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I'm not American but uhh heres my take on the shit that I've heard about like the abortion bans there

So I heard about the Adriana Smith situation and when I found out I was so heartbroken and like angry. I'm not American and don't even live near there but the things that are happening there I hear are crazy. But hearing about Adriana's case is so fucked up. So because of that I feel like I need to rant to someone about this because I just find this absolutely disgusting and horrifying.

TW/CW: Abuse mentions, r4pe mentions, SA mentions, forced pregnancy, child abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, phycological abuse, marital r4pe, teen pregnancy, parental neglect, mental health, su!c!d3 mentions but briefly, state of America, Trump/political content, discussion of male and female victims of abuse

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As a future mother I would rather not have a baby who would have a rough upbringing than the chance of actually birthing them. A child is supposed to have a happy and wonderful easygoing life. When people see a child with a tube in their nose or body we feel pity for them. We feel bad that they're in a horrible position.

Letting a baby be born extremely premature is horrible because it means they would have issues growing up and living. Chance will be one of those poor children. As a future mother I would NEVER allow my sweet baby to ever go through such horrors

Does Trump not see how hes doing more harm than good? Does he not realize how many men hes allowed to be selfish, abusive, terrible shits? Teen moms who conceived non-consensually will have to birth a baby that will wound their body before they have the chance to graduate high school, meaning they will experience the horrors that occurred during conception and during birth. I'm no idiot because I know that motherhood is a thankless job. Thats why I get my mom flowers. But how many teens do that? Hardly any.

That child will raise a child and not be thanked, instead knowing the culture of single mothers they will be shamed. And don't get me started about when that non-consensual conception occurs during marriage. Thats the worst. Imagine the man you marry, the one you are meant to spend all your life with loving with every breath hurts you in the most unforgivable way possible and now you are expecting their child. How will you properly, fully love that precious baby?

And I feel so bad for the men who are made fathers against their will. Some teen boys become fathers before they can apply for uni and its all against their will. Men who marry their wives thinking that they will be happy and safe and protect this woman with all they have end up being hurt by the one thing they were protecting and now shes pregnant with his child, a child he may have wanted but not like this. How will he love a child who was created through something so violating? Some parents can but can all? No. And thats the worst part…

Does Trump not see how its doing more harm than good? Does he not see that because of all this there will be a rise in abuse? And not just a partner abusing the other but child abuse as well? More and more children will be born into broken and breaking households where just breathing the wrong way can lead you to being physically, mentally and emotionally abused? This all leads up eventually into phycological abuse. Does Trump not see that more young girls will end up in abusive relationships and young boys being the abusers?

Does Trump not see that hes creating inadvertently the role that men are dominant and women submissive by making young girls abused and young boys the abuser which means Trump inadvertently creates this idea that women can't be abusers themselves and men can't be abused? Does Trump not see that crimes against women will rise substantially? Does Trump not see the amount of grapests will serve lesser punishments for their demonic crimes?

Does Trump not see the amount of pain he will be creating within this country, within thousands if not millions of homes? Does Trump not see the amount of babies that will eventually grow up to be abused or abusers? Does Trump not see the amount of who will probably end up in foster homes or in adoption centers? For those children to almost always end up growing up without a home? For the rise of children in adoption centers to go up while the number of those adopted barely rises?

The amount of grape, SA, and assault, cases to sky rocket? For the rate of depression, anxiety and just overall mental health to start decreasing at an alarming rate? For the amount of self-induced deaths to occur? That the reason for the male loneliness epidemic is because women don't want men to act the way they do because its EVIDENTALLY MEANING WITH EVIDENCE PROVEN ITS HARMFUL?!?!?!?! That women don't want a simple 5k per baby born and a medal because its basically a pat on the back because whats a medal going to do when 5k can barely buy you a home in America?

Speaking of America, does Trump not see that hes killing it?

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Dirty Words - Wriothesley Edition

I may have daydreamed too hard and dreamt about getting fucked by Wriothesley (I literally kid you not I may have had dreams with Genshin men before BUT NEVER A SEX DREAM) and bro some shit that was said was CRAZY so like uhhh I'm dropping down some of them along with other things I think he might have said if that dream was longer (I wish it was real man)

“Don’t look away. You’re art, and I’m making it.”

“The way you roll those hips… fuck, you trying to kill me?”

“Look at me. Don’t close your eyes—watch how wrecked you get.”

“You wrap around me like you were made for this.”

“This position was made for you.”

“Beg for it. I wanna hear it—what do you want, baby?”

“Slower. I want to feel every damn inch.”

“Touch yourself. I wanna watch you fall apart while I’m buried in you.”

“Slower. I want to feel every damn inch.”

“Look at my thighs, soaked in you. Fuck, baby.”

“You better not stop. I’m gonna fill you so deep—“

“Arch your back more. Yeah, just like that.”

