#very wee reply for u

[caelanglang]

chuuya will go insane seeing dazai cry? zamn would pay to see that lmaoo

hi, i kinda went insane thinking and drawing about this one.

a continuation of the drunk fem!dazai post !

mini bonus:

update: now with extra here ~

[strawb3rrystar]

hi I was TOTALLY not stalking ur acc cus it’s so good..nooo way🥰🤞🏼

buttttt I was her to rec a lucifer x reader!preferably fem,but gn is always alr,all the power to u!

so maybe like reader looks super innocent,and is like shorter than him,has a golden retriever kinda demon form and is a overlord,and the reason she is a overlord is cus she’s a assassin and is VERY well known lol.

and luci didn’t know that and is just like 😨 when she casually told him.

you can do this by hcs,one shot,or blurb ur choice :3

Simplicity is far from simple.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem! Overlord! Reader

Warnings: A tiny wee bit of hurt, but lots of comfort and fluff

Word count: 534

✰Masterlist

When you first met Lucifer you were one of the many, many sinners who had never seen him before. You had only ever heard about him in stories. You must admit he looked very different than how you pictured him in your head.

You were immediately enthralled by his charm and wittyness. He was also quite charmed by you, as you were unlike any sinners he'd seen before. After Lilith left him, Lucifer was scared to start dating again. But he decided to give it a shot with you.

The two of you would meet outside his palace, frequenting a small, Imp owned, café. Lucifer liked you very much, and wanted to spend his day with you. The first time he held your hand, he realized that you were smaller than him. The way your palms fit together so perfectly made him giddy inside.

When you told Lucifer you were an Overlord, he was shocked. To him, you seemed way too innocent to even be in Hell in the first place. Your upbeat personality and bright eyes confused him. Most of the Overlords he knew about took on a much more sinister form. But you? You were much, much different.

Since that day, Lucifer heard your name be brought up during the topic of Overlords. So, he had to guess you were very popular. One day, while at the café, he overheard some sinners talking about you. He heard them mention something about assassination, which peaked his curiosity. But he decided to ignore it, focusing on his outing with you.

Later, when the two of you were in his workshop, he decided to ask you about it. He cleared his throat, gaining your attention. "My dear, may I ask you something?"

"Well, you just did. But sure Luci, what's up?" You reply, walking over next to him.

"I heard something today. About you being an assassin? I know it's silly, and you probably aren't even one." Lucifer rambles.

"Oh no, I am." You say, making him pause and turn towards you.

"Huh?" He questions, utterly confused.

"Yeah, I'm an assassin." You shrug, like it wasn't a big deal.

Lucifer rubs his temples then stares at you "And why didn't you tell me, my dear?"

"You never asked. And also, I didn't want my job to change your view of me." You admit, looking away from him.

"Why would that change my view of you?" He asks, tilting his head.

"Well, you're amazing, and kind, and funny. And I'm.. well.. me." You answer truthfully.

"My dear, you're all those things as well. I'm literally the King of Hell, I've seen it all. Trust me, you being an Overlord-assassin doesn't change what we have." Lucifer cups your cheek, turning your head back towards him.

"Really?" Your eyes get the same shine they always have when you're around Lucifer.

"Yes, really." He kisses your forehead. That was the first time the King of Hell had ever kissed you. A smile fills your face as you wrap your arms around his torso. He graciously wraps his arms around your shoulder, holding you close. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each others presence.

Star's notes -> I TOTALLY do not feel super honored that someone is stalking my blog.. noooo way >:}

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[crappymixtape]

i want you the most

REQUEST → @palmtreesx3 , A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE ❝ what about caught under mistletoe at a christmas party with steve. at least fluffy, maybe a wee bit more smutty? – steve's never been kissed under the mistletoe, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't make it memorable? | ( 1.8k – established relationship, tiny bit of fluff, lots of snark, sprinkle of smut, steve x reader )

I W A N T Y O U T H E M O S T 🎶 rockin’ around the christmas tree, brenda lee

Steve couldn’t keep his hands off of you. It was that red sweater. Teasing just above your knee. Sheer, black tights underneath with a stripe running up the back.

“Steve,” you half-pleaded, the grin on your lips betraying you, hands swatting his away from your ass.

“What? I’m behaving,” he replied, words coated in sincerity but his eyes said differently. Glittered dark in the Christmas lights strung around the room as the corner of his mouth pulled up into the boyish smirk you knew all too well.

“Mmhm,” you hummed, unconvinced, but you didn’t care. Not really. And neither did anybody else. The music in Tammy’s living room was too loud and the lights too low for anyone to notice anything that wasn’t right in front of them and even if they did, it was a party.

The counters in the kitchen were covered in bottles of booze, cans of beer, half-smoked packs of Swisher Sweets and Eddie’s signature dime bags. The whole house looked like Christmas had puked all over everything and honestly? You kind of loved it.

“Hey–” Steve’s voice pulled you from the haze you were swimming in. Weed and beer and the loud music making your ears all fuzzy and…"–can I try something?”

“Hm?” you asked, a slight pinch of confusion between your brows as you looked up at him and he just gave you this coy little smile. Slowly, gently, pushed you backwards until the heels of your shoes hit the doorframe between the kitchen and the hallway.

“Hm?” he echoed back, nodding toward the ceiling and when you looked up the sight made your stomach flip over. Gave you butterflies. Made you smile like you had a stupid crush and when you looked back at him he was just so smug.

“Mistletoe?”

“Would you believe I’ve never kissed under it?”

“Ever? You’re joking.”

“M’not! Swear,” he chuckled clasping a hand over his heart, smile still lingering on his lips. Your brow quirked skeptically, but when he moved to take your waist any semblance of a witty comeback shattered at his touch.

His hand was wide and warm at the small of your back. Pulling you in, in, in. Into him. Into his chest. The heat of it radiating against yours. The way his hair fell into his eyes when he crowded over you and the long sweep of his lashes and the pout of his lips as they parted pretty, waiting.

And when you pressed up onto your toes to catch his bottom lip with yours he decided mistletoe was absolutely worth the hype.

It started out soft, curious and languid. Steve’s sweet first kiss under the mistletoe, but when your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged gently at it, it pulled a little groan from him. A needy sounding thing that lit a fire in your chest and you grinned against him.

“Did you like that?” you whispered against the shell of his ear and it blew his pupils wide. Made him feel fit to bursting.

“Y-yeah, like it. Do it again. Please, baby,” he babbled, mouth running with all the beer and drunk on the way you tasted.

You’d made out at parties before, no one gave a shit, but that wasn’t going to cut it tonight. Not with the way he pressed against you and definitely not with the way his ass looked in those jeans.

Hooking your fingers into his belt loops you pulled him away from the party. Down into the deep indigo shadows of the hallway and he followed eagerly. Greedy hands seeking your waist out again as he pushed you up against the wall and dragged his lips along your jawline and down your neck. Kisses open mouthed and messy.

His teeth grazed your skin and it pulled a gasp from you, half-startled, and you breathed a laugh.

“Steve,” you chided and he grinned.

“You’re driving me crazy, Princess. Look at you,” he tugged your sweater up to palm at your ass through your tights and you sucked in a raspy breath.

“Find a room,” fell out, a statement not a question as you tried not to seem too desperate, but you knew how you sounded and it was all the encouragement Steve needed.

“Yeah-yeah a room. Good. Okay,” he was running his mouth again, eyes darting back and forth down the hallway, looking for somewhere to hide until he saw it.

An open door, dark and tucked away from the living room and absolutely perfect and he grabbed your hand and practically ran the rest of the way down the hall. Wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in, but instead of falling onto a bed you both found yourselves tripping down.

“Oh shit–”

“Jesus Christ!”

