#/hope this is ok!

[starshinc]

@electricea liked for a mute!izuku starter! (Accepting!)

He can’t help his hesitation upon entering the classroom - actually, it took a gentle tug from the dog at his side to start moving forward towards his seat, soon settling down. At least he only had one desk neighbour on one side. Ah, what if..?

There’s a moment or two of hesitation, before one hand waved to the boy, trying to get his attention. Hello! The sign came first, but Izuku was also aware that not everyone understood sign language, so… it’s seconds later that he hastily scribbled a note.

Hello - I just wanted to make sure you didn’t mind Ramen? He’s a good boy and won’t be any trouble, I promise. He gestures down to the dog - a golden retriever, with a working dog vest on, complete with a couple of pouches to hold items, curled up on top of Izuku’s feet. I can probably arrange to move if you’re not a fan of dogs? Sorry for the trouble!

[starlingisms]

starter for @daringsunflowers !

"Man, were you really going to keep me waiting all night?" Percy teased as Zeke showed up. He had been nursing the same drink at the bar waiting for his friend. Despite his playful tone, Percy's face lit up as a large grin tugged at the edge of his lips. "Just for that, this next round's on you."

[andante--andante]

who: @musesoface (landon) where: landon's place

This ongoing situation with Landon was still a little new but it was nice fun little diversion for Ophelia. Since she was already used to carrying an extra set of clothes because of rehearsals, staying over at his place after a night was convenient enough. As she had just drifted off to sleep, she felt a shift beside her and a jolt that caused her to groggily sit right up. "Mm--what's wrong?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

[autofloricide]

Venetia remembers to lock the door next time she bathes. All the doors. She has Felix's estate keys—a brass ring filled with slender brass keys, each worn smooth and golden from a lifetime of his touch—and starts from Oliver's room, down through the dressing room corridor, the bathroom, and finally Felix's bedroom. Her heart drops a little lower into her stomach each time the lock turns; there's almost a finality about it, like sealing a great and ancient tomb. Only then does she climb inside Felix's giant bathtub, her wrist though the keyring like a curious bracelet, and sip from a bottle of Dad's favourite gin until she can't keep her eyes open anymore. It's a little disappointing when she wakes up in the morning, finding a worried maid and a stoic-as-ever Duncan standing over the edge of the tub. He reaches into the water, all the way down to his elbow, soaking his uniform through, and smoothly yanks out the plug. "I was just tired, Dunc," says Venetia quietly, her voice ragged from poor sleep and overindulgence. She manages a tiny, watery smile. "Couldn't fall asleep in my own bed." Duncan silently takes a towel from the maid and dismisses her. "I can bring you to your quarters." He doesn't wait for her reply, simply pulling her out of the tub like a newborn calf and covering her up. It's not embarrassing in the slightest, to be honest; Duncan is practically a father to her. She waves him off as soon as she gets her bearings. "I've still got two legs; I'll manage fine. Thank you very much, Duncan." He stares at her for a long moment, long enough that she can read between the lines in his face and know he is deeply concerned. "Will you be taking breakfast?" "Just tea to start." Which he already knows means and nothing else. With a nod, he disappears. Leaving Venetia alone again, nursing the world's ugliest hangover, heart heavy in her chest. She shuffles down the hall, hair and skin still sopping wet, far too wet for the towel drawn up under her arms to really be of any use anymore. Behind her is a long wet trail on the floorboards that looks like blood under the dim lights. She almost doesn't notice the movement up ahead. And then she wishes she didn't when she takes a second look down the hall and realises it's Oliver fucking Quick, doing God knows what in their bloody house. "Something… is deeply wrong with you," she spits, laughing in disbelief. "You know that, right? They need to fucking put you in a lab and cut your brain open."

[professorxwolf]

Welcome..I Guess... | C&L

Why in the actual fuck had he agreed to this... Ciaran knew why, and it was the same bloody reason why he had been getting himself into these situations for years now: He was too damn nice for his own good sometimes. He had been fortunate enough to not have his home or pub wiped out by the lastest island fuckery, so it would have been a real dick move to not offer space that he had to someone who needed it. Hindsight and all that shit had soon after set in but it was too late now to do anything about it. Not that he could have in good conscience anyway. He would just stick to the plan; let this Lilim have his bedroom and bunk on the couch or at the pub, and spend as much time brooding in peace as he could, thank you very fucking much..