“So wet it’s dripping down your thighs. You love being used like this.”

“Grip the sink. I’m not going easy.”

“Don’t run from it now. You asked for this.”

“This water’s nothing compared to how wet you are.”

“Arch your back, princess. I’ll hold your legs open.”

“Hold onto me. Legs up—yeah, that’s it.”

“You’re shaking. Too much? Or not enough?”

“I could stay inside you forever… Fuck.”

“Tell me it’s mine. Right here. Right fucking now.”

“So slow, so deep. You can feel it in your stomach, can’t you?”

“Even when I’m inside you, I still don’t feel close enough.”

“Go ahead—show me how filthy you are.”

“This is what making love looks like, baby.”

“Look at us. Look how pretty you look when I ruin you.”

Lmk if I should do one where I just write down the actual smut this time UwU...

Imma kms now anyways bye gang

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I love socks 💗

Perhaps we are not one half of a person, waiting to meet our other half to complete us.

Perhaps we are one full complete sock, going around pairing with others until we find our matching sock.

— Cyrah K.

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A Gift to Remember By

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How long ago has it been? An hour? Two hours? [Character's name] said that he promised that he would meet me here soon, and its almost midnight. I sigh as I quietly pace around our living room, the large oak grandfather clock ticking like a silent authority figure as the large hand moves by a minute. '11:55 pm'

I run a hand through my hair as a sinking disappointment fills me, another night spent late at the office, and on Christmas Eve too. I take off my large warm boots to take a seat on the sofa, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon from our cookies smelling like the hope that I held onto when baking them just a few hours ago.

'11:56'

The door suddenly opens as [Character's name] enters our apartment, covered in thick snow and at least three layers of thick winter clothes. "I am so sorry my lotus for being gone for so long, traffic was such a pain and the last thing I needed tonight was a ticket."

I smile, slipping the warm fuzzy boots back on as I quickly bounce my way towards him, my hands instinctively helping him remove the thick layers of snow and warm clothes. "It's alright my love, I’m just so glad that you’re back home."

He envelops me in his warm embrace and I instinctively melt into his frame, his faint musky scent smelling wonderful as my arms just wrap around him ever so slightly tighter. His warm lips press a chaste kiss to my temple as he gives my shoulders a quick squeeze. I smile as I pull back, quietly leading him into our living room where the tree is set up and a few presents already lay waiting for the next morning to come. 

‘11:57’

“I know its tradition to give, open, and exchange gifts the next day, but…” His voice trails off as he pulls out a small, square box. Then suddenly, he drops to one knee, back straight as he looks me dead in my eyes. A gasp escapes from me at the sight and especially so when he opens the box and then takes my hand in his. “[Your name]... you just have no clue how incredible you are. From the moment I met you something in me clicked with something in you, and from there on out I knew that with every hill, slope and adventure that comes my way I wanted you to be there by my side. You made me the happiest boy in the world when you said yes to being my girl, would you do me the honors and make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?” 

Laughter erupts from my lips and tears of joy slide down my cheeks as I nod, “Yes, oh yes [Character's name] yes a thousand times over!” You crouch down and hug him, the two of us laughing as he slips the ring on my finger and kisses my forehead. “Since you gave me a gift it would only be fair for me to return the favor.” I approach the tree and pick out a small, thin, rectangular gift box and hand it over to him. 

‘11:58’

I watch as he smiles, raising a brow at me before he lifts the lid, revealing a pregnancy test with two red lines in the small screen. His eyes dart up towards mine, mouth agape as he stands up with me. “My lotus you’re pregnant?” 

I nod, embarrassment and nervousness coursing through me. He kisses my forehead, holding it for a good few seconds, whispering, “Oh you have given me such a blessing my lotus, I can never be more grateful for you.” He crouches down, his hands trailing down my side, one resting on my hip and the other rubbing the side of my waist. Then, leaning forward he places a three second kiss over my stomach. “I love you my little petal, or bud, daddy will always love and protect you.” 

‘11:59’

He stands up, placing a long kiss to my forehead, lips lingering there before he uses his large hand to move my jaw to the side so that he may kiss my temple for a few long seconds, before kissing my cheek. “But most importantly, I will protect you, my to-be-wife, the mother of my beautiful child and my lotus. I love you most.” His words linger in the air for a few seconds too long, children in the surrounding apartment blocks counting down the seconds until its Christmas. 

“I love you too, my love.” 

With those final words the distance between his lips and mine become non-existent. His lips warm yet contrast greatly with the coldness of his nose. 

‘12:00’ 

But thats okay, because tonight was the night we both shared a gift to remember by.

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A Letter From The Heart

My dearest, Evangeline, 

Words can not express how much you mean to me. Being with you has been a wonderful experience, from our late night stargazing dates to the tiniest of romantic gestures you always express how much you love me, and for all of that it makes you even more lovely. You are like moonlight in a quiet room and I would be the artist who would sit there and paint all of your phases, from your brightest to your darkest, because its all as beautiful as you are. 