Steve fell first into the dark, half-catching himself on what felt like an armchair. Clumsily landed on the seat and tightened his hold on you so that you fell into his lap and not the floor.

Silence settled between the two of you. Hearts racing and breaths falling fast as you realized you were okay and then you buried your face into his chest and started laughing.

“Who puts a den this far down a hallway?” Steve criticized, glaring at the drop from the entry into the room and it made you laugh even harder.

“Who has a den anymore?” you countered and he snorted.

“Fair.”

And as your laughter quieted you realized where you were sitting. More importantly what you were sitting on, and you sobered. Wiggled your ass against his lap and slid a leg onto either side of him to straddle him on the chair. Pushed your palms into his chest and settled back down where it was your turn to give him the coy look.

“I’m not complaining,” you murmured and his hands instinctively squeezed at the plush of your hips.

“No, nope. Me either. Not complaining.”

And Steve’s hands slid around to the small of your back and down to squeeze at your ass again. Pressed you up so that you he could catch your lips in another kiss, your tits just under his chin, and it was heated this time. Urgent, needy. His tongue running along the seam of your lips and you moaned into him, opening to let him lick into you.

Slotting a hand between your thighs from behind, he pressed his fingers between your legs against your tights and even with all the layers he still could feel how soaked you were.

“Christ,” he said, voice shot as his eyes squeezed shut, “So wet, babe.”

“Your fault,” you accused, bucking your hips up against his and it made him curse again as he bit down on the skin at your collarbone, pulling another moan from you.

Fingers slipping under the waist of your tights he moved to tug them down your legs, but a light flicked on outside the door and you froze.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath and Steve’s head jerked around to look.

“Who is it?” he hissed and you heard someone running down the hallway.

“Harrington! You in here? We gotta—” Eddie’s head appeared in the doorway and as he realized what he’d just interrupted he palmed his face. “Shit. Sorry, man–” and then quietly to himself, “–why do I always do that?”

“What, Eddie?” Steve pushed and the other boy shook his head.

“Fuck, right. Cops are here. We gotta go.”

“Cops? What–I don’t–who cares? We’re all 21,” Steve’s tone was clipped short and beyond irritated as he sat with you still straddling him in the armchair, hand down your tights, and Eddie started to panic.

“Sure! Fine! But that doesn’t cover this–” Eddie held up a giant baggie of weed and then from beyond the doorframe, yanked Robin into view by the collar of her sweater, “–or this.”

“God dammit,” Steve muttered and squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled his hand away from your panties. Sucking a breath in through gritted teeth he looked back up at Robin, “You’re seriously not 21 yet?”

“Not til July, dingus,” she snarked, arms folded over her chest and defiant, and that was it for Eddie.

“Listen, I’d love to discuss the intricacies of law and shit, but not in the back of a patroller! Yeah? Leave please? Now?”

“Jesus Christ, alright!” Steve scooped you up and put you back on the floor on two feet, grabbing your hand in his and thankful you weren’t wearing heels. “C’mon, genius. Out the back,” he shoved at Eddie, pushing him and Robin toward the end of the hall, pulling your close behind.

Steve had partied at Tammy’s plenty during high school and knew all the quick exits out, just in case, and low and behold at the end of the hallway there was a small door that led out into the backyard. Eddie wrenched it open and all four of you stumbled out of the house and into the snow.

The cold air hit you, hitched your breath in your throat and you froze for a second, but then when you glanced up the red and blue flashing lights coming down the road were enough to shake you back to reality.

“C’mon, shitheads, let’s go,” Steve urged Eddie and Robin who were arguing over who was going to hold the bag of weed, all four of you crunching across the yard and down the driveway to Steve’s BMW. “Swear to god, I’m making you walk next time, both of you!” he hollered over the hood of the car as everyone piled in and he wasted no time in cranking the ignition on.

“No, you won’t,” Robin snarked from the backseat, Steve trying to drive as casually as he could as the cop car sped past.

“Wanna bet?” Steve glared at her in the rearview and Eddie elbowed her in the rib.

“No, we don’t,” Eddie said, eyes boring into the side of Robin’s head. “Thank you, Steve,” he elbowed her again and she grumbled under her breath, thank you squeezed somewhere between asshole and I hate parties anyway.

“Great. Merry Christmas,” Steve grouched and you slid a hand over the top of his thigh, trying so hard to keep a straight face at how ridiculous your friends were. At how pretty your boyfriend was, even when he was flustered, but especially when he showed how much cared.

“Babe,” you said quietly, only to Steve as Eddie and Robin bickered in the back.

“Yeah?” he was still irritated, but easing at your touch, your voice.

“You’re a good friend.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, wanted to smile, but he fought it.

“Yeah, well. Those two don’t make it easy,” he grumbled, but it was softer. Halfhearted.

“I do,” you teased, squeezing at his thigh and that got him. Brought back his smirk as he glanced over at you.

“Mmm, you do,” he agreed, hand slipping over your leg, teasing and pinching at your thigh a little.

"Got any mistletoe at home?" you joked lamely and he grinned, that flicker of heat from earlier licking in his chest.

"No, but I've got a den."

"You don't!" you giggled and shoved at him, your cheeks flushed at the thought of it and he laughed.

"Fine. No den, but I definitely have an arm chair," he said, voice lower and warm and it made you press your legs together.

"I've got an arm chair if you need it!" Eddie chimed in from the back and you both yelled.

"No, Eddie!"

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[iloveslllycatss]

What about Miguel and reader having a movie night??

## — “𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒”

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘻 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴.

“we are so stupid. why did we pick a horror movie out of all movies.”

“WE???!?!?! y/n, amor that was all YOU”

you two had been watching horror movies for the last 4 hours, this was his way of making it up to you after he came back from mexico. its not that you were mad at him or anything, just worried. and he felt guilty for leaving you behind, so this is how he makes up for it.

“miguel. i want water but im too lazy to get it.. and even if i WERE to get it, im too scared to go to the kitchen by myself….. can u come with me to get water 😞”

“yeah, babe. of course i can” he smiles, following you into the kitchen. when you two had made it there, you accidentally dropped something on the table, causing another thing to drop onto the floor… scaring you 

“FUCK NO PLZ DONT KILL ME NUN PLZ” you yelled, terrified for ur life until u heard miguel giggle behind you and start to tease you, sneaking his arms around your waist from behind. “dont worry amor, i’ll protect you from the nun” and you decided to tease right back 

“with your ninja skills?”

his jaw DROPPED. you did NOT. just say that. his karate moves were NOT ninja skills, he wasnt actually offended, but he let his fake offended face show up. causing you to giggle 

…

after you two had got back into the living room, you cuddling right back up to your lover, he smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. all was great until… a jumpscare popped up……….. you JUMPED. 

“awe migUEL FUCKING HELL HOLY SHIT”

miguel loved the way you hid your face in his chest when jumpscares came up, he loved the way you’d pout after it happened, complaining about the directors adding them in. he loved how you’d cling to him to the rest of the movie with him continuously telling you he’d protect you from all the monsters, giving u a wee bit of reassurance….

“amor dont worry, your very strong and handsome boyfriend will protect you from those monsters”

“miguel u kinda look like that one”

“bye.”

after the movie ended, you were scared shitless. you couldnt evej go to the DAMN BATHROOM without asking miguel to stand infront of the door and talk to u while you were pissing so you can assure he didnt leave you by urself. then after you got out, you’d look to him and ask

“one more?”

he groaned

“no more horror movies, y/n”

and your reply?

“youre a pussy, miguel”

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

[whateveryouiguess]

in the wee, small hours of the morning.

Miguel O’ Hara x Fem Reader

Summary: Miguel invites his girl to his early morning run. you can guess how that worked out for him.

