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AKFNENFJRJEJ DID I FINALLY FIND SOMEONE THAT WRITES FOR LOVESTRUCK?? IM— 🏃🐎

i literally just started it today (for like the ??? fifth time ever?? i keep downloading and then forgetting but i never got very far before) and AKFJEJDN ive only started jd's route in hifl and um All?? the main routes for ever after academy but i forgot how good this app is. expect me to visit ur blog often ;*

this is literally one of the sweetest message I've ever gotten in my lifeeee I'm aksjsjsk ♡♡♡ it made me so happy when I read it and I'm so thankful for you to send me this ♡ unfortunately, I'm not active on lovestruck fandom anymore, I come here every now and then because I still love to interact with the people, but I haven't played the game in years :( but I knoe kate (@peachesandlesbians-writes) write some amazing lovestruck pieces, and @thedemonturnip does too, so definitely check them out ♡♡!

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Helena Klein x Reader x Xenia of the Autumn Headcanons

A/N: Part 1 here! Also @rahimnassar I think you might like this uwu.

Respect and understanding is the cornerstone of your relationship. Some days are tougher than others for the both of them. 

Whenever Helena’s nightmares act up again, she gets in this quiet, distant state. It really worried Xenia the first time she saw, and you had to reassure her that all Helena needed was some space and patience. Later that night, she would talk out her feelings curled up in Xenia’s arms, with Xenia rubbing her shoulders or holding her hand. 

Xenia sometimes thinks of Val and her past. She has this melancholy aura around her, and she goes to visit his gravestone. Again, Helena was the one to be very worried. 

But she had the brilliant idea to run a bath for Xenia, complete with candles and scented oils. (Honestly, it’s a miracle Xenia hasn’t pulled a muscle by turning the corner too quickly.) She is shocked when she sees the bath; it’s been a while since anyone’s done something kind for her. 

And she pulls you both in with her to de-stress :)

Keep reading

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Riding Liora’s Thigh Headcanons (NSFW)

Let me just say.

Have you seen those thighs? Holy god damn.

Anyway, your relationship with Liora starts off slow. 

Keep reading

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i just want you to know. i’ve embraced the hornyness. i am writing a fic with a mommy kink + praise kink xo

I AM SO PROUD OF U BABE 😭🥺

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your tags. i love them. i love you. request prompts, headcanons, a part 2, anything! as always, i remain your number 1 loyal servant.

I love u so muchhh babe 🥺♡♡ pls don't tempt me, I already owe u my soul 😔🥺♡

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it's a me again shhhh don't scream, can i have those relationship hcs for poly helena and xenia pls 😔 i'm a hoe 😔😔

also i love you i think i forgot to say that ♡♡

Ily too !!! Thank you for sending in requests !!! Also, this get WAY too long, so I had to make them more “getting into a poly relationship” headcanons, rather than actual relationship headcanons :/ sorry bby, feel free to request more if this wasn’t what you wanted!

(You hoe :))

After the Witch Queen is defeated, you and Helena head to Chicago, as planned. 

But after a couple days of living there, you’re no longer content. 

Helena has zero paperwork, and she looks exactly like Helen. That always raises brows and brings unwanted attention. You have little money, which makes it hard to support two people. The city is loud and claustrophobic. You never liked your life in Chicago anyway, why are you still living here?

Helena noticies your frustrations, of course, even though you don’t say anything to her. You just want her to be happy, and if she’s happy in Chicago, you’ll make it work somehow.

But she’s not happy, because you’re not. It’s that simple. To her, not to you, because you feel guilty for promising a better life but not being able to follow through on it. You’re worried she’s only doing this for your sake, but Helena always knows the right things to say.

So a day later, you’re back in her world. And the difference is staggering. You can hear the birds chirping, the rustle of leaves in the wind. Flowers bloom in a blast of colours. You can visit Alain’s grave. You can see the retainers and Reiner. Helena can use her magic, free at last to help people. To heal, instead of fight. 

You’re happy. Finally. 

