#your honour he is my current silly

[orange-twilek-guy]

Today instead of brain my head is occupied by my oc Silvanis Breic so here’s me rambling on about them again LMAO

-He uses They/He pronouns and identifies more with masculine non-binary than a man. On the note of identity, Silvanis is Aromantic.

-They have worked on clone personhood bills for the senate and has worked with Senators Bail, Chuchi and Amidala on them.

-They are a senator for the planet Quarzite (the one where Boba and Ventress worked together for a bounty during the clone wars) ! He is not very well liked there and tries to keep his visits back to his home planet as limited as possible.

-He is based off a warrior cat oc I had in a discord roleplay! The cats name was Sootberry/star. Sootberry lives in my brain rent free as well I loved that guy

-He struggles to make allies in the senate due to the reputation having a civil war back home brings and his difficulty knowing how to interact with others

-He feels an immense guilt at being a senate puppet for the Belugan lord and dislikes most of his work. At the same time he doesn’t know what he is without it. It’s all he’s ever been taught to do.

-Deep down Silvanis is absolutely afraid of crossing Lord Blank and what the consequences might be for it.

-He doesn’t remember a lot about his parents as it has been many, many years since he has seen them.

-Silvanis is small and rather weak however this does not make his unintentional.. and intentional glares and stares any less intimidating.

-He gets sick or faints quite easily as well and it is not uncommon for him to have to visit a doctor or medic due to this. This mostly stems from the difficulty Silvanis finds in both reading his body and finding time to take care of it once he realizes what he needs.

[silvergyus]

best man and maid of honour being absolutely enemies and hating the living shit out of each other

hate sex at the bachelor/bachelorette parties?

"i hate you" - c.bg

pairing: best man!beomgyu x maid of honor!reader

summary: your best friend is marrying the love of her life, but you can't stand her groom's best man, choi beomgyu. his arrival at her bachelorette party sends you into a rage, one that turns into something more heated than just an argument

warnings: hate sex, semi-public sex (bathroom at a club), dubcon (reader and bg are both somewhat intoxicated), pussy job, unprotected sex, pull out method, spanking, mention of hickeys, hair pulling (bg receiving), use of "baby/ princess/ pretty slut" for reader, insults as foreplay?

word count: 2,800+

part one of wedding season

“How original.” Despite being impossibly close already, he pressed closer to you, more in your space. You felt the heat grow between your legs and swore it was the tequila. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel then?”

“I hate you,” you spat through gritted teeth.

“Then why are you humping my leg?”

I need to know where you’re having Soobin’s bachelor party

Your text sat unread alongside several other versions of the same message. God, he was driving you crazy.

It’s true that maybe you were taking your duties as maid of honor a little more seriously than you really needed to. You’d heard the wedding planner mutter that it was almost as if you were the bridezilla. But is it really your fault if the bride was your absolute best friend since childhood and didn’t have a party planning bone in her body? Her big day would be completely perfect in every way, you were going to make damn sure of it- which meant that you couldn’t kill the best man, no matter how much you wanted to.

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You’d never been a big fan of Beomgyu. He was Soobin’s best friend. You adored Soobin- he made your best friend happy and always was kind and considerate of you when you third wheeled- but you couldn’t understand why someone so kind, so patient as Soobin would be best friends with someone like Beomgyu. They were polar opposites. Soobin was quiet; Beomgyu needed to be the life of the party. It was grating. He was too rowdy, too silly, too committed to the bit.

And right now, he was driving you completely crazy with his lack of responses.

You wanted this bachelorette party to be perfect, straight out of a movie. Dinner, drinks, tiny penis straws- a night to remember. Your best friend and her entire bridal party were going to pregame at your apartment before heading to her favorite club. Everyone would buy her drinks and make her feel like a princess until she got too drunk to walk. You’d even pre-ordered the Uber for the end of the night.

You’d planned out outfits and accessories and a perfect itinerary. This Saturday was going to be perfect. Only one thing could put a wrench in your plans, and he was currently leaving you on delivered.

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Several days, many texts and a few voicemails later, Beomgyu finally replied.

Same day. Quit worrying. I have everything planned

Where though? You texted back immediately. But to no avail. He didn’t even open your reply.

“That asshole."

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The bass pumped steadily through the speakers, a thumping you could feel in your chest. The night was going perfectly. Photos were perfectly candid, drinks were flowing steadily, not a hair on your head was out of place. Everyone’s dresses were shiny and slutty and looked damn good. Everything was perfect. Just as you planned. You were practically glowing- or maybe that was just a side effect of the tequila.

You were just about to snap another selfie with the bridal party when you heard a warbled “baby!” from across the bar. Your best friend’s eyes lit up as she turned around to see her fiance rushing towards her. Soobin, larger than life, appeared as a blur, scooping her up in his embrace and plastering drunken kisses across her face.

You froze. Fuck! What is he doing here?

The bride was whisked away by her husband-to-be, leaving you at the bar, mouth hung open in disbelief. Everything was perfect. How could this happen?

The culprit behind your ruined night slid into the seat next to yours. Choi Beomgyu, a nasty smirk on his face, appeared in your sight. Your blood boiled. “How dare you?” you hissed.

His face didn't change as he asked, “how dare I what?”

“How dare you show up here? You knew this was my choice for the bachelorette party.”

“Watch your tone, princess, it was literally not my fault.”

You scoffed, pissed at his tone and the pet name. “How is it not your fault that you’ve brought the guys here to ruin my girls’ night?”

“You know how Soobin gets when he drinks,” Beomgyu reminded you. The part of your brain that wasn’t swimming in tequila recognized that he had a point. You and your best friend had laughed more than once at the sentimental calls she received from a drunken Soobin, in his feelings after a few drinks and missing his girl. The part of your brain that just drank a margarita out of a tiny pink penis straw didn’t care that maybe Beomgyu had a point, that part of your brain was just pissed off.

Your mouth moved faster than the logical part of your brain as you cursed him out. How dare he ruin your night? Why would he do the one thing you asked him not to do? You texted him, so, so, so many times. Though you haven’t drank much, the alcohol mixed easily with the swirling emotions to take your anger from zero to ten quickly, and it wasn’t long before heads began to turn in your direction.

Beomgyu grabbed your wrist to pull you away from the bar, away from the curious eyes. You were reluctantly pulled along towards the shadows near the bathrooms. His grip on your arm only made your anger burn hotter. Who does he think he is?

He pulled you to a stop in the single-stall restroom, his hand finding its way to your waist. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he looked you in the eyes. “You need to calm down.”

"Why the fuck are you here? I told you not to come here. I told you so many times and you fucking showed up anyway!"

He sighed, leaning back as he did. “I told you; Soobin asked and I couldn’t say no.”

The light caught his dark hair at this angle, shining through his bangs and illuminating his features. Was he always this good looking?

Beomgyu noticed your pause. “That’s it then? Got nothing to say now? After that scene out there?”

You felt the anger in your blood pick up again. “Don’t act like I’m the asshole here!” You took a staggering step towards him in the tiny space as you raised your voice. “You could’ve distracted him!”

He took a step back, away from your advancement. He tilted his head, resting it against the dark red wall. Your temper stilled in your chest as your eyes fixated on his Adam's apple, on the sharp angle it possessed, how it jutted out from his pretty throat. What was happening to you? Why were you noticing things about him?

“You keep doing that.” His voice was low when he spoke, its trembling bass sent a shiver down your spine. You swore it was just the alcohol that made you squeeze your thighs together.

“Doing what?” Your voice was barely more than a whisper. You weren’t sure Beomgyu could hear it over the noise of the club, muffled but still noticeable in the small bathroom.

He moved towards you, caging you in, pressing you back against the cool stone of the sink. “Getting distracted.”

Your breath hitched as you took in his features. His brown eyes stared at you with something burning below the surface. His cheeks were flushed red from his own night of drinking. His full lips were parted just so, and were so, so close to yours.

You watched him smirk, laughing at you. The spark of anger flashed in you again. How dare he laugh at you? Put you in this compromising position? Take you away from you girls after ruining your night? “There you go again. Am I that distracting, princess?”

“Shut up.”

“How original.” Despite being impossibly close already, he pressed closer to you, more in your space. You felt the heat grow between your legs and told yourself it was the tequila. “Since it's just the two of us here," he leaned in so his breath fanned against your ear as he spoke. "Why don’t you tell me how you really feel then?”

“I hate you,” you spat through gritted teeth.

“Then why are you humping my leg?” His voice was deep and mischievous as he asked, dark eyes glinting with a look that made both your anger and the heat between your thighs swell.

You looked down in horror as he lifted the front of your dress to reveal a wet spot on his jeans. “Look baby, all wet just for me.” He was goading you, and fuck, it was working.

“Shut up,” you said again, shoving his shoulders hard so he stepped back. You followed, pushing him against the dark wall once more. Your hands found his collar as you spoke. “You never listen to me! You weren’t supposed to be here! You always make everything about you!” You were pissed, letting the alcohol bring up the feelings you’ve politely squashed down for months. You wanted him to know what you thought of him, needed him to know that you couldn’t stand to be around him. That he was the bane of your existence and this night was the icing on the cake.

But this close you could smell the cologne he dabbed on his throat, a warm, spicy scent that made your head spin a different way than the tequila did. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, tilting his head to look at you and it filled your vision. You suddenly felt very hot and a very strong need to bite it, to mark him up.

“Is that everything? Or is there anything else you want to say?” You met his gaze, dark chocolatey, brown eyes rimmed with pretty lashes. Was Beomgyu hot? How had you never noticed him like this before?

His voice interrupted your thoughts. “Because if it is, I’d like to say that you are the most controlling, tight-wound, micro-managing person I’ve ever met. If it’s not your way, then it’s not right.” He grabbed your hands from his collar as he spoke, holding them tightly as he pushed you backwards until your ass met the cool stone of the sink. “Isn’t that so?”

The action threw you off your guard. He was toying with you in a way you didn’t expect. He was always a tease, but this was much more controlling than you’d ever seen him be. “Answer me.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that.”

“Or what?”

He stared at you, eyes burning into yours as you held your face fierce. You had no idea how to answer but you couldn’t back down. Not now, not to him.

The tension broke by way of Beomgyu claiming your lips with his, a swift kiss that shook you out of your competition. His lips were soft, slightly chapped as he nibbled at yours, tongue darting out to ask for entrance. His tongue was in your mouth, filling your head with notes of beer and whisky, a sharp contrast to the sickly sweet tequila that still coated your tongue. Fuck, he tasted good, deep and smoky, it paired so well with his cologne. Your head spun, fuzzy and light. You needed him, needed him now.

His hand groped your breast over the tight material of your dress, squeezing not for your pleasure but for his. His actions were rough, quickly pulling down the thin fabric to paw at your bra. You broke the kiss to gasp when his fingers pulled roughly at your nipple, but Beomgyu didn’t stop. His hands continued to squeeze and pull however they wanted as his teeth nipped at the column of your throat. It was maddening.

You tugged roughly at his hair, drawing a whine as you pulled him away from your neck. Through the haze in your head you could only remember that you couldn’t have any hickeys at the wedding. “Suck here.” You shoved his head roughly onto your chest, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his hot mouth found your nipple.

It was good, so good. Beomgyu made sweet noises against your skin when you pulled his hair, lightly in comparison to the rough tug that brought him to your chest. His mouth was good, but all the attention to your chest left you feeling needy in your core. You pulled his hair again, forcing his pretty lips away from your aching nipple. “Are you gonna fuck me?”

He rolled his eyes, mouth slick with his saliva. “Always so demanding.” He lifted you onto the ledge of the sink, fingers ghosting up your inner thigh. “Does this pussy need something?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“No,” he said, mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Ask me nicely.”