Warnings: none! fluffy and fun, im not fluent in spanish but i’m getting there, native speakers u r 100% invited to critique me !! lmk what u think :)

if the sun wasn’t up, then neither was she.

few things got in between the girl and her beauty sleep. the grinding cacophony of the blender as miguel made his pre workout smoothie wasn’t enough to shake her from her sleep, but the absence of his warmth beside her in bed did cause her to stir. wiping the sleep from her eyes, her blurry vision took in the looming shadow of his broad shoulders, casted by the lamp on the nightstand beside her. the sight of his muscular back was enough to keep her awake as she sat up in bed, watching him get changed into his favorite dry fit high neck shirt.

“were you gonna say good morning?” his still raspy voice cut the cozy silence between them. “or just sit and stare at me, like a pervert?” he turns to face her with a half smile as he pulls his sweatpants on, hands on his hips.

she smiles and leans forward in the bed. “i was waiting for you to finish, actually. i didn’t wanna interrupt.”

“is that so?” he quirks an eyebrow, making his way towards the bed. she stretches her arms out and wraps them around his trim waist as he leans in for a kiss.

“mhmm.” she pulls him against her and hugs around his middle as he places kisses on her hairline. “you get dressed in a very particular way, it’s a process that can’t be disturbed. an art, some might even say.”

“who?” he laughs gently and sits beside her in the bed, pulling on his compression socks. he wraps a heavy arm around her waist and she lets her hands fall on the shoulders she’d just been admiring. his head seeks the crook of her neck like his brain is on cruise control and his lips freckle all their favorite spots, her fingers carding through his hair. “come with me.” he suggests before stamping a kiss below her ear, pulling away when she snorts out a laugh.

“you’re kidding.” a kiss on her cheek, the corner of her lips.

“nope.” he chimes.

“where, on your five am run?” she brushes a loose curl behind his ear, cocking an eyebrow with a smile. “now, you and i both know that would not end well.” he rolls his eyes and kisses her again, sitting up.

“well, you said you wanted to work out more! i was just putting it out there.” he gestures with a dramatic hand as he defends himself. she can’t help but laugh in response, to the chagrin of a very unamused miguel.

“yes, i do,” she kisses him back, only teasing him a little bit. “but inducing cardiac arrest at the asscrack of dawn isn’t exactly my idea of working out.” he wants to tuck his tail and pretend to be upset, but he can’t help but snicker at her dramatics. accepting defeat, he returns to the task of kissing, moving his arm from her waist to hold her hand and kiss down her arm.

“dios mío, querida.” he laughs out, warm breath trailing down the skin of her bicep, tickling the crook of her elbow. “cómo se dice hoity-toity?”

“oh, shut up!” she barks out a laugh and tickles at his armpit, coaxing him off of her. she gives him a gentle push as he stands. “you little shit.”

he returns the shove with a very gentle push against her shoulder, to which she dramatically flops over in the bed, folding herself in half at the waist and remaining still, poking out her tongue to seal the deal. with another dramatic eye-roll, he leans down to brush the strewn about hairs out of her eyes and kiss her on the cheek. she doesn’t kiss back, fully committed to the bit. “be back soon.” he slips his tennis shoes on and slides his cellphone into the pocket of his nike sweatpants, being sure to throw a blanket over the very dramatic, very awake, angel in his bed. “i’ll be sure to have LOTS of fun without you!” she snorts at that but stays still, only humming in reply. he stops himself at the door to watch her readjust her position, curling the bedsheets up over her neck and smelling them unashamedly, smiling at the scent of him.

maybe she didn’t wanna run with him today, but she would certainly be running circles in his mind as soon as he walked out the door.

.

i liked writing this one 🤭

[valleyross]

Author's notes: For @rhetoricalsoapbox for the Smile for Me Secret Santa 2023, it took me awhile to finish this as much as possible after my life been catching up.

I hope that the Russian accent is done justice here and thank you @sfmsecretsanta

"First Christmas with you." (College student! Boris Habit x Genderneutral Reader.)

Summary: You finally visit your boyfriend, Boris Habit in the holiday season after getting busy with other responsibilities in life.

Words: 1,500

Content warning: Abuse coming from family relatives(mentioned)

You knocked on the door of the house that belonged to your boyfriend. Assuming that since it's Christmas, he possibly has the most free time after all, being in college must have taken a lot of energy.

It doesn't take a while for him to open the door to reveal the restless giant green man with the hair silhouette for tree leaves.

“Ouh!! Ets… Ets uuuu!!” Without a moment, Boris pulled you into a tight hug before smashing your lips into his, it's been weeks since you haven't seen him during this break.

“Leet's com insid-e! I know u were com!” Dr. Habit smiles very wide as much as possible whenever it comes to you, despite it being Christmas currently, he doesn't seem to over-decorate it either.

Over the observations, there are his finished paintings hanging over the walls that are intentionally for the secret project he rambles on multiple occasions with you.

Dentistry isn't his choice, as if his parents can let him breathe for once. It doesn't make it any better that he's nowhere easy to comprehend his human needs.

Coupled with unfinished paper pieces over the ground, an incomplete living paper has the head shape of a pentagon.

“Remember zecret project em doing?” Boris asked playfully as the rest of the papers were scattered around the corners of the room, the paperwork in front of the couch, and the materials placed on the coffee table.

“There zhe esss!” Boris introduced the unfinished project enthusiastically in front of you.

“Ah! Incredible ” You were amazed at his extraordinary skills so far after the progress that's being made.

“Esnt Carla beautefull?" Boris fidgeted his fingers through the paper pieces he made that were intact with the rest of the body.

“Yes, she is!” You caressed the top of her head while observing the texture and Boris himself as there's ongoing worry building up in your stomach.

“Steel been vorkeeng on zhe rest uf zhem! “ Boris rambles at the speed of light, while you're catching up with it.

“Zhey buh-ries frooom atteeeen-dants, to! Zher lik my beeebies!!” He's at the high stakes of energy that he's going to implode at any moment.

“Does this mean that I also raise them?” You raised your eyebrow curiously, considering that it feels like this is how both of you start a family earlier 

“Of course, wee can do et togedzher!” Boris chuckles faintly, as a result, he's getting more restless as this conversation goes by.

Meanwhile, It shriveled you up at the condition of his place where you noticed that he didn't look content. Under those circumstances, in this case, this looks recent with the way his plans have gotten in this state. 

You turn around to notice the fragments of his broken cup over the floor, before scanning at the rest, additionally, you can also see the many plates at the sink.

Although it may be true that other responsibilities exist in life, besides needing to get a part-time job just to pay enough money for survival.

“Es dhere somedheng I said wrong?” Boris asked concerningly after the long silence. 

“Are you okay?” You're fidgeting your fingers, noticing the tense eyes of your boyfriend who has been looking for every single thing he needs.

“Uh yes, Em owkay!” Boris replied shakily, something restraining him from responding properly.

“Boris, You trust me right?” You are reaching into his cheeks to caress them, your breath getting heavier at every moment you take.

Boris was shocked for a second, before looking down, just trying to come up with anything.

“Why didn't you say how bad it was?” You were noticing how severe his state is becoming.

He froze in place, his eyes widened from how he was able to make sense of this situation.

On the contrary, this is something he isn't always used to…  Not even a one bit when he started dating you from the hassles back in college to this.

Boris wanted to make this work for once, he already failed at anything else and he's not going to screw this one either.

“Doont knov eef u are fene seeng me leke dis.” There have been overlapping thoughts through his mind, he wonders what you are going to feel about it.

“Does eveeerydhing matter anymore if em a boorden to you?” The tears are forming in his eyes, he's having a difficult time with his thought process on how to unfold them.

“Boris, no!” You leaned close to him before his body crumbled down right in front of you.

“Even if em a faeluuure? Everytheeng I do is uuuseless!” Boris started hyperventilating, furthermore, the emotional strain that's been haunting him everywhere he goes, every time he's almost as fine as he claims himself to be.

