#<-NOT tagging just lava again lol

[tornoleander]

The Powerful Lava Clip as promised

Mm that line delivery sure is something

Kai~

Do whatever you please with it hehe

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✫𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆, i can see you.

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fighting, swearing, tristan being an asshole, breaking things (not too graphic promise LOL) ✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | hey yall, i'm back! i hope everyone enjoys! also i tagged everyone who seemed interested, i'm sorry for the VERY late update. i'm back, mwahhh. also planning a nate archibald series, who'd be interested? lmk! ✫ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | @colbybrocks @weepingwitchofthewest @shady-writtingtalk @zulpix-blog @wheelerslover @dogmom600 @damnhati @remussbitch @yourmumstoyboy2-blog @1-800-starkindustrie

The front door opened suddenly and she whipped her head to make eye contact with... Tristan Dugray? Oh, so that's where she's heard that name!

Y/N couldn't control as her mouth flew open. She also couldn't control the words that came out of her mouth as she saw him. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."

After Y/N had locked eyes with Tristan she whipped her head to face her father. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother?!"

Her father and Kristan looked surprised — they both exchanged glances before they looked back at her. "Yeah, I guess I am?"

His answer sounded more like a question rather than a straight up reply. He didn't know why she was now seemingly opposed to the idea of him being engaged to Kristan simply because of Tristan.

Y/N looked shocked, her jaw practically on the floor. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother." Instead of a question, it sounds more like a statement.

Before any of them could reply, Tristan spoke. "Oh, hello step-sister." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying see your shocked expression. Tristan's smug remark only fueled your growing frustration and utter disbelief. You shot him a glare that could freeze lava before turning back to her father and Kristan, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

"So, this is what you meant by wanting me to spend time with my old 'friends'?" Your tone was laced with sarcasm as she addressed her father. "You conveniently forgot to mention that my 'old friend' is now my soon-to-be stepbrother?"

Her father shifted uncomfortably under her accusing gaze, realizing he had failed to properly prepare Y/N for this bombshell. "I... I thought it would be best to tell you in person."

Your frustration mounted with each passing second. "Well you thought wrong, Dad."

Kristan interjected, her voice gentle yet firm. "I understand this is a lot to take in, Y/N. But we're all going to be a family now, and I hope we can find a way to make this work."

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes at Kristan's attempt to diffuse the tension as she gave her a sarcastic smile. "Right, a family. How convenient."

Tristan leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed with a smirk still playing on his lips. "Well, this should be fun. Welcome to the family, stepsis."

Y/N resisted the urge to launch herself at him as she shot daggers with her eyes. "Don't call me that."

Kristan shot a glare at her son as she turned to you once again. "We didn't realize it would be such a shock to you,. We should have handled this better."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. You knew you couldn't blame her father entirely, but the whole thing still felt like a betrayal. "I just need some time to process all of this," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with resignation. "Excuse me."

"I thought that went great." Tristan mumbled as his mother shook his head, your father pulling her in closer.

You turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving your father, Kristan, and Tristan as your retreated to her old bedroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that your carefully constructed world was crumbling around you, and you had no idea how to pick up the pieces.

You stepped out of the car, dramatically slamming the door as you took in the school: Chilton Prep School, where she would be going to school from now. She heard footsteps from behind her, she already knew who it was.

"Welcome home, Cromwell." Tristan's voice rang. You gritted her teeth at the sound of Tristan's voice behind you. You turned slowly, fixing him with a glare that could cut through steel.

"Save it, Dugray," you snapped, your tone dripping with disdain. "This is hardly my idea of home."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Well, get used to it. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Feisty as ever, Cromwell. I'm just offering a friendly welcome to our new classmate, no need to get all... bitchy."

You narrowed your eyes at his remark, resisting the urge to roll them. "I'll take that as a compliment, Dugray. And I don't need your welcome. I know my way around just fine."

Tristan's smirk widened, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "Oh, come on, Cromwell. Where's that famous New York charm? You're going to need it to survive in this stuffy place."

"I'll manage just fine without your help," you shot back, your voice dripping with determination. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your bullshit."

You turned away from Tristan, walking into Chilton. You already hated it, everyone looked so pretentious and elitist, just like Tristan. But you weren't going to let that intimidate you. You had faced down Manhattan's elite, and you could handle a bunch of snooty prep school kids. You had grown up with these kids, they couldn't be that hard.

As you made your way through the halls, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. The students eyed you with curiosity, whispers following in your wake. But you held your head high, refusing to let them see any hint of insecurity.

Chilton was a far cry from the bustling streets of Manhattan, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in for a rough ride. But you were Y/N Cromwell, and you didn't back down from a challenge.

With a flick of your hair and a confident stride, you made your way to your first class, ready to show Chilton Prep that Y/N Cromwell was a force to be reckoned with.