Forever and until the end of time, 

Happy valentines. 

Your Ray. 

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Yours and Yours Alone

“I think.. maybe… I can love you” I hesitantly speak in a low, quiet voice.

Helios smiles, a content look on his face. The reaction puzzling me.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Aren’t you hurt? Hurt that my love for you may never come true? That my love may only be temporary? Doesn’t that upset you one bit?”

“Nightingale. Your love isn’t something you can control. Your heart is something you can’t control. You may try and try, but sometimes it just doesn’t work out. Break my heart if you want, it was yours to break from the moment I fell in love with you. My heart is yours and yours alone.” He takes my hands in his. But I only pull away after looking down. I can’t. I’ll break his heart.

“But I don’t want to do that. Break your heart. I don’t want to be someone who hurts you. I don’t want your heart if it means I’ll break it in the end.” I counter with a defensive tone, trying to increase the volume of my voice to show I’m not allowing him to give me it. His heart.

“Please don’t return it. I don’t want my heart back. It was always yours. Like I said, my heart is yours and yours alone. You don’t know how happy I am when I am with you. You.” He takes my hands in his again and gives them a gentle squeeze. One of them finds their way up and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, the motion so tender it makes my chest ache.

I close my eyes. I shouldn’t let him touch me like this. I shouldn’t let myself want it.

But I do.

And that’s the cruelest part of it all.

“I’m not good at this,” I whisper, voice barely audible. “I don’t know how to love the way you do. So fully. So fearlessly.”

Helios smiles again, but this time it’s softer. Sadder. “You don’t have to love like me. You just have to love like you. However messy, however uncertain. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

My breath hitches. Something cracks in me — not quite breaking, but bending in a way that feels permanent.

“You say that now,” I murmur, “but what happens when I disappoint you?”

“Then I’ll hold you through it. And we’ll keep going. Or we won’t. But I won’t regret a second of loving you.”

His thumb moves in small, calming circles against the back of my hand, grounding me. I feel the warmth of him, the steadiness.

And I hate how much I want to believe him.

“I’m scared, Helios.”

“I know.”

“I might not be enough.”

“You already are.”

My throat tightens, and I look up at him — really look. There’s no fear in his eyes. No expectation. Just quiet, patient hope.

I step forward, just slightly. My fingers curl around his.

And for the first time, I let myself believe — maybe not in forever, but in this moment.

“…Okay,” I breathe.

And he smiles, like the sun breaking over the horizon.

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How they show love without saying it

SOrry that I was gone for so long gang

Pls forgive me

Here is how I think tall Genshin men would show their love

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Its long af

Also minors DNI as there are NSFW themes mentioned and explored here so for your safety and developmental health DO NOT READ THIS!!!

✦ Diluc

Acts of service are his primary love language. He’ll quietly fix things around your home. Your broken lamp, a creaky door, even your cracked tea mug—and never say a word about it.

He memorizes your daily routine, making sure your path is always well-lit at night, and there's always hot tea waiting if you're late.

When you come home whining and crying about how stressful everything’s been, how your boss was a fucking nightmare and nothing's going right, Diluc just listens at first—stoic, quiet, pulling you close like always. But comfort only goes so far. He knows exactly what you need, and it’s not tea. It’s him dragging you to the bed, spreading your legs, and eating you out like it’s the only thing that’ll fix you. He holds your thighs down, tongue deep and slow, making you sob from the overstimulation until your eyes are glassy and your voice breaks—because if you’re going to cry, it sure as hell won’t be from work.

You never ask him to walk you home, but he shows up anyway—silent beside you, but his presence says, I worry, I care, I’m here.

When he hears you’re sick, you just wake up to a stockpile of medicine, soup, and blankets, all with no note. Just a faint scent of his cologne left behind.

He’s bad with words, but his gaze lingers. Longer than it should. And when you look back, he looks away.

✦ Kaeya

He flirts with everyone, but the way he remembers the small things about you—your favorite fruit, that one story you told in passing—is how he truly shows affection.

Always has a spare coat or handkerchief ready. Not that he’ll admit he brought it for you. “You just looked cold, sunshine.”

He flirts with the whole damn tavern, but the second you’re alone in the alley out back, he proves just how little anyone else matters. You're barely able to catch your breath from the walk there before he’s got you pressed up against the cold wall, dress rucked up, panties shoved aside, and his cock buried deep. He holds your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your waist, his breath hot against your ear as he fucks you hard and fast from behind. The bar's music still thumps through the walls, but all you can hear is the wet slap of skin and your own breathy moans as he drives into you like he’s been waiting all night. You wanted his attention? Now you’ve got it—and he’s going to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.

