretty slut.”

“You’re making me cum.” 

“See? I knew you could give me more. Don’t hold back, slut.”

“Knee. Please.” 

You knee him a fourth time. Yoongi wails up, folding into himself in both pain and pleasure before spilling all over your hoodie and his stomach. So his balls weren’t empty yet. Of course they weren’t. You are proving to him how much of a slut he actually is.

He melts into you, shaking on your knee as your name leaves him like his prayer of bliss.

“Good slut, give me everything. Such a good slut. That’s so much better, I knew one wasn’t enough. Your pretty balls are never empty after only one. That’s it. Good slut”, you talk him through it, holding him safely as your hand milks him dry.

Soon Yoongi slacks into you, grabbing your wrist to stop your movements.

“No more.”

You don’t listen just to tease him, giving his burning tip a tight massage. He trembles and writhes, squeezing your wrist.

“Stop.”

You are going to stop, but first you need to tease him just a little more. A few more squeezes and rubs, a little pump and tug.

“Please”, he begs breathily, wiggling his hips away from you.

“You’re so cute”, you coo and finally drop his ruined cock.

“Thank you”, he sighs and sinks into you, hugging you tightly as he recovers.

You hug him back, tracing his spine.

“How was that, mhm?” you ask him, speaking in a soft voice.

He nods his head slowly, humming. 

“Yeah? Was it good for you?” 

“Was perfect”, he lulls and purrs contently, “thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh god, I need to lie down now”, he says and chuckles, “my balls are so fucking tender.”

“I can imagine. I kicked them really hard. Are you okay? Should I get something for the pain?”

He shakes his head, “you did it so right. Thank you so much.”

You smile, “that’s good to hear. You’re such a good boy.”

Yoongi nuzzles his nose against your neck and purrs softly, melting under your praise. You know exactly how to love him.

“I love you so much”, he mumbles.

“I love you too.”

“I actually wanna lie down though.”

You chuckle, “okay, okay let’s get you cleaned up and cozy. You’re gonna get back scratches in bed”, you say as you lead him to the shower head.

“And ear rubs.”

“And ear rubs. As my prince wishes”, you say and turn on the water to wash away the mess he left. Yes, you will change into different clothes, “how’s the temperature, love?”

“Good. Nice.”

“Yeah? Is it good how I’m touching you?” you ask as you clean his cock and balls with gentle fingers.

He nods his head, “hm.”

“Good. God, Yoongi love, you’re so handsome.” 

Yoongi blushes, lowering his eyes shyly. Yeah, you definitely know how to love him.

[yuoimia]

hii! can i request genshin characters with a s/o that has a lot of plushies.

thx if you did my request and have a nice day 💗

a/n: thanks for the request anon <3 hugs for being patient w/ me!!

aren’t they adorable?

summary: how would they react/act when you have a lot of plushies.

chars: wanderer, albedo, diluc, xiao, zhongli, heizou, ayato, baizhu, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, thoma, kaeya, itto, kazuha, childe, kaveh.

warnings: gn reader, mentions of jealousy, sfw, established relationship. FORMATTING WILL BE WEIRD TUMBLR IS GLITCHING

loves them just as much as you (or maybe even more) - thoma, kaeya, itto, kazuha, childe, kaveh.

what they think:

it’s cute, you’re cute. you’re happy, they’re happy. simple. of course, it was a bit of a surprise when they found out about your collection. pleasantlysurprised, mind you. they were particularly enraptured by your gentleness with them—the beautiful way your eyes lit with love and care was irresistible. your affection was contagious. suffice to say, they’re also undeniably fixated with it all.

(bonus) what they do:

tea parties! gathers each one of the plushes and arranges them in a cute circle (with space for both of you as well!). you have the whole thing. not just a pretend game, the real deal. the food, the games, and the decorations. it feels just like one too <3 they just like putting a lot of effort into what they do.

will happily buy you more - ayato, baizhu, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari

when they first discovered your collection, one of their first responses was: ‘oh, do you want any more?’

they don’t mind one bit.

on the contrary, they think it’s incredibly wholesome of you. your empathetic and nurturing nature was so admirable and…lovable. these were treasured moments that felt surreal to them. where it felt as if the universe had slowed, the world had brightened, and the storm had opened into a beaming sky. perhaps it’s a bit melodramatic, but they promise you, they’re not exaggerating.

slightly envious - albedo, diluc, xiao, zhongli, heizou

puts on a convincing nonchalant facade. so you have an extensive collection of plushies? that’s all fine by them! but.. you’re showering them with such genuine affection. a lot of it. why?

they won’t outright ask, because it’s slightly embarrassing. jealous? over a few inanimate items? they must be unhinged. yet, the feeling is getting stronger by the day, getting more difficult to shake off with a few self-reassured words that you weren’t in love with the plushies. you were 100% in love with them, and all those displays were just basic compassion.

oh and you, you know how they feel. and maybe, sometimes, you just feel an urge to tease them. cuddling the plushes, kissing them, talking and laughing with them—your lover’s envious looks fuel you up to increase their difficulty. how long can they last?

supposedly “hates” them - wanderer, (idk who else to put here 😭)

gives you a strange and contemptful look whenever they spot you and your "much too many" collection of plushes. they are bold with their words and emotions and are not afraid to explain their 'reasoning' for why you shouldn’t own so many. how it’s hard to take care of, it takes up space…whatever. if you look and listen between the lines of their actions and analyse them a bit further, it could reveal that maybe…they just want to hold them too.

[canarysage]

PSDs For Dummies <3

— as written by a dummy

hello dear readers and welcome back to canarysage, the world’s least comprehensive tutorial blog. today, we’re back at it again with photopea for dummies, and we’re tackling something i probably should have done first: psds.

example psds are: 1 (@cutesiplushi) 2 (@didlivio) & 3 (@lumieron)

what is a psd?

excellent question, dear reader! psd stands for photoshop document, and it’s a type of file format (like .png or .gif) that allows you to store a project’s individual layers! it’s a file format that, for obvious reasons, is exclusive to photoshop and photopea.

in editing circles, psd has become shorthand for filter. people use psds to save configurations of adjustment layers that are then used to filter images consistently, without having to remake them every time. when someone posts a psd, they’re posting a folder (hopefully it’s in a folder) with their specific set of adjustment layers for anyone to use!

where can i get psds?

right here on tumblr! check your favorite edit blogs, as they may have posted some, or search ‘free psd’ or ‘psd coloring’ in the search function. tumblr doesn’t allow you to upload psds directly, so you’ll be redirected to a site outside tumblr. probably either deviantart, google drive, or ko-fi, all of which are easy to use. deviantart requires you to have an account to download anything (luckily, an account is free!) and ko-fi may require you to pay money. google drive doesn’t have a search function in and of itself, but it’s extremely easy to download off of.

also, shameless self plug, but i post psds right here on canarysage! i personally use deviantart, but again, an account is free. if send me an ask, i may be able to provide you with a google drive link, if you ask really nicely (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

and of course if you don’t want to use someone else’s psd, you can always make your own.

how do i use a psd?

once you have a psd of your choice downloaded, open up photopea! or photoshop, if you’re rich like that.

once you open photopea, click this here button right in the middle of the screen, the one that says “open from computer”

from there, go to choose files and open up your psd! depending on from whom you got it, psds will look different once you open them. i’m using one of my own as an example.

you can see there’s two layers in my psd, a folder, and an image. the image is just for me so i know which psd this is once i save it—i like to save all my psds with images of real people so i know how it looks on moodboards or stimboards.

the folder is the important part here, that’s where the adjustment layers are contained. to transfer a psd, you can either go to file > new

which lets you start an entirely new project, or you can open an image using file > open

which will give you the image you selected.

as an aside, if you’re opening a psd and you already have a project in progress, make sure to click file > open and not file > open & place, as open & place won’t give you the adjustment layers.

then to move the folder, go to layer > duplicate layer into while having selected the folder (just tap on it, that will make it a lighter gray to show it’s selected) and duplicate the folder into whatever your image is

i’m moving mine to a random image of honami i found which is why it’s named like that. once the folder’s duplicated into your project, go over and take a look!

you should now see something like this! ensure that the folder is on top, as otherwise the adjustment layers won’t work.

here’s the difference between the unfiltered image and the image with my psd!

to save images in photopea (like i did just now) go to file > export as > (your preferred file format)

which will pull up something like this

i recommend either saving as a png (for still images) or as a gif (for… gifs) but that’s up to you! in order to save a psd, go to file > save as psd! that will save your project to your device

bear in mind that tumblr doesn’t accept psds as a file format, so if you’re going to post an edit, you have to save it as something else. also, don’t just save other people’s psds and claim them as your own—psds take a lot of time, effort, and skill, like any other art form.

can i make my own psds?

100% yes! i can’t give you a step-by-step process unfortunately, as there really is no one way to make psds. i recommend familiarizing yourself with adjustment layer and seeing what works.

shameless self plug again, but you can check out my other posts in this series to find out about some of the adjustment layers!

basically, i like to think of adjustment layers as a few different categories. light/darkness adjustments (ie: brightness/contrast, levels, curves, exposure, black & white, and threshold to a certain extent.) saturation adjustments (vibrance, hue/saturation.) color adjustments (hue/saturation, color balance, photo filter, channel mixer, selective color, gradient map depending on how you use it, and replace color.) and also, miscellaneous (posterize, which gives your images a pop-art crunchy kind of effect, invert, which… inverts your colors, and color lookup, which is a set of filters unto itself)

how you utilize adjustment layers is up to you! i personally like to use a variety and see what happens, my personal favorites being channel mixer, photo filter, and hue/saturation. you can also utilize blending modes (shameless self plug again,) or opacity.

if you have no idea where to start, you can look at other people’s psds to see their process. don’t copy or steal, for obvious reasons, but you can toggle layers on and off and see what happens and what each layer does.

making psds isn’t as intimidating as it sounds, you just have to start a project and start creating! it gets really fun once you get the hang of it (*'▽'*)

i don’t edit with photoshop or photopea, can i still use psds?

short answer: nope!

long answer: if you want use psds but you’re super used to ibis paint or whatever you currently use, have no fear! you don’t have to switch all your editing to photopea. you can make your main project in ibis or whatever as normal, then upload it to photopea and add a psd.

you can also make perfectly fine filters in ibis paint in your own right, with enough tweaking. there’s also apps such as polarr and picsart which come with filters, but i’ve never used them so i’m unable to vouch for how they work.

do i need to use psds when editing?

nope! psds are 100% optional. they’re a style like anything else—some people prefer them and some people don’t. it’s up to you.

did you genuinely write 1178 words answering questions no one asked?

yep.

what if i have a question you didn’t answer?

feel free to shoot me an ask! i don’t mind explaining further, and i promise i don’t bite. as with anything, this is just meant to explain to anyone who needs assistance—photopea for dummies by a dummy, after all. we can be confused together!

are you done now?

i am! congratulations for reading this far!

yours truly, canarysage

[erisawrites]

A Safety Net

Pairing: Yan!JayJo × F!reader

Content Warning: Yandere behaviour, mentions of stalking, physical abuse, female unsafety, mentions of forced marriage, maybe ooc Jay Jo?