“I-I'll neeevor beee able to make theem happy! Everything I do is just a waste of teeme! They're not happy!” He brought the dead flower from his lab coat, hugging it with his palms towards his cheek.

“I don't theenk I'll do same to uuuhhh…” Boris sinks to his knees, a couple of thoughts are coming through his mind at the speed of light, the heaviness of the trauma, and the fact that he felt that he wouldn't be able to find solace in anything.

“Boris, Listen to me.” You circulate his shoulders to ease him down for a bit.

“You still matter...” Your eyebrows furrowed with your fingers intertwined into his.

“H-Hooow cooomes? It's noot leeke I chose dhis…”

“Everything about you is admirable, nothing can change that.” You are caressing his auburn hair curls that are wrapping around your fingers although he hasn't taken a shower, you don't care about it at all.

“Whatever your parents say doesn't define you. Boris!” Your eyes began soaking further, before planting a kiss over his forehead.

Boris suddenly hugs you tighter, not to the point of suffocation, in addition to this… He never gets to feel something new whenever it comes to vulnerability.

“There there, love.” You continue caressing his hair, holding him close that you both aren't going to let go for a long period.

“Pleease doon't leeave mee…” Your lover sniffles, he knows that you are all he has, 

“Shhh, I'll stay here as long as you want…” It's been about an hour and a half together with the comfort that's being wrapped between you and Boris, Only the beautiful ambiance and the sweet melody you whisper as he listens.

You shifted your focus into your boyfriend's eyes as he's finally relaxed after the intense breakdown, Boris was almost embarrassed to show all of it but you didn't mind it in the slightest.

“Do you want hot cocoa with me?” You raised your head with curiosity before Boris formed a smile.

He agreed that hot cocoa causes him to feel warm inside whenever it comes to the sensation. It's an opportunity for both of you for longing intimacy.

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You were lying down on Boris’ chest while resting on the couch together, he was almost going to fall asleep from the amount of bliss he felt just being with you.

It's been intimate time between them, just drinking hot cocoa together.

“Lof?” Boris caressed the hair of his lover,

“Yes?” You glance at him curiously.

Boris sighed before opening his mouth.

“It's that when it's between us.” He gives a genuine smile, keeping that contact steady.

“Someedhing fulfeelled mee more dhan before.”

“Oh…” You shudder swiftly 

“Soory, am foorward with zheese?”

“Nope.” You shake your head. “Well, I suppose that this special day must been this nostalgic for you.

“True enoough,  et's something I've been lackeng in a wheele.” Boris takes a sip from his hot cocoa. 

“I vanna espreess eveerytheng hov muuuch you bloomed my garden from the moment I saw you.” He leaned closer to you.

“Oh, Boris…” You were taken back by how passionate he gets, no matter how much he pulls this, it's always endearing to see him worship you.

“Ur only peerson vho has faeth en me, I make sure to neeever leet you down”

“There's been seeds being planted on how bright your future would become.” You grinned up at him. 

“You mean so much to me, I'll never leave you alone… Boris Habit.” You hold him closer before nuzzling up to him.

Boris almost tears up from hearing almost every single thing you say as both of you are spending the night that makes his Christmas bring him joy. He's grateful for meeting you from the college, over time he grew to show something that Boris hasn't done to others.

He's formerly someone familiar with the certain emotions that pent him up but also reveals the majority of the ‘ugliest’ side that he's not comfortable with at first.

He's happy to love someone that will cherish him for who he is, rather than being dictated to by his parents to prevent him from making any change in his life cycle, new flowers growing in the fields.

[lightyaoigami]

reduce, reuse, recycle • rated M

death note kinktober day 15: bondage • read here or on ao3 • part of down bad

"Wait."

Light rolled his eyes. L was hovering over him, knees pressing into the twin XL bed that came standard in all on-campus housing.

"For what?" Light demanded. "It's two in the morning. I didn't answer your u up? text to come here and lie on the same piece of shit prison mattress that I have in my own room."

L clambered off of him, mind elsewhere and pupils dilated, and scurried to his desk. Light narrowed his eyes as he heard what he surmised to be L emptying the minifridge that sat next to his workstation.

"So?" Light barked. "I'm getting very tired, L. If we aren't actively copulating in the next ten minutes, I'm going to sleep."

"A-ha!" L's voice carried through the wall as his footsteps drew closer.

"Shut your eyes," he said, leaning his shoulder on the door frame. Light's patience was wearing thin – he'd had an 8:00am lab, which necessitated waking up at 6:00am to run. His brain was starting to shut down; but, at the sound of L's voice, gravely in the wee hours, his body rebelled against sleep. He shut his eyes.

L's fingers closed around Light's wrist, bringing it up over his head. He resisted the urge to peek when he felt something constructing him, fastening his hand limply to the bedpost.

"Okay," L said. "You can look now."

Light opened his eyes slowly. Around his wrist was a six-pack yoke.

L’s eyes were practically glowing. In his hand rested a can of Mountain Dew.

“What the fuck,” Light said.

“Mm,” L replied, setting the can on his nightstand. “You’re like a helpless leatherback turtle. These yokes are very dangerous for them, you know. That’s why you’re supposed to cut them up before disposing of them.”

Light looked at him with a level of incredulity he did not know he possessed.

“A turtle,” he repeated.

“Exactly,” L said. “And I am a beneficent environmentalist.” He sat down on the bed next to Light’s head and began to stroke his nose with the tip of his finger. Light wondered if L had somehow snorted approximately 100 bags of ketamine while he wasn’t looking.

“You poor thing,” L continued. “Trapped here by the actions of a thoughtless, callous capitalist society. It’s very lucky that I was here.”

He leaned down next to Light’s ear. “Stay very still. I am going to help you.”

Something was happening to Light. He was, possibly, having some kind of neurological event. That was the only explanation for the fact that he was, somehow, undeniably aroused in spite of, or potentially as a direct result of, this perplexing pelagic scenario. He decided to unpack this at a later date, when his blood supply was swirling around his brain where it belonged, and not rushing willy-nilly to other, baser parts of him. He bit hard on the inside of his cheek. It was critical, he felt, to maintain the impression that he was not at all sexually interested in L’s fantasy of saving endangered sea creatures; so he lay silently and let his eyes flutter closed while L continued to stroke his nose.

After a moment of pleasant silence, there was a sound next to Light’s ear. In his after-midnight stupor, he thought he might have truly transformed into a turtle, and the sound in his ear was rushing waves as he was magnanimously rescued and returned to the warm, safe waters of the South Pacific. He opened one eye, lazily, to see L shaking the can of Mountain Dew very close to him – too close, even. L had a malevolent glint in his eye as his nose-stroking hand moved towards the tab in slow motion.

“Don’t –”

It was too late. A forceful gush of soda drenched them both as L popped the can open.

“You like that, don’t you,” L said.

“Nope. No. I’m not. Ugh.”

“Shhhhh,” L said. “Turtles belong in the ocean.” 