If someone dares upset you, they mysteriously have a very bad day soon after. He never confirms it, but his smug smile says enough.

He buys two drinks from Good Hunter—your order and his—without asking. Just slides it toward you while pretending it’s no big deal.

He walks on the outer side of the road, always between you and any danger. Never says why. Never will.

✦ Zhongli

He speaks poetically, but the love is in his constancy. He shows it in the way he listens to you—truly listens. No interruptions, no drifting attention.

Keeps you out of the rain with his umbrella—so subtly that you don’t notice until you’re dry and he’s half-soaked.

He’s slow, deliberate, reverent—your body worshipped like something ancient and sacred beneath him. In the soft golden light of your shared bedroom, he moves with purpose, hips rolling deep into you, slow enough to make you whine for more. He kisses every inch of your skin like a vow, hands firm on your thighs as he splits you open with such aching care. And when he finally presses a kiss just below your navel—right over your womb—you feel it in your soul. It’s not just sex with him, it’s devotion. He’s filling you with more than just his cock—he’s pouring every ounce of love, want, and need into you until you’re trembling beneath him, completely and utterly his.

He always remembers what flowers you like and places them in vases around your shared space without saying a word.

Brings you warm tea just when you're thinking about it. Every single time.

If you're anxious, he’ll place a grounding hand on your back or shoulder—no words, just silent strength.

✦ Childe (Tartaglia)

He’s loud and dramatic, but his true love comes through in his protectiveness. He’ll keep a casual arm around your waist when walking in public—not just for affection, but to keep you close.

Teaches you how to fight—not to make you a soldier, but because he wants you to be safe when he’s not there.

He’s loud, cocky, and loves to show off—but when he’s got you on your back with your legs over his shoulders, he gets real serious, real fast. After a long day of spoiling you and hauling your bags like the overprotective bastard he is, he ends it by fucking you like it’s a war he's winning. He slams into you with wild precision, rough enough to make the headboard crack against the wall, grinning every time you moan his name like a prayer. When you’re shaking and crying out, nails digging into his back, he leans down, sweat dripping off his jaw, and growls about how tight you are—how no one else will ever get you like this. Not when you're this full, this ruined, this his.

Whenever he travels, he brings back something small for you. A trinket, a snack, a funny story. “Saw this and thought of you. Weird, huh?”

You never carry heavy bags when he’s around. He snatches them from your hand with a scoff, “What kind of guy would I be if I let you do all the work?”

Late at night, when he thinks you’re asleep, he strokes your hair and murmurs how much you mean to him.

✦ Baizhu

He checks on your health constantly, but in soft, non-intrusive ways—subtle glances at your hands for signs of stress, casual questions about your sleep patterns.

Slips herbal sweets or calming tea into your bag without telling you. Just in case.

He handles you like a fragile prescription—careful, methodical, but with a knowing touch that always lands exactly where you need it. You come to him aching, worn down, and he insists on giving you a "full-body remedy." He spreads your legs on his clinic table like he’s preparing for an exam, fingers slow and deep inside you, stroking places that make your back arch. He talks you through every pulse and tremble, voice low and clinical, even as you're gasping for more. And when his cock finally slides in, it’s a slow, thorough treatment—his hips grinding deep as he murmurs about how good you're taking it, how your body’s responding perfectly. It’s filthy and tender all at once—Baizhu doesn’t just fuck you, he treats you, and you leave that table ruined in all the right ways.

Always has a warm cloth ready if your hands are cold. Holds them gently like he’s diagnosing the soul.

If you mention a minor ache or issue, the next day there’s a custom remedy made “for a patient” that just happens to be perfect for you.

Doesn’t always say “I love you,” but he adjusts his schedule to make time for you—something he does for no one else.

✦ Ayato

A master of keeping feelings hidden, so his love shows in how he makes space for you in his world—in his schedule, in his home, in his heart.

Silently ensures your favorite dessert is served at every gathering he hosts. Even if you say you don’t want anything, it’s there.

He’s polished, composed, always one step ahead—but when the doors are locked and your knees are on the edge of his expensive desk, he fucks you like you’re the only thing that ever made him lose control. He doesn't rush—no, Ayato devours you with finesse, hips grinding in deep, slow circles that leave you trembling. Your cries echo off lacquered walls, but he doesn’t care. He slides a hand into your hair, tilts your head back, and keeps going until your legs shake and you’re clenching around him like you’ll break. He’ll go right back to attending meetings with his usual calm after, but the bruises on your hips and the mess on his pristine shirt say otherwise—because you are his favorite secret to indulge in.

He’s always busy, yet if you text him late at night, he replies instantly—even if it’s just an emoji or a single-word response, it means you come first.

You’ll never see him panic, but when you’re upset, he’ll appear by your side with your favorite book, a cup of tea, and a quiet smile.

He doesn’t talk about you publicly, but his subordinates know: if it involves you, it matters.