Disclaimer: this should not be viewed as romanticization of stalking/yandere, it's merely a warped fantasy from the pov of a helpless character

Word Count: 4,645 words

Reblog if you want me to write more fics, and let me know what you want to read!

P.s can someone teach me Tumblr mobile formatting? 💀

M A S T E R L I S T

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If there were two elements which would perfectly characterise the greatness which propelled Sara Kim's family into success would be gold and grandeur.

Grandeur for the glory her family of egoistic professionals and cut throat entrepreneurs parade around in. For the excessive flaunting of riches and endless achievements. Of grandiose luncheons, eclectic dresses and jewels in every colour of the rainbow that painted her monotonous life, like some montage of emotions.

But gold deserved its own special category, a very unique limelight to further underscore just how efficiently it encapsulated her materialistic life.

No, the woman wasn't referring to the golden spoon the daughter of elite entrepreneurs was born with.

But she was referring to the cage she was born into, a confinement which had even imprisoned her mind. Such boundaries of protection were what isolated her from the dangers of the world, as well as its sparse inhabitants and even sparser blessings, and especially from herself.

───※ ·❆· ※───

The sun had begun its ascent into the horizon, and so did her frantic housemaid's up the stairs leading to her room.

But Sarah had stirred awake long before, one of the few merits that walking around eggshells gifted her.

Or maybe a demerit, as the culprit for her sleep deprivation today no longer the fear of screaming mother, but rather the opposite: the unusual benevolence and kindness of her seemingly normal parents.

An odd kindness. Completely normal as per their perceptions, following their jovial announcement of her marriage being fixed last evening. Within an instant, the Dictator facade of her parents slowly thawed, perhaps from the relief of ‘accomplishing the responsibilities of the daughter’, of finally being able to brush her off their hands.

Choice was an illusion in her life, a concept Sara understood early on as she slipped bare feet into the one of the array of slippers aligned before her. But a mindful choice, a decision where the benefits were a majority, especially ones in her favour, was one piece of autonomy she bargained for from her authoritative mother. Perhaps it was the one sliver of mercy she granted in her unkind life, or maybe some form of training to get the woman primed to the decision making tasks required of a housewife. Had Mrs. Kim acted more of a mother, maybe Sarah would have considered the former possibility out of respect.

But maybe that autonomy she thought imagined to possess was also an illusion, just another one of their ‘spoiled’ daughter's whims that had to be entertained when their money couldn't fix it.

And here she was, with dishevelled hair, drooping dark circles, and a drowsiness threatening to plant her face-first onto the floor. 

But as her eyes traced the sunrise through bleary eyes, her heartbeat quickened momentarily as another realisation setting upon her. Another thing which had greatly contributed to her early bird tendencies. Another person.

She first met him years ago in the renowned secondary school Sunny High, the national factory which churned out some of Korea's most obnoxious elites. A man who was nothing but everything at the same time. An introverted studious loner who kept to himself, while also being the school's academic whizz and a cycling prodigy. He hangs out with no one, but had everyone's envious gazes hanging upon his every move. He made no advance towards any girl, yet every girl's lovesickness only advanced with every disinterested scowl he shot their way. Likewise, he'd ignored all the boys and didn't care for their aimless attitudes, but the expansive mountain of accomplishments he overshadowed wasn't ignored by them. A separate league, an otherworldly being, an extraterrestrial intellectual and many more praises were flown in his way, none of which he was receptive to.

Except to her confused rambling.

“Hey, I'm really sorry to bother you, and I know I shouldn't bother studious kids…”,that particular day was still fresh in her memory, her awkward stance, her awkward uniform and that awkward chuckle. Of all days, it just had to be that particular and with him, of all people? “But I think you're sitting on my seat? For French?”

Aloofness had long shielded her from the taunts and jeers she'd receive in earlier schools, but the sudden pin drop silence unnerved her. Had she made a mistake? Did she offend him somehow? Broken some important hierarchical rule of the Sunny high student body?

Although whispers gladly answered her anxiety, they only worsened it further.

No way she's talking to him, who does she think she is?

She's asking that guy to move??? Does her dad own the school?

She screwed big time, man. Talking to a superior while looking like that.

These newbies are no respect but all attitude-

“Sure.”

His voice was deep and clear, but not as deep as the second silence that filled the room. Confusion had rooted her feet to the floor, panic slowly creeping in as she took in all the frightened and frustrated faces of her clas–

“Here!”,metal screeched violently against the floor, as a woman with a pixie cut sprang up, “You can sit with next to me-”

“She's fine here, Yuna.”,he snapped instantly, rather rudely despite the monotonous tone. Yuna gingerly pushed back the chair, concern flashing rapidly across her face. Alongside sympathy.

The boy shifted his belongings to the adjacent desk, which only now she noticed had been suddenly vacated. A deep shade of red coloured her cheeks as she looked down. Had she paid enough attention to her surroundings, she wouldn't have to take his seat unnecessarily. And she would have also noticed an even more concerned and sympathetic bandaid boy sitting now next to Yuna.

“I never caught your name.”,she croaked, cringing internally as the boy frowned in confusion.

“That's because I never gave it.”,he replied curtly, prompting an uneasy chuckle as she beat herself up mentally. She can cover herself in all the Cartier she wants, but never can she carry charisma.

“Well…uh..”,she covered up the awkwardness by clearing her throat, “I'm Sara Kim, by the way.”

The man kept silent as his calculating gaze was fixated upon her. She took this opportunity to stealthily scan his features, and truly, some people's luck was really just in all of the right places. There was no denying about it, from the chiselled jawline, swan like neck, slender nose and alluring, sapphire-toned eyes that seemed to brighten with each second.

“Jae-hyun.”

Sara blinked in surprise, mumbling, “What?”

The boy titled his head ever so slightly, perfectly aligning with the window just in time for the afternoon sun rays to directly bounce off his face, illuminating his reserved, yet resplendent features so strikingly that stole her breath.

“Jae-hyun Jo.”,he lowered his eyes, the faint streams of mahogany in his iris beaming in the sunlight. “But you can just call me Jay.”

Jay. No matter what Cartier she always carried, his charisma was even more priceless. A price indeed she'd one day have to pay for.

───※ ·❆· ※───

“My, Jae-hyun dear, you never fail to impress us.”

Never did Sara believe she'd witness the day where a sliver of emotion would crack through Jay's heartless mask. Well, she also believed her parents wouldnt foolishly fix her marriage, but here they are. Forget the fact that this man was sitting in his house, an impromptu visit four years after their graduation, or that it was his first meeting with his family outside school.

Her mother's perfectionism knew no bounds, even going so far as to scrutinize all her friendships, crafting every playdate carefully to her standards, and only permitting any interaction within the safe confines of her ‘home’. This means it's her first interaction with a Sunny High friend outside school hours too. 

Well, at least officially.

Because Sarah Kim knew very well it wasn't the first time they two crossed paths outside.

Or at least have crossed paths where she wasn't aware of his looming presence.

All those three years at the wretched junkyard of elites, she had naively assumed she was taken under his wing. She revelled in being under the guidance of the valedictorian, who ensured she received stellar scores and minimum bullying throughout her tumultuous high school years.

He fixed every deficit in studies with their prolonged study sessions, but left her deficit in social awareness unfixed, which if patched up would open her eyes to the alarmed gazes of the students, the growing concern of his cycling teammates and sparse friends, especially the several interventions by some rabid redhead; the only one who ever stood up for her. The only one who ever understood what was in store for her.

But just like the gullible girl her mother raised her to be, she tossed those worries off her mind, and instead tossed her hair as she profusely thanked him at their graduation. Sarah expressed her gratitude heartily, perhaps even going overboard given it's her only friend since forever, only male friend since forever.

She regretted not having stressed on the ‘friends’ part harder, even holding back from saying so as to relish in the heated, innocent blush of his face. That one moment of illusionary love would cost her lifetime, as did all her gullible decisions.

No matter how overbearing or protective Jay was, Sara always chalked it up to the man's way of expressing his concern. After all, it was no different from her Father's, who also didn't let her take one step outside without his approval, and as bad as he was, Jay's not him, but simply a ‘concerned friend who's keeping her safe’, right?

It was right in high school, despite his stubborn insistence on walking her everywhere. Even feeling nice a few months post graduation. Then alright when she'd coincidently run into him on the street. Then okay when she'd spot him lurking from afar at times. Then when she swore some shadows were shaped strangely at night. Some camping awkwardly outside her window, some trailing right behind her footsteps during nightfall. Then when she saw visions of him everything she stepped out, when her phone drained too rapidly, filled its storage too quickly. When her web cameras began blinking too randomly. And when she began receiving parcels too strangely.

Through broken windows.

Just like his madness was a gradual process, so was her own descent into her own. Where she once was a simple girl who worried only about the clouds above her head, she had now descended into a paranoid insomniac who couldn't even trust her own shadow.

Like some protective older brother he paraded himself as, Jay would always reprimand her tersely whenever she got too close to some boy. Now, the instant she looks in a man's direction outside, her phone is instantly bombarded with spam messages and missed phone calls. Where before she'd snapshot pictures with every possible friend she could find, much to Jay's disdain, he now filled her gallery with snapshots of her own home the instant she breathed around any guy. Even if it was platonically. Even if it was professionally.

So the woman perfectly understood his intentions as he sat in his white coat next to her father, revelling in his first reunion with her like he hasn't been keeping his tabs on her since who knows for how long. Even when she closes her eyes she can still see his daunting silhouette. Even when she passed by her neighbour's and friends' houses, their terror-stricken faces, heavy with meaning, also reminded of him.

Her one shot at freedom, her long standing position as a creative director in a renowned firm, had slapped her in the face when she was to collaborate at the same hospital he worked at. Now he truly had her under his thumb, yet still graciously hides himself from her, like some cryptic grim reaper, always looming over her like some grotesque storm cloud, forever sealing her in a state of being watched.

It's the combined stress of having strict parents and a persistent stalker that deprived the woman of her only place of solace: sleep. But perhaps Jay's genius abilities surpassed it's limits as he formalized even in her dreams, switching them to nightmares that plagued her senses with shudders from their flashbacks.To walk on eggshells and tiptoe past bear traps. Sarah didn't realize when she switched from being an artist to an antelope.

Yet, all hope was not lost for the woman, she repeated to herself as she trudged into the washroom. Her mother still let her make some decisions, and as vindictive she could be, she kept her daughter's best interests in mine.