You scoffed. As if.

But he held your gaze, challenging. You looked down to see the tent in his pants, clearly he wanted this too. But he didn’t budge. “Ask me nicely or I’ll leave you here like this.”

“Fuck you.”

He cocked his head. “Is that so?” His movements were quick as he turned you around so you stood, front plastered to the sink ledge. His hands reached beneath your dress to pull down your soaked panties, leaving you exposed, pressed to his back and facing yourself in the mirror. “If you’re not going to ask nicely, then I’m not going to fuck you.” His voice was a low growl in your ear.

A hand held your chest as you felt him unbutton his pants, actions sloppy and uncoordinated with one hand. You bit back a moan as you felt his hot cock press against your ass. He pushed it against your folds, nudging your clit and making you whine.

“Just this until you beg for my cock.” He thrust against you, cock gathering your drooling wetness and gliding, frustratingly smooth against your sensitive core. It wasn’t enough, couldn’t be enough. His cock felt delicious and hot against you, but it didn’t slip inside. You arched back, aching for him to be inside. He chuckled at the motion. “So desperate.” His hand slapped your ass, the sound loud in the tiny room. “C’mon, use your words.”

You shook your head, not wanting to give in, to let him win. He continued to thrust against your pussy, making a mess of the both of you. The tip of his cock snagged against your entrance and you moaned loudly, hanging your head as you gripped the cool stone sink in an attempt to ground yourself. 

He laughed at your display, hand finding your chin and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “Look at yourself. Such a pretty slut for me,” he groped your chest as he whispered. The dual sensations of his tip brushing against your clit with every thrust and his fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples was driving you mad. You needed him, you couldn’t stand it. Paired with the soft pants and almost-hidden moans from Beomgyu behind you, you were stuck maddeningly on the edge.

“C’mon, say it. Ask me. Tell me you need my cock.” He smacked your ass again, pushing you into the sink and breaking your defenses.

“Please! Please Beomgyu, please give me your cock! Need it so bad, fuck, just put it inside.”

His smile was devilish as he kissed your throat. “Now, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”

He didn’t let you answer before pushing his cock fully inside you. Slick with your wetness, he went in smoothly, earning a loud moan from you at the sudden fullness. He groaned along with you, eyes crinkling shut as he took in the feeling. “God, this pussy.”

His hips snapped into you messily. Both of you were already so close to your peaks, there was no way that this would last long. His cock hit that spot inside of you perfectly at this angle. It was a sweaty mess of slick and pleasure and you weren’t sure how long you could hold off before crashing.

“Beomgyu,” you panted his name. “I’m close.” His hand reached down, finding your over-sensitive clit and pressing down roughly. “Don’t- don’t cum in me.” You grabbed his hand that gripped the sink. He nodded against your hair, not looking up.

“Cum on my dick baby, cum on my dick and I’ll cum on your ass.” You nodded, anywhere but inside.

He shoved his fingers in your mouth and you sucked, coating them in your spit. They returned to rub quick, hard circles on your clit. Your orgasm struck you like lighting, hot and heavy it poured down on you, splitting your fuzzy head wide open. Your legs shook against Beomgyu and before you were fully through your high he was pulling out to shoot his load across the bare skin of your ass.

The two of you stood there, leaning against the sink for support as you panted, coming down from your highs. Beomgyu’s forehead rested against your back.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before he shuffled away, still close, but not pressed against you. “We should,” you began. He was still beautiful, even after your cloud of rage-induced lust had faded. You cleared your throat. “We should, um, we should probably clean up. Go find everyone.”

His voice was husky when he spoke. “They’re probably wondering where we are.”

Your gaze lingered on him for a little too long before you replied softly, “yeah, probably.”

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

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[arcade-writing]

Tea party for two

NSFW 🍋

Pairing: Jervis Tetch x AFAB! reader

Warning: ribbon bondage, Oral - man EATS out, drool and spit kink, scent kink, he's a little weirdo, brief sex toy, March Hare! Reader, he's as giddy as he is horny, alot of whimpering, Jervis is very vocal, probably cringe dirty talk - man rhymes and speaks silly, established relationship, boss x henchmen, cheesy petnames, premature ejaculation, messy sex, creampie, mating press, a lot of praise, minor light degrading for hatter, hair pulling, table sex, abit of aftercare, they’re ridiculous your honour

I'm aware a Hare and a rabbit/bunny are very different but I don't give a shit quite frankly!

This is a non specific Hatter, it is implied he's got a gut on him and said he has curly hair but he's not detailed in description where you can't imagine your own version. He is also intended to be shorter than you but ehh again, nothing is overly defined.

Being one of the mad hatters goons wasn’t too bad. Not many people In Gotham can say they get paid to dress up for a criminal and enjoy it. Tea parties were routine at this point, always at the same time and well- you couldn’t even be so sure the clocks even worked accurately in Jervis’s underground lair. They always say to expect the unexpected but this was certainly not expected; currently you were being wheeled into the tea party on a carrier. Your arms tied to the oversized metal tray you were sitting on, your knees forced to your chest as your ankles and thighs were tied together with thick ribbon. The other goons just looked mindless as usual as the hypnotic chip in their head softly beeped. There you saw Jervis sitting in his usual chair, it was tall and wide enough to sit comfortably in. Now, you and the tray were on the table right In front of him. Displayed like a meal ready to be eaten.

“There’s other ways of inviting me to tea..” you finally spoke up, raising a brow, your foot just brushed the hatters chest. Nudging it just beneath his large bowtie.

Jervis made the other goons leave the room with a usher of his hand. Shooing them off as he tutted, having everything he wanted now you were Infront of him – perfectly presented and even tied up with a bow! Oh how marvellous! He laughed with that mischievous yet playful tone that you’ve gotten used to over time. Leaning forward as he cupped one foot with his gloved hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it.

“They say a rabbit foot is very lucky to have, wouldn’t I just be lined up for fortuitous events if I got to have a cheeky nibble on my dearest Hare?”

He pulled back to clap, giddy with his own excitement and anticipation. Giggling as he grinned so uncomfortably large, those buck teeth of his on full display. “Rabbit for dessert! They say they’re best for stews and supper but no no! But I’m sure you’ll just ooze with sweetness!”

You slightly flush, nudging his chest with your foot once again in retaliation knowing full well what this was leading to as your upper back pressed against the large and long table. You weren’t in the proper state of dress but that was because you had your own plans, until those large Tweedle henchmen came barging in. Your knees pressed together from how your tied as you could just about watch him from this position.

“oh? You’re hoping I’ll have some special filling for you to enjoy, hatter?” Your hands flex as your wrists were tied with ribbon to the handles of the large tray.

Oh such temptation in that tone of yours! It was oh so sweet and full of mischief. His grin grew wider as he licked his lips, his face so close to your knees as he hummed. Eyes darting all over you, those greedy eyes soaked up your thin fabric of your knee highs. Already drooling at just the idea, he’s been a fidgeting mess since he made those big goons grab you. And hard too, straining in his trousers already. He adjusted his big top hat to look more presentable, he was the boss after all.

“Hmm… I suppose that depends.. If I were to dig in, would I get to lick my fingers once I’m done and find all the delicious drippings and honey still on them?” He was only growing more jittery as he grew more flustered at the thought. Twitching fingers reaching for the big bow keeping your legs together as he pulled it undone.

“why don’t you try and see? I’m not a mirror, Hatter, you have to seek more than just a glance.” Even with the spontaneous and ridiculousness of it all; wishing Jervis would approach these kind of topics and desires like how most would but that wouldn’t be him. Once your legs were untied you parted them, resting your feet on his shoulders as you made sure to arch your back a little for show. “I’m sure with your attention I’ll be stickier than toffee.”

He let out an audible gasp, cheeks turning red, his eyes practically popping out of his head. A cheeky smirk flashed all over his face with that devious look in his eye. “If you insist, dear Hare.” He didn’t hesitate to move his gloved hands down and grasp your knees, pushing them more to your chest as his hands slid along your thighs. His breath became shallow and his heartbeat quickened, kissing from your ankle up to your knee. Biting at your socks the way up as he let out muffled giggles.

“Oh my! Getting a little dewy already?” He peered down at the underwear you currently had on, seeing a wet patch already formed. Just spotting an outline of something else, growing curious as his fingers danced up your thighs and to the waistband of your underwear.

As he stripped your bottom bare, he was nuzzling into your thighs as he pressed them to his head more. Tucking His face against your clit as he his big nose peeking over as he inhaled with a proud ‘oh ho ho ho!’. He loved that scent of yours; it’s why he always tried to get clothes of yours into his grubby hands. Wanting to smell you whenever he could.

You squeeze around his head, almost knocking off his top hat in the process as the ribbons and feathers decorating it tickled at your legs. Rolling your eyes with a smile at his giggles and noises of pride. Pushing him closer with your legs considering you were still bound at the wrists. “I just want your attention, makes me all warm.” You coo, your legs wanting to tense but each kiss just made your body melt.

“ohhh don’t you worry, my attention is already all yours, dear Hare” He chuckles as he nuzzles you more, your legs squeezing his head making him all squirmy, hips rolling against the plump of his chair. Getting that needed friction. “Warm is definitely the right description. You’re practically a cocoon of warmth with all that blood pumping, I’m sure your heart is just THUMPING!” He adjusted his hat to sit more firmly on his head and let his hands venture, sliding down to your slicken folds and finally found what brought his curiosity.

“And what’s this? Have you been hiding carrots from me?” He teases with a scolding brow, awaiting your answer as he feels the rubbery end of the toy currently stuffing your hole. Its end looks like cartoonish leafs and a stem, looking between you and the toy as he flicks the stem.

“I know how much you like games, I was hoping you’d enjoy playing with me but you ended up beating me to it.” You huff, your toes curling as he brought attention to the carrot toy. Biting on your bottom lip as you almost completely forgot it was there – your feet pushing him by the shoulders to be as close as he could as your hands clenched and unclenched.

“Aha! So you ARE hiding secrets.” He let out a giggle with a grin and a mischievous look in his eye, clapping his hands together in his glee, you really had no idea how much you were teasing him. Before he gave your thigh and smack as punishment. “Naughty! Naughty! Bad rabbit! Such a cheeky little thing!” He tutted and tsked, giving your thigh a few more smacks in quick concessions. “Planning to toy with your poor ol’ Hatter, I can only imagine the maddening game you would have played.”

He hummed to himself as he grabbed the rubber stem of the toy, twisting and pulling at the ends and bouncing it about between his fingers. Giving it a testing tug as he could see it wasn’t an easy fit. You gasped sharply at the slaps and then my breath caught in my throat as he played with the stem, tugging and twisting. Your reaction only just made his breathing more rapid, drool slipping past his trembling lips. His buck teeth caught on his lip as he chewed on it. "ohh I should take your carrot from you! Yes yes! Naughty rabbits like yourself don’t get lovely carrots.”

Squirming as your feet lightly kicked at his shoulder. Your hands grasping at the table cloth as you bit down on my lip tighter to muffle the sound that escaped you. “Then why don’t you take it then? Huh, hatter?” You breath out, eyes fluttering at just the thought as you saw just how excited he was getting – his energy rising and rising was more obvious. He never was one to stay still for long.

“why not indeed?” He asked as he finally stopped teasing the toy and grasped it properly, pulling with a bit more force then he thought he would have to. Pulling out the large carrot – much larger than he expected it to be- as his eyes widened, his jaw dropped slightly as he breathed in with a sharp intake of air. “O-oh my!” Marvelling at your cunt squeezed and fluttered as he pulled it out, listening to the sweet moans pooling out as it dragged along your walls. Your legs trembled as you arched. Delighting in the friction but already feeling that full sensation in your stomach retreat. His boner was pressing hard against his trousers, pre-cum smearing and wetting the fabric through his boxers at just the sight alone.