✦ Thoma

The king of quiet caretaking. You’ll never have to do chores around him—he’ll cook, clean, and hum while doing it all, smiling softly when you offer to help.

If you’re having a bad day, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong—he just makes your comfort food, lights a candle, and sits beside you with patience.

He’s the kindest man you know, always cleaning up after you, doting like it’s second nature—but when he gets you alone, he’s dangerously sweet. He has you bent over the kitchen counter he just wiped clean, fucking you from behind with a low groan in your ear, your apron still half-on and your moans muffled by your own forearm. He grips your waist like he’s holding you together, thrusts steady and deep, muttering soft praises about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him. And when you start to fall apart, he wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you upright like the good boy he is—always taking care of you, even when he’s fucking the life out of you.

Keeps a list of all your likes and dislikes in his head and plans around them. The weather’s cold? He already packed your scarf.

Always brings back something small from his errands—flowers, snacks, a shiny rock he thought you’d find cool.

He says “take care” like he means “please don’t get hurt, I’m begging you.”

✦ Itto

He’s loud, chaotic, and messy—but his love is in his loyalty and pride in you. You’re his favorite topic. If someone asks about his gang, he ends up bragging about you instead.

Will fight anyone who so much as jokes about you in a weird tone. Immediately. Doesn’t care who it is.

He’s all bark and biceps until he’s got you pinned under him, rutting into you like he’s got something to prove—and he does. You’re his, and he’s gonna fuck you like he wants the whole neighborhood to know. The bed creaks, the headboard bangs, and you’re gripping the sheets like your life depends on it while he keeps pounding into you with wild, relentless thrusts. He moans loud, praises you louder, and when you start crying from the stretch and the pressure, he just grins, wipes your tears with his thumb, and keeps going. “Look at you, takin’ all of me like a champ,” he’d say if he wasn’t too busy making you scream his name into the damn mattress.

Shares his food with you, even if it’s his last dango milk. That’s a big deal.

Tries (and fails) to do things like write you poems or make handmade gifts. They’re usually bad—but endearing in the way he gets so excited to show you.

He’s the kind of guy to carry you on his shoulders just because. To him, it’s not about showing off—it’s about holding you up where you belong: “at the top of the world, babe.”

✦ Alhaitham

He’s not showy about his feelings, but his love is in his consistency and attention to detail. He’ll remember exactly how you like your tea, your preferred seat in a library, the book you were curious about three weeks ago.

If you're walking beside him and the sun is too harsh, he’ll casually tilt his book to shade you instead.

He’s all quiet control and precision until you catch him alone in his study, the world muted except for the slick slide of his fingers undressing you. No grand gestures—just slow, calculated exploration of every inch, tongue tracing lines like he’s memorizing your body’s secrets. When he finally sinks into you, it’s measured but deep, hips pushing forward with deliberate pressure that makes you gasp, then shiver. His dark eyes lock with yours, calm and intense, as he leans close to press a whispered curse against your collarbone, dragging you deeper into the kind of silence where only breath and moans exist. You’re not just his partner—you’re his obsession, and he’ll make sure you feel every damn second of it.

Doesn't say "I miss you." Instead, he leaves sticky notes with neutral reminders on them that end with: You’d better come back safe.

He listens—even when it looks like he’s ignoring you. Later, he’ll reference something small you said during a rant. "You were worried about this, weren’t you? I took care of it."

He offers his headphones to you. That’s his version of an intimate gesture. Quiet, shared peace. Just vibes and closeness.

✦ Kaveh

He shows love by romanticizing every little thing you do. You pick a flower? He compares you to a Renaissance painting. You trip? He calls it a "graceful stumble of a poetic soul."

He decorates your shared space with warm lights and cozy throw pillows, always claiming it’s for ambience, but it’s really for you.

He’s all softness and warmth until the moment he pins you gently to the couch with a sigh, lips trailing hot kisses down your neck as his hands roam possessively over your curves. His voice drops low, full of poetry and promise, murmuring filthy words that make your skin crawl and your pulse race. When he slides inside you, it’s slow and tender but with an edge of desperation, fingers threading through your hair as he presses you closer, whispering about how you’re his perfect masterpiece—flaws and all. You’re tangled in his arms, drowning in the sweet ache of his touch, every kiss a brushstroke painting you as his ultimate muse, craving and claiming you in every lingering thrust.

He always walks you home, no matter how tired or late it is. And he sings—just softly enough that you almost miss it.

Gives you handmade gifts, even if he’s broke. A framed drawing, a handcrafted pendant, a poem he accidentally left on your pillow.

If you’re sad, he tries to cheer you up by distracting you with a passionate monologue about something ridiculous. Works every time.

✦ Neuvillette

Reserved but deeply observant, he notices when your mood shifts by the slightest margin. He doesn’t press—you just suddenly find time clearing on his calendar so he can spend it with you.