Her future husband would be great. Her future husband would be merciful. He would be strong and protective. Altruistic and considerate. That's why her mother settled upon him, didn't she? Her decisions were for her betterment, right?

Right.

Right.

She had nurtured her ambitions this far, built an impactful career in such limited time, acquired something no other woman in her lineage did; achieved some semblance of independence, even if it also was only accessible via her parents. There was a reason her company, her hard work, was eligible to be collaborated with Jay's hospital in the first place. Her job, and her future husband would be her new reset button. Then she can walk away from this life with her head held high, wipe away her tears with no regrets to carry with. Smile with no sorrow.

───※ ·❆· ※───

But in the silence of the bridal dressing room, Sarah carried nothing but regrets and sorrows with her.

Oh how gullible she was, how foolish, how naive, how starry-eyed and optimistic she behaved. Like her parents ever looked out for anyone but themselves, transforming any disposable being into their pawns for success, nor sparing their offspring as well. Keeping her child's emotional well-being in mind? She wanted to howl at her stupidity. Ensure she would tie the knot with some gentle man? As if! ‘Gentle’ is one thing, but geriatric is another. She should have seen it coming, oh how, just how could she miss it? Of course her parents wanted to climb up the social hierarchy , of course they'd discard her concerns and anxieties, tossing her into the arms of some aged millionaire. Of course they'd further entrench her in the very traditionalism she so desperately tried to escape.

And her meagre fantasy of her strong career? Laughable, utterly laughable considering it only bettered her marriage prospects as she was slaving away at her very fiancé's company. No wonder she garnered so much attention in so little time, her parents probably sat her up on some stage to be auctioned off too. That's of course why salary boosts and promotions came with such ease.

Though the August heat of Jeju Island was melting its inhabitants, Sarah felt an unshakable shiver rattling her heart, trembling her limbs and rolling bullets of sweat down her back.

Her engagement party just winded up a few hours ago, with her horde of tight-lipped cousins and family friends cheerily bidding her goodnight, like she was ignorant to their snide remarks. None of them understood what fate had in store for her. No one could understand what plight she was trapped in. The terrible fate of marrying into that geezer Song's family, where every woman lived, dresses, and birthed as per the conservative traditions. She wondered if their high collar and penchant for feminine attires was part of their modesty or to conceal certain secrets. Certain marks. Certain wounds.

Her nutritionist and ob-gyn ensured she was fed and fattened up like a cattle as part of wedding preparations. Yet, the bizarre conditions of her wedding, and of the ancient traditions that stripped a woman away from her identity, was a stress that kept her immobilized with panic and abhorrence, emptying her bowels night after night from the unyielding pressure as the Song's bride.

The duties, the expectations, the traditions, the culture, the environment, the family line, the children, everything, everything she struggled so hard to run away from came crashing down upon her. She sucked back tears all her life, enduring the beatings and beratings in hopes of escaping into a newer and better life, armed with her job and education a freedom

Oh what a lie, oh what a sham it all was! Those very two things she thought to be her weapons of rebellion had only solidified the Kim family's relations with the Songs, condemning her to a mediocre homemaker life for a decrepit man who sputtered enough life for lust. 

Sarah sank to her knees, the bare skin blistering upon contacting icy ceramic. Manicured fingers dug into freshly curled hair, ruining the hairdresser’s hours of hard work as her frustration bunched them up in her hands, pulling apart her scalp from the madness and hysteria.

Though it was sweltering even in the night, her bare legs were shivering as they paced anxiously around her room, ignorant to the scandalous slip dress she was to wear. Some meaningless bet she lost, where her heartless bridal party plotted to make her the butt of their jokes. She felt her vision sway once more, a hammer pounding her head as a third migraine attacked her in the night.

She felt dread pool her stomach, bubbling dangerously, threatening to hurl her innards even if no food was left to puke out. The panic intensified so tremendously alongside her migraine, that she didn't notice she'd succumbed to her knees, limbs paralyzed as the room spun around in circles. 

Memories flitted around the rotating room alongside reminders. Morning Make up session. Bridal outfitting fitting. Last minute venue inspection. First meeting prior engagement. Bridal party pictures. College graduation. Bridal photo shoot. Sunny High graduation. Catering confirmation. National exam preparation. Walking down the aisle. Walking home from school. Standing next to the groom. Standing next to the finish line. Staring into the void. Staring into the shadows-

Her eyes widened with disbelief, the room stilling back to its original position. Shadows. Exhaustion prompted her panicky mind to first whip her head around in search of shadows, nothing less from the gullible girl she always was. 

As if on autopilot, the woman slipped on her flats, not caring for their impracticality or of her dress. She draped a single shawl around her sickly figure, shielding her face as she strode outside the hotel suite, racing down the flights of steps, and slipping out from the employees-only exit, as if she were the shadows of a passerby.

───※ ·❆· ※───

Her heels throbbed with pain, knees reddened and jittery from the humid winds and walking. It was sweltering no doubt, but a flimsy dress does a good job in allowing every draft of wind to circulate her noodle limbs.

Still, she dragged her feet on, scraping the cheap rubber flats against the ground, refusing to give up so readily, to fail before she even began.

In the flurry of panic, she carried nothing of use to her, leaving her stranded and disconnected in some desolate shady part of the island. Desperation had long blinded her from the lustful gazes of suspicious street men, ensuring she quickened her steps whenever a man looked at her for too long. But it was her only shot at searching. Only shot at survival.

In the corner of her eye, a suspicious figure shuffled, but disappeared into the darkness the instant she focused upon it. 

Shadows. Like a moth to light, the woman sprang on her heels, dashing across the street and sinking into the twisted, dark alleys. This was certainly no place for a hopeless vulnerable woman, but no corner in this world offered her sanctuary from her nightmare, save for the one in this alley.

“Hello?”,she croaked, voice warped with trepidation. Was this a bad idea?. Another breeze sifted through her dress and her knees quivered, “Are you there?”

The ancient whirr of the overhead air conditioners and the flickering buzz of the street lamps comfortably filled the silence following her voice. It was hard to keenly sift through all noises while being stuck in a cramped residential area, where the monotonous whir of fans acted as a constant backdrop. It was a smart move for covering felonious antics, but it did little to quiten the growing footsteps approaching her.

Her heartbeat quickened, and a dull thud began ringing in her ears. No, she can not spiral into her emotions right now, “Hey….it's you, isn't it?”

The man stepped into a dimly lit patch in front of the dumpster, his tall stature seeming broader and more daunting since he last visited her house.

“Yo-you-”,the fear paralyzed her throat, constricting her airways, but she persisted, “You're him, aren't you? That guy, who's always following me around.”

She cringed at how pathetic she looked, dressed too lightly for the cold, chased down some stranger in a shady street, and tried to make polite talk with a brooding masked man whose eyes swirled with secrets. Dangerous secrets.

The man stepped closer, and it required everything in her willpower to not flee instantly, until a gloved hand left his pocket. “I came to make a bargain!”

He paused, eyebrows narrowing suspiciously, perhaps confused by whatever a powerless girl can possess to make a bargain. A girl with little possessions she was indeed, but there is nothing more she valued than her greatest, strongest, and most indispensable possession: herself.

“You want to take me, right?”,she shuddered, trying to hold back her tears, threatening to break her voice, “I-I'll come with you, okay?”

This seemed to confuse the man further, and she didn't realize he had removed another gloved hand from his pockets. Whether this was a good sign or a terrible one, she had to steer it towards the former.

“I have no objections against your wishes.”,she breathed, her heart pounding so violently to the point she heard it in her ears, “I'll do whatever you want, and go wherever you take me too, promise!”

Everything rested upon this one moment. Either she buys her ticket to freedom, or a one way condemnation to hell. A different type of hell.

The man stepped closer, before the street light fully illuminated his face, as he undid his mask and tugged off his beanie. Her heart plummeted as he attempted to gauge the emotional expression he continuously wore, fearing for the worst until he raised his arms, and she raised her hopes, and ran to close the distance in between them.

“Oh, Jay!”,she sighed, deeply inhaling his minty scent, a small aspect she realized she took for granted. The woman wrapped bony arms over his broad shoulders, barely able to lock hands while his own arms consumed her body with ease. 

Though she wouldn't deny he was a dangerous, deranged control freak, she also can't deny how warm and comforting his embrace was. How protective and soothing her sinewy arms were, how his hands felt soft and gentle as they stroked her small back reassuringly. His touch was inviting, uplifting, and so tender, that this momentary physical content was enough to dissipate all of her anxieties. Has she been deprived of a support system so terribly? Of physical touch that terribly?

“Please take me with you.”,she pleaded, pulling back to gaze deeply into those pair of eyes that forever kept her under his watchful gaze, “I'll do anything, but please take me away from my family.”

She doubted she needed to explain her circumstances, given his constant surveillance must have uncovered more answers than she herself was aware of. Perhaps that was another benefit of choosing him over that geezer, he already discovered and understood all of her worries and problems.

Large hands cupped her cheeks, heat emanating through the soft gloves as his thumbs caressed damp skin, “Don't worry.”,as always, his voice deep, endless, fluid and reassuring, “I'm here for you now.”

Just hearing that one sentence was enough to uplift the burden weighing down her shoulders. She felt her knees buckle, being caught just in time by Jay, as the gates to her heart flooded open, pouring out all of her bottled up emotions she'd harboured since childhood.

Sara wept silent tears on his shoulder, consoled by the gentleness of his hands that swept down her tousled hair. All her life, she was to be constructed for others, built for others, at the command of others. No facet of her life was spared as her parents, her family and her friends took advantage of her position to climb up the ranks of social hierarchy. Anything conducted in relation to her was solely for the benefit of others, or for some non-existent ‘greater good’.

Yet Jaehyun Jo, valedictorian of Sunny High, prodigy cyclist of HummingBird, the only friend who did not abandon her side, even when she did, his main desire from her was just….her. He asked for nothing at all, indifferent to all power and grandeur attached to her name and simply sought for her most priceless jewel within her possessions; her heart and her affections.

While others snatched her to deconstruct and rebuild the woman at their whims, forcing her to sport numerous facades to accomplish who knows what sorts of business ventures and social feuds, he simply wished to snatch her away from the watchful eyes of world, but to also leave her intact as she is, untroubled, undisturbed and at ease.

He knew how susceptible she was to anxiety and panic attacks, how socially awkward she could be in public, and how little elegance she possessed thanks to her nerve-wracking paranoia. He also knew how terribly weak she fared in studies, in fine arts, in tennis, and all sorts of extracurriculars shoved down her throat for boosting her image. And especially her image, he was well aware of how her shyness terribly sabotaged it one instance after another.

And yet it didn't change his perception of her, didn't prevent him from pressing a soft, tender kiss on her forehead, replacing his lips with his own forehead afterwards, “I'll keep you safe and sound, love.”,he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, reassuring in that same, melodious, reaffirming tone, “I promise.”