Once the toy came out with a loud pop he was staring at it with wide sparkling eyes. His cheeks utterly flushed and his heart pounding. “You…you are naughty, my Dear Hare…utterly and entirely naughty..” he breathed out, staring at your body as he can only imagine delightfully in his head the struggle you went through just to stash this carrot away just for him.

Panting, as you could feel how embarrassingly messy your thighs and pussy now were. Leftover lube and slick stringing out and dripping down to your ass. It rattled even you with how wet you were. Watching him through glazed eyes at his surprise as your hips wiggled, trying to pull his attention back into focus.

“Hatter…” You whimper, feeling so empty now. You just needed him to fill you up. You needed his attention.

His eyes are glued to the puffy folds between your legs, mouth agape and still stunned by the size of the toy and of your willingness to use it to such extremes just to get him in a tizzy. But more so, the way you gushed. Oh he has never thought of a day more fitting to be deemed Fractious day more than now. “Oh- dear Hare..” his voice was nothing but soft and breathy. As he swallowed against the sight.

His eyes looked back at the toy in his hand, but at the sound of you whimpering his focus was refocused to your wiggling hips. With haste he grabbed the largest teapot he had and shoved the carrot in it. Practically Jumping into action, Not wasting a beat he began to nuzzle your thighs and kiss around your fluttering cunt. His nose was practically smothered by your soft pussy as he huffed and puffed under his breath. His mouth opened as he began to lick away at the wetness you left behind as he moaned. His gloved hands gripping tightly at your thighs as he let out an approving groan at the mess. At your taste, always so sweet.

Your legs tighten at his head again, your hands thumping against the table as you just wanted to grab him and pull on his thick curly locks of his. He was acting like he was starved and it made your head spin. You loved it. Gasping and whining as you strained in your restraints. “Oh that’s it- my pretty Shortcake..” your breathing is thick in your throat and heavy as it escapes you. Looking down to watch him as you can just see his eyes rolling and twitching.

Your sweet mess on his face was like the perfect desert, the smell and taste driving him into a delirious state. His breath became shallow as he continued, his eyes rolling back as they fluttered. His nostrils flaring in and out as he took in your smell, it made him feel drunk. Your scent was intoxicating. His tongue taking it's time to trace around your sticky hole. Savouring every moment. He continued to suck and lick with no end.

“oh….as juicy as an apple, a ripe delicious fruit you are!” Jervis praised between slurps he let out a moan, he sounded so desperate and needy. Bucking and rolling against his chair more. “yum..yuuuumm my Hare..so sweet..so very delicious.” he hummed the song of the tea party against you. “just perfect to eat!”

You wanted to roll your eyes, to huff and complain at his nonsense but you couldn’t deny he was doing perfect. Your hands tugged on the restraints and you finally felt the ribbon loosen against the handles, yanking your arms forward and the bow came undone as your hands grabbed the back his head, intertwining into the thick heap that was his curly hair. Hatter’s eyes widened In surprise as you broke free from your bounds, his mouth opening to scold you but you beat him to it.

“Poor Hatter… you’re ravenous… someone’s been needing his desert, hasn’t he?” You coo once more, scrunching a fist fall of his hair just beneath the rim on his big top hat.

Hatter turned to putty as you pulled at his curly locks, gasping with a breathless giggle. Your fingers ran deep into his hair, his breathing was frantic as he moaned and whimpered with your hands being so greedy.

Nodding feverishly at your words. “oh yes! I’m famished! I am but a starving man and like the wolves I hunger for tasty rabbits.”

And it was true, he was ravenous, every cell in his body was hungry and wanting more. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His lips glued to the sticky mess that was your sex, sucking on your throbbing clit as he hummed, suckling on you like you were the finest meal he’s ever had. Moaning as he let his nose nudge and nuzzle against the pearl as his tongue slid between your folds and to your entrance.

With great reluctance, he pulled back from you as a string of saliva connected his tongue to you as he panted. His hands pried from your thighs as he began to eagerly tug off the silk gloves finger by finger. “But to truly enjoy my meal, the gloves must come off!” He declared, growing impatient as he just yanked his other glove off his hand and dived back in.

Your hands tighten In his hair as you see him discard his pretty gloves so eagerly. His hand reached between your legs to hold open your dripping cunt as he prodded his tongue inside. Keeping his face as pressed to you as humanly possible as he fucked you with his wiggling tongue. Needing to taste you inside and out. To feel you clench and flutter. To savour each dewy drop you produced just for him. Keening under all his attention as you let out a whine. One hand raising to keep his precious hat on his head as he enjoyed himself vigorously. Knowing he’d go into a moody state if his top hat was knocked off his head no matter his enjoyment. Your thighs trembling against either side of his head as you nod, unable to as words felt impossible. Feeling his tongue deep in you, hungrily lapping and fucking you.

Jervis’s eyes sparkled to see you put care into making sure his hat didn’t fall off. He had you well trained, a marvellous Hare! But then again with a good bunny like you, you would know better not to ruin his hat. Jervis’s grubby hand feel along your thigh as he uses his free hand to hold on to your hips. His other hand using his bare fingers to keep you spread open for him. Spitting directly onto your dewy spot as he giggled, chewing on his bottom lip. Sucking in what was left of his spit as he smeared it into you with his fingers. Watching it string and connect his fingers to your sex.

“Messy bunny…oh you sticky little treat.”

You gasp at the feel of his spit, leaning up as you yank on his hair and tug his head back. “filthy Hatter!” You scold, even if it did make your face warm and your body shudder. Your breathing heavy as you make his big eyes stare up at yours. Brows scrunched up to keep some display of authority. “you’re a dirty little man, aren’t you? Just spitting on your desert, no manners.”

A smile lit up his face, your voice scolding him made it all the more better. His tongue sliding out of his mouth as he let it trace along your wetness, his eyes wide as he looked into yours. Oh how one part of him wanted to put you in your place for scolding him, telling him how he should enjoy you but another whined at your light jabs at his character. Unable to decide, drunk on the taste of you as he licked his lips.

“No manners? No no! I have manners, my sweet, yes – your hatter has all his table manners but…oh you make me feel as if I am topsy-turvy! I am spun in the head!” He shook his head but he couldn’t deny this was pushing at his restraint. He needed more of you. “But I am a starving man and I am in need of more than just a succulent meal, I need warmth and a cosy place to tuck myself into.”

The hatter hastily undid his trousers and shimmered them down as he pulled himself out of his chair and up onto the table, crawling over you as he pulled your legs to your chest, his shoes letting out a squeak against the wooden table as the cloth rode up in his pursuit.

“JERVIS-!” You yelp with surprise, the teapots and cups rattling at the sudden movements. His chest pressing to yours as he nestled himself right where he needed to be, right between those pretty legs as his hands grasped at the edge of the table to keep himself steady. Your legs were hooked under his arms and dangling in the air. Staring up at him with eyes as wide as his as your breathing hitched. Heart racing faster than ever as your hands kept a tight grasp on his hair and down to his shoulders for stability. The weight of him was a welcomed change, feeling his stomach press against yours, feeling its roundness through his waistcoat.

His face was just mere inches from yours, his eyes glued on yours as you breathed. Your warm breath being the only thing he could feel with every exhalation, you could almost feel his heart beating against you. Your arms holding on to him for dear life was just the icing on the cake, a tasty cherry to top it all off.

“oh my, oh my, I’m not too heavy am I? A little hapless Hare like you, you’re not struggling with little ol’ Hatter, are you?” He teased, as he nestled into you, sinking his cock into your warm heat as he gripped the table tighter. His knees slightly bending to keep himself balanced, but more so it was then buckling at just first contact.

He sank in slowly as he stretched you out with the girth of him, as thick as the rest of him but just as short, as he let out giggles. Chewing on his lip to muffle them as he nodded. You gasp, clinging onto him as your legs kick out slightly. Letting out a strained and wobbly ‘ooooh…’ as he pressed into you. Staring down at you he spoke up once more, though strained in his words.

“mmph! Oh-oh h-haha! Hatter has fallen into his very own rabbit hole! I think Hatter will never escape! Ah-!” His hips met yours as he pressed more of his weight onto you, bottoming out completely with delight. He really has been training you well.

Scoffing at his words as your nose pressed against his, your hands gripping at his shoulders. Feeling the ribbon draped off the edge of his hat caress your cheek, returning his intense stare. “I don’t think this rabbit wants you to-“ you finally responded, able to gather the words that threatened to lose themselves on the tip of your tongue. You never wanted him to stop whenever you two got intimate, he made your head spin and your body react in ways you never did with others.

His mouth split Into a smile as he nodded, your hands on him were a delicious pleasure, his hands clawing at the table cloth. He started to pump, keeping pace with his words, his hips moving downwards to meet you. Balls smacking against your ass. “Oh…is that so?” He let out a soft moan as he felt a nice little jolt go through his body that made a little hum escape his throat as his eyes rolled slightly as a spark went through his body. Oh you were so perfect.

“mmm that’s it darling! Good Hare! Good bunny! Good good! Yes! Oh yes!”

You were clenching into him so tightly – why would he ever want to escape when your perfect sex was hugging him? Wrapping his cock In the warmest embrace he could ever withstand. Wanting him as desperately as he wants you. Panting as that familiar warm knot in his gut already formed. Your heat was too much- he whimpered. His eyes widening with a cry of protest as he thrusted into you.

Suddenly, cumming before he could even fully grasp. He couldn’t help but stutter out his breath, a bloom of shame appeared in the heat of his cheeks, trying to maintain appearance. He knew this may happen but this was not what he wanted. Not the first he’s been a quick shooter but with you? He was a man who liked to impress and this was certainly not a moment his own excitement getting the best of him was desired.

“I- you snug rabbit-“ he hissed, that pride of his burning at his own action. He was a brilliant man! The mad hatter! He was-! He…oh he was humiliated. You mouth part, my eyes locked downwards as you watch him falter. Feeling the hot seed shoot and paint your walls, not expecting it at all.

“Oh hatter…” You whine, your hands pulling him closer as you nuzzle your nose to his. “oh my shortcake..my hatter.” You coo, searching his eyes as one hand goes to his cheek, spotting the shame in his red cheeks and now wavering gaze.

“I am not so easily..explosive..” Jervis tried to explain as he tried to pull away from you. Which you hastily made sure he was securely pressed to you, the both of you moaning as his cock twitched inside you. He was in a frenzy of emotions. Your touch was so stimulating, your words sent jolts down his spine as his mind raced. His eyes were glued to your lips, almost wanting to kiss them. But strangely between you two, it felt too sacred. It was expected of two people who have such an affair.

“Did I squeeze too tight? You just make me so excited, I can’t help it, just like you can’t help that little burst, now could you?” You mumble quietly, trying to make sure he doesn't feel embarrassed. If anything, you found it flattering. You loved when he cummed and this was no different.

“oh…dear me…” the heat in his cheeks grew, and his breath quickened as you nuzzled him. Your voice was so sweet and smooth. A shiver went from his shoulders all the way down to his knees when you nuzzled your nose against his. Your comforting hand stroking his face made his lip curl up into a wobbly smile. “oh you are not mad at your Hatter, I couldn’t help it, when you squeeze and squeeze I go pop!”

“oh no, I’m not mad at all, I want…more of that-“ oh how you wanted him to just be blunt but he was a fickle man. Whenever your mouth was too dirty he’d rattle on about manners and how one Should talk to a man of his class so you do your best to reassure him. “-filling of yours, Jervis.”

Spotting his gaze flickering to your lips and you lean forward, kissing the top of his big nose as you shift my hips. Giving them a small wiggle as your feet press into his back to push his body more into yours, feeling him bottom out once again with a shudder.