After two weeks of living in the castle with everyone else, you and Helena decide to explore the rest of the world. You say goodbye to the retainers with little sadness—because that’s the good part about being in this world. You can visit whenever you want.

You and Helena wander around, following a grassy, well-worn path that leads to a secret crook in a forest. As the trees part for you, whispering secrets only you can hear, you hold onto Helena’s hand tighter. As long as she’s with you, you’ll be safe.

To your shock, there’s no bandits or soldiers waiting for you. You see a whole new world.

Literally.

The forest is gone, replaced by what seems like a part of a city under a lord’s rule. The grass underneath your feet is gone; in its place are uneven cobblestones. The trees are straight out of autumn You see houses in the distance, but as you take your surroundings in, you notice a woman kneeling at a grave.

Wonderful. Not only have you teleported (again), but you’ve interrupted someone’s grieving. 

The stranger turns to look at you, and your breath catches. She’s like no one you’ve ever seen before. Grey skin, four arms, and a veil that covers pale eyes. She’s beautiful, in a strange, ethereal way.

Helena stiffens, already ready to protect you if need be. But there is no need, for the woman bows to each of you and introduces herself.

“I am Xenia of the Autumn, and I mean no harm to you. May I ask where you come from?”

“Somewhere far away from here. And ... where is ‘here,’ if you don’t mind me asking?” you reply, leaning into Helena.

“You’re in Altadellys, Lady ...?”

“Oh, I’m no lady. Y/N will do just fine.”

“And I am her wife. Helena. No titles needed.”

A strange expression flashes Xenia’s face, but before you can comment, she tilts her head. “You are truly not from here, are you?”

“We got lost. We’ve never been in this ... ah, area before. Would you show us to an inn, please?”

“I will do better.” She nods once, as if deciding something to herself. “I will take you to the castle and provide you with room and food.”

“Castle? Are you a queen?” Xenia seems like a peaceful sort, but you’ve tired of queens and rulers. So has Helena, you bet.

“I am no such thing.” Her chuckle is low and husky. “Come, walk with me. I’ll answer any questions you have.”

Perhaps it isn’t the best idea to trust a stranger, but your feet ache, your stomach growls, and Xenia seems nice enough. Besides, Helena will keep you safe. She always does.

On the way to the castle, you bombard Xenia with questions about the neighborhood (the Autumn quarter), the newly crowned queen, and the culture of this world. It’s all so fascinating to you, and so odd. Helena stays mostly quiet, but you catch her eyeing the surrounding buildings and environment with awe.

As you approach the castle, Helena stiffens up. “Do you always have an invisible guard with you, my lady?”

You glance at her, not seeing anything, but Xenia merely raises an eyebrow and tilts her head. “Why, yes, I do. Protection is important, is it not?”

Silence reigns until you arrive in front a large oak door, and Xenia excuses herself with some tips on how to navigate the castle and call for her, if need be.

You and Helena decompress while cuddling, commenting on this strange world. You seem safe, or, safer than usual, and Xenia … well. 

You’re inexplicably drawn to Xenia, and you have an inkling as to why. After all, she’s similar to Helena. Mysterious, quiet, watchful. And with hurt buried deep inside her. You’ve been around Helena long enough to tell when someone hurts so deeply they can’t bear to think of it anymore. You know these things, and you want to know Xenia. You want to help.

So you stay. 

Your relationship with Xenia blooms slowly until you finally reach the point where you consider a close friend.

You make sure to always greet her with a smile, to ask her to walk around with you, and sometimes try to help her with work. (Mainly you suggest foolish plans to make her laugh, like banning parties for life.) You share conversations and later secrets, and to your surprise, Helena does too.

You see them in the library almost every day, hunched over some large tome, talking quietly. They make such a pair, Helena with her respondent hair and armor; Xenia with her dark clothes and veil. (They’re so beautiful.)

Other times, you can see them in the palace gardens, discussing their favourite flowers, a cup of tea in both their hands.

For weeks, all three of you just talk and talk, sometimes together, sometimes not. 