[giiants]

so i am a wee bit of a joke and fell into a really weird pit of real-life and tumblr stuff and vanished off the face of the earth again and did that thing where i felt too guilty to even reply to people's messages so, yeah. i'm really sorry to everyone who has been very kindly sending messages to enquire as to how i was doing, please know that even if i did not reply, they have been very much appreciated, and i'll be gently dipping my toes back into discord and all the things! i've done that thing where i got overwhelmed by all the things (real life, a new interest, nonsensical guilt of not being here escalating into social anxiety, thanks brain) and did not handle the overwhelm adequately 8)

but recently i found out one of my phd colleagues was HUGE into haikyuu so we started rewatching the series together and fanboying over the boys together, and i think it's helping rekindle the flame of writing, so... if you're still around and not tired of my shenanigans yet, here's attempt 3 at getting back into writing for this rpc!

i think i'll make some changes by 1. reducing the muse list drastically to start with, focus on a handful of muses, and re-expand it if i can handle that already, and 2. rejig some backstories for some much-needed fresh start vibe (i think part of my difficulty writing was that after doing so much on pridewon, there's only so much you can expand on in a slice of life setting, u know, i didn't know how to not be repetitive aymore).

i need to go back to marking essays now but you're still here and decide to still follow despite my nonsense, here's a smooch for you on the fore of your head <3

[chuplayswithfire]

I was saying how I saw ur reply to those tweets abt Izzy’s racism and I was wondering if his implicit biases are a result of implicit biases in the writers rather than in his character or if it would be both if u were to look at it from an auteur theory perspective? bc if they said his racism wasnt deliberate but it still clearly exists I feel like that’s on the writers unless I’m like. Completely misunderstanding what was said, I hope that makes sense!

essentially i think it's much more likely that it was intended by the writers than not, just because if multiple fans watching can independently clock that it's WEIRD that izzy chooses black pete over ivan or fang, and that he makes roach, frenchie, and oluwande do that hard labor over anyone else, like say, wee john, then someone on set would have noticed. and i don't have proof, but i would hope this crew who seemed pretty comfortable pointing things out and adding flair to the show, would say something if they noticed it.

so i think it's likely that it's intentional.

but izzy is written to be a man so out of touch with his own emotions that he can't recognize that he's in love and can't recognize that he's acting out a childish sense of possession. so i fully believe that izzy would be written as a man who is implicitly biased and yet isn't deliberately being racist, because that's most people. there are very few people who would say they're being deliberately racist. i don't think the crew is writing izzy to be deliberately racist. i think they're working with izzy to show him as implicitly biased and the ways it comes out in his actions but that he'd never see as intentional.

the question the crew was asked i was if izzy is intentionally/deliberately being racist, and i don't think he is. i think izzy is racist in the same way every white person in the 1700s would be. in the same way that stede himself is.

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Heartstopper S2

Alright, I have gathered my psychological strength, onto season 2!!

Charlie and Nick's little "hi"s are very sweet to me, they just always seem so happy to see each other

"Kissing at school is a terrible idea," said Nick, both accurate, and in direct contradiction to his actions in the hallway on sports day not so long ago

I understand that Nick is not happy with his rugby friends but it does put him in a rough position to be isolating himself from his long-time companions at a time when he's dealing with a lot of change

What up with Mr. Farouk, why did he yell "QUIET" at the top of his voice like anyone had really been saying anything audibly:

"No chatting, no phones, no annoying questions." Genuinely what is the point of a study hall like this!! Talking to people can help you revise!! The internet can help you revise! Why have desk partners or a study time at all if you're going to be so incredibly restrictive about what resources they use. Mr. Farouk we've just met but you seem like your pedagogy needs some work

The way neither Nick nor Charlie have any respect for authority LMAO. Both texting in class immediately after the teacher starts talking

"I want to rejoin the rugby team." The valiant return of Rugby Romance!!! It is very funny how Charlie's motivation for rugby is 1) Nick and 2) Sport, in that order

"But maybe being weird is how he expresses his romantic feelings." LMAO true

The panic in Tao's eyes upon his romantically-charged friendship touching his hair. A visual demonstration of 🚨WEE OO WEE OO WHAT'S GOING ON 🚨

"How did you know this is my favourite chocolate bar?" HAHAHAHAHA, Heartstopper joining the likes of every Thai show I've ever watched when it comes to sponsor integration. Perfect. Product placement is allowed if it amuses me:

"If we're out by the time we're on the Paris trip, we can kiss on the Eiffel tower." Nick is sooooo romantic. Also it's windy up there

Baffling to me that all these teens are allowed to have a sleepover, not only because of it a being mixed-gender event, but also because half of them are DATING EACH OTHER

Sidenote: I love that Nick does have a support system in these friends

Side sidenote: Whichever tumblr coder took away my indented bullet list ability. Meet me in the Denny's parking lot

Elle and Tao's almost kiss in the garden 🌻💛 This friend group IS incapable of platonic activities

Tao every time Nick says anything: U shut ur mouth, Rugby Boy

"You didn't like me because you're gay." "Well, I... I'm bisexual actually." YEAHHHHHHHHH Nick also fjfhfjhfjk Imogen

It makes me happy how warm and yellow the colouring of this ep is

"Nick is banned from sleepovers from now on." Hater energy, but fair hahahahaha this is what I expected

Quite honestly I am unable to see Tori as any age but 30 LOL. smth about her reminds me of Catherine Tate's Comic Relief skits:

"I can protect him," said Charlie, like he can run faster than homophobia. (I'm with you on the concern, Tori)

Is each season going to have a colour theme? Because this ep looks quite yellow too, where a lot of the last season was blue

Charlie abandoning his schoolwork stresses me out LOL BOY

Rough for Imogen to be dating Ben, he sucks

"It's not my fault he liked me before you." "I hate you because you literally assaulted him." Good for Nick for calling it what it is

"Sorry, am I not allowed to like girls as well as boys?" Ben said, bisexuality is not only for the sound of mind

Nick softlaunching his relationship with a picture of his dog and boyfriend:

Really bold of Elle to declare the art school friends as new friends for life after one (1) day of interaction but more power to her I guess. I love that she is making more friends, and specifically trans and non-binary friends because it really does change your life to meet people with shared identities 😭❤️

Fjkfkfjhf Tao representing my diasporic experience and replying in English while being spoken to in your mother tongue

"He's done some really bad stuff." "What? What'd he do?" "I can't tell you." I feel like you COULD say he assaulted someone without saying who but I respect Nick not wanting to even come close to outing someone

"I don't actually have that many friends." Colour me crazy, Imogen, but I kinda think that's cause you're never at your own school

This GCSE scene with Nick is exactly why I need psychological strength for this show, it's a visual representation of a panic attack

HAHAHAHHAHA the juxtaposition between Tao's mum, who loves Elle and wants her to live in their house, vs. Elle's mum, who refers to Tao as "that boy of yours"

"I just... I just wanted to meet the guy that, you know, turned my little brother gay." Get fucked David, and get out

David said: I am homophobic AND biphobic. I can do both

You know, I'll give my brother this credit, when he found a little gay picture of me he just handed it back and minded his business

Me @ Charlie's mum: Strict parents raise sneaky kids

"Charlie, this is not your fault," said Nick, even though Charlie would take fault for breathing if he could

Tao also representing the diasporic experience of being handed cut up fruit when you're sad

The Elle and Tao pic being Tao's phone background gjkkgjhgjhg

"Honestly, Elle could do better. And she probably doesn't even like me back, and this is probably going to destroy our friendship, it's going to destroy our friendship group, and it's going to leave me devastated for years to come. So, this is probably a really selfish and stupid thing to do, but I'm going to tell her. Help me." Wow, I did not anticipate this level of emotional honesty from Tao. Good for him!

"We're sorry about what happened at the cinema. We should've spoken up." Awwww Rugby Boys Redemption

"I know you and Charlie are really good mates." The immediate cutaway to them kissing is the funniest thing this show has ever done

Ah, well it was only a matter of time before one of the teachers so their many, many school kisses. I hope Coach Singh is cool about it

"Lots of lesbians in women's rugby. That's how I met my wife." YEAHHHHH Coach Singh! Sometimes stereotypes DO comfort me

I loooooove that Nick has a teacher on his side now. Good for him!!