“I think it would only be fair, wouldn’t you?” You give his hot cheek another caress as you smile at him. Abit strained with your own growing embarrassment. “I know you can do it, you’re the hatter and he can do impossible things, can’t he?" Doing your best to sound as encouraging as you could. You knew if he couldn’t handle it he’d say, no matter if you stroked his ego. He knew his limits.

The man's eyes were locked on yours as they met. Your words of encouragement spur him on, pushing him to go forth. A whimper escaped his lips as you shifted your hips and pushed up against him. The feeling was so incredible, your fluttering heat coaxing a few more strings of cum to ooze out.

“You-you’re so naughty and persistent…oh…oh-…oh damn it-! Just like your delicious quim you can’t go five seconds without wanting more…how is that fair? How can your Hatter ever compete with such a hungry and needy bunny like you?” He pouted, leaning over to kiss your nose back. Leaving another kiss on the edge of your lips as he trembled at the mere act. The tender kiss he couldn’t dare himself to steal.

Jervis started to pump into you once again, but this time slower. Easing himself in and out as the drag of the ridges of your walls and the veins of his cock rubbed so agonisingly deliciously together. His lips were trembling as he began to breathe heavily again. His brows pinched as he felt that confidence warm his chest as he tried to not focus on the twitch of overstimulation just on the edge of sensation. Threatening to make his brain putty.

“But- I am capable of doing many things…”

“I know you are, you’re just so brilliant like that.” You grin, mewling at the feeling of his thrusts. Tilting my head away just enough so your lips couldn’t touch, teasing him. Knowing even when he was balls deep he couldn’t bring himself to kiss you on the lips. It was cute in a way. Charming even.

Gripping onto him tighter than before as you nod. Relishing in his stamina still able to keep him going. “big capable Hatter, huh? I think it’s plenty… fair…you have someone that can’t get enough of you…”

Talking felt easier with the slow pace, words coming out between heavy puffs of air. Your head pressing more against the table, your legs squeezing just under his armpits. There was a numb pain in your back, the cold of the metal tray beneath you but your blood was rushing too fast to truly feel it. Too focus on the feel of him.

The warmth you gave him with your compliments caused him to melt further into you, your words making him smile more. But when you shifted, he frowned a bit, your tease was very naughty. Using his timidness (shocking he could still be) against him. He pouted his lips and made a low noise in the back of his throat as he pushed even more into you. Biting your cheek with a nip as retaliation making you let out a small yelp of surprise.

“But it's been…hard to not keep you filled with cream, turn you into…my little éclair-'' Jervis whined, your heat causing more shivers down his spine as his pace grew more steady. Confident. He grinned, squeezing his eyes shut as his jaw was clenched. Your walls still hugging him like your life depended on it. How very naughty you were!

“oh god- oh god your too tight-!” He whimpered out with a small cry. His hands almost ripping the table cloth as the table trembled and rocked from his movements.

“Your éclair-?” You gasp out, your brain was mush as your legs gripped and lightly kicked at his back. Your eager hands lifted up to reach his, grasping them tightly as your eyes fluttered. “you want that?” You tease more, testing how he’ll react, not the first time he’s said something like that to you but in the silly ways he spoke his filthy desires you couldn’t help but encourage him. Perhaps you were as whipped for him as cream.

Feeling that familiar knot in your stomach as your fingers interlocked. Your own orgasm approaches with each electrifying friction. Feeling his stomach just graze against your clit, the fabric of his waistcoat making you keen.

The feel of your hands grasping his and interlocking with them was like a new set of handcuffs keeping him in place. And how could he ever dream of escaping the wonderland that was you? He couldn't. He wouldn't.

“H-haha…ha ha…oh-oh yes-! I- I want you to be my little éclair. A creamy, delicious one.” He hummed, licking your cheek with one long slow drag of his tongue, tasting your skin. Just able to taste the layer of salt forming on It as his cock twitched. The faster his hips moved the more overstimulation bit at his nerves but you were far too delicious to give up. But he knew his limit was approaching. “I want to fill you till you’re overflowing…and I’ll eat you up-“

Licking his damp lips as he pressed his nose to your cheek as he groaned. Overstimulation began to sting at his pulsing nerves as tears started to form into his eyes, his second orgasm rushing towards the finish line with you.

Just another hard few thrusts and the feel of his body just flicking your bud made that knot slap. “Hatter-!” You let out a squeal, your heels completely digging into his back as your eyes squeezed shut. Toes curling as your own release crashed over you. Your hands gripping his so tight as you chew on your bottom lip, trying to stop from being too loud but your attempt was futile. The loud clattering of the table and the teapots just barely drowning the sounds out.

His eyes shot open at the sudden release of yours. His grip tightened on your hands as he moaned into your cheek, tears falling down his cheek as he slammed into you. Completely filling you.

“oh god- squeezing-! Oh dear god- oooo-ooo-“ his voice faltered as your moans took its place, his body shook uncontrollably, his mind was in oblivion as he emptied himself into you. Painting your walls again, drooling as his mouth hung open. So caught up in it all he didn’t even realise his precious top hat fell off his head!

Feeling his body slump, your hands reached up to his head and cradled it. Easing him down as he jerked and trembled. Feeling sticky wet from his drool against your skin. Your legs falling down and resting on the back of his knees as both of your bodies gave out. His knees knocking against the table with a thud. Cooing as you nuzzled against him. Your hands smoothed and toyed with his curly hair, grounding the both of you as you caught a glimpse of his fucked out expression.

“oh Jervis.” You whisper, giving his cheek a kiss as you tried to ride out the high with him. Your bodies clumsily rub against each other. Feeling the pitter patter of his tears fall down onto your cheek. Immediately consoling him with kisses under and around his eyes.

The man's body was limp, the heat he felt coursing through him left him exhausted, his lips were curled into a small smile as you nuzzled him. Your cooing voice was like a dove's melody to his ears. He was still drooling slightly, he was like a puddle of melted chocolate on your lap, utterly ruined. Liquid in your hands, defenceless and blissed. You were definitely the best sweet he had ever had. His eyelids slowly opened back up, his eyes were tired and his throat was hoarse, his cheeks were still wet with your kisses. He was too exhausted and overwhelmed to speak any words. Only able to make a few slurred giggles and whines. You had completely wrecked him, just as he hoped you would when he got those goons to bring you to him, to present you so prettily with a bow.

“sweet Jervis…my shortcake.” The high left you in a daze but the adrenaline was dying down. Letting out a small noise of discomfort, the consequences of the continuous smack of your bodies made your tailbone hit the large tray you were resting on. In your shared bliss you completely forgot you were still set up like a delicious meal and now your back was feeling sore. Trying to nudge his heavy weight off you, though it was soothing to have. Grounding your dizzy mind.

“I need to move-“

But he didn’t want to move, his legs were jelly and every bump of your bodies together made that overstimulation strike him. Whimpering as his brain screamed for him to move but his body pleaded to stay in your wet heat. He tried to roll over for your own benefit but he miscalculated how far you two were to the side.

Letting out a yelp, never more thankful the flooring of his tearoom was padded as his back smacked against the floor as he fell off the table. Bringing you with him, yelping with him, as the table rattled loudly, the tray under you went clattering down on the floor. His cock falling out of your heat only adds to the jolt. His blissful high ruined as he was forcibly snapped out of it. Blinking as his cheeks were as bright as they could be now before he started to laugh. Unable to restrain himself as laughter poured out.

His laughter cut through the second of silence that came after the crash. Blinking in surprise as you finally noticed the puddle of tea on the table and the floor from all the moving on the table in your vigorous play. Your brain needing a few seconds to catch up to the sudden fall as you looked down at him; The lingering afterglow coating your mind as you listen to his sudden burst of laughter. It caught you off guard. A surprised chuckle escaped you before I started laughing too. Joining him as you both grew amused by the ridiculousness of it all.

His giggling became more genuine, and his eyes finally cleared up as he glanced at the tea mess on the floor. If it weren’t the honeyed glaze coating his brain and the absolute enjoyment of you he’d be sent into a tizzy. He took a big breath before sighing, his laughter turning into dying out chuckles.

“Oh dear, this is why we shouldn’t partake in such acts of debauchery. It's simply not good for our health.”

Your hands slid along his chest, letting out a little whine as you can feel the consequences. The pain shooting up from your tailbone up and the emptiness without his dick stuffing you beautifully. The feeling of his cum dribbling down your thighs and getting on his stomach. Adding to the mess around you two. Nosing his red cheek as I shook my head, a few giggles slipping out.

“perhaps not having it on the table will be for the best”

“Tables will be off limits…until I make some adjustments.” Jervis muses with a grin before a small, disappointed frown washed over his face the consequences of your wildness began to take its toll on you.

His hands went to your back as he saw the little aches of you and it made him frown more. Rubbing your back in tiny little circles with his fingers. He was a responsible person after all. Even after such activities, he shouldn’t have been so greedy with you.

“Oh My dear Hare, are you alright? Are you feeling pain?” His eyebrows wrinkled together in worry.

You nodded, sighing as you sank against him, the mess can be handled after. “My tailbone hurts, must have banged it on the tray dish I was on.” You admit, utterly caught up in the bliss of it all, of him, to even notice but now with adrenaline running out of my system you could feel it. Cuddling close to him as you stroke his cheek.

Oh that displeased him greatly.

“oh bad- bad hatter.” He tuts, shaking his head as he scolds himself. Bad, bad bad.” As he says that each time he makes your hand slap his tear stained cheek, not too harshly but it left a small sting. You wanted to protest, not wanting him to slap himself but he was already moving on. Cuddling you up to him as he forced himself to sit up.

“Luckily I have all the ailments to your issues right here-“ Jervis reaches up for his hat, his marvellous top hat, but it finally struck him! it has fallen off! His eyes wide and a sharp panicked gasp left him.

“my hat! Oh! My hat! Where-? When-?!” His head whipped side to side to see if it landed with you two on the floor. His fingers tapped and searched the very top of his head as if the hat would somehow be found in his curls. “thief-! Theft! Oh I bet it was that blasted cat-!”

The man rants as he scrambles around, but still reluctant to move far from you, checking under the table cloth to find his hat. He needed his hat, it had everything – his hard work and love poured into it. He kept things tucked into the band on the inside. His precious gadget was attached to his hat. How could he ever face batman- his goons- the world without his hat!?

Knowing he was a sensitive man about his hat, you look around with him. Spotting his hat still on the table as you wobbled up, reaching over to and grabbed It. Another wince leaving you as you stretched out your back. Hastily, you placed it firmly back on his head. Making sure all the ribbons and accessories were placed on it were still tidy and didn’t get tea split on it.

“Oh there, there, see it’s like it was never gone.” You sooth, kissing both of his cheeks as you dust off some powdered sugar from the top of it. Keeping your face close to his as you did your best to give a reassuring smile. “No cat, it just fell off.”

Jervis exhaled in relief, his breathing steady again as he watched you reach over and grab his beloved hat. Your touch, sweet and gentle as you place it on Jervis’s head again. It’s as if he breathed better once it hit his head, he seemed less frantic with you there supporting him and his hat back in place. Jervis was still shaking a little, his heart pounding in his throat. You truly were a blessing in his miserable life. He knew you were different from the day he met you, when he stopped hypnotising you and you still obeyed him so happily. You were perfect. So utterly Perfect.

“Oh – my- thank you, oh- god..thank you..”

Now his hat was back, he whipped back to his usual demeanour. Smiling, kissing your nose before he pulls out a ibuprofen packet from the side of his hat, hidden behind some feathers as he lets out a ‘ta da!’.