"Where are you two going?" You popped a grape in your mouth as you watched Kristan grab her purse from the chair as your father tightened his tie.

"I told you earlier, we have a date."

You raised an eyebrow at your father's response, a hint of skepticism in your voice. "A date? You two are acting like lovesick teenagers."

Kristan chuckled, smoothing down her blouse as she shot you a warm smile. "Well, your father does know how to sweep a lady off her feet."

You rolled your eyes as Kristan and your father shared glances. You all knew what that meant, you had to be left alone with Tristan. You had barely managed to tolerate his presence since arriving at your father's house, and the thought of spending an evening alone with him was enough to make you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Well, have fun on your date," you forced out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

With a quick goodbye, your father and Kristan headed out the door, leaving you alone, turning around and seeing Tristan in the spacious living room. He caught your gaze and his lips curved up into a smile.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tristan's gaze met yours, his smirk sending a wave of irritation coursing through you. You knew exactly what he was thinking – that he had you right where he wanted you, trapped in his company for the evening.

Suppressing a sigh, you turned away from Tristan, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under your skin. Instead, you busied yourself with anything that would distract you from his presence – flipping through a magazine, checking your phone, anything to avoid acknowledging him.

But no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, Tristan was a persistent presence in the room. You could feel his eyes on you, his smug smirk burning into the back of your skull.

Finally unable to take it anymore, you turned to face him with a glare. "What do you want, Tristan?" you snapped, your patience wearing thin.

Tristan's smirk widened, his gaze flickering with amusement. "Just enjoying the view, Cromwell," he replied casually, as if your irritation was nothing more than entertainment to him.

You let out a bitter laugh as you shook your head. "Real classy, Tristan."

Tristan's smirk only widened at your remark, his amusement evident in every line of his face. "Oh, come on, Cromwell," he said, his tone teasing. "You can't tell me you're not used to being the center of attention. You were in New York for five years and you're telling me you didn't have the boys throwing themselves at you?"

You narrowed your eyes at Tristan, refusing to let his words rattle you. "I don't need validation from boys like you," you retorted, your voice dripping with annoyance. "Unlike some people, I have more important things to focus on than relationships."

Tristan's smirk faltered slightly at your cutting remark, but he quickly regained his composure. "Touché, Cromwell," he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "But don't act like you're immune to a little attention. I've seen the way you strut around like you own the place."

"And you don't? Please, I see the way every girl at Chilton looks at you. And I know you well enough to see how much that strokes your already, inflated ego." You paused, your voice laced with sarcasm as you leveled a pointed gaze at Tristan. "But hey, who am I to judge? If you want to bask in the adoration of your fan club, be my guest."

"Oh, I will, Y/N." Tristan let out a laugh as he watched you get all heated. He continued you watch you as you scoffed, turning your head back to the magazine.

You could feel his eyes on you, his amusement practically palpable. But you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. You weren't about to let him see how much he was getting to you. With a determined flick of your wrist, you closed the magazine and stood up from the sofa, shooting Tristan a glare.

"I have better things to do than sit here and listen to you," you declared, your voice laced with determination. With that, you turned on your heel and marched out of the room, leaving Tristan behind with his smug smirk and his insufferable ego.

You refused to let him drag you down to his level – you had bigger things to focus on than his petty games, like actually getting back to Manhattan where you belonged.

As you walked away, Tristan's amusement turned to frustration. He wasn't used to someone challenging him like this, especially not someone like you. With a determined stride, he followed after you, catching up just as you reached the hallway.

As you stormed out of the room, Tristan's smirk faded into a scowl. He watched you go, frustration bubbling up inside him. How dare she walk away from him like that? Without a second thought, Tristan followed after you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he caught up to you just as you reached the foyer.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Tristan called out, his voice sharp with annoyance.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him with a glare. "Away from you," you replied sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. "I can't stand being around you for another second."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his own temper flaring. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Like you're any better. You're nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks she's better than everyone else."

The words hit you like a slap in the face, igniting a firestorm of rage within you. "At least I'm not a narcissistic asshole who gets off on belittling others," you spat, your voice rising with each word. "You think you're so much better but you're not."

Tristan squared his shoulders, meeting your gaze head-on. "I want to know what your problem is," he replied, his tone angry. "You've been acting like you a complete bitch when I'm all trying to do is be your friend."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh, spare me the act, Tristan," you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "We both know that's not what you're after. You just want to play your little games and stroke your own ego."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "And what about you, huh?" he retorted, his voice rising in anger. "You act like you're too good for everyone, like you're above it all. Well, let me tell you something, Y/N – you're not as special as you think you are."

"You know what, Tristan. I don't care about you or your stupid games because all I'm trying to do is get back to New York. All this shit is just a rock in the road," you spat as you turned around, walking away.