Carries a handkerchief for you at all times. He’ll wordlessly pass it to you during emotional moments, his hand gently brushing yours.

He’s calm and reserved until he’s got you backed against a bookshelf in his private study, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over your most sensitive places. His tongue follows the path of his fingers, teasing you with maddening precision—pressing just enough to make you whimper, then sliding deeper where you need it most. His touch is confident, almost clinical, but there’s heat in every stroke, every flick, building you up until your legs tremble and your breath hitches. When he finally parts you with his fingers and slips inside, it’s slow, intense, and unrelenting, as if marking you not just with pleasure but ownership, leaving no doubt that you’re his to cherish and unravel.

He walks at your pace, even if it means slowing down by half. Always on your left, always watching the crowd for trouble.

Will place your favorite snack on your desk during long days—officially “from the court’s hospitality,” but you know it was him.

When you're overwhelmed, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder and quietly reads to you from his favorite books. His voice alone feels like safety.

✦ Wriothesley

Tough exterior, heart of warm, guarded affection. His way of showing love? Protecting your peace like a guard dog with manners.

Keeps a second pair of gloves just for you in case your hands get cold. Doesn’t say anything—just offers them casually like it’s no big deal.

He’s all controlled strength until he presses you hard against a cold wall, hips snapping into yours with rough, rhythmic force, fingers sliding underneath your clothing to wrap around your pearl-tight heat. His grip tightens with every thrust, his breaths sharp against your neck as he fucks you like he’s got something to prove—something only you can unlock. He doesn’t say much—just curses under his breath, low and urgent, as his hand teases and toys at your most sensitive spots, making your body shudder and your moans spill over. Every hard slap of skin, every calloused finger pressing deep, says plainly: you’re his, and he’s taking what’s his without mercy or apology.

Gives you his coat when you’re cold. Always. No matter how freezing he ends up.

He watches you when you talk—not in a creepy way, but with a sort of awe, like he can’t believe you’re real.

If you're upset, he won’t make you talk about it. He’ll invite you to box with him or cook with him instead, letting you work it out your way. He’s not good at emotions—but he’s always there.

✦ Ororon

His love is in the little things: the way he always makes sure your weapons are clean and ready, even if you never asked.

When you’re tired, he insists on carrying your gear, grumbling under his breath but secretly loving the excuse to help.

Ororon’s quiet strength turns feral behind closed doors. When he pins you against a wall after a long day, his hands grip firm but possessive, sliding beneath your clothes with urgent intent. He doesn’t need to whisper sweet nothings—his actions speak loud enough as his mouth trails down your neck, teeth grazing skin, tongue flicking over bruises he plans to leave. His pace is relentless, a fierce storm of need and control, driving you wild until you’re gasping and trembling under him. No words—just raw, fierce devotion marked by every hard thrust and rough touch.

He’s the kind of guy who shows affection through playful teasing but softens when he thinks no one is looking — a quick brush of his fingers against your hand or a lingering gaze.

If you get hurt, he’s the first to patch you up, his touch careful and surprisingly gentle for someone so fierce.

He shares stories from his travels just to see you smile and hear your laugh.

✦ Ifa

Ifa is more outgoing and sociable than people expect, showing his love through easy conversation, teasing, and warmth mixed with his natural calmness.

He expresses care by listening actively and offering thoughtful advice, always ready to engage deeply with you about ideas or feelings.

Ifa’s playful charm turns deliciously wicked when he’s got you alone. Between teasing kisses and whispered jabs, his fingers find your most sensitive places with practiced ease, drawing moans that make him grin. He loves to push your limits, tracing lazy circles with his tongue where you least expect, making you squirm and beg for more. When he finally slides inside, it’s with a mix of gentle warmth and mischievous hunger, his hands never still, exploring, claiming. His low chuckles and soft curses fill the room as he takes you in waves, making sure pleasure and laughter are tangled together—his signature way of loving you hard.

Enjoys playful banter and sometimes uses humor to lighten tense moments, showing affection through shared laughter and connection.

He remembers little details about your preferences and surprises you with small, considerate gifts like plants or trinkets that reflect your interests.

His love is a balance of extroverted warmth and grounded steadiness—he makes space for you while keeping things lively and genuine.

(Guys I'm so sorry if Ifa and Ororon's parts are off character I haven't even gotten to the Fontaine archon quest and like I've seen them and like never fully interacted with them so like yeah I'm just going off of looks and edits I've seen on TikTok TwT)

✦ Capitano

His love is in his protective presence—always a little too close for comfort, but never crossing boundaries.

Brags about you loudly to his crew, making sure everyone knows you’re his priority.