“Now let’s get you feeling better…I think after all that I need to have another taste of my bunny to calm me down.” He giggled, a mischievous look growing back on his face, his hand stroking along your aching back as he grinned so wide.

[drawnthejayys]

Meet my BLU Team OCs !!

Info/Bios under cut!

Dr. Warin Kölher

• Born in Mannheim, Germany

• Team Leader, some refer to him as "Mother Hen" because of his protective motherly attitude

• Lost his medical degree early because he kept experiencing near death situations around his workplace, they thought it was becoming too dangerous even though nobody else was affected 💀

• Survived hell and back more than once (literally) before becoming a mercenary

• Happy face pin on his hat expresses his emotions somehow?¿

• Not a demon or anything, trust me!!!!!

• Likes crows, wants one as a pet

• Says he has a rare skin condition (is lying)

Jenny Thomas

• Sees Dr. Kölher as a parental figure

• "IF AUTISM DIDN'T EXIST, GOD WOULD NOT HAVE CREATED ME!" /ref /j

• Actually born in Canada, does not know

• Sent to Michigan (in a box) as a baby and grew up there

• Collector of many things (rocks, sticks, nuts n bolts)

• Can be very trigger happy especially on the battlefield

• Dr. Kölher gives her star stickers when he's good, he sticks them in his helmet (is tryin to collect 50 of them 🇺🇲)

• Owns chewelry because she has a biting problem but easily breaks through all of them in less than a week

Mason

• nickname: mason jar

• If Mundy listened to midwest emo (/hj)

• Look, we don't know how they escaped New Zealand when its currently at the bottom of the ocean but we don't ask

• Laid-back but lazy at times, takes a lot of naps

• Smokes more weed than Spy smoking cigarettes /hj

• Dumpster diver

• Their Jarate skills kinda go crazy

• Games with Junior, they love first-person shooters

Spy (alias: Rune)

• Get half filipino'd loser🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

• Backup strategist for when things go to shit but also the last resort for a lot of things unfortunately

• Anxiety ridden, visits the doc often

• Good at stabbing, not much with shooting

• Acknowledges Scout as his son but is a very awkward dad. He's trying at least

• A hopeless romantic and has been looking for a partner since the divorce(tm)

• Smokes but is trying to quit, often been seen with a toothpick instead of a cigarette

• Autistic just like me fr, stims with his butterfly knife

Dallas

• Tough cowboy, doesn't play around

• "Watch your piehole son or imma SLAP YOU SILLY."

• Probably the sanest in the team

• Grumpy-pants who needs a break

• Very "tough love" kind of father figure

• "MY TEAMMATES ARE ALL MORONS!!!!" /ref /j

• Homophobic homosexual (/j)

• Despite his name, he might not even be Texan

• Tolerates Dr. Kölher the most

Dymitry (Mitya)

• Here to do his job, nothing more

• Intimidating just like the OG Heavy

• Fond of animals and small creatures

• Actually quite calm, its hard to piss him off

• He has a soft spot for Jenny and Meeka and buys them snacks on the weekends

• Jenny calls him Mitts!

Junior

• Transmasc bastard

• He'll beat your ass (for fun!)

• Good friends with Sniper, they listen to music and play video games together!

• Knows Spy is his dad and is very nonchalant about it, much to Spy's dismay ("I am your fathe-" "Whatever, don't care, didn't ask")

• Has braces paid for by Spy but has to leave base monthly to go to an actual dentist because Dr. Kölher didn't wanna keep seeing him cry whenever he had to get his braces tightened

•Still has buck teeth :3

Meeka

• Your honour, they're just a little guy

• Hangs around Mitya to keep him company, theyre the best of friends!

• Goes on crazy killing sprees with Jenny during matches

• Ongoing beef/goof-off with the RED Team's Pyro

• Pinkie Pie energy!!

• Dallas is their (adoptive) dad!

Angus

• Superstitious about a lot of things but keeps it to himself

• For some reason is always very warm which is why he's shirtless 90% of the time

• Has some amazing tits ngl

• Will wear a dress to the function and be the hottest one there

• His fav food is burber 🍔

• Loves hard rum and scotch (its important to me that all my demo ocs have a fav alcoholic beverage)

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That's all of them! I hope you like them :3

[stareulogy]

❝ if you could choose to be anything after death, what would you be? ❞　 star eulogy is a hyper-extended version of headspace, made real upon sunny’s death in the bad ending.

content warning: this blog contains heavy spoilers for omori, suicide, cannibalism and general dark themes.

pinned post updated as of: august 17, 2024

this blog follows a porcelain doll that holds sunny’s consciousness, as he finds any way to pass the time. cursed with immortality, he’s been alive for centuries.

sealed at the bottom of the universe, sunny’s made highly questionable decisions in his past, leading to his imprisonment, and his failure to acknowledge the truth. as he learnt that fateful day, you can’t hide from the truth, even in a different life.

sunny’s open for asks. keep him entertained?

this au has been in development for over a year. from a discord server, to multiple threads, to art between a few people. i finally decided to make a blog for the au, after months of writing.

currently available:

sunny, the porcelain doll (tag)

??? ??????? (???? ???????)

????????? ????? (???????????)

no nsfw asks, anon gifts are allowed, interactions with other blogs are highly appreciated and encouraged.

you are absolutely welcome to make fun games using anon magic, as long as you label yourself (if on anon). this is runs on an honour system, do not impersonate each other, do not cause drama via. my inbox.

reminder that the character ≠ the writer, sunny has a disorder that effects his behaviour and how he interacts with other people. sunny is not an accurate representative of the cluster-b disorder he has - it’s dramatized after centuries. of being in blackspace.

this au is closed, and is not allowing other characters to join in. (for example, you cannot make a star eulogy aubrey account and interact with people.)

feel free to ask as other characters if you don’t have a blog to do it, just add:

- (emoji) (character name)

and i’ll tag it. feel free to get crafty! i encourage alternates/variants of a character coming to ask, sunny here is aware of the different universes.

(same works for consistent anons. if you want sunny to remember you, then add an sign off in the same style.)

now, if you’re struggling with asking questions, you now have a silly little prompt list! it’s fun, speedy interactions you can get with sunny!

NOT LORE RELATED

# princess arc (ongoing?)

# royal ball event (finished)

# tea party event (finished)

LORE RELATED ARCS

... huh. i didn’t do any yet.

sometimes i might not tag things properly! please remind me to add a tag if i forget.

LORE POSTS

alternates, variants, sunny’s thoughts

sunny’s feelings on hero

would sunny date each variant? (with honest opinions and his thoughts)

jobs that sunny had in the past

sunny’s favourite universe so far

flowerwaltz in star eulogy

bounty hunting

florians (species)

blackspace

here, everything should be tagged properly.

characters have their own basic tags, i only drop ooc text into the tags, after these symbols: //

i’ll tag your blog name under each interaction.

for organization’s sake, i’ll only link the anons here.

special anons

# 🌟 anon

# 👑 anon

# 🔮 anon

# 💠 anon

# 🃏 anon

(tumblr ate the tags, sorry. those are the current roster of anons, listed from early to recent.)

honestly. i didn’t want to make a section for this. i kinda wanted to stay mysterious and cool.

hi! i’m the star eulogy mod, he/meow pronouns, i go by sunny, but you can just call me sunshine here, for the sake of differentiation between character and writer.

i mind my own business, so i don’t really see a lot of things that other blogs do. i’m very private.

if you ping the blog in your promo post, i’ll reblog it. i reblog new blogs’ pinned posts, whenever i can.

my timezone is est. but i sleep when i want to.

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fun fact: the original universe that star eulogy originates from, was on the universally loved route. it was set up for sunflower, hence how sunny distances himself from most basil alternates.

i personally don’t ship sunny (in general) with anybody. but i’m willing to write it for the lore, if sunny (star eulogy) can keep a relationship for longer than a day.

he’s on the spectrum. (aromantic, asexual, autistic) so romance might not look the same to you, as it does to him. he’s my silly little princess.

[houseofhyde]

ii. another man's comfort. ( teaser )

pairing. aemond targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis. a wedding calls you north, your duty calls you to your husband, your heart calls you to aemond.

warnings. stark!reader, infidelity, purity culture, canon misogyny, deviations from canon (set in 132 ac, the greens win the war), smut (nipple play, dirty talk, dry humping… it’s more exciting than it sounds, i swear). just so we’re clear, this is set a few years after part one !!

hyde's input. sorry part two is taking so long to post, i'm currently on holiday and haven't been able to find the time to finish off the fic. there's only two more scenes i need to write, so should be out by tomorrow ! consider this me announcing that i'm making another man's feast into a series.

this fic has now been posted and can be found here!

a chair scrapes the ground.

loud, poignant, silencing. the one eyed prince stands tall, a foreboding figure who's still features only serve to rouse a sense of unease, like the calm before the most brutal of storms. aemond perches forward in a sluggish motion, like he's thriving off the anticipation every serving wench casts for his next act, hands splayed out on the table and gaze fixed on the king. the two stand at opposite heads of the table and, as is the norm in recent years, exchange few words.

"i'm retiring to my chambers."

you watch with baited breath as aemond's eyes meet your own and visibly soften, though only for a moment, like he's apologising for your husband's lack of tact when it comes to choosing which words to speak.

wishing to ask him to stay, you swallow down the plea with a sip of wine.

"you're dismissed." aegon grants him leave, knowing full well the prince was not asking for permission.

it's all been one big powerplay between these two targaryen men- the words they speak, the looks they share, the decisions they make- since they defeated their enemies and lost the vehicle in which to deviate their inner-family conflicts.

"it's no bother, truly, lady alicent." finding the nerve to speak had seemed impossible mer moments ago, yet the voice within your own head tells you it'll garner the attention of a certain prince. the voice is correct. "his grace is true in his words, there's no reason he should accompany me on ship. the journey is that of sixteen sleeps, and that is only if the seas treat us kindly. the ruler of the seven kingdoms should not waste his time with such a silly thing when he has a dragon at his disposal. and, though i don't agree with his choice of words to describe the people of my ancestors' lands, the northern folk would do good to see their king on dragon's back, if only to remind them all of his great power and the protection it brings them."

from the corner of your eye, though you give your best effort to not cast your gaze in his direction, you witness a look of disagreement bleed onto aemond's face, as though the words of flattery you speak in honour of your husband serve as daggers piercing his flesh and bone.

helaena speaks up before the one-eyed prince can.

"are you sure, sister?" your heart melts under the warmth in which the princess addresses you, smile upon her face and care within her voice. growing up with only brothers, you'd never known the true joy of having a sister, till the day you married into the tortured targaryen household and the sweet girl who made friends with slugs approached you with the proposition of tea in her chambers. "mother only thought it best aegon accompany you to help you feel at home on the ship, as my own lord husband shall do for me."

"i thought it best, my good-daughter, after helaena told me of your own discomfort on ships." alicent smiles meekly and, in your defence, you do your very best to meet her halfway but you're certain your face is more wrinkled in displeasure than intended.

you do not enjoy the way everyone's eyes are so focused on you, especially when aegon looks at you with a challenge, daring you to say something to land him on a ship rather than his fearsome mount, and when aemond casts his undivided attention onto you, no emotion in his eye yet the faintest clench of his jaw tells you he cares about what you say next.

for better or for worse, he cares and it's enough to tear you apart.

"ah, i see there's been some misunderstanding." anyone smart enough notices the waver in your voice, no matter how quick you are to mask it beneath an empty chuckle and a dishonest smile. "what helaena said is true, yes, i was once afraid of ships. but this was many years back, when i was a child. i'm far better now. so, truly, i insist the king should travel on dragonsback. perhaps we could even send for daeron to attend, it would be an excellent first sighting of the three targaryen men and their mounts since the end of the war."