"It's fine. It's done." CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE why will you take responsibility for everything all the time except the one thing you need to take responsibility for, which is your history essay

Charlie submitting essential coursework five minutes before it's due. Honestly relatable

"You're going to be so annoyed with me after [Paris.] " "Awww, but I love you because of how annoying you are." This is my love language

Wow, Tao, this new haircut and confidence is working for you:

As a sidenote: Cutting your hair when you believe someone else likes you is a bold move. Hair can change a lot kjghgjhgkjh

The way their friends rush them after they agree to go out!!! I love this friend group

Awww, it's fun that Isaac has a newfound relationship in James, even though I am like, 90% sure he's going to be uninterested in romance as a whole

"Look after him, or you die." Tori's Pre-Party Shovel Talk

"Just think of us being out as a couple in Paris." 1) Do you think your teachers will still let you be roommates if they know you're dating and 2) Not terribly convincing when Nick looks like he's gonna be sick

Nick is truly popular against his own will LOL

"You're the one who said we'd always put our friendship first. You promised." "Well, I guess romance does ruin friendship." I do think Elle has been pretty unkind here. I know Tao is acting out-of-character, but he's doing it to impress Elle, and she's responded by inviting her friends, who Tao doesn't know, to the latter half of their date

"Nick doesn't want to talk to you, Harry, piss off." Very assertive of Charlie, good for him

Even though they're in England, it'd honestly never occurred to me that they'd be leaving for Paris on a bus

Counting Isaac and James, there's a lot of Romantic Situations on this Bus:

"What the hell was that?" said Tao, about Nick speaking French, like he doesn't know Cantonese

Skjhkjdhdjh Tao and Isaac immediately preventing Nick and Charlie from sharing a bed

SOMETHING is going to happen between Mr. Farouk and Mr. Ajayi, and while it'd be fun if it was something gay, I think it's going to be homophobic, bc this show just isn't THAT fun

HAHAHAHA Tao just slamming down the apple juice on Elle's table and running away

"I need a drink. An alcoholic drink." "We probably shouldn't drink alcohol." "I need a croissant then." WILL IT be gay? Please sirs

Isaac should also probably take the 'am I gay' internet quiz

"My dad's French." "Since when?" "Since.... his birth?" Nicolas Nelson u are so funny and cute

Does Charlie have a bit of disordered eating? We've seen him beg off having food a few times

HAHAHA the way Elle is like, "I don't want a man who takes me to movies I like, I want someone who jump scares me in museums!"

"It's like all he cares about is having a girlfriend." Probably true, Imogen

Yikes for Charlie @ having to sit next to Ben. Also. Imogen HAS to see what the hell is up here, there's been SO MANY loaded glances

Update from like 1 minute later: Seen, spilled, and SPLIT UP:

"There's no need to call her a bitch," said Harry, suggesting he's okay with homophobic slurs but draws the line at derogatory language towards women

"Everything would be so much easier if I was into girls." Is that true, Imogen?

"You care about your friends so... loudly." A very good way to describe Tao

Tao after Nick compliments him a bunch: I have to leave immediately

Nick said: In the spirit of France, I've decided to try necking

HAHAHAHHAAH the "Oh fu—" cut off on Charlie learning he has a hickey

This is one situation in which it would be better for Charlie NOT to be out because the list of people who could've given him a hickey goes: Nick, Tao, Isaac or James, so I really don't see this being the best situation for anyone

"Charlie didn't give me a chance to figure myself out, and then you came along, and you stole him from me." 1) Can't steal a person 2) You assaulted him, Ben and 3) Figuring yourself out does not equal treating people like shit! See: Nick

"Hey Nick. Is that hickey from you then?" "What if it was? Are you jealous?" YEAHHHHH NICK

"Did Harry just stick up for us?" "I think he did." All Harry required was one (1) empathy lesson from Isaac to develop a conscience

Ohhhhh Tao's comment about accidentally outing Nick from last season makes a lot more sense in the context of him being overheard about Charlie

Little Charlie and Tao are soooo cute omg

Awwwww Charlie making a Charlie and Tao love lock for the bridge ❤️ Sweet boy

"People might think you gave me this hickey if you keep this up." It would be EXTREMELY funny if people assumed that Charlie had somehow gathered a gay boys' school polycule

Is the Louvre background greenscreened kjghkjghg I can't tell

"You don't have to understand your feelings completely to know you like something." Hahahaha Nick being the subtle matchmaker of Elle and Tao this season is something I couldn't have predicted, but I adore

I am growing more and more sure all of the painting scenes are greenscreened haha. I guess renting out the Louvre was out of the budget, very fair

Tao and Elle, while their best friend Charlie is passed out on the floor of the Louvre:

"I don't do poses." "Yes, you do. Go on." I think Mr. Farouk and Mr. Ajayi should develop a little flirtationship. As a treat

"Charlie, I've noticed you, uh, don't really eat a lot. Generally." Me too, Nick

NOT CHARLIE TRYING TO APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING DISORDERED EATING. AIEEEEEEEEEEE

"Sometimes it feels like the only thing I can control in my life." God. godddd. Not to reveal too much of myself, but this is the only fucking time I've ever seen someone in a show with a similar relationship to food as me. Not out of body image issues, or out of personal neglect, but as like. A bad relationship with food and anxiety

"Do you like that fact that I speak French?" Heehee

HAHAHAHAHA Charlie and Nick pointlessly running away from their field trip even though I'm sure Nick would be ALLOWED to meet up with his own dad. Very rebellious

Well, Stéphane, Nick's Deadbeat Dad, made a brief but impactful appearance

"If you're thinking about giving me another hickey..." [High-pitched, lying] "I wasn't thinking about that."

Another stressful moment caused by Nick and Charlie's Irrepressible PDA HAHAH:

"When you don't figure out you're gay until your late 20s, you tend to miss out on those." IT WAS THAT FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND IT WAS SOMETHING GAY!!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MR. FAROUK ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I love that every named teacher in this school is gay. 10/10. I want to give the writers a leetle kees on the lips

"You flirting with me?" "Maybe." Mr. Ajayi!!! 👀❤️

I've not really talked about the Tara and Darcy subplot of Darcy being unable to say that she loves Tara or that her parents clearly don't know she's dating her but I am curious where it's leading

Isaac's No. 1 love is books, and I do love that for him

"To be honest, I sort of had a crush on him last year." We return to Charlie representing The Only Out Kid At School Whom All Other People Figuring Out That They're Some Type of Gay May Inevitably Direct Their Feelings

This is officially THE MOST romantically charged field trip I've ever seen in my life. Even Isaac's trying his hand (and his lips):

"I know I've said some homophobic stuff in the past, but I feel like I know better now, and I'll never say anything like that again." Harry. I don't know if this is going to be enough of an apology to get you into the World's Gayest Birthday Party

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO CHARLIE SHUTTING THE DOOR IN HARRY'S FACE. GOOD FOR HIM!!!