This was the truth she had been searching for all her life, the breakaway from the hellscape she once believed to be externally enchained too. The golden cage she forever resided in, illuminated not by the rarity of the metal, but by the searing hotness of the bars barring her from an escape.

When in reality, the true escape, the true sanctuary was in his love. A pure, untainted love that accepted even her lowest state and anguish, which suddenly reformed all those stalker incidents from one of infatuation to fondness.

The man side-stepped the woman, her hands automatically slipping around his bicep. It never ceased to amaze her how he only grew stronger with every interaction. Or maybe the stress just made her smaller, and every surrounding threat larger.

The woman pulled herself close to his warmth as they approached a limousine, for once not caring from where something sprang into existence. She didn't have to worry about that. She didn't have to worry about anything at all now.

Jay slipped into the leather chairs, pulling her hand alongside him as she comfortably snuggled into his side. The dim ambience coupled with the smooth jazz lulled her to sleep, a gift that at last came with ease from all her unease dissipating.

The golden cage from where she would forlornly admire the world no longer exists. Even though she was simply placed in another entrapment, the woman wouldn't mind it so long as her captor was one who would let her flourish, and one where she was cherished.

[isobug]

Alternative NPD Symbol

"While working on a request I wanted to try and grab this NPD symbol and clean it up. However I found out that it existed prior to being used as an NPD symbol, originating as a vector image on Depositphotos dot com ( credit to user image4stock ) and it's license requires you to pay to use and access the high-quality file(s).

I don't like using symbols without attribution ( though I've made that mistake in the past ) and I don't like that the license requires payment ( with the possibility of up to a $5k fine which uh. I could not afford. ever. even if it's unlikely to be given to me. )

So I've taken the Daffodil / Narcissus symbol by omoonstd on flaticon and put it in a similar color-scheme / format to the original symbol ( their symbol only requires a simple attribution, which I've done here! ) I don't claim to have made the original symbol, but I did edit the colors, added the circles, and cleaned up the lines a bit."

This was originally published on my Deviantart ( isobug ) and all relevant external links can be found via the post source link! As Tumblr hates external links and sometimes removes them entirely.

The first image is the plain symbol and the second is a solid-background version meant for icons / pfps. Anyone is free to use this anywhere! No ableism will be tolerated on this post and I'll delete anything hateful.

Taglist - @revenant-coining, @radiomogai

[azurlily]

Can I request mary dating hc’s

Yes and for some reason my tumblr us acting weird and not letting me format things normally. This won't have smut unless specificly requested. Idk here you gooo. Completely UNEDITED.

Mary Satome Headcannons

As a partner Mary acts much like she does with Yumeko. Except kinder, or in some cases meaner. When first meeting you she doesn't know how to act, does she like you or hate you? Does her heart beat too fast and she cant look at you? What's wrong with her?!

Mary's love for you is unconditional, and I truly mean unconditional. She's slightly obsessed, she sees you as being able to do no harm. (Even if you're worse than her.)

As a girlfriend, Mary definitely gives you gifts a lot. She feels the need to make up for being mean all the time, and she sees this as a good way. If you're the type to not accept gifts like that, she will pester you until you do.

As a girlfriend, Mary enjoys holding you hand. She doesn't care about the approval of others as much when she's around you. She trusts you not to hurt her, and this us one of her ways of showing trust. She gives you more than she has and never regrets it.

Mary is still rude as a girlfriend, that'll never change. Although she's rude for completely different reasons. If you happen to not be eating, sleeping, or you just aren't taking good care of yourself. Be prepared to get yelled at, she doesn't care who it's in front of.

Mary does enjoy flirting with you, seeing your face get red and seeing you look away gives her a rush. Sometimes she'll just hug you and/or kiss your forehead. Although those are reserved for private time.

Mary hates when Yumeko hugs you. She'll pull the girl off and hug you, it's almost like a python restricting you. She's more touchy than usual, feeling the (unnecessary) need to stake her claim over you.

As a girlfriend, Mary gamble's against you over stupid things. Unlike Yumeko, the stakes aren't stupidly high. No, she just wants to pay for the date, but if you want to pay this time... well she'll make you gamble with her. And when you lose (because let's be honest you're not that good) you have to let her pay, and deal with the shame of losing.

As a girlfriend, Mary also gambles with you. The two of you will sit side by side, while Yumeko and Ryota sit in front of you. Yumeko and Mary joke about how it's a friendly game, but halfway through you're not so sure anymore. In fact you worry about playing against Yumeko at all times.

Mary hates it when the president comes with a 50 foot radius of you. Not even joking, she'd threaten Kirari over you. Of course she'd be scared as hell while doing it, but she isn't letting that bitch anywhere near you. She also hates Ririka coming near you at first too, over time that changes.

"I dont love you, love is a very strong- I'm lying! Dont cry please- my god!"

There has definitely been a time when she's said something along those lines. You cried and her reaction switched up real quick. She was apologizing like never before, and that memory will be ingrained in her mind forever. She hates the idea of you not loving her, and she hates herself for saying that.

Mary takes you on dates like it's nobodies business! That girl would spend every dime she had to make sure you're happy. Then she'd make the money back by gambling with some idiots. Higher stakes probably, and she'd bring Yumeko to watch. She'd bring you too, but that's so you can see her in action.

Speaking of, as a girlfriend, Mary loves your validation. She literally lives for it. If you tell she did anything right, she's thinking about it all day. Sure, she acts like it isn't a big deal, but Mary treasures you more than herself.

So I'm gonna circle back to the being mean thing. So before the two of you dated, Mary wasn't the nicest towards you. She didn't treat you like a house pet, but she was a bully. She'd made you cry at least once, and while she personally couldn't tell how she felt. Mary knew she didn't like seeing you cry.

Of course, because you has to build trust, Mary has to earn it. Mary had visited you in your classroom, giving you small tips on gambling or maybe even just talking to you. She enjoyed her time with you, and would usually leave the classrooms as red as a tomato. It's not her fault you're so kind to her!

Mary definitely made you gamble her and the agreement would be like: 'you have to do whatever she says for a week if you lose and vice versa.' Mary had pretty much forcer you to go on dates with her, and by the end of the week she'd ask you out. She gave you the chance to say no, but you didn't and that made her all the happier.

After that there were many bumps in the road of yalls relationship, just like any other. You two were ready though, and hell you could maybe just imagine marrying this girl. Maybe.

[mayorofthegalaxy]

The Cat Part I

A/n; I thought I’ll jump on this trend with a short story, hopefully I didn’t get too carried away… I also don’t never posted on tumblr and I don’t like the writing format or maybe I did something wrong? Not sure, tell me your thoughts.

Warning; the reader is amab, older brother to Charlie, and is the dominant partner over Alastor, mentions of lingerie on Alastor’s part, that’s it.

It’s been a week after the battle with Heaven Exterminator’s and Adam, Dad and you have been visiting Charlie more mending a bond that is not completely lost…

Though you both notice the change in atmosphere when you visit, you chalked it up to differences after not talking for so long, apparently not when Alastor leaves the hotel after another great shift complete his words not yours, he tells you how Charlie and even Angel and Husker are down in the dumps over Sir Pentious’s departure from Hell.

So like the best older brother you are if you say so yourself, and needing a break yourself from your never ending duties, you had Joanne clear your schedule a week in advance and told her to call the Imps that are station there to buy groceries, for the Morningstar cabin in the fifth circle in Pride.

“I know, just tell them to pack a bag for a week… If they don’t have it I’ll buy it myself… No Charlie I’m not telling you where we going… Yes pack a swim suit… Yes Dad is coming, he, Alastor and I organized this trip… we’ll meet you all outside the hotel… Okay good bye, I love you too..”

You sigh, at least you didn’t give away where you all are going, you jolt shivers running down your spine at the thought of your lover in a swim suit… well why wait~? You start prancing out your study and bounding up the grand staircase to your shared room with Alastor.

“Mon Cher, I told you, I did not want you to see what I’m packing and—” His ear flicks as he snaps his fingers stuffing and closing the suitcase.

“And you’ll come to me.” You both finish knowing exactly what the Deer demon said but couldn’t hold yourself back from prancing to him, his ruby eyes not leaving you.

You keep your eyes glued to his as you kiss his nose in greeting, you feel his hands on your shoulder as you let him lead you where now your back is facing the bed where his suit case lays. You narrow your eyes your vision not reaching the packed clothes, some damn lingerie better be in there if your inamorato doesn’t want your input on his outfits for this week, you feel his cold thumbs rubbing at your cheeks it draws your orbs to his once again.

“Don’t make that face sirop de pomme, I highly doubt you’re fully packed and ready~” He adds with a nip on your jaw.

You scoff and roll your eyes, your hands find hold of his wrist to take them off your cheeks, his eyes following your movements to stare intensely at your reflection in the large three mirrors angled to look at your form completely. Your hair isn’t out of place from when you styled it this morning, your outfit while simple and comfortable for this car ride you’re glad Alastor chose it, his taste is impeccable.

Alastor grins with a giggle as he successfully changed your attention once again, now he can finish packing his tail flicks at the mere thought of what’s to come~

->Time Skip<-

You got out your car arriving at the doors of the second stop for today and bound over to your lovers side and open the door for him your lidded eyes never leaving his as you wait for your payment, he only chuckles his thin lips kissing your cheek.

“Ahem” You both turn your heads to the sound you grin “Hey Dad!” “Lucifer” Alastor’s tone flat as you keep his door open bounding up to your Dad for a hug before he gets the chance to squeeze you, you lift him first and squeeze till you hear let out a squeak and laugh patting your back, you laugh too putting him down.

“Golly you gotten faster! That’s my boy.” He says his orbs shining at you rubbing your shoulder, you smile picking up his suit case about to ask where’s sister before you feel Alastor’s arm around your neck bringing your face close to his, his eyes glowing with smugness?

“I’ll go get Charlie and the others, poor things must still be packing.” He announces laughs trailing after him you didn’t miss your Dad’s eye twitch when your eyes follow your lover’s form staring intently at his tail and that ass in those shorts, you sigh and let a finger pull at your collar smirking as you won’t let this slide.

“Apple sauce, I’m happy you’re happy, but does it have to be him? Perhaps it can be negotiable?” Dad suggests raising a broad brow to you, “Nonnegotiable Dad.” Laughing as you move to your trunk, he follows finally taking notice of the luxury vehicle he’ll be riding in for two hours. If you’re finally driving safely that is.