"what an excellent idea, your grace." otto hightower bestows a kindhearted smile your way, giving two quick claps of his hand before requesting a serving wench to refill his cup. "your wife truly is a gem to this family, aegon. you have no idea how fortunate you are to stand with such a woman by your side."

you smile gratefully, aegon laughs dishonestly, aemond tenses visibly.

"no, he does not." and, with that, the one-eyed prince retreats to his chambers, paying no mind to the continued festivities of his family nor the way your eyes follow him out of the room.

[windmaedchen-oceanhorn]

in your valen hc post, you talked about other reasons why he might be holding onto his sword. while I have my own ideas (knows he has a sister and is holding onto it in case he were to come across her (unbeknownst to him its faye and he's a little bad with faces)) what other ideas did you have? if any?

Dear Anon, first of all, thanks for the question! I am always thrilled to hear any question you may have and will definitely give it a thoughtful answer. <3

... okay, done. Here's my result:

When I began to think about it, I was troubled by Valen's current situation of being permanently employed in Holistone. It does not sensibly match the need to carry a useless sword around when he could easily store it safely at home. It would make much more sense to carry it around, however, if he was still the roving mercenary which he was initially planned to be, due to lack of storage options. But since his background story changed/wasn't implemented, yet his design remained unchanged, we ended up with this tricky situation.

However, I think I found a wonderful explanation, one I am actually very happy with! I hope you enjoy it also. ;-)

Mercenary's Past Option

In his first years off the island, he was part of a certain mercenary group (Gray Foxes). He would form strong bonds with many other members there, but I think one particular old hound impressed him particularly. Being only 16 years old still at that time, he found in that man a role-model he never had before or since (even Hogan, whom he still greatly respects!). The sword in question was already dangling the man's waist as a secondary weapon and Valen kept asking about it. Eventually he got a response:

"That's a man's life-line. You can have all your favourite weapons and believe to be an invincible warrior, but eventually will come the time when you are down on the ground with everything lost - then remember this. It was with you at all times, it carries the power of everything that you have seen and done, and when the time is right, it will serve you as the last true victory over your adversary."

Considering it a silly superstition at first, one day Valen witnessed that power first-hand. They ended up in an ambush of some sort and got out of there alive only because that old man gathered the strength of his life-line when Valen thought all was lost. When the old man died (at least not connected to that or any other battle), he handed that sword over to Valen. Unable to forget that fight and their survival, he adopts this tradition as his own, forever honouring the man who saved his life once.

This requires Valen to actively carry the sword with him at all times and explains why it's not the right time yet to use it. It shall never be used casually.

"Always carry a second sword, as to never be defenceless".

This is a rendition of the habit to "always carrying a penny in your purse so as to never be penny-less". Valen actually does that, also, with one of the first coins he earned as his own man and he has never worried about his finances since. ;-)

Lavinia's Option

This second option involves my OC Lavinia. When I created her, I also considered the second sword Valen carries. It used to belong to Lavinia's father, a renowned HO knight and soldier, but since his death, it was kept as a keepsake. Lavinia wanted to step into her dad's footsteps, so her mother thought it was going to be in her hands eventually but Lavinia herself gave it away.

Valen and her were inseparable friends for 3 or 4 years, sharing the dream of becoming the greatest swordsmen, knights and warriors, before she had to move to the Capital. Even though Valen had access to his own real weapons, he always admired that sword, due to the stories about her father's successes using it. So she gave it to him as a parting-gift, for when he needed "a secret super-weapon to defeat his enemy in the face of death". He accepted it only on the condition that they'd meet again so he could return it and additionally promised to use it only when the situation was dire.

(In return he also gave her his old self-made wooden sword (a replica of the beloved Stoutstone Isle treasure Stormcaller, which he no longer used at that point, as he was about 13/14 then). Lavinia kept that sword until it was burned in the arson destroying her flat (aiming to get rid of all evidence she might have collected against her superior). This happened just a couple of months before meeting Valen again.)

Valen usually had other weapons, but on the rarest of occasions, he was forced to use it, after all, as the only weapon he carried. With success, of course. He also loved to practice with it (and still does), for it's perfectly weighted and moves as smoothly through the air like no other. Stormcaller is a much heavier sword and although it suits him perfectly in all regards, its power comes at the cost of that teeny tiny bit of ease and grace when wielding it.

So even though he eventually had the best sword there is, due to the promise given, he could never bring himself to discard it even as the years passed.

Frankly, with this option, I imagine that when he settled in Holistone, he would actually just store it at home rather than carry it around all the time. But I can't much change the design choices, can I? xD

Fay's Option

Anon, that is YOUR cue. What did YOU have in mind here?

But let me tell you, I 100% agree with you: Fay and Valen are siblings that, due to circumstances just don't recognise each other well enough when they meet in Remnant Peaks. I elaborated on that here.

Since Valen left her behind, I can very well imagine some scenario where he carries the sword "for her" in some regard. Since in my headcanon Valen's mother died after giving birth to Fay, it could have been her parting gift to her, to be handed over eventually. Or she had Valen promise to protect her with the sword. His decision to leave was a no-brainer and essential to him, but unable to fully ignore his promise to his mother, he at least takes the sword with him so he CAN protect Fay should the need arise.

Given that he's got no sister currently to protect when Merlin asks him about the second sword, naturally he would say "not the right time".

With this option, I again consider it more likely that he'd keep the sword stored at home. Even though he should always carry the sword with him just to be ready to protect Fay when needed, I feel it's strange that with such devotion to carry he sword, he wouldn't also wander around actively looking for her, too. Sooooo... I'll have him keep it at home. :-P

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Cold Feet - p.m

a/n: i had a spurt of inspiration and sat down to finish this! hopefully this is okay! i hope i interpreted your request correctly <3

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: implied maverick x reader, platonic!rooster x reader, platonic!phoenix x reader

warnings: age gap

wc: 1,438

the request: 'Hi I’m not sure if your requests are open but could I request: it’s the reader and Maverick’s wedding and the reader is excited but nervous'

You were stood in a white room with a worn, pink carpet spreading across the floor. A large vertical mirror was propped up against the wall in front of you, reflecting the image of you in white. Sweat began to dot your palms as you stared at yourself, glancing down at the long, white dress you currently wore. A gentle hand landed on your shoulder and you flinched, your head whipping around to find Phoenix. Rooster sat behind her, perched on a chair with his legs  crossed as he read a magazine. The sudden rustle of your veil made him perk up to find the source of commotion.

"Hey, you alright?" She grinned. You glanced between Phoenix and Rooster, your heart beginning to race. She was your maid of honour, and Rooster was going to walk you down the aisle as your father and mother had sadly passed away when you were younger. It only made sense considering he was like an older brother to you.

"Oh god," You sighed softly, looking down to the ground, your fingers fidgeting with the engagement ring that sat happily upon your finger. "Am I doing the right thing?" Your eyebrows slid together to form a worried frown. Unfortunately, you had a case of 'cold feet'. Today, you were finally getting married to your fiancé, Pete Mitchell, also commonly known as Maverick. The two of you met through Rooster when he introduced you to the squad, and you instantly fell for Pete. The connection you shared was unbreakable.

"Y/N/N, don't be silly, you and Pete were literally made for each other," Phoenix shook her head, a sympathetic smile replacing the happy grin that once sat on her face. She looked at you with kind eyes and it seemed to settle your nerves slightly, your racing heart slowing ever so slightly. "You've been inseparable ever since you met." She added, her hand sliding down from your shoulder to your arm to give it a reassuring rub. Rooster stood from his seat, unfolding his legs as he placed the magazine down on the table beside him with a soft slap. He slowly walked over to you and Phoenix, unsure of how to navigate such a tense and delicate situation.

"Phoenix is right," Rooster nodded, a lop-sided smile coming to rest on his lips. You let out a shaky breath as Phoenix took your hands in hers. "You and Mav fit together like two pieces of a puzzle." He chuckled softly, moustache twitching above his lip.

"I know, I just... I'm excited to finally marry Pete, believe me, but I'm nervous, you know?" You hurriedly said, squeezing Phoenix's hands slightly too hard. She winced at you and you grimaced, offering her an apologetic look. "Sorry, Phoenix." You whispered, letting go of her hands. She offered you a forgiving smile.

"Y/N, it's totally normal to feel nervous before you get married, it's bound to happen, it's a lifechanging thing." Phoenix let a grin slip onto her lips as she brushed a stray strand of your Y/H/C hair behind your ear, her cocoa-coloured eyes welling up with proud tears. Rooster glanced at Phoenix and he felt his eyes begin to gloss over too, so he cleared his throat in an attempt to swallow the tears that threatened to pour down his cheeks.

"You're meant to be here, Y/N," Rooster nodded, pursing his lips as he fought back forthcoming sobs. You couldn't hold back the amused giggle as you stared up at him. He narrowed his eyes at you and rolled them, unable to hide the grin that fell onto his lips. "You're lucky I love you, otherwise I would have left you long ago, Y/N/N." He warned you with a chuckle. "You look absolutely beautiful, Mav is going to be stunned." Rooster beamed, his signature room-warming smile was spread across his lips.

"Thanks, guys. I don't know what I was thinking." You laughed incredulously, your head shaking in instinct at your silly doubts. Your eyes glossed around the room nervously, intentionally avoiding Rooster and Phoenix's prying eyes. It was a little nerve-wracking to look them dead in the eye, despite how long you've been friends. What if they saw something you didn't? Before you had an answer to that rhetorical question, a case of the nervous waffling took hold of you.

"I know I want to be with Pete, I think it's just a huge change, and I'm not great with change, so I guess I just-" Phoenix interrupted your rambling mouth with a firm squeeze of your shoulder, making you look up at the pilot. She gave you a reassuring smile, and somehow it instantly melted the edgy tension that had stiffened your body.

An amused, hushed giggle left her lips and you nibbled on your lower one, averting your eyes to the ground for a split second. "You're fine, Y/N/N. Everything is fine. Relax. This is the happiest day of your life." Phoenix said, her fingers gently massaging your stiff shoulders in an attempt to calm you down.

"I mean, it's Mav, so I don't know if it's the happiest-" Rooster let out a yelp as Phoenix landed a firm punch on his bicep to hush him, her eyes still trained on yours. You couldn't help but laugh at the wimpy noise that left Rooster's lips, and he was sure to send you a well-deserved glare. "Alright, alright, I'm joking!" He groaned and stepped back slightly, his hand rubbing where Phoenix had punched him.

"Are we ready yet in here?!" Penny's light voice echoed in the room as she pushed open the white door, a loud gasp escaping her as she stared at you in awe. "Oh my gosh, Y/N!" She gushed, quickly rushing forwards as she grasped at the hem of her dress so she didn't trip up. As she reached you, Phoenix and Rooster, her hands flew to her chest and clasped together. "You look beautiful, in fact I think you might give Mav a heart attack when you walk down that aisle!" A hearty laugh left Penny's lips as she glanced between the three of you, her gentle hand coming to brush your veil softly. You couldn't hide the giant grin that was currently forming on your face and her elation only made you more excited to marry Pete.

"Is everyone waiting?" You quietly asked, glancing at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. Penny gave you a gentle nod and you swallowed thickly, feeling the nervousness return to your body. The bar-lady noticed the change in your demeanour and quickly reeled you in for a warm hug, whispering in your ear.

"Don't be nervous sweetie, everything will be fine, believe me." She whispered with a smile, her hands lingering on your arms as she pulled away; thumbs soothingly stroking them. "I was just the same when I got married all those years ago. The second you're next to Pete, you'll wonder why you even felt that way!" Penny reassured you, and you glanced at Phoenix and Rooster who nodded in agreement, smiling. "Alright, sweetie, are you ready to walk?"