"I know who it was. Me. We're dating." Awwwww Nick ❤️

Also, love love love how when everyone's like "U gay?" He consistently clarifies that he's bi

"I'm going to pretend I believe you have food poisoning." I take back everything I said about Mr. Farouk's pedagogy, he's a real one

Also why on EARTH would they not take Darcy to the bathroom to vom and rally first! Unrealistic, blocked. You would not tell a teacher unless she was DYING

Nick and Charlie's very forthright conversation about how they feel about sex. They're very good communicators! 💟

"I love you so much. I know it sounds like I don't mean it, because I'm drunk. But I really do mean it. I love you." Darcy said: The alcohol was communication juice, actually

Don't look at me but Tara kissing Darcy even though she was just sick is very romantic, I said what I said:

I repeat: THE MOST ROMANTICALLY-CHARGED FIELD TRIP EVER, IN THE HISTORY OF FRANCE:

I feel from the separate delayed glances the night together between Mr. Farouk and Mr. Ajayi did not go that well

Also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

TAO'S MUM WANTING TO CELEBRATE WITH THEIR ENTIRE FAMILY THAT HE AND ELLE ARE TOGETHER!!! 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

The shadowy figures as u enter your house. We've all been there, Darcy

"You probably just haven't found the right person yet." Hoo boy

"Like, being in a world where romance and sex are prized above everything else when you don't feel those forms of attraction. Growing up feeling about something about you is different, but you don't have the words to describe what that is." 1) I love that Isaac is finally finding words for his experience and 2) It bugs me a leetle when people phrase this idea without including the word CISHETERONORMATIVE, because trans and queer romance and sex are CERTAINLY not prized above everything else. It's a necessary distinction

Elle's safe place being Charlie and Isaac and Tao 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘 My heart

"I'm glad you realize what you did was wrong, but you don't get to ambush me into forgiving you." Charlie is SO good at finding words!! He could teach a class

"It's a very attractive sport to women," said Stephane, not knowing he was literally the only person at the table who didn't know his son was dating a guy

Nick said: This is a coming out AND a Deadbeat Dadtervention, get rekt Stéphane

"You have not grown up into the man I'd hoped you'd be, David." WOW. Even Stéphane knows you're wrong, David. That's gotta hurt!

Mrs. Spring, probably: Wow, so your boyfriend comes from a broken home!

"It was nice to meet your... boyfriend. I don't really understand these things, but he seems like a very nice young man." "He is." Alright, Stéphane, you get $0.000000001 knocked off your Deadbeat Dad Debt

"Talk about my brother like that again, and I'll end you." GET HIM, TORI

This show loves a happy/sad juxtaposition, so we must pair Nick and Charlie's semi-successful family dinner with Darcy running away from home

"You should invite him tonight." Gay teachers alliance unite!!!

"And he still carries it all with him. Even though it's over. It still causes him a lot of pain. I don't know, do you think that's true?" "Yeah, I do. I think when something really bad happens, it can affect you for a really long time." Two teenage boys' first endeavour in finding words to discuss trauma

I like Elle's dad, he's fun. I really appreciate that none of the main group's parents except Darcy's appear to be mean

"We've missed you mate." "Yeah. I've missed you too." RUGBY BOYS REUNION 💗

I also haven't really talked about Sahar, bisexual prom guitarist with a frenemieship with Imogen, but I do like her a lot as well

The extra in the green dress staring intently at Tao and Elle is killing me. What a scene-stealer

"I want to go to Lambert." "I know." Shut the fuck up, Elle and Tao are sooooo cute:

"I was going to suggest dinner and drinks next time?" NATHAN ❤️ YOUSSEF FOREVER

Omg. Imogen's little musical note animations on Sahar's guitar!! Is her statement about being into girls going to come to fruition!!!

Heartstopper said: There will be NO relationships that do not involve queer or trans people. Not on my watch!!!!!!!

Nick having six of his closest friends over for a prom night chill is extremely relatable. Heartstopper really does touch upon a lot of memories LOL

Darcy's mum not even giving a shit her daughter spent the night in a public park. Boooooooooooo

"I hide who I am when I'm at home." Darcy 😭😭😭😭😭

I hope and feel that Darcy has a home in her friends ❤️I believe they all have a home in each other

"You never told me about... the bullying." Nick said: I'm going to drastically change the tone of this evening, Charlie

Ahhhhh, I knew Charlie's admission was coming based on the season's warning, but oof

Nick about to tell Charlie that he loves him, like we can't sense it with every fibre of his being

(Aside: I do think both Charlie and Nick should probably be seeing a therapist, or at the very least a (safe) school counsellor. They're carrying a lot)

Charlie about to text it as well!! I wish for nothing but a kinder world and brighter days ahead for these boys:

[howthesleeplesswander]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR

Name: Casi

Pronouns: she/her

Preference of communication: Tumblr IMs are great for chatting and plotting! 😊 If we're mutuals you can always feel free to message me!

Name of most active muse(s): Kaeya, Childe, and Xiao are all pretty equal as far as their capacity to drive me bananas at any given time 8'D I love them all but jfc if they aren't all bouncing off the dang walls almost constantly

Experience/how long (months/years?): OH GOSH don't mind me while I give away my age here adfjsd I first started RPing in middle school, so that'd make it...siNCE LIKE 2007?? CHEESY PIZZAS I'VE BEEN RPING FOR LIKE 16 YEARS

Platforms you've used: Waaay back when I started (old man vc: baCK IN MY DAY--) we did it old school: IN NOTEBOOKS WITH PEN AND PAPER if you can believe that lol. Then it moved to Skype, then Tumblr, and now I primarily use Tumblr and Discord!

Best experience: The best experience of my time in the RP community (and of my entire life u//w//u) will forever be meeting my beautiful, wonderful, amazingly talented girlfriend through Tumblr RP ;w;/ 💕💕💖

RP pet peeves/dealbreakers: Definitely force-shipping. I've had some unpleasant experiences in the past with people trying to pressure/guilt me into shipping our muses when my muses were not at all interested in the ship and it was very not fun 8')

Fluff, angst, or smut: 👀👀👀👌All of the above, please and thank you. Although I'll only write smut with people I've very familiar and comfortable with, and not on a public platform like Tumblr.

Plots or memes: I love both, tbh! I love plotting out threads and dynamics and getting real deep into hashing things out with other muns! But at the same time, sometimes the spontaneity of memes can trigger some of the funnest interactions!

Long or short replies: Something anyone who writes with me will learn very quickly: I tend to write lengthy replies. XD;;; I'm happy to trim myself down if my partners prefer to keep things short, and I certainly never expect anyone to match my length! My brain is just very long-winded by default haha.

Best time to write: The later at night the better! Evenings and into the wee hours of the morning are when I'm at my most creative, unfortunately for my thoroughly-trashed sleep schedule. 😂 Most often I'm working on my replies between the hours of like, 9PM - 2AM.

Are you like your muse(s)?: (sweats nervously) oH GEEZ I HOPE NOT 8'DDD listen I love all of my Genshin boys to death but part of loving them is recognizing that they're all absolute menaces 😂 ofc they all have positive and redeeming qualities, but MORE OFTEN THAN NOT they are doing nothing but causing problems on purpose and committing atrocities haha.

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[moonrisecoeur]

heyyyyy, bdsm test anon here, that was a pretty fast reply!! your results are actually pretty similar to mine LMAOOO Like first 3 are almost 1 to 1... I think all the Leon fics have been affecting me

== Results from bdsmtest.org == 100% Rigger 100% Sadist 100% Degrader 96% Dominant 91% Owner 79% Master/Mistress 78% Switch 75% Brat tamer 73% Masochist 54% Experimentalist 51% Primal (Hunter) 36% Rope bunny 33% Primal (Prey) 21% Vanilla 20% Brat 18% Slave 17% Pet 16% Submissive 0% Ageplayer 0% Daddy/Mommy 0% Degradee 0% Boy/Girl 0% Non-monogamist 0% Voyeur 0% Exhibitionist

================ ... I think you get it, lol, also our 0%s are almost the same Honestly I was kind of surprised you got 100% on both sadist and degrader (not sure what I expected tho given the leon fics) mostly bc the majority of results I've seen from talking to others have generally been pretty heavily subby, so it's pretty nice to see someone who's also dom-leaning for once (yayyy I'm not alone and deranged!! :>) It's interesting to see dom and sub right next to each other like that, I feel like I'm kinda exploring switchy stuff a bit (*nudge nudge* a certain resident evil someone could probably help with that) but I still don't really like the sub experience too much So I guess we're comrades!? 🫡

i’m good at going back and forth between dominant and submissive headspace so that’s why both seem so high. i do think it should be much lower for the submissive and i am definitely a lot more dom than sub, but i do also think i’m just insecure as a sub!! i’ll get kinda vulnerable here for a second, i am kinda insecure about my looks and my body and so being submissive is hard for me because on one hand, being praised is nice but i’ll literally start crying if they’re nice enough to me (and not smexy crying like full on ugly crying).