“Hey isn’t this the car you got and we fixed together?Ha! It is!” He laughs, you snap your fingers opening the trunk to fit his and soon to be others cases as you hear them coming as Dad run his finger over the side of the trunk seeing for dust, of course there isn’t and laughs again at the license plate IN22•6NCD.. remembering the time you all watched the movie series even if Charlie was afraid of dolls for awhile…

“Hey, Short Prince! Control smiles over here!” The spider growled out, Fat Nuggets in one arm while the rest pointed at the deer demon, you both look over seeing them all walk out with various faces but for some it’s normal, you then see Alastor last one out with a closed mouth smile and his arms behind his back and is his head at a tilt too? You can’t help but coo silently at the sight.

“What happened?” You ask sharing a look with Dad who shrugs and winks before disappearing, Angel then takes his place his form leaving no sight for anyone else, “He popped up in my room no knocking or anything and sped through the process of packing! You know a star like myself have to look great don’t you?”

You blink as you take his suitcase from his hand and placing it inside, “What ever you need I’ll get for you, alright Angel? It’s not like we won’t be a snap away from a mall.” You say laughing and waving your hand.

“I did knock, so what’s a demon to do against loud music~?” The demon in question pouts at you with a hand on his chest his ruby eyes looking to innocent then they should at you, or perhaps it’s you? You let a hum at the thought..

Angel huffs rolling his eyes, pulls out his sunglasses from his fluff and stomps away intent on at least getting a comfortable seat then watch this bullshit.

“Maybe you should apologize Alastor, you did give us all a scare.” Charlie chimes while smiling her eyes follow Angel’s form, your orbs peer up at the demon in question chuckling “Don’t tell me you ran them all out like a bat out of Hell, I thought you have more manners than that?” You jibe.

“Not even manners can save excitement! My dears.” He states, watching Husk come between him and Charlie placing the last two bags inside and closing it.

“Are y’all done yapping, I don’t like cramp spaces.” Husk says, glaring at you both. You smile putting an arm around Alastor hips leading the group to the doors of your luxury SUV that should be comfortable enough for them all. You watch as they climb inside closing their doors for them you whisk yourself in the drivers seat, finally starting your week of vacation….

End of Part One



[rgr-pop]

TIME SENSITIVE ACTION REQUEST!!: can you my beautiful artists/clever people on tumblr make us some abortion button designs this weekend? To sell to raise money for Mountain Access Brigade, a collective of abortion doulas funding access to abortion in east tennessee?

I’m tabling a week from today at Stoopfest in Lansing, which will be headlined this year by Jhariah, R.A.P Ferreira, Weakened Friends, and Direct Hit!. I’m tabling with the Lansing DSA Women’s Section (working title) as well as a coalition of other women organizing with leftist orgs in Lansing (we don’t have a name yet but we call them “the girlies”). We’re looking to hit $5k on our fundraiser by the end of the month, but equally importantly, I’m tabling to meet people who want to plug into projects we’re getting off the ground to organize to defeat transphobic homophobic and anti-abortion power in Lansing, especially (my baby pet project if you know me irl!) launching our campaign to chase out and shut down the anti-abortion fake clinics in the city.

Here’s our fundraising page, you can donate and share (please!) but you should also read it to get a sense of how we talk about our vision:

https://fund.nnaf.org/team/565397

So I need YOU to design abortion loving buttons for me to make to sell for the fundraiser and start conversations that connect people :). Please help lol. The vibe is queer, mutual aidy, creative! Many of the girls I’m going with are harm reduction activists and passionate about self management and self controlled healthcare.

We have a lot of fun/funny ones made already but we need more sweet/straightforward ones that inspire people and ground the sloganing in our principles. Some wording you can use in your designs (but please feel free to think of others)/some jumping off points/guidance:

- abortion is magic

- abortion access (or just access) saves lives

- we use the term “reproductive freedom” as a matter of practice (pro-choice and reproductive justice are okay, but we love this one)

- “bodily autonomy” is another one we orient around

- pro “repro worker” slogans (“i <3 repro workers” always good)

- “i fund abortion”

- tying in safer sex slogans (would love something like this in an 80s/90s safe sex campaign style)

- harm reduction/mutual aid framing (would looove some good ideas here)

- i REALLY want to come with something about bisexual women being statistically most likely to have an abortion (one of my favorite communist conversation starters irl) - in general messages about queer people getting abortions is a vibe!

- we don’t use “women” when referring to who gets abortions but feminist messaging is great. I’d stay away from body parts as imagery

- the classic, “i love abortion”

- slogan-free imagery that supports the vibe

- Y’allidarity :):):)

- This line from a lead organizer with DSA’s Trans Rights and Bodily Autonomy Campaign has stuck with me as a guide, it really gets at the core of this work for me: “In a political climate characterized by fear and isolation, our voice is steady, loving, direct, and shows courage in our democratic socialist convictions.”

HOW CAN YOU HELP?

- Make me some designs on a 2.25 inch circle button template (im a design idiot and need help) in whatever file format and give me permission to print them and turn them into buttons to sell for the fundraiser. THEY DONT HAVE TO BE AMAZING LOOOKING! email me at rikki.g.reynolds@gmail.com

- reply to this post with specific wording ideas if the above inspires you!

- share this post :) and hit up your designer friends who have time this weekend! abortion fund-a-thon is about making hard asks of your friends who can help, and you’ll be glad you did.

- if you want to help promote this fundraiser on your own socials or somewhere else, feel free but you can also dm me for ideas!

Sorry for the last minute (this is why I’m really calling on tumblr GOATs), but I would loooooove to make buttons next MONDAY or possibly as late as Wednesday— I’ll edit this post when I know for sure. It’s an emergency! But you’ll be saving lives!

What can I do for you?

If you ask, I can post pictures on twitter and tag you if you want some traffic (some of our posts get a little traffic). I can PROBABLY also send you a finished button of your design after fund a thon season (May) is over but I don’t want to make that promise for certain yet.

ty!!!

[venturethighs]

Day Four: Nipple Play w/ AFAB!Canon Venture

Day four? Already? Wowie, time flies! My over excited ass definitely did not write this on October 2nd alongside day three because I am incredibly needy for this nerdy archeologist. No sir! Tumblr user venturethighs is a normal human being just like you and me!

Both reader and Venture are AFAB this time! I promise I'll write more AMAB!Venture in the future though hehe

No warnings! Everything is consensual and is safe to read! Written in head canon format.

♡ "Looks like they healed up nicely!" They admire your new nipple rings as they press themself closer to you.

♡ They had finally returned home from work to your shared apartment in Cairo after a long day of doing absolutely nothing except boring computer work.

♡ "Does it hurt when I touch them at all?" They wonder, gently rubbing the outside of your angel wing shaped piercing with their index finger.

♡ "N-no! They feel fine." You reassure them, feeling a soft jolt surprise you between your legs.

♡ They continue playing with your new piercings on one side, watching as you start to squirm underneath them on your shared bed.

♡ "Oh! Is it sensitive, then?" They cheekily ask, already knowing the answer to that question.

♡ "A l-little!" You feel your breath pick up slightly as their other hand joins in on the fun on the other side.

♡ They roll the top of their finger across the tip of your aroused nipple, feeling their face flush when you whimper in delight.

♡ "Ooh~ does that feel good, mi ángel?" They tease you further, massaging the bud in little circles as their painted fingernails flick them every so often.

♡ Before you have time to answer, they sit up with their thigh stuck between your legs and remove their shirt, revealing nipple piercings of their own.

♡ Of course, that's why you got them in the first place.

♡ They press their A cup sized chest to yours, making extra sure to align your piercings before they start rubbing up against you like an overly affectionate cat.

♡ You dreamily sigh as you exchange heated breaths, feeling their knee start to nudge against your clothed sex as every touch of your piercings sends electricity running through your body and striking directly between your legs.

♡ All you had on was your underwear. Your shirt had been discarded onto the floor next to theirs as soon as they got home.

♡ They press several harsh kisses to your lips as they continue repeatedly rolling their chest against yours, taking your hand and clasping it tightly as the excitement between the two of you begins to build.

♡ You playfully hook your fingers in the waistband of their pants and pull at them, indicating you wanted them gone as well.

♡ "Okay, okay! Hold on–" They reassure you, sitting up and unbuckling themself before sliding them off the rest of the way and letting them lay forgotten amongst the other pairs of clothing.

♡ "There." They realign themself and continue rubbing your chests together, reveling in all the noises you give them.

♡ More kisses are exchanged between the two of you, feeling their knee brush up against your wet underwear again.

♡ "Does that feel good, mi tesoro?" They press kisses against your neck as they feel you heavily kneading against their toned thigh.

♡ "Your noises are so hot!" They praise you, softly sucking on your neck to leave hickeys behind as you work yourself further towards your orgasm. "You know that?"

♡ After about a minute, they sit back up and their hands stray to your sides to hold you down against their leg, feeling all the friction building in your hips slowly spiraling out of control.

♡ They watch while you convulse underneath them, your own hands starting to grasp at your sensitive breasts as your back arches further off the mattress.

♡ "That's it. Be good for me, mi àngel."

♡ You ultimately lose yourself after a few more moments of needily grinding up against their thigh and a few more flicks of your nipples. Your orgasm lights up your body, sending you into a dopamine filled high as you fully collapse against the bed with a content sigh.

♡ They softly laugh at your tired expression. "So, so cute. I told you they were a good idea!"

[antlerqueer]

hii, megan! I hope everything is going well for you. I was wondering if you'd be willing to share how you created the gifs and images overlay effect in this /post/727210103698259968/scott-pilgrim-2010-lgbtqcreators-bingo pretty set? Have a nice day.

I will do my best!

First and foremost shout out to @nelsonnicks Norah whose beautiful gif set here inspired me!

In order to make this as succinct but also thorough as possible, there are some assumptions this tutorial makes:

We are working in photoshop

You know how to make a gif using photoshop

You know how to use the timeline feature to make/edit gifs

Okay let's learn how to make this gif:

(Due to Tumblr's image number limitations, there is a PART TWO linked where I add that "item" and gif, which you can find by clicking this entire sentence.)

STEP ONE: The Image Overlay

Pick your image! Here's the one I've picked, I cropped a page of the graphic novel:

From there, I'm going to click on that magic wand tool:

And select subject (crudely circled for emphasis)

If it's not perfect, you can either use the quick selection tool to refine the selection before or continue on with these steps and use the eraser later. I do both, but it's up to you.

Now I have a lasso around the subject, and I'll click that "Select and Mask" button next to "Select Subject"

Now I can see what my lasso'd image looks like against a white background, and I see that it's pretty good, nothing I can't fix with an eraser if I really want to later.

If the image looks rougher than you were expecting, use the SMOOTH option and play around with that slider.

If it looks a bit more smooth than you wanted (not clear defined lines where you were aiming for clear defined lines) use the CONTRAST option and play with that.

And if you wanted a little more or less around the edges, you can use the SHIFT EDGE tool to grab like 1px-ish of additional space.

Anyway, I like what I've got, so I am gonna CLICK OK

And I'll either cut or copy it onto a new file, and throw away my scraps.