Reluctantly, you nodded, and Penny squealed in delight. You giggled at her reaction, as did Phoenix who had quite a large grin on her face as Rooster moved beside you, holding out an arm for you to hold. Graciously, you took it and squeezed tightly, a little scared that you'd trip and fall and make a fool of yourself in front of all your friends and family.

"Just breathe, you'll be fine." Rooster whispered in your ear as Penny and Phoenix made their way out of the room and to the start of the aisle, ready to walk down.

"Easy for you to say, Bradshaw." You whispered back with a hint of amusement in your voice. Rooster couldn't help but snicker at your reply as the band began to play, and Penny and Phoenix made their way down the aisle. "Oh shit, here we go."

"I'm here, don't worry." Rooster reassured you, placing his other hand atop of your one that was currently 'choking out' his arm. You nodded vigorously and made an 'o' shape with your lips to take a deep breath. "Here we go." Rooster said as the two of you took a step forward, your eyes desperately darting around the church to spot your soon-to-be husband. Once you found Pete's gaze, he took a deep breath as he stared at you, an undeniably ecstatic grin taking a hold of his face. You felt every anxious thought within you dissipate, and you immediately questioned yourself as to why you even thought those things in the first place. How could you doubt yourself marrying Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell?

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2023 Fic Wrapped

Thanks to @anincompletelist for tagging me! This is such a fun thing to do!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. There are no rules!

Posted on Ao3: 34,145 (Across 14 fics)

Written total: 152,778 (yes, i do have a lot of docs created, a lot more than anyone wants to see)

3 published fandoms: Red, White and Royal Blue, All for the Game, The Shadowhunters Chronicles

Longest work: and every song reminds me of you (4,088 words)

Shortest work: yo te llevo dentro, hasta la raíz  (546 words)

very real wips, things I'm actively working on

Super Six and the Siren's Call (PJO AU- +100k) co-written with @inexplicablymine and @happiness-of-the-pursuit one of the most wonderful projects I've had the honour to be a part of and I'm so exicted for people to see it

Toe the Line (Figure Skating AU - 20k currently) my dearest child, 60 pages of outline, investigation, character sheets and visions i have at three am for a random scene 5 chapter away

Y recuerda siempre que tú eres la medicina (A bilingual June character study) A companion piece of sorts for a train of thought (of things not to forget), June's perspective through it all, both in Spanish and English like Alex's. and with Natalia Lafourcade lyrics as a title because that's June coded

carved within the beauty, the darkness in between and without (your) love, I am nothing two pieces about religion and firstprince from each of their povs, a question about loving yourself and about loving someone else against the things you've been taught and finding divinity within each other.

not so real wips with a little less real word counts but a lot of vibes

Spiderman AU, my entry for the New Years Resolutions event of @thebrownstone, which means it'll get here at some point

MasterChef AU, my way to put my professional knowledge to good use, it was a silly funny story and it grew a plot

Dancer AU, a drabble fail that was just a vision and then some people kind of made it get a full dual pov, double 5 + 1 plot

Numbers are not everything but I do like data and stats

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Numbers do not define an author's worth, but I also can see how far I've gotten with just one day deciding I wanted to write and post my fun little words again

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las formas de llamarte amor (2.5k - 630 kudos)

my first fic in the rwrb fandom, it makes me so happy to see it being loved, it was the ultimate show of self indulgence

Henry has been a public figure for most of his life, the reason why he’s been given dozens of titles, some kinder than others, he’s been the gay prince, the spare, the prince of England's hearts, the activist, the author. All of the titles are inevitably a part of his history, but the way Alex calls him is the most important of all. Because to Alex, he is sweetheart, amor, and corazón; Alex calls him mi vida in between kisses and whispers hermoso, lindo, precioso with his wandering hands working through Henry’s body. His name sounds better when it comes out of Alex’s lips. or 5 times Alex calls Henry a pet name in Spanish and one time he calls him by his name or Henry learns Spanish one pet name at a time

to belong to a family (even beyond this world) (2.5k - 578 kudos)

this one, this one i wrote with my own soul, i used my tears as ink, wrote it for the Halloween Huh fest and it all the comments have made me so incredibly happy

“Talk to him. They listen, they always listen,” Ligia says and Henry nods, she squeezes his hand again before turning back and leaving him alone in front of the ofrenda. It's very rare that Henry has been at a loss for words when he tries to talk to his father. He has spent countless nights speaking to the stars, looking for Orion and hoping that —wherever his father is— he is looking for it too. “Hi dad,” Henry says softly, taking another look at the picture of his father, smiling at the camera. “I missed you.” or When Alex and Henry go to Mexico for Día de Muertos a familiar face appears on the Díaz ofrenda

you are an idiot (i missed you) (1.6k - 475 kudos)

wrote this on a whim, blacked out and pulled this out of nowhere, my first fic for aftg and really just an excuse to write Andreil being married for convenience™

The best, and arguably the only, good part of playing on opposing teams from your husband was getting to play a match against him. Therefore one could say that Neil was very excited about getting to play against Andrew tonight. Not only because for the first time since the season started they'd finally be in the same State and City (And later after the game, the same house) but also because Neil thought Andrew was 100% hotter when he was playing (Not that he would tell him out loud), and seeing him live was definitely better than seeing him on a screen. There was also the added bonus of the infamous Minyard - Josten Rivalry. Or Neil and Andrew are having too much fun with their rivalry until someone else takes it too seriously, and then they have a talk.

Being a not native english speaker means that fanfic does teach me a lot of stuff, namely vocabulary this year stars some bangers

Saccharine

Ubiquitous

Litany

Chagrin

Filibuster

I created a total of 19 docs, which doesn't mean there's 19 fics there, but it also doesn't not mean it

Alex's POV wins with total of seven fics

Six fics have the tag of Alex Claremont-Díaz Speaks Spanish

Three of my wips have an outline longer than 10 pages

there's a 30%? chance I will write smut at some point in the new year

my funniest doc title is "If you have religious trauma and you know it clap your hands"

This year has been crazy, for many reasons but I'm glad I found this space and I'm glad I'm back to writing, and on top of it all I'm glad of being able to meet so many because of it.

And the year is not over yet! There's still more to come!

I'm tagging a few people, don't feel pressured to do this but if there's anything you feel proud of I'd love to see it @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @littlemisskittentoes @ssmtskw @raysletters @14carrotghoul @heybuddy-drabbles @suseagull04 @everwitch-magiks @sherryvalli @rockyroadkylers

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So the scene or rather recurring scene I wanted to talk about was Yeosang threatening to use the reset card every now and then. I love it when he's being a lil shit but somehow here with his expressions and actions (he was also hiding to scare San on the other side!) it just screams menace and I LOVE IT. I need a compilation of Ateez just being absolute menaces you know.

Also the whole you're a teacher??? reminded me of that meme about some kpop poster turning out to be a neurosurgeon irl. Always fun when these small pieces of real life info come out.

I remember telling one of my work friends about Ateez recently in the most muted fashion possible only to conclude with ✨my talented babies ✨ and she was like 🤨🤨

I currently don't have any kpop friends near me so I miss squealing about Yunho tearing apart chips packets with his feet or smth

-bulleo bulleo anon

i swear i've seen somewhere before where hongjoong said yeo was the hardest to raise because he doesn't listen LMAO he is definitely an overlooked menace just because all the other menaces (read: wooyo) are so much louder than him :')) i LIVE for ateez being absolute menaces like they're all just our goofy silly lil boys 🥰🥰🥰

no sometimes it's so weird to think that behind each and every blog is an actual person doing adult/teenager things like we got people out here writing the most toe-curling mouth-foaming smut and they be working a professional corporate 9-5 jobs every day AHAHAHAH like can you imagine the lawyer that you hire to defend you in court is secretly an ateez stan who reblogs fics with hashtags like ARF ARF ARF ON MY KNEES or HE'S JUST A BABYGURL WITH BIG BROWN EYES YOUR HONOUR

[slutforsfender]

Hey I don’t know if you could do an imagine of being with Sam when he meets Bruce Springsteen with the boys and him being so emotional after and comforting him x

Meeting Idols (Request)

Sam Fender x Reader

You were currently backstage in Italy with your boyfriend, Sam and his bandmates. Sam was pacing up and down, pulling out his hair as he was told Bruce Springsteen was coming to talk to him before he went on stage to support the idol of his.

"Darling it's going to be okay, he already likes you otherwise you wouldn't be here now supporting him. Stop stressing, I will be here I promise" You said, grabbing his hands and looking in his eyes.

"God what would I do without you?" He questions as he settles.

"We'll never know, I think he's coming now. Come on" You say as you pull him to his mates.

"This is mental like" Dean says as they all group together.

You leave them all to stand together as a band while you go towards the back.

"Hiya all of you. I just want to say good luck for tonight but I have no doubt you will do incredible as you usually do"

"Fucking hell like this is incredible right now. Can't even believe me eyes right now like. We just wanna say we are honoured to have this experience, it means the world like to us lads" Sam says, trying to keep his composure,

"Well you are an incredible performer so the honour is mine, I'm sure you will do great as you usually do. No need for any nerves" Bruce assures the lads in front of him.

"I just want this is a privellege for us all especially for me. I mean you are on of me idols like and my brother showed me your music so you have a special place in my heart so this is incredible. Thankyou" Sam explains before Bruce has to leave.

He hugs each one of the lads before he had to leave which you are pretty sure made them all nearly collapse right then and there.

You straight away walked up to Sam to see him with tears coming down his face.

"Come 'ere" You said, engulfing him in your arms.

"The imposter syndrome is real" He whispers into your shoulder.

"You deserve all of this Sam, don't be silly. I'm so proud and happy for you" You say as you look into his ocean eyes.

"Thank you darling. Reet I need to go get ready for the stage" He explains, wiping his face.

"You're gonna be incredible. Smash it" You assure him before giving him one last kiss.

Your heart had never been so full seeing the lads so happy and in shock after meeting Bruce and now playing for his tour. You couldn't wipe the smile of your face just like the boys.

You blew Sam a kiss as he put his guitar over his shoulder as he gave you a nod.

You watched the whole performance with tears in your eyes as you see your boyfriend and close friends living their dream. It was an incredible performance as usual with such a special feeling.

Soon as Sam came off stage you gave him a kiss and told him you loved before you all ran off to go get ready to watch Bruce's performance.

It was such an incredible night and you couldn't be any happier or prouder.

[elenwen-and-ondolemar]

OrienStricken: Elenwen: I assume that it is safe to say that the familial structure back in your homeland is probably noticeably different from those of us from Skyrim. My question is in which ways do you see the biggest difference in how a typical family from Skyrim operates compared to your beautiful Isles?

Ondolemar: what was it that you did prior to becoming a Justiciar, and was the path to becoming one difficult? In what ways? Also, what is your opinion on the Foresworn and their heavily combative presence in the Reach?

 Elenwen: Yes. Family is of the greatest importance among us. Our connection to the Divines is as the children of great ancestors. As above, so below. I am not intimately familiar with the structure of Nord families, but I can outline a few differences.

Most obviously, our longer lifespans ensure that there will be more generations of the family alive at the same time. Children learn from their revered elders of a few centuries back. The presence of these elders teaches our youth a patience, humility, and self-control that does seem to be lacking among the young Nords. Men believe that they can surpass their parents and reach the height of their powers by the time they've turned twenty. An Altmer youth has no such silly illusions, and thus rarely defies the direction of his or her elders.

It is also noticeable to outsiders that we often have fewer children on average than most human societies. There are a number of fantastic theories and wild slanders explaining why. The simple truth is that we have only the number of children whom we can maintain with the care they deserve. With our long life spans, and having long since conquered the spectre of infant mortality, this translates to a cultural ideal of no more than three children in a family. Three is a number with great significance in our culture, but I will not bore you with numerology.