also i’m sure you wouldn’t know but i’m a very awkward person, kind of a prude honestly, and i struggle a lot in social situations. i find being dominant to be freeing because i can control every little thing and it gives me the like mental peace i’m looking for. i don’t need to know how to hand social situations with a partner if they’re too fucked out to talk LMAO so it’s easier that way for me!!

submissiveness is something i’m much more comfortable exploring by myself, in the comfort of my own presence. for this reason i don’t talk much about my sub thoughts on any of my blogs. i’ll vaguely mention it sometimes but i’m not comfortable with talking about it detailedly. i try to stick to dom!reader or neutral because vanilla is also amazing!! let’s not forget that not every sexual encounter needs a dom and a sub. sometimes it’s just people :)

also again a lot of my submissiveness comes from the fact that i’m a wee bit masochistic even when and especially when i’m the dom >.<

it’s u and me comrade 🫡 just two switches looking at each other like 👀👀

[pacifymebby]

I want to say publicly and for the record that you are among the best character creators I’ve read, not just in fan fiction but in general. Your sense of detail and communicating subtle feelings and emotions is so honed and powerful. You’re of course very good at smut but much of the reason you are is because your characters connect, they feel, they are vulnerable and flawed and you make them that way with your beautiful, subtle words. Thank you for your art and I’ll always feel lucky to have read your work. It made me look at some things in the world a different way, and I’m grateful to you for that. ❤️

Hey sorry i hadnt replied to this yet btw, its just so kind and lovely of you to say that i may have been a wee bit overwhelmed and speechless haha. Honestly shocked to find i could have had an effect on someones view like that with my writing.

Thank u so much for telling me and also thank u so much for the way u have supported me on here especially when things have been bad, u have always been v kind to me <3 <3

[thetragicallynerdy]

fungi anon crawling out of the soil! sorry it's been so long friend <3 thank u ever so much for the popcorn! it was appreciated and enjoyed! i have for u a little sheep i felted myself <3 are u the type to put random things on ur bookshelves or are you a very Books Only person?

ohhh hey pal!!! i am SO sorry for the late reply, my notes have been a mess lately so i missed it coming in. and never apologize for it being a long time <3

ohhhh i love the little sheep SO much!!! i am petting its fuzzy head and sitting it beside my dollhouse (it will keep Finn from Adventure Time and the kitten with the mended paw company) (also seriously thank u it has been a hard evening and this made me smile a lot)

I am hugely hugely a "put anything and everything on my bookshelves" person XD I love little knickknacks, and my style could be called maximalism a lot more than minimalism. Bookshelves are just a useful way to display things!! I have. Well. A lot of bookshelves, but a few items on them include:

a collection of tiny Breyer horses from my horse kid days (breyers are a brand of collectible horse figurines)

a collection of tiny penguins because I love penguins

some special rocks, including a lovely carved heart rock, and not a rock but a blown glass heart that was a gift from a beloved placement supervisor

an alcohol ink painting of a forest that is one of my favourite art pieces i own

my collection of pocket watches

more breyer horses, of the normal size XD

cow art (one by me, one not by me, they go on the same shelf it is the cow shelf)

I have two rad bookends that are heavy metal unicorn heads (are we sensing a theme here pals?)

A large dollhouse my dad made me when I was wee

a skull dice holder that is mainly used as a place my hamster likes to hang out

some live plants

there are also books I guess

And some other things! I am too lazy to get up and look right now tho XD

Do you also have fun things on your bookshelves? (Books also count as fun things)

Also I am handing u a chocolate chip banana muffin I made yesterday, I hope you like banana and chocolate chip (and if u don't I have a blueberry one u can have instead :3)

Thanks for the ask friend, it was so good to hear from you <3

[ghostiewriter]

hey i saw u give a rec for that anon I was wondering if I could get one as well asap.

so tmr is my cousins bday and I'm trying to get her into reading shes read a few of my books like it ends with us and the sequel but the thing is she wont read too long books or books that take too long to be interesting. i need smth that'll hook her up from the very start, also its gotta be romance - she gagged when I offered her a fantasy or thriller book.

im gonna make my trip to chapters tmr, hoping u could reply soon!!

BESTIE THATS SO STRESSFUL

idk what your cousin would like but here’s a wee notion board with some trashy romance books I’ve read (it’s kinda out of date) and here’s my Goodreads account in case you don’t find anything there but GOD IM STRESSED FOR YOU I HOPE YOU FIND SOMETHING

[doloridis]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

name: megan

pronouns: she/they

preference of communication: carrier pigeon. no i kid, i'm generally far more reliable on discord than i am on im's, and that's mainly bc i have too many blogs and i don't log into each of them every single day so if u message me on one blog i might not see it for another week and then i feel very very very guilty so. discord is best w me :)

most active muse: active is a questionable word here ... i typically operate all of my blogs on a "if i have muse for them, i'm on them" basis as well as a "if there's a plot/dynamic potential with this muse, i log on to them" basis, which means that my level of activity can really spike or drop depending on my mood. BUT. as of late shiv and callie have been who i find myself logging into most, and like, interacting with their dashes

experience / how many years: in the indie tumblr rpc since march 2016, but i was in rp groups from like 2013 onwards. i was also in fb rp groups at entirely too young an age, probably circa 2010? i shudder to think about it

best experience: TBH it's gotta be when i had my wee time traveller oc tim (she's over @ prewette, shameless self promotion) because she was one of the very first ocs i'd ever, like, properly fleshed out and written on tumblr, and she was SO well received? everybody loved on her and there was genuine interest and appreciation for her as a character, and it warmed my heart so much, and made me so excited to actually be in the rpc and be writing.

rp pet peeve: like rika said, when people write accents that they don't know in replies – i always think it's bad enough when you are familiar with it in the first place, but when you don't, it just makes me cringe. people who take themselves entirely too seriously and seem to be allergic to fun. the lack of media literacy or critical thinking skills that seems to infest certain fandoms and spaces on here, especially where it involves complex and morally grey female characters ...

plots or memes: i adore plotting and i think it helps me find motivation for replying to threads when there's been some kind of dynamic or timeline or idea developed and established. i do like winging it, don't get me wrong, but sometimes i get too in my head and anxious that where/how i see it going is not how my writing partner sees it going, and so i put off replying for such a long time it becomes embarrassing

long or short: i'm here for both! i do adore long threads, but find they can take a lot out of me after the first few replies that i speedily write out of adrenaline and excitement. not to say that i lose any of that, or that i stop loving the thread, bc i absolutely never do, but like i said above, i get in my own head and i worry about length and the ratio of dialogue to prose. i start overanalysing myself and my writing, and then, again, i put off replying for a loooong time (are we all noticing a pattern here?) HOWEVER i also cannot handle like. one-liners. at all. i get bored so easily i'm so sorry you'd imagine with an attention span as short as i have i'd love them but nope. generally, one/two para threads are the ones that i think i'm most likely to be consistent to be with, but no promises as usual

are you like your muses: i have long since said that there's a part of me to be found in every muse that i pick up, and people are gradually beginning to realise that i'm entirely correct in that lmao. typically, it tends to be the underlying current of depression and anxiety, the bottling up all their emotions until it eventually breaks them down in an ugly display that they hate, the feeling that they're just Too Much for the people around them, the whiplash of an intense self loathing versus a serious superiority complex, the desire to seem lax and cool and collected but being the opposite of that, and, on a more surface level, the Gay thing. and the woman-but-??? thing. the sooner u all realise that the characters i write are essentially self-inserts with very heavily specialised au's, the better–

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