Now it's time to add my character details! I'll use the same format I did for the original set here, and create 3 equal-sized rectangles using this lovely shape tool tool:

So my working file now looks like this:

I move the rectangles closer, I'll want them behind the image of Ramona after but here's just what it looks like while I'm adjusting them.

Then I add the text:

Now, it looks like when I put the bars behind her it'll cut off her name! I don't want that, so I'll adjust the side of the bar for her name and scoot it over....

Nice!

Now I'll adjust those layers to be closer together and behind Ramona...

And this is what my screen looks like now!

It looks how I want it, so now I'm gonna merge all of the layers EXCEPT the background layer. This makes it so the part that's merged has a transparent background.

Highlight the layers, right click, and find the "Merge Layers" option

And now it looks like this:

Step one COMPLETE. Great job. Have you been drinking water? It helps you think clearer. Or something.

STEP TWO: Make the gif you want. Sorry I'm not doing this step-by-step it would be so long I'm sorry!!!

STEP THREE: Put Ramona on the gif!

So I just use the selection tool and make a square around my bestie Ramona here to create this:

And then paste her right on top of my gif here:

Woah! She's ginormous!

Let's resize her by hitting CTRL+T....

This is where we get a little creative. Personally? I think the font is legible, but doesn't look nice now that I've resized it. So I'm going to back to the original file and UNDO my last action (merging the files):

And hit CTRL + T on the Ramona layer (Layer 1 pictured) and adjust her size:

Time to merge these layers again, and redo the process:

MEGAN SHE'S LARGE AGAIN! I know, I'd rather work with big files I have to make smaller than small files I have to make bigger. Sue me.

Resize the layer, make any adjustments to the gif you have under it in terms of placement/size:

And WHEW we got this part done.

STEP FOUR: Add color overlay

I'm gonna make her color overlay blue like her cartoon hair, so I'll eyedrop tool her hair:

Go to Layer:

Add new, and then using a regular brush at like 5000px just click onto that new layer, and...

Bump that layer under your Ramona cut-out,

Go back to the layer drop-down menu, and select Blending options...

And this little menu will pop up:

MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE PROPER LAYER SELECTED FOR THIS. Otherwise you're going to be very confused.

See where it says "Blend Mode" and it has a drop down under normal? For these purposes, I'm gonna use the drop down and select COLOR:

Now you can see that all-blue layer in the background now is showing the original gif behind it, but you know your original gif? "I know of it." It's all blueee. /ref

This is what it should look like:

Before I go any further, I'm going to check my timeline to make sure this is covering the WHOLE duration of the gif:

It does, so let's drag that bar on the right to line up with the end of the gif:

All fixed!

So now we've got this:

Oh man! See those white spaces between her arms? I'm gonna go back and fix those now, fortunately I can edit it directly on the full file itself, by just editing that layer.

Using my magic wand tool, I'm selecting those white spaces between her arms and her jacket and deleting them-

She's not perfect but you can always be nit-picky and zoom in really close and refine with the eraser.

PART TWO

[rudystopit]

iv. Governed By The Flesh│M.O'Hara

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Summary: You start your day with a sore back from helping Father Parker and meet Father O'Hara, who apologizes for his absence the previous night. While working together, he shows kindness but later becomes agitated when you mention past conversations. His guilt and inner conflict lead to a violent outburst, leaving him deeply troubled and remorseful.

Pairing: Priest!Vampire!Miguel O'Hara/Nun!reader

Warnings: masturbation, slight gore again.... sorry.

word count: 4,596

a/n: I must have displeased the vampire gods while writing this... I had two bats actively flying around me when I formatting this chapter for tumblr. godspeed y'all and i'm sorry vampire gods

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{cross posted on AO3}

ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 8:6 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢

You wake up with the sun. The sunny sky brings a warm breeze into your room. Your back screamed as you sat up. You begin to regret helping Father Parker as you rub your back to ease the pain. You closed your eyes and wished you could go back to bed.

"It's too early," you said and stood up. You walked over to your window. You saw Father O'Hara walking back to the abbey. You leaned out the window. "Good morning, Father O'Hara. Blessed morning, isn't it?" you said trying to mask the grogginess you feel. 

He looked up at your window. "Good Morning, Sister. It seems like it," he smiles. He walks a little closer to the abbey. He looks up again. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair," he yelled. You chuckled and looked down at him.

"I would, but I don't think it's long enough," you yelled down to him.

"That's a shame," he looked at his feet, "I'd like to talk to you. Can we meet before breakfast?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you by the bay window before the dining hall. Is that alright, Father?" you yelled.

"Yes, I'll meet you there," he waved and disappeared into the abbey.

You quickly got dressed and headed to the dining hall. You tried to mask your excitement while walking to the window. Sister Lyla sees you and runs up to you. She links her arm through yours, and you exchange pleasantries. "I have a meeting before I go to breakfast. I'll find you in there," you smiled, and she turned to see who you were looking at. She turns back to you and winks before heading into the hall.

"Morning, Father O'Hara," she said.

"Who is that?" he asks, joining you at the window. You told him how you and Sister Lyla became friends. You look at him and see how he looks like he went rolling around in the woods. You picked a leaf out of his hair. He just stares at you. "I'm sorry," he says.

"Please, don't take offense to how she sounded. It's just her teasing me."

"No, for last night," he said. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I know your work is more important than just helping me. And I ruined your day by not being there." he takes your hands in his.

"That's alright. Father Parker asked me to help him with his office," you stared at the tangle of hands. You looked up at him, and his eyes looked at you in horror.

"Father Parker?" he asked.

"Yes?" you asked, pulling your hands away from him.

"What did he say?" his voice became low. His eyes burn into yours.

"He told me stories about you two when you were in high school," you shyly say. He stands up and mumbles to himself. He walks around in circles. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was crossing a line. Father Parker was excited to tell me about all of it. I didn't think it was a problem," you said. You stood to go into the dining hall, but his hand came to grab your arm.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm annoyed that that loudmouth decided to tell people about my past," he smiles. “Well, I just wanted you to apologize about last night. You’re dismissed, I’ll see you later,” you bow and walk into the dining hall.

You grab some fruits and walk over to Sister Lyla. She's talking with some other sisters. You quietly sat by her, and the other sisters stopped talking. You picked at your food and tried to make yourself smaller as everyone stared at you.

"Sister, do you remember the animal attacks of the last couple of years?" she asked, shoving some food into her mouth. "I overheard Abbess talking to some of the Elder Fathers about what the 'plan' is."

"Yes, I guess it is that time of year again. What is their plan?" you ask.

"If sisters have to go into town, they have to be in a buddy system," she takes a sip of her water. "... which isn't a great plan since most animal attacks happen at night, and due to curfew, the only people going out at night are the fathers. Are they going to walk in a buddy system?"

That's right. That man last night. Father O'Hara was out last night. You continued digging into your memory to see if he was alright this morning. He did look dirty this morning, but he didn't look to be bleeding. You stared at the bowl of fruit. Your fork is just moving around a strawberry.

"What do you know?" Lyla asked.

"I saw Father O'Hara leave last night. He came back this morning covered in dirt," you said.

"Oh, was he hurt? Oh, yeah, how was your first day with him?"

"He didn't look hurt this morning. He wasn't in his office last night. I ended up with Father Parker. Abbess is probably going to talk to Father O'Hara about that," Put your fork down. Lyla looks at you. She is searching for answers in your eyes. She narrows her eyes.

"What was the meeting about?" she stabs her food before looking back up at you.

"He apologized," you smiled. She looks around at some of the sisters leaving. 

"OK, I want to get the comfortable pew before everyone else takes it," she taps your shoulder and goes to put her plate in the bin. You followed her. She linked her arm with you, and you two walked to the chapel. "Can we be normal for a second?"

"What?" you look at her confused.

"Like, can I talk to you like an actual person? Drop the formalities and talk about boys and drama. I miss that part of my life before my vows," she looked at you with such sadness. "I've been depressed since joining. All the people I talk to shut me down and are so condescending," she adds.

"You know what, I also miss talking normally. I had a conversation with Father Parker, and I was actually having fun. It felt like catching up with an old friend," you leaned into her. "Yes, you can talk to me normally. I'd really enjoy it," she squeezes your arm and quietly 'thank you' as Abbess Drew stands up.

Morning prayers went by so quickly now that you had someone who you know will be there for you. After prayers, you walked with Lyla to her duties and sat there and listened to her talk about everything and anything. Your cheeks hurt from smiling the whole time.

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There was a knock at Abbess Drew's door.

"Come in," her voice boomed. Her door creaked open. His big frame peeked in. "Come in, Father O'Hara," she says as she stands up. He slides in and stands in front of her desk. She bows and signals him to sit.

"Why do I feel like I got called to the Principal's office," he tries to joke.

"Because I'm annoyed," her voice was dead serious, which sent chills down his shine. "The Sister's job is to do their duties for Our Lord. And when one of the Fathers' has disappeared and the sister cannot do the duty they are called to do, you are interfering with their relationship with God," she looks down at him. "Do you understand Father O'Hara?"

"Yes, Abbess Drew. I apologized to her this morning. I plan on having her work today. Thank you," his gaze is solely on his hands. He waits for her to say something. All he hears is her sitting with a huff. He looks up, and she's rubbing her temples.

"She's a wonderful woman. She's devoted to her faith. Don't mess it up." She says, "I can see her in this office one day. Please, Miguel, don't," she waves him off.

He gets up to leave but stops. "I can see that she's a wonderful woman. I will do my best to keep her on the path of God," he bows and leaves the office.

He takes a breath and looks up to find Father Parker in front of him. "You suck," he says. They walk together. "What did you tell her?"

"Some stories," Father Parker laughs. "I know you're a private man, but the church mouse is a sweet kid. Also, why do you look like shit?" Father Parker points to his clothes

"I went out and tripped in the woods," he answers. "Everyone tells me that she's sweet," he points back at the Abbess's office. "Got chewed out for leaving. Which I didn't till later. I was asleep at the desk," he looks out the window. Church mouse? he thought to himself. fitting, I guess. 

"You were asleep?" Father Parker yelled. "I slammed on your door. How did you not hear me?" he starts laughing. "Miguel, you say you were sleeping, but it honestly sounds like you were in a coma," he slaps his friend in the back.

"I have to shower. I will see you later," he bows to him and leaves.

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Lunch came quicker than you had thought. You ended up missing your private prayers and a shower. You spend your morning with Lyla as she does her duties in the chapel, which is a lot more sitting than actual cleaning. You guys talked about your lives before the church and the things you two miss. You two ate lunch, and she walked you to the door that led to the fathers' offices.