One drawback of the Third Dominion's wise decision to close its borders to the outside world, however, has been that Greater Tamriel's viewpoint of Alinor has remained much as it was at the end of the Third Era. After the Great Anguish, and under the wise insistence of the Thalmor, family size in Alinor was much increased for a time.

Ondolemar: And has again, since the War . . . I probably shouldn't have said that.

Elenwen: The Dominion did not suffer an exorbitant number of casualties in the War.

Ondolemar: So you want to know how I became a Justiciar? A superiorly bred mer such as myself was of course trained since childhood to take up this position. My father was a Justiciar before me, and I have always striven to honour the legacy he left me.

The official training of Justiciars begins in specialized academies within the Dominion. Our course of training is taxing and diverse, and I am not at liberty to disclose our full methods, but a Justiciar should only leave the Academy when he or she is well trained in combat - both physical and magical -, magical theory and practice, law, theology, and a cultural expertise that will - one hopes - match their future assignments.

In practice, however, one ends up where one is needed by the Dominion. Plenty of current Justiciars got their start in the First War against the Empire, when their expertise might be needed anywhere, and while I served in the Justiciars before the War, I had that same experience in Cyrodiil of taking up one responsibility in the morning, and having a completely new problem to solve by evening. One learns to combine discipline with a certain amount of flexibility.

After that experience, my duties in Markarth are consistent, dull, and unexceptional.

The Forsworn are perhaps the exception to that, but even then, their attacks mostly take place outside the city. The Aldmeri Dominion does not meddle in the internal politics of the Empire, so the Forsworn's struggles with the Reach are outside my purvey, unless they threaten Dominion representatives.

From a historical point of view, the Forsworn are yet another creation of the Septim Empire's harsh treatment of its provinces, and there is some poetic irony in watching the situation unfold.

[cant-get-no-worse]

I like that some sensed people are still able to recognize that whether Erling Haaland or Leo Messi take the award home, it's valid. Changes from all the others ~ wave hand in a general direction ~ people. Not even to mention how past and current football figures agree on it too. Soothes my mind.

Honestly I'm just tired of talking about it, since 1) it's silly 2) it's settled 3) it's simple. Let's make it plain.

"Why not just put the goals?"

There are awards for the best goalscorer. This isn't one of them.

Brief comparison

Haaland had a maddening records breaking season, won the treble, but didn't show up for the semi and finals of those. Messi did an average club season (equal to, if I remember correctly, the "excellent" season of Antoine Griezmann so, there's that.) and an all-time World Cup campaign. It's a WC year; it has since after 2010 (year of change of criterias + voting participants) weighted on the BO's results.

The reason it's a close call this year is cause of the treble (huge weight) balanced by the ghosting of Haaland during those crucial points vs WC all time balanced by the average club season of Messi. Haaland being a 9 means that when he's not there, he doesn't do anything for the team. Stems from his position. Whereas if Messi doesn't score, he still has his passing and playmaking which, picture me surprised, actually make him having more impact as a player for his team.

Look at the pic. Make the needed mental gymnastics. To get to the conclusion that one of them is robbing the other is mental. Both are deserving.

WC's weight

It's ultimately this and the WC's weight (and I sure ain't about to get into an argument comparing the treble, insane achievement that can be achieved every year, to the WC, insane achievement that can be achieved once every four, and being the MOTT of said tournament) that makes it tip towards Messi, even though I expect the votes to be close. The WC has been held over Messi's head for more than a decade. Everyone knew that if he put a consistent season and a good WC campaign, he'd been a strong contender. He had a consistent season and had an all-time, MOTT WC campaign. Point's made.

Criteria : Vital role

Another point: the "vital role in the team and honours" criteria. Haaland makes this City team dominate, not a shadow of doubt. But Kevin de Bruyne is the one that's vital to it. Take away KDB and Haaland isn't there (once again: stems from his position. He's a 9.)

Due to his national team not being in the WC (which once again : he's indeed from Norway, a NT which hasn't much WC history. But, in 2018, Messi single handedly drew Argentina to the WC. Haaland wasn't capable of this.), he couldn't prove himself to be crucial there either. So, Haaland is important but not vital to this City team, whereas Messi was important in PSG (a-fucking-gain, 40 G/A, this isn't an argument) and vital for his NT. There you go, one criteria more.

Sweet sweet "robberies"

When you got R9, Wenger, Henry, some France NT (Griezmann and others, can't recall), Hazard, Silva and co - current/former players who played and know the weight of the WC - saying Messi deserves it; the club coach of Haaland saying they'd both deserve it ; and you arrive to the conclusion that Messi is robbing Haaland (or, for that matter, that Haaland would be robbing Messi), then the true reason of your positionning can't be clearer.

And finally,

Those are what you call robberies. Can't be one when both deserve it. Haaland will be just fine and will have plenty of WC-free seasons to destroy every records available and show up at crucial points. Chill. I'm done talking about this, people are to stuck to their own opinions to be changed atp.

This is a fun night, I'm so ready to make fun of everyone's fit and awkward talk. It ain't that deep. Hope everyone, whether for Haaland, Messi or bloody Musiala has fun!

[pure-ablution]

Can you talk more about how you plan your goals and what you want to achieve in the future, the mindset and attitude, and how you stay focused and maintain momentum?

To me, discipline and proper planning are the most important aspects of achieving my goals. I can only maintain momentum whilst I’m up in the air; if I allow myself to droop, even for a little while, it feels impossible to get up again. I have my routines and rituals because I’ve committed to them and they ground me, they keep me focused. I’m not the sort of person who can put something down and pick it back up again easily—I have to stick to it consistently, and I’ve found that that’s the best way to see results anyway.

I plan things carefully, but I don’t let myself get caught up in the planning stage. I knew a boy at school who spent so long creating the most perfect, scientifically proven and effective, beautifully formatted study plans for the run-up to his final exams, and he ended up failing all of them—because he’d spent so long planning that in the end, he didn’t have the time to actually study. I think that a lot of people can accidentally let life fly by without them, and a lot of people think that their lives have to be put on pause whilst they achieve some goal or another: for instance, they say that they can’t go out and start a new social life or learn how to do their makeup until they’ve lost weight. This is silly—you should be staggering your goals and plans so that they work simultaneously with one another, or at the very least, take on a logical pattern.

For example, I sat down at the start of my serious dedication to my appearance, with a printed picture of my face in front of me, and devoted an hour to really scrutinising hard and determining what was really necessary. I judged which surgeries and procedures were needed and what was excessive, and then planned them out to a sensible order. It made no sense to have a rhinoplasty done before getting my orthodontic work, because my teeth could shift my new nose entirely out of joint, so I prioritised having my teeth fixed first of all, and planned to reassess once my lower face had begun to settle into shape. I had my lips blushed six months before I had them filled, so that the colour had time to settle and the filler wouldn’t blanch out my natural lip colour. I bought new skincare products in a staged process, starting with cleansers and prescription treatments and ending with masks and devices, because I didn’t want to overload my skin with too much at once, and I wanted to work in a systematic way.

I give myself a very strict timescale for planning, I use a plain notebook and pen to create charts and checklists, and then I force myself to get the ball rolling before I start to second-guess myself and make amendments. I don’t waste time with fancy computer programmes or journalling techniques that require time to master, I just keep things plain and effective, and I focus on the action over the documentation. Currently, I’m nowhere near the end of my plan and I still have courses to complete and competitions to win, and I want to graduate with honours and offers, to get engaged and married, to have children. In the nearer future, I have my baptism scheduled and the end of my conversion process, I have some places to visit and things to buy, I need to have my braces taken off and start booking consultations for my rhinoplasty, and I’m going to take my intermediate certificates for the languages I’m learning. I’m always working towards the next step and I think it’s important that you’re able to not only identify your goals, but also be able to break down the steps you need to take to reach them, and get started as soon as possible.

[ankhegs-in-my-salad]

9 People You Want to Know Better Tag

Tagged by @redroomroaving, thank you!!!!

Three ships: This is the moment I realise that I'm not actually a massive shipper unless it's OCxOC. I could cheat and do three Abdirak ships but I'll refrain. I'll go with the categories Taken Over My Life, New Ship, and Evergreen Ship.

Abdirak x Elorin (BG3, Elorin is the one OC I will allow here, this pair has taken over my life), Morrigan x Alistair (DAO, I'm still on my first playthrough and I know Alistair probably wouldn't survive this ship but I am FEELING it), Roslin x Adama (BSG, an obvious one I know but your honour I love them)

First ship: Oh this is tough. The very young monsterfucker in me was extremely happy when Goliath and Elisa (Gargoyles) hooked up though. It's probably them. Xena and Gabrielle probably were a close second

Last Song: TRUCKS IN PLACE by Ludwig Goransson

Last Movie: The Meg lmao. I'd never seen it before and I needed something ridiculous to captivate me while on an exercise bike

Currently Reading: Your Mind Is A Terrible Thing by Hailey Piper

Currently Watching: Finally braving Good Omens 2, only one episode in though.

Currently Eating: Shin Noodle cup

Currently Craving: A larger Shin Noodle cup

Favourite colour: Black. Don't come at me with your "it's not a colour." I'm not a physicist, I don't care

Favourite flavour: Shin Nood- JOKING. How can one pick a single favourite flavour?? Impossible.

Current obsession: Baldur's Gate my beloved

Last thing I googled: China Mieville (somehow I missed he was released a novel today!!! - a collaboration with KEANU REEVES?? ?)

Favourite season: Hard to pick between winter and autumn. If forced to choose I'd go with autumn. Ask me tomorrow and it might be different

Skill I’d like to learn: I'd like to actually git gud at art but I can kinda draw so let's assume it means from scratch. Programming probably, I'd love to play around with making games

Best Advice: Don't stress about aging. I'm a lot happier at 35 than I was at 25. Don't be afraid of it and don't let anyone tell you that you can't Stay Silly.

No pressure tags for @insanefan @gothic-ivory @sweetmage @tavyliasin @cedar-phoenix and anyone else who'd like to play!!

[perfectly-clear-from-here]

heres my current top 10 mk songs/recommendations because he deserves all the love and appreciation in the world!

10. adios ta-ra ta-ra - change the show - just recently got into this one (thankyou, you know who you are 👀) and i cant stop listening to it!! also very much milex coded...

9. better than that - dfwya - the amount of times ive screamed "maybe its the time and place or maybe its your stupid face thats turning me onnnnnn" in the past week alone is absurd-

8. better left invisible - colour of the trap - theres so much to say about this good lord- i just love it so much *coughcough more milex*

7. rearrange - colour of the trap - ive listened to this exactly 100 times, if you havent danced around your room to this on full volume youre doing it wrong

6. inhaler - colour of the trap - literally inspired the entire vibe for my current wip fic (pinned post ahh!) the bassline aswell- good lord

5. dont forget who you are - dfwya - this song has a very special place in my heart and it has got me through more than i can admit

4. before it's midnight - b-side - sooooo underplayed but christ its such a gorgeous song and it is very firmly stuck in my head ahh

3. wrong side of life - coup de grace - another heart breaker, literally start bubbling every time i hear it oh my god

2. telepathy - colour of the trap - um oh my god? love it love it love it (also milex coded ahhh)

THE COMPETITION!!! - b-side - this is one of my favourite songs of all time and it is SO criminally underplayed so please give it a listen!!

thank you for listening to my silly little opinions <3

(i struggled narrowing it down to ten so badly so honourable mentions to: cold light of the day, night runner and dont let it get you down!! and little illusion machine w/ death ramps ahhh how could i forget)