"Oh really? What about your obvious drinking problem, that's why your mom sent you away, right?"

You stopped in your track as you took in Tristan's words. Fury was etched across your features as you spun around to face him, your fists clenched at your sides. "How dare you," you seethed, your voice trembling with rage. "You stupid asshole!"

You pushed him as hard as you could, causing him to trip and fall into a table. You heard a loud shattering and both of you just stared at each other before looking down to see glass everywhere.

"Shit, that's my mom's vase." Tristan's eyes widened in shock as he glanced at the shattered remains of the vase on the floor.

Your chest heaved with anger as you glared at Tristan, your fists still clenched at your sides. "You deserved it," you spat, your voice thick with venom. "You had no right to say that."

"Y/N, this vase is like two grand. It was my mom's favorite vase," Tristan scoffed as he stared down at the ground. "She's gonna be fucking pissed, idiot."

You stared back at him with anger but you knew that you needed to figure something out. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you clenched your jaw and met Tristan's gaze head-on. "I know I messed up," you admitted begrudgingly, your voice tight with frustration. "You shouldn't have been a bitch."

"Well you shouldn't have pushed me, like an psycho." Tristan's voice was sharp, but there was a hint of surrender beneath his irritation. He knew that pointing fingers wouldn't solve anything, but he couldn't help but feel defensive in the face of your accusation.

"Well I'm not apologizing-"

"Y/N, we need to figure out what to do before they come home."

And right on cue, the front door opened, revealing your father and Kristan, who froze in shock at the sight of the shattered vase and the two of you standing next to it.

Your father's expression hardened as he took in the scene, his disappointment evident in his eyes. "What in the world happened here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

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SOMETHING LIKE A DEATH KISS | KEEGAN RUSS

keegan saves you from certain death in an active warzone. after some time of being stuck in the same safehouse, he helps you let down your guard.

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, fem!reader, keegan's kinda icky in this, he calls you "kid" among other pet names, unprotected s3x, dirty talk, this is pure smut, loss of virginity

✎ word count: 1.7k words (not proofread)

✎ author's note: this has been sitting in my drafts for quite a bit lol i don't think it's my best work but i wanted to write something for keegan cuz edits of him took over my fyp for awhile (///￣ ￣///)

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"don't run."

keegan's impressed with you. just a few hours ago, you were so twitchy, eyes flitting every which way and muscles endlessly tensed. the gunfire he'd saved you from had you on constant high alert for days in the safehouse you were both holed up in.

now, you couldn't care less about your surroundings. not when he's sinking his cock into you centimeter by centimeter. the stretch stings, your body and your instincts clashing in wanting to buck your hips into his and wanting to squirm further up the bed. the hour that keegan spent working his tongue against your clit still wasn't enough, apparently.

"c'mon kid, you can take it," he breathes, right into your neck before he sinks his teeth in.

keegan's canines make you whimper and turn your head away, but it helps to distract you from the burning. you really didn't think his dick would fit in you- he told you not to worry about that.

your hands being pinned against the spring mattress is disguised as sweet as he intertwines his coarse fingers with yours. you know he's holding you down with that and his own weight over you to keep you from getting away. he knows you won't even try it, but he's just making sure.

"almost there, princess- doin' so good." more and more gravel grates in his voice the deeper he presses into you, while your voice gets whinier in a way he wants to hear so much more of.

your grip on his hands gets tighter when you realize that his dick isn't all the way in yet. you already feel so full, like your organs are being pushed to the sidelines to make more room for him. tears prick the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming feeling and keegan's lips spread into a bit of a grin when he sees them.

his hands were already getting harsh by the time you told him you'd never had sex. the hold he had on you had just gotten tighter, he'd kissed you rougher and promised that he would take such good care of you.

and he is, keegan would like to think, even when he pushes the last couple inches in much faster than the rest- he just can't help it when your little pussy is wrapping around him so tight and your breath is getting so shaky.

"ah-! kee-gan! haa- please-" you hiccup, brain matter practically melting out of your ears. the plea is a mix of wanting him to stay still and to start moving- you can't think well enough to figure out which option would overstimulate you more.

"aww- hah, see baby? told ya it would all fit- see, it's all here-" keegan's hand pulls yours down between your legs folded over his shoulders to press it down against your lower stomach. a cry pushes off of your tongue at the multiplied pressure. "fuck, gonna have to take you home with me, kid- this cunt was made for me."

the thought of keegan lifting your hips up and pressing his cock into you whenever he wants makes the little air you managed to get leave you lungs quick. if it means you get to feel this lava crawling through your veins again, you'd sit on his lap during the flight back home.