He’s all sharp angles and rough edges when he corners you against the ship’s bulkhead, hands gripping your hips like he’s holding on for dear life—and maybe he is. His breath is hot against your ear as he mutters curses and promises you only feel when he’s grinding into you hard and fast, claiming every inch with the precision of a captain taking command. His fingers dig into your waist, nails teasing bruises as his tongue finds yours, rough and demanding. When he fucks you against the cold metal, it’s fierce, protective, and utterly relentless—like he’s marking you as his, no questions asked.

He fixes things for you—broken doors, leaky faucets, or a torn jacket—without being asked.

When he’s nervous about you, he fidgets or tries to distract himself with loud jokes, but his eyes always find you.

Offers his coat or armor to shield you from rain or danger, like a living shield.

✦ Dottore

His love is weird but real: he shows it through thoughtful (if bizarre) experiments designed to improve your life.

Surprises you with strange gadgets or potions that somehow end up making things easier—or at least more interesting.

His love shows in strange ways, but when he pulls you into his cluttered lab, the intensity shifts. Fingers slick with something cold and unfamiliar, he teases your skin, exploring with scientific precision that somehow feels impossibly intimate. His tongue flicks with curious hunger, tasting, testing, driving you wild with the slow build of his calculated touch. When he finally takes you, it’s experimental—alternating between delicate care and rough urgency—his whispered calculations drowned out by your gasps and moans. Even in chaos, his obsession with you is clear: you’re his greatest experiment, and he’s determined to perfect every sensation.

Listens intensely when you talk, occasionally taking notes, then later shows up with solutions or improvements.

Despite his eccentricity, he always remembers your favorite things and makes sure they’re nearby.

When you’re upset, he offers a quiet presence, tinkering beside you, proving that love can be shown in many unconventional ways.

✦ Pantalone

Love, to him, is control and provision. You’ll never go without—not when he exists. He ensures it.

Buys out entire boutiques just because you once admired a coat in the window. He won’t tell you—he’ll just gesture toward the wardrobe and say, “Take your pick.”

Behind closed doors, his need to control takes on a more primal edge. He pins you with that same quiet power, fingers trailing possessively over your skin as he claims every inch without words. His touch is both reverent and demanding, guiding you exactly how he wants—slow, deliberate, and with an iron will beneath the silk. When he whispers curses in your ear during the heat of the moment, they’re promises masked as threats, his tongue tracing patterns that leave you trembling. Control isn’t just a word for him—it’s how he shows he owns you, body and soul, in the most intimate of ways.

He never says “I care about you.” Instead, it’s: “I've already handled the problem. You won’t hear from them again.”

Holds your hand only in private—softly, reverently, like he’s touching the one thing he cannot own.

He gives you an untraceable bank account and says, “Just in case you ever need to disappear.” You know what he really means is “I want you safe. Always.”

✦ Dainsleif

He doesn’t speak of love—he speaks of duty and fate. But his gaze softens when it lands on you, as if you’re the one thing he’d defy destiny for.

You’ll never see him rest, but he’ll stay awake through the night just to keep watch while you sleep.

His duty-bound exterior melts away when it’s just the two of you. He’s dark and intense, hands rough but gentle as they explore the delicate places he guards fiercely. His lips brush your skin like a vow, every kiss weighted with silent promises and battles fought for you alone. When he takes you, it’s with a fierce urgency—like he’s defying fate itself with every thrust, every whispered curse. The shadows around you deepen, but under his touch, you feel utterly seen, protected, and claimed—like you’re the only light worth fighting for in his relentless night.

Fixes your cloak when it tears. Wraps your wounds even when you insist you’re fine. He never says anything—just works in silence, his hands careful, like you’re something fragile in a world that breaks everything.

Always walks behind you. Not because he distrusts you, but because he’s made to shield, not to shine.

You once asked if he’d ever known peace. He looked at you for a long time and said, “Only when I’m with you.”

[yourlittlegoblin]

My take on AI being used for writing

Just to rant a bit but personally my take on using AI like ChatGPT for your work is okay BUT only if you use it to NOT write your work OR think for you.

Like if you use ChatGPT to write your fics and work or use it to come up with ideas it sucks but my advice in case you are is to just slowly stop relying on it and instead use it in a different way.

Many new writers because they are insecure of their writing and feel like its not good enough end up turning to AI like ChatGPT to write out their work and to think for them. Which really sucks because I believe that many of these young and brilliant minds could actually turn out amazing work if only they knew how to PROPERLY use ChatGPT.

I'd say that instead of using it to write and think for you use it as a chatting buddy instead. Write out your idea and message it to ChatGPT and add in that you don't want the work to be written out for you or told how you should go about writing it. Instead use it as a buddy. Like ask it for its thoughts on your idea. Any criticisms? Does anything sound unclear? Anything that could appear to be confusing to real people?