Which makes it all the more noticeable when Xenia starts becoming more tactile. It starts off so slow you barely notice it until it’s right in your face. Brushing of hands, a quirk of her lips, leaning into each other’s space, hand squeezes, shoulders brushing, even a thigh squeeze once. You write it off as Xenia trusting you and Helena more.

But when you walk on Xenia braiding Helena’s hair, you stop in your tracks as everything falls into place. 

Well, not really. It’s more like Xenia-Helena-love-tenderness-tea-books-braiding hair-smiles-touches-healing.

You know what I mean?

This whole thing™️ rattles around your mind, which Helena notices after she tries to make conversation with you one late night.

You bring up your … feelings very, very delicately. 

Which is why you’re completely horrified when Helena starts to cry. You think you’ve screwed everything up. You’re pretty sure you have. 

But Helena manages to steady her breathing enough to tell you the truth. “I was so worried. I never meant to hurt you; I thought it wasn’t right; she’s just so—! And I love you so much, forgive me, please. I need you, but I—” 

You manage to convince her to slow down because you get it. You do. You love Helena, and you think. You can maybe feel you could love Xenia too. 

You meet Helena’s eyes and you just know. You two share an unbreakable bond that encapsulates feelings and thoughts. That won’t change. Ever. The only thing left is to tell Xenia. 

Xenia’s eyes shimmer with a sort of hopefulness as she says, “If you choose to include me in your relationship … I will be yours, forever. You have already captivated me, heart and soul. Both of you. Still, I want to know you more intimately and be known in return. If you say yes, I promise, I will never leave you wanting or regretful.” 

And, well.

How can you say no to that?

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do you remember liora from se? tell me why i have the urge to write thigh-riding headcanons for her LMFAO. TALK ME OUT OF THIS MADNESS

BECAUSE SHE HAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THIGHS IN THE WHOLE APP, BABE also u do not want to be talked out of this thirst because u came to me, to meeee for help, this is your official message to give in to the thirst and write thigh riding with lioraaa

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I have only one question for my mutuals: why are y'all so fucking cute 🥺🥺🥺

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MA'AM I LOVE YOU AND YOUR TAGS SO MUCH !!!!! i remain your humble servant to write anything you want ✨

I WOULD KILL GOD FOR U BB JUST SAY THE WORDD

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Reigning Passions Preference: When They Get Jealous

PIAMA OF THE SPRING:

Piama, my darling girl, gets jealous so quickly. She’s the most jealous person in the whole cast. It’s not even close, either! And you’ll notice right away, too. Her bottom lip juts on, and she’ll pout for hours, arms crossed, until you see her. Everyone else teases her for acting like a little girl, but she can’t help it—you’re so beautiful, and everyone else would be idiots not to notice it. Plus, nobles will offer you gifts—gaudy necklaces, flowers that aren’t your favourite, sappy poems—to woo you when she is clearly right there. She loves parties, but not when you have to talk to everyone but her about taxes or something equally dull. On official business, Piama will leave you alone (but still mutter under her breath), but during social events, her claws come out. If a pretty princess is giggling with you, she’ll be right at your side, managing to make an insult sound refined. If a handsome prince gets too close to you, she’ll drag you away. 

But the worst times are when you seem to be enjoying their attention, no matter your intentions. Piama’s pout will get even bigger until she has to sneak away to stop herself from making a scene. A charming, sweet lady talking to you makes her feel the most insecure. She’s undoubtedly not charming or sweet (or so she thinks). Somehow, you always manage to track Piama down and hug her, whispering reassurances. She clings onto you and demands cuddles right now. She’ll need all the attention, so you best clear the rest of your evening.

AMARA OF THE SUMMER:

When Amara gets jealous, she tries to push it down until she doesn’t feel it anymore. She simply doesn’t want to bother you with such childish feelings. Although she wears her usual calm facade well, there’s something more rigid about the set of her jaw. Something darker. You notice it instantly, and all it takes is a murmured whisper and a caress to her shoulder for her to spill her troubles. Amara will still feel slightly ashamed, but she would try her best to be as honest as possible, answering all your questions and responding to your comments.