The knock at the door was almost too quiet to rouse him from his whiskey haze but he managed, rubbing his forehead as he stumbled towards the door. Remembering that he hadn't even fucking bothered to stop at the market or anything. Shit.. Swinging the door open, he regarded the petite brunette on the other side with a smile that tried to be somewhat warm. Ish. "Hey. Lilim, eh? C'mon in love, I'm Ciaran"

@littlexlilim

[mistressxgrace]

Meeting Santa | Grace&Kai

It had taken a few days, due mainly to her own busy schedule, but Grace had finally managed to find a free evening to take Kai to his promised dinner. The holidays and few weeks after were so terribly busy, what with managing both her shop here and the ones that she owned that were scattered across the globe. So the evening break was something she was actually looking very forward to. She had sent this lovely Kai a note to meet her at the shop at promptly eight o’clock, and by that time she was changed and ready. Dressed impeccably, as always, in a vintage deep ruby satin gown. After flicking the sign on the door to ‘closed’, Grace finished up a few things until the delicate chime of the bell caught her attention. Right on time..very good.

“Kai, I presume?” The vampiress asked, coming out from behind the front counter, pale elegant hand extended in greeting. “I do hope that the guards did not cause you any trouble in leaving? I made certain that my instructions were very clear” Grace smile graciously, sable eyes taking in the young man.

@malakainolanti​

[daisyxlynch]

Love Potion #9 | Daisy&Matt

{continued from anon}

Gosh..what was going on with her?? It wasn’t unusual for Daisy for want to see Matt, he was one of her oldest and closest friends after all. But this was different, more intense that just a desire to see him and catch up over ice cream or drinks. No..she needed to see him. With a burn that went all through her body and left her nearly lightheaded. Just the image of his face, the feel of his hands on her body... Okay this was silly, sitting her and letting her imagination run wild, when the real thing was oh so much better. And he liked her! He wouldn’t tell her no. So Daisy dressed with care, feeling particularly merry with the holidays coming up, and drove to his house as fast as she could. Hoping he would be home..

And he was! The redhead smiled widely when Matt opened the door, instantly greeting him with a crushing hug. “Surprise! I just had to see you!”

@matthewxclarke​​

[donutdrawsthings]

People all over the world are thinking of you!

[paperandpencilsandskips]

Post inspired by @fleshdyk3

Me: Man I hope my blueberries are ok, I left them in my hot car for a bit

The avaricious mold spore:

[virtualplushy]

healing is when you have an intrusive thought and instead of having a meltdown you go “girl what?? shut up” and move on

[cyber-corp]

Had a dream where Johnny from “The Devil Went Down To Georgia” came out as a trans woman and the response was so unanimously positive it reversed nearly all of the transphobic bills in the South. She played live in Georgia to an audience of about a third of the US.

[isjasz]

[Ready for a new game?]

day 11 definitelynottober - heart in your fist & week 1 weeklyhermittober - beginnings

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IM SO READY LETSGO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW LIFE SERIES💥💥💥💥💥💥

[andante--andante]

who: jianhong @icxnvc where: the green

It was just after rehearsals and Ophelia was cutting through the Green to grab dinner before heading home. She was physically tired which meant she was also not in the best mood. As she walked, head down, she bumped shoulders with someone. With a frown, she turned and rubbed her arm, about to apologize when she saw who it was.

"No way. I thought you were off waltzing around the world instead of being here in Denver," Ophelia scoffed. "What are you even doing here, Jianhong?"

[slutdge]

i do not think you could do that actually, tiktok user

[professorxwolf]

Painless | Ciaran&Wat

“Motherfucker...” Ciaran cursed loudly, as the old letter opener slid across the envelope like a hot knife through butter, piercing his finger. Dropping the family heirloom that bore the O’Bryan crest, he reached for a Kleenex and wrapped it around the tiny but oozing cut. Guess he had gone a little too hard when he’d sharpened it this last time.. As the wolf put pressure on the wound he noticed something...odd. The more pressure he put, the harder he pressed..the better it felt. In fact, small shockwaves of pleasure began to vibrate through his body, leaving him wanting more. “The fuck is goin’ on here..” Ciaran muttered, even though he knew the answer. It was another bloody spell wasn’t it?

Waving off the nonsense, he pulled the first aid kit out of his desk drawer and bandaged up his finger, intent now on getting on with his business and forgetting whatever fuckery was messing with his mind. Yeah..easier said that fucking done. He should have known. Navy eyes landed on the opener once again, as his body stirred to life. More. He craved more. Ciaran’s hand moved before he even remembered thinking about the command, taking the cold metal and aiming the point towards his palm. One more cut, what harm would that do..

The wolf seemed to go into a trance then, only stopping when the door of his office swung open. “Go.. Get the fuck out, mind ya own goddamn business” Ciaran bit out. Chest heaving, body on fire. And arms coated in blood, which must have been what had drawn Wat to him.

@watfletcher​

[wewontbesleeping]

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???