"I bid you a fair goodbye, my love, for I, Lyla, will miss you deeply," she bows, and the two of you laugh. "But for real, Have a good night. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Have a good evening, Lyla," you say as you slip into the office hall. You walk down the hallway and round the corner to his office. You look at the oak door and knock. You hear shuffling, and the door swings open to Father O'Hara looking down at you. "Good afternoon, Father O'Hara," he moves out of the way for you to walk in.

You walked to the middle of the room and looked around. You looked for a broken painting. The carpet seems vacuumed, so you figured he probably cleaned it up. He shuts the door and walks around to his desk. He motions for you to sit. He hands a pile of paper to you.

"You'll be sorting this into piles of topics and then organized into dates," he says and turns back to his pile of papers.

You looked around at the objects around his office—no pictures of family, no pictures of him and Father Parker, no personal things. There's a crucifix on the wall beside him. There are tons of different books behind him. You looked at him. His eyebrows are heavy on his face. His eyes darted from one end of the page to the other. They are narrow as he reads a specific line. He sniffles every few seconds. His hair is damp. There's barely any expression on his face. His eyes flick up to yours.

"What?" he asks.

"Oh, nothing, Father," you drop your head to look at the paper in front of you. The side of his mouth twitches to a smile.

You read through the papers. Most are about different rights and rituals of the church around Easter. Some were about the history of how Easter came to be. A lot of the papers were from the Renaissance period.

You were almost done with your pile when Father O'Hara stretched and groaned. You look up from your papers. You set them on the desk and rolled your shoulders. It doesn't help that the pain from helping Father Parker still ached. You scrunch your face in pain when you straight out your back. He looks at you with curiosity.

"Pain in your back?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm still sore from helping Father Parker with his office last night," you said, picking the papers back up.

"Here," he stands, and your eyes follow his movements till he disappears behind you. His hand comes to your shoulders. You tense up at his hand's sudden touch. He begins rolling his thumbs, shading your shoulder blades. You relax and lean into his pressure. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment of release. You hum as the tension in your back ceases. He smiles down at you as you ease into his hands. His thumbs roll over a tender spot in your back. You finch away and yelp. His face goes hot. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, you're good. It's your super tense right there," you say.

He retreats to his seat. He picks up some papers and looks up at you. "I'm quite hungry. Would you mind grabbing us some dinner?" he asks. You nod and go to leave.

Once the door closes, he sighs. He leans back in his chair. A tent has grown in his pants. He rubs his temples and looks up at the ceiling.

"I wish she didn't have this effect on me," he groans into his hands. He adjusts his pants and his breath hitches. He swears under his breath. He grinds the palm of his hand into his pants. He grits his teeth. He continues the motion at a steady pace. He closes his eyes. His breathing quickens as his pace slow increases. His palm slides over his tip, and his mouth falls open. He undoes his belt. His fingers were on the button of his pants. He imagines you. You in between his legs—looking up at him with those bright eyes. He quickly pops the button and zipper. His hand drives into his briefs. He wraps his fingers around his girth. His mouth opens slightly as he pants, waiting. He begins moving his hand down his length. His other hand grips onto the table.

He imagines his fist as your mouth as he quickens his strokes. He slides his hand on his desk, then quickly clenches it into a fist, thinking about what you felt like under his hands. His eyes squeeze shut, holding onto the thought of you under his desk. He mumbles your name as he inches closer to completion. His strokes become uneven, and his nails pushed into his palm, causing blood to be drawn. His jaw clenched with enough pressure that would crush bones. The last couple of strokes, and he was done. He put his head on the desk and became embarrassed at what he did.

He mumbled about how he shouldn't have done that to the thought of you. Innocent you. The little sister with the heart of gold. The quiet sister. The church mouse.

His breathing slowed, and he sat up to clean himself off. He looked at his desk and a painting of Jesus looked back at him. He glared at the book and slammed the cover closed. A soft knock at the door pulled him to reality. He stuffed himself back in and said it was OK to come in. You handed him a plate of dinner's leftovers.

"Thank you, church mouse," he set the plate next to him and continued to work on the papers around him. 

You looked at him and scrunched your nose. Church mouse? You knew the other sisters had called you that, but you had no idea the fathers referred to you as such. You glared at him while you ate. Does everyone think of you as that? A church mouse.

He glances up and sees you glaring at him and chewing angrily.

"Everything alright?" he asks.

"You called me church mouse," you mumbled.

"I did? Oh, my mistake," He goes back to reading the papers and taking notes.

You look down at your plate. You push around the food. You let his passive tone repeat over and over in your head. You tried to eat some food but instead you just stabbed the food and you couldn’t hide your emotions. You scolded at your dinner, thinking about his comment. 

"Do you see me as a church mouse," you asked hastily. "I know the sisters call me that to be mean," you say.

"I think it's an endearing name," He says without looking up from his notes.

“Oh,” you bring your fork to your mouth. 

You silently ate your food while Father O'Hara continued his work. You watch his brown eyes scan the pages, looking for the exact line he wants. You glance over at his plate. Never touched and left to get cold. You watch how his fingers slide in between the pages. You watch how he flexes and then relaxes. He puts the pages down and picks up the pen lying next to his food. He clears his throat. You flick your eyes to his. Instead of seeing his eyes gazing at the sheets of paper on the desk, you're met with his eyes staring back at you. You sallow harshly and look down at your plate. Hoping his gaze would soon turn to something other than the top of your head.

"Why do you think they call you that?" He leans back into his seat. 

"One of the sisters told me, they thought it was about how I grew up in the church," You refused to look at him. Instead, you look over one of the books on his desk. 

"Have you heard the expression, 'quiet as a church mouse'?" He looks down at you. 

"I think I heard it once," You flip through the pages. You look at the illustrations of what the old pagans did on the spring equinox. Your face becomes warm. 

"Sure, The Sisters might mean it in a mean way but I think they call you that because you're quiet and they don't understand why you don't join them," he smiles. You look up at him. His expression is soft and genuine. His hands are folded on his lap. "I think with you befriending Sister Lyla, your name might chance to just mouse," he jokes. 

You ignore his comment and go back to flipping through the book. He watches you for a few minutes. He notices small mannerisms like how you twitch your nose when you read something you don't understand or how you hold your book with such gentleness as if it will fall apart if handled too harshly. 

He starts to think about how he would hold you. He wants to protect you from whatever happens, even if it means himself. He watched you read about how the church turned pagan rituals into Catholic rights. He noticed how your eyes got wide when there were illustrations of the roles. He knew exactly what part you were reading. He saw the wheels of your mind turning, reading about how the ancient pagans chose a man and woman to act as the god and goddess and how they would "plant the seed" for spring equinox. He saw the look of realization that the eggs around Easter time were a symbol for a different type of egg. A grin crept onto his face. He thought about how he would have wished you were his partner for those rituals. Heat spread to his thighs as more impure thoughts came into his mind. He looked around for anything to distract him. His list of items he wanted for the display. 

"I need your ideas," He quickly says, shaking you from your reading. 

"About?" 

"The displays," He stands and moves towards the window. The sun cast a pink ray onto his face. "I was thinking of the bishop's Easter robes, Palm, and a monstrance. what do you think?" he turned back to you. 

"Why those?" You questioned. He gave you a surprised look. "Well, people are going to the display to learn. I know why but you have to explain in a way to someone who doesn't have years of studies on catholic practices." 

"I knew you were smart," He chuckles. A chill runs down your spine. that dream. You thought. "These robes are worn by the Bishops during the Easter traditions. The Purple robes are worn for Lent, the week leading up the Easter except for when they wear Rosé on the fourth day of Lent, The red is worn on the seven Sundays after easter for Pentecost Sunday, as well as Palm Sunday and Good Friday, and the white robe is worn on Easter Sunday." 

"That's just the days they wear certain colors. Why do they wear those colors on those days?" You asked. 

"The purple signifies the mysteries we are celebrating as a church and during Lent we are reflecting on issues of repentance and passion for Jesus Christ. The White symbolizes rejoicing and purity of the soul.  Rose vestments are worn to represent the joyful reward that comes from offering sacrifice with patience. The red is to signify the presence of the Holy Spirit in our community and our unity in Christ." He quickly retorts back at you. 

"Ok, now combine them." You smile, and you see his face put the pieces together.

"I understand now," He looks out the window. 

"I guess working in labs made it hard for you to not think analytically," you laugh. 

"Did Father Parker tell you I worked in labs?" he turns to you. 

"No, but he mentioned you were good at biology. I just assumed that's what you did before joining," You look at the floor as you explained. You hear his footsteps come closer. His finger lifts your chin. 

"I didn't work in labs," he looks down at you. His voice is ice. His eyes filled with hatred. 

"I understand. My apologies, Father O'Hara." he releases your chin and turns to his desk. 

"Please write a couple of letters to these bishops," He picks up a piece of paper off his desk. "Ask them if we could borrow the items that are next to their name," he says coldly and sits back in his seat. You began your task. His quick change in personality frightens you and you wish to never see that again. You tucked the thought back into your mind, hoping you would never make him upset again. 

He watched you write out the letters. Your hand shook slightly and he heard quiet sniffles. He dropped his shoulders in realization. He had scared you. He looked down at the desk. Sighing in disappointment, you turned back to his work. 

The two of you worked in silence for a few hours. He would glance up at you to see if you were alright. Each time he hoped you'd be looking at him as well. He wanted to apologize for his actions but couldn't find a way to make it natural. He turned to the window to see the sun had left. He cleared his throat and suggested it was late and that you should go to bed. 

You turned towards him, not wanting to make direct eye contact. He searched for any signs that you had cried. He found none. "I can escort you to your room," he says in a quiet tone. You simply nodded. He opened the door for you. He came out and locked his office. He followed behind you to the office door. You opened it and held it for him. You try to quietly shut it. You looked out the window and watched the night creatures wander about on the abbey's lawn. His shoes were the loudest thing in the hallways. You didn't dare try to look at him. Instead, you try to read the signs in the hall. Mostly about different events being held.  He walked with you silently down the halls. They felt longer than usual. The silence was too loud and the air was filled with intense emotions. You see the door to the Sisters' rooms. He stops you before you can open the door. "I'm sorry for my actions," he simply said when you headed to your bedroom door. 

"It's fine, Father O'Hara," you said as you opened the door. You stood in the doorway, quickly making eye contact and then closing the door. 

Father O'Hara stood by your door. He felt awful about what he did. He looked at the ground and walked away, letting his feet lead him to wherever. He thought about how you looked the last couple of hours. How you didn't want to look at him. Is this how you would treat me if you found out?  he asked himself. He kept walking. He didn't know where to go. All he knew was he didn't want to be in the abbey. 

The halls stretched on, the beige paint only adding to how much he didn't want to be there. He glances at the event boards and reads a couple of familiar names. He saw that Father Parker was hosting an AA meeting next week. He weakly chuckled at the thought. He turned towards the stairway. It always felt colder than the rest of the old building. He dragged his hand down the railing as he tried to not throw himself down the stairs. The old stones jugged out and he tried to count all the different colors he saw. He counted 4, brown, darker brown, gray, and black. He continued his path to the abbey's lobby. Small donations were lying on a bench, tied in bags. He pushed open the door to the outside. 