She usually wouldn’t step into the conversation if she was jealous—she thinks that’s not her place. But if you were obviously uncomfortable or needed a quick escape, she would appear right at your side, hand on her sword handle. Amara would sternly frown, and that would be enough for whoever you’re talking to to slip away. Her reward? Plenty of affection behind closed doors.

Continuar lendo

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hii it's a mee, can i has some crumbles of persephone 👉🏼👈🏼 anything is good bb ilysm ♡♡

Dating Persephone Headcanons:

Every day is a whirlwind. That’s just Persephone’s default mood. She’s excitable, a big ball of energy. She drags you out on a Sunday morning to go to the mall, the beach, or on a walk. While you’re still a bit sleepy, she’s on her third coffee and skipping around.

But if you want to have a lazy day in, she’s totally up for that too. Since she loves to be active, she’s the type to make pillow forts and wrap you up in a burrito blanket :’)

When sleeping or taking naps, Persephone always hums a little lullaby under her breath to help you drift off.

If you have trouble sleeping, she makes tea or hot chocolate and stays up to rub your back.

This lady has the best hugs. They’re so warm and comforting; you can never escape, even if you wanted to.

She loves chocolates!!! Buy her a box of dark chocolates to surprise her, and she’s yours.

She loves all types of gifts, actually! Flowers, jewelry, books, even. Everytime you give her something, she squeals and jumps into your arms for a hug.

(She has a soft spot for jewelry.)

She’s a total romantic. 

She’s the type of person to write lovey-dovey notes and sprinkle them in your work bag, or put a Post-It with a compliment on the bathroom mirror, and send you sweet text messages throughout the day.   

Oh yes, she has a rule of a minimum of five kisses a day.

And also a minimum of three hugs a day.

Persephone also loves to bake !!!

Lemon cakes, muffins, blueberry scones.

Chocolate-chip cookies !!!!

She makes a ton, so she can share with everyone.

(Especially you!)

Evenings are so domestic when she bakes. The evening light comes in through the window, everything is quiet, and you’re just watching her with the biggest grin on her face.

You take a seat on the counter, maybe help out. 

Watch her try not to make a mess.

(Get some flour on her face to tease her.)

She’s good at cooking, too! Because she’s wife material. 

But Persephone has her bad days, too. Having lived for so long, you would think she would be used to violence. But some days, she hears news about gangs fighting, humans dying, or fights between the gods that affects everyone. She gets quiet, and when she smiles, it wavers. 

You notice instantly when something’s wrong. 

When Persephone gets sad (and unconsciously has puppy-dog eyes), there are a couple things you can do. 

You can tug her into bed and drape yourself over her like a blanket, gently kissing her. 

That comforts her.  

Maybe blow raspberries to make her laugh. 

If her mood is really dark, take her out! 

Go to the park, sneak off to a spa, buy her flowers, pamper her!

It’s what she deserves !!!

Because she’s always your #1 fan.

Always.

Persephone cheers you on, supports you, encourages you, and helps you out with anything you need.

She’s just amazing :)

A blessing.

And soft, and sweet, and so very warm. 

(She also’s the type to adopt random pets.)

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yes, come back to lovestruck !!!! READ XENIA'S ROUTE she's the best thing since helena, AND I DO NOT SAY THAT LIGHTLY !!!

shhhhh I'm sleeping I can't hear itttt

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I KEEP GETTING NOTICES THAT YOU POST. JUST YOU. NO ONE ELSE. tumblr knows who truly matters on this hellscape.

GET A NEW NOTIFICATION BEEEE

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YOURE BACK!!!

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To-do List

GAME OF THRONES:

LOVESTRUCK:

hii it’s a mee, can i has some crumbles of persephone 👉🏼👈🏼 anything is good bb ilysm ♡♡ — @rahimnassar

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i have so much good stuff ready ,,,,, you’re not gonna be ready lmaooooo + i’m working on your request right now !!!

I'M GOING TO SCREAMM

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fjaioejfioe AND you reblogged my post ??? you're really doing out here doing god's gay work. ilyyyyyyy ✨ send all the requests you want queen !