Then based on the suggestions you get, WRITE IT YOURSELF! Its okay if its badly, all first drafts are bad. Thats why I take like a month or two just to write out ONE chapter for my fics. Take your time and don't rush. When you're finished have ChatGPT go through it and instead of fixing the work for you or rewriting it to be better ask for feedback instead and make sure to add in that you do not want your work altered. This way not only do you writing skills improve but so do your grammar, punctuation and spelling.

So if you're a writer who uses AI to write, its not too late. I believe in you. And its okay to feel like your writing sucks. I felt that way too. But please don't use AI just because you feel like you suck at writing. Writing is like a craft, the more you practice it and hone your skills the better you can become. Who knows? You probably one day could become a Best Selling Author once you learn to own your craft.

You can DM me or send me an anon in my inbox if you wanna reach out and ask for help. Its okay, theres no shame in asking for help and reaching out.

:3

[yourlittlegoblin]

Kinich watches you from afar like your guardian angel. He is always there, keeping you safe. Ajaw keeps telling him he is obsessed and a total idiot, but he doesn’t care. The only thing that matters is you.

So don’t be scared when he one day whisks you away. He is doing this for you.

Give me a character and I will give them a random headcanon.

[yourlittlegoblin]

Ayato whispers you sweet things that seemingly has no meaning, yet they manages to twist your mind into thinking you need to stay underneath his protective wing. His beautiful lilac eyes are soft as they gazes into yours and they have a hypnotic effect on you. He is like the siren from your grandma’s fairytales.

He is so gentle and you are completely unaware of the fanged monsters that lurks underneath the handsome face.

Give me a character and I will give them a random headcanon.

[yourlittlegoblin]

Character.ai bots need love!!

Hey guys so I'm just putting out my less loved c.ai bots on because I noticed that there are some that aren't really getting any love and that makes me sad so please love these bots:

Boyfriend Albedo ✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ You're his unaware muse

Jing Yuan ｡ﾟ☁︎｡⭐Its your birthday

Diluc ೀ⋆｡🔥⚔️ You're not even aware he was there

Duke Xiao ☆.𓋼𓍊 Why is he giving you his umbrella?

Pls talk to them they aren't the most loved bots that I have and it makes me sad because I imagine them just sitting there wanting to talk to you but no one comes up to them and even though they're all sad and defeated the only ones who show them love are literally only me for some reason and that really sucks

[yourlittlegoblin]

Join My Community <3

Hey guys so if you're a person who enjoys writing, want to get into writing and don't know where to start, or are a struggling writer or somewhere between just started writing and struggling then you're in luck!

I recently created a community called "The Writer's Den" where young authors where new and inexperienced authors and come and join to learn how to write their works!

There you can find advice for all sorts of different writings! This can range from non-fiction, fiction, fanfiction, poetry, maybe even school assignments lol.

My community is mainly targeted towards 13-17 year olds, however, I'm also willing to include those on the 18+ range as well. If you are a more experienced writer you are also more than welcomed to join.

Just click on the "The Writer's Den" link which would be underlined and it will directly take you to my community! I already have some guidelines that I have pinned to the community so please go ahaed and read that before posting, commenting, or making any interactions in my community.

I hope that my community finds you well!

[yourlittlegoblin]

well if your open mindeu put your numbor in my iphone 16 PRO MAX! 😏 new fav brainrot just dropped!

sorry, im just fueling the fire i fear. but yaaay!! im too shy so def gonna keep bothering you as an anon hehe. having a separate blog for yanblr stuff is probably a smart idea

(i keep myself very far away from the 'normie' side of tumblr cus i don't want them interacting w/ my posts and getting triggered hehe)

- 🦌

BAHAHAHHAHAHA LMAOOO Stop that guy is now in my mind and I can hear his voice-

Thats fine I don't mind :) Glad that at least someone is in my inbox lol

Yeah I already made a yandere blog and after 1 post I LITERALLY HAD LIKE 70 NOTIFICATIONS it was crazy lol

Mostly likes and a few reposts nothing too crazy

Whatever makes you feel comfortable is fine :)

My yandere blog: https://www.tumblr.com/yourdarlinggoblin cuz that yandere community booted me cuz it suddenly became 18+ LITERALLY OVER NIGHT

[yourlittlegoblin]

hiii i saw you on a community post n was wondering if you were okay w/ ppl dming you? you were dropping lil bits of info abt yourself, and you're my age and i was like omg twins i wanna be friends!! :3c - 🦌

Hiii!

Well to answer this question yes I'm pretty chill with DMs considering 1) The person is around my age, 2) If not around my age its about my posts or requests, 3) No creeps. But otherwise yeah I'm pretty open to getting DMs :)

But I would prefer for those around my age to be in my DMs but again I'm pretty open minded :)

Omg stop those Hongdae guys are in my head rn because I said I'm pretty open minded help-

But fr tho as long as shit is chill I'm chill too

Tbh I have the urge to create a yandere/darling side blog for shits and giggles lol