He walked out to the sidewalks outside of the looming building. He listened to the trees move as the wind picked up. He looked at the trash stuck in the rain drains. He hated himself for making you feel scared. He puts his hands in his pockets as he tries to not be consumed by the guilt. He watched his feet as he walked and thought about how he wanted to make it up to you. He wondered if you were going to be distant with him because of tonight. He smelt the familiar lilac. He stopped and looked at the small flowers of the bundle. He picked one of the bulbs. He continued to walk, staring at the flower in his hand. He smiled at the purple petals. He walks past the shops and sees a glance of his reflection. He stops to look at it, dropping the flower. He hates the man he sees, even more than most days. He stares into his sunken eyes and furrows his brows. Anger at himself causes his chest to rise faster until he's had enough and punches the glass. 

"Woah there Bud," a voice cuts off his rage. Father O'Hara turns to his eyes narrow. "No need to take your frustration out of the window of some poor shop," the obviously drunk man laughs to himself. "Actually, I think I know the family who owns this place. I should give 'em a call. tell 'em there's a man trying to rob them." He's had enough. He walks up to the man and grabs his head. He throws him to the ground and starts tearing. All of his anger turned to rage. Anger about this guy, about the church, about him, and mostly anger about God. He stopped to catch his breath. Covered in blood he looks down at the man. Guilt settled back in. He sits back on his feet and looks at what he did to this man and to you. His stomach groaned. He sighed and drank some of the blood before returning to the sleeping abbey. 

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

your tolkien edits are always so lovely, do you have graphics editors that inspire you?

hey anon.. would you perhaps want to join me in a small and tumbledown cliff-side castle by the shining sea within whose shelter we can spend the rest of our days. circle yes or no

anyways!! tumblr is the school of athens and i am but a humble student sitting at the feet of greater talents, so here are a few of my biggest editing inspirations for your happy perusal:

@himemiyaaah / @tarninausta - probably my original editing inspiration back when i took my first waddling steps into making graphics myself! rosie just has such an amazing command of color, style, balance, etc.. her edits are so beautiful and harmonious, and i love her expressive use of text.

@miriel-therindes - also someone i discovered early on! i swear there isn't a form lyndeth hasn't tried her hand at and succeeded with in high style. her incredible sense and editing of colors and creative typography are just !!!

@arwenindomiel /@edwinas - the enormously talented mastermind behind tolkien south asian week! her edits are striking and have a real cinematic feel with bold, gorgeously cohesive color palettes (her dramatic shadows are spectacular) as well as innovative use of text and other graphic elements that just tie it all together each time.

@emyn-arnens - save me atlas of arda series atlas of arda series save me !! whenever i need inspiration on how to make dynamic edits that don't include people, i go to this master of her craft. her colors mesh so well together, her formatting is creative and refreshing, and her photo choices are on point. whence does her power flow.

@aredhels - so elegant and sleek! sari is so good at using all the parts of her edits to evoke the desired mood--for lack of a better word, everything she makes is just so aesthetic. i love her understated, low-text style and how she can make incredibly compelling edits just with her impeccable image choices and color editing. and besides all that she singlehandedly gave me the confidence to experiment with the eight-image picspam format yayay

@tilions - legendary user of non-text elements! i honestly have no idea how emily comes out with some of the image layering that they do. her edits feel professional-grade (hoping tentatively that this is a comparison that makes sense but who knows). she makes such bold color choices! it's easy to be scared off by bright palettes but apparently emily is immune to aesthetic fear. she also concocts these amazing silhouette edits that are like those 70s nasa posters and it's. so cool.

@russingon - i want to imbibe mayim's delicious color palettes into myself for real. something about them is so distinctive and pleasing! how much punch he can pack into a two-image edit never ceases to astound. i'm especially fond of their family/house edits (i love seeing their great faceclaim choices all together)!

@brighter-arda - toi is so endlessly committed to making the tolkien fandom a more diverse, inclusive, and accepting space, and i really admire all the work she puts in to uplift other creators. her own edits have really interesting and creative themes and formatting, and it's wonderful how she always incorporates meaningful elements of the character's culture.

@someoneinthestars - their use of darker colors is so evocative, and i love their latine tolkien series! they often align text to elements within the image, which takes such precision (i've only done it once, i think!), but when they do it it always comes out gorgeously.. awuagh.

@outofangband - the attention and research nelyo puts into their environmental edits could power three mid-size cities and i have nothing but respect for them and their dedication. honestly i think they know more about the ecology of middle earth than tolkien himself did when he made it (and he also never made edits about it, so another point to nelyo)!

anyways, this is only a cross-section of the plethora of amazing and talented people i get to share this community with, but i hope it was what you were looking for anon! many many thanks for giving me the ever-welcomed opportunity to kvell a little over some of my favorite creators, and as always, many many thanks to those creators themselves for sharing their spectacular works ♡♡♡

[mrsbsmooth]

How does one get into the fandom because idk where to start (I've never wanted to be active in fandom before so I am throwing this at someone who seems like they know what to do)

Bsksksdhahahysu if this wasn’t exactly me in like March last year 😂

Firstly WELCOME!!!! If you’re here and you’ve decided to join the fandom, then I hereby declare that you are now part of the fandom!!!! YAYYY welcome to the fam!!

You don’t have to have played all the seasons, you don’t need to know all the characters. You don’t have to be across all the jokes or memes. We have people who’ve been here since the beginning of S1, we have people who joined yesterday and have no idea what’s going on but are straight up having a great time. If you have questions, or you don’t get a meme or post, ask!!!! This fandom are used to newbies and will happily explain it to you. The only thing you have to do is stay away from the reddit sub (no I’m totally kidding but that really is wise- it gets quite nasty over there)

Here are some ways to get involved: (excuse formatting I’m doing this one handed at 4am, stupid baby)

1: just start reblogging shit. If you’re new to tumblr, it can be a bit overwhelming to start but just start reblogging anything you find funny or interesting. If you feel comfortable you can start throwing in your own thoughts, like replying to posts or adding info/tags when you reblog

2. Make memes/ your own posts and tag them #litg or #love island the game or any of the LITG tags you’ve seen around. Many of us follow the tag and this is a great way to find new blogs. If you go through this tag you’ll also be able to find some great and popular LITG blogs this way. Fortunately the Venn diagram of people who have popular LITG blogs and people who are amazing kind humans is a circle so you’re in safe hands here.

3. Have you thought about joining the discord? Caitkaminski has a link in her navigation post here. It can be a bit overwhelming to start, but if you mute all the channels except the ones you want to take part in it’s a great place to start chatting about the game

4. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea but it’s certainly mine- fanfiction . It’s insane how many talented writers we have in this fandom, like it’s actually nuts. Idk how we managed to attract so many but we did so it’s REALLY worth checking out. You can start in the Love Island tag on AO3 and filter by your preference, or even check out the @litgreadersroom if you’re trying to find a recommendations list for a character (they’re working their way through a lot st the moment!). You can leave a comment, kudos, or even try your hand at writing your own, it’s a great way to get to know the characters more and also to start making friends with the fab writers!

[chthonicgodling]

hey. I’m taking your hands. come with me. come watch fenixe insta-kill me with one perfect line. the type of moment that makes me put my phone completely down and walk in a circle around my living room. my entire tumblr is a shrine. see if you can take a wild guess what knocked the wind out of me completely

the context is! Loki cuddled with Maci and Tory admitted for once like a fucking grown up that he didn’t feel well (“what’s hurting you!????” “…emotionally.”) When they asked him how they could help him feel better, a question that genuinely baffled EeL, Tory took him out to the courtyard in a cute little quiet date moment, where they discussed the palace kids, the roses in front of them, and their pending baby, including the baby’s SITUATION THAT’S STILL A SECRET ON THIS BLOG but that’s not suuuuuper important right now. One thing led to another— to Loki’s worries about the baby’s safety as usual, to discussing right here the ways the mortals had referred to Jör in legend. AAAAND SCENE—

formatted for the main blog here cause I want this in the eyes of all of you and. idk I feel like it has to be fancier on here lmao. a ✨canon convo!!✨

Loki: “I suppose it couldn’t have made much of a difference to their terminology if they’d had… A serpent of such size and potential wouldn’t have settled their imaginations. Surely they’d only have seen a beast.

Certainly seeing him as a babe hadn’t helped anyone else, even in the eye of my own f—”

Loki: stops. swallows.

Tory: “You’re among beasts here, at least.”

Loki, faintly: “Right.”

Tory: “We keep Epi around. Nightmare incarnate.”

Loki: a distant nod

Tory, sighing: “And I won’t stand for people treating him poorly for what he is.”

Loki: “Right.”

Loki: the longest, quietest, faraway pause… setting his jaw, and,..,

Loki: “…When Sleipnir was taken from me, I…

I swore— swore. With every sinew and fiber of my being. That I would never let harm come again to any of my children. If I could bear to have any more after my first, that I would never again feel them wrenched from my arms.

I failed.

Once again— twice, three times, in one fell swoop. And after even then, my love and my rage weren’t enough to truly save…

I failed each of them, not once more but five times.”

a cold sneer— “I find your optimism inspiring. I’m glad you’ll be able to save this one. Do let me know what the secret is.”

Tory: “It’s family.”

Loki: falls silent

Tory: “The secret, it’s having your whole community ready to throw down and get feral if something threatens your kid.”

Loki: ,,quiet

and… blinking tears.

Tory: “I pulped the god of death and ate him.

Loki: wiping his eyes

Tory: “No one fucks with my kids.”

Loki: and the shakiest exhale

Tory: “No one fucks with my wife, no one fucks with my consorts.”

Loki…… who despite this all literaly can’t resist, mumbling: “Technically I did the death god pulping for you first, ‘twas my powers that exploded him into your portion sized bits.”

Tory: “Team effort.”

Loki: “I’ll let it slide, I understand. Best not to negate the gravitas of your actions of loyalties.

…Sorry, you were saying. Tch, your consorts, I suppose you consider me formally within the scope?”

Tory, patting the fUCKIN BABY HELLO: “I think you fit the bill.”

Loki: a small nod. and a pause and… he leans into Tory, quiet.

Tory: “It means you’re family.”

and Tory tucking his arm around him; Loki, swallowing thickly, lip wobbling overwhelmed—

hHMYGOD………

forget Loki how about me, I was a fucking puddle— I still AM (Loki nearly wrecking the moment cause he can’t NOT take credit for things fgkfkgkgk)

Instant KO though anyway gestures wildly to this post and this post. do you see. do you understand. it. ITs…. AHHH