"yeah? hah, you want that? want me to take you with me? sweet girl- don't know what you're in for," he laughs. keegan's starting to creep his hips back, dragging his dick out of you until only the tip remained before he pushes back in a little bit faster.

"plea- mm, please- keegan, slo-w-" it's all you can do to choke out the bare minimum of your sentence when he's picking up the pace.

"what, you want me to slow down?" his patronizing tone is barely hidden. "you were doin' so well, where'd that go?"

keegan doesn't slow down but he stays at the same pace. there's some relief when he lets his hand up from your belly- he lets you regain control of the one hand and you use it to dig your nails into his forearm. you feel him cup the side of your face and he leans down until you're nose-to-nose. he looks smug.

"startin' to like it now, hm? y'just gotta listen to me, princess- i know just how to take care of you."

you know he's berating you for being nervous, but he is starting to become something you'll get addicted to. every time he bullies his cock back into you makes you believe him, believe that he knows what's best.

it's a losing battle trying to respond to him coherently. instead of wasting the little energy your body held onto, you tighten your legs around his waist and mash your lips against his. keegan groans into the sloppy kiss, hand moving to the back of your head to press you further into him.

he would swear that it's unintentional but his hips start smacking against yours, the sound evidence enough of how wet he'd made you. the hand still pinned against the bed is released in favor of grabbing your plush thigh. your knee is brought close to your face and you nearly wail.

"see? hah, what did i tell you?"

keegan's sighed words go straight over your head- he doesn't like that. he snakes his hand around and it grips your jaw, making your hazy eyes move to his.

sweat makes his face shine and his lips are cherry red; keegan's mussed hair and heavy gaze help to make him look almost as wrecked as you are. he leans over you until you can see the satisfaction of control in his eyes.

"what did i tell you?" he repeats. it's slower, demanding- enough to make you open your mouth against his hand.

as soon as you try to make a sound other than garbled moans and whines, keegan slams his hips into yours and keeps them there. the head of his cock grinds into your cervix and you choke on your air, nails drawing blood in his arms, eyes rolling back into your emptied head.

you feel the hand on your jaw jostle you a bit while he whispers patronizing sympathy, "hey, hey, stay with me kid," and "you can take me, princess, bein' such a good girl."

he keeps grinding deep into you, pressing your leg further into your chest- all your whimpers and strained pleas makes keegan's ego visibly inflate. it's something he knows he's already addicted to.

a spit out "fuck" leaves his mouth before he leans back up and effortlessly flips you over before you can even whine. it's no problem for keegan that you're body feels like it's made of jelly; you hips are hoisted up to meet his as he kneels behind you, already pushing his cock back into you.

it feels so different, like he's in your lungs now, your throat and your head. every bit of him invading every bit of you. you barely feel his hand drifting up your spine, until he reaches the back of your neck and pushes the side of your face into the mattress. when you strain your neck you can see his smile.

you cum in the span of the next few minutes, body shaking and back arching while keegan fucks you hard enough to push you up the mattress. he's groaning, muttering out more praises, how tight you are around him, how pretty you look like this, how he'll never get tired of this.

keegan slows down as the white-hot pleasure cools off inside of you. collapsing fully into the mattress, he huffs a laugh and pulls away, smacking your ass before he sits beside you against the headboard.

muscles slowly relax while you lay content- that is until about ten seconds later when keegan easily hoists you up onto his lap. once he has you situated, he lifts you up to line up the head of his cock again. he leans in close until his lips are brushing against yours. every time you try to close the tiny gap, he pulls his head back.

"ah-! you di- mmh- you didn't-?" you stutter as he pulls you down with one hand, the other wrapping around your back to press your chests together. fog still covered your brain, slow to clear; you're surprised when his stamina supersedes what you generally heard about men in the past.

he leans his head back as your hips meet again, a deep moan pulled from his chest. "shit, kid- so fuckin' tight still-" he grits out, already thrusting up into you. a whiny yelp escapes your lips before you're hanging onto his shoulders as he bounces you up and down, meeting you halfway every time.

sparks crackle in your stomach, your nerves still overly sensitive, and before you can even recover from the last orgasm you're about to cum again. he ignores your half-spoken question in favor of watching your tits bounce and groaning filthy words.

the last straw that breaks the flood in you is when he leans you back against his bent knees to fuck into you harder. you lose awareness of everything except him. keegan's keeping you grounded with his hands on you while he makes you feel so weightless, helpless against the pleasure he causes.

a growled "fuck-" is the only warning you get before keegan pulls you tight against him and buries his cock into you to grind into your cervix again. his hips stutter and his body goes taut while he chokes out moans in your ear. weak whimpers still come out of you every little bit, only serving to make his nails dig into your soft skin harder.

"fuck..." he repeats, a calm sigh this time. he lifts his head from your shoulder and takes your face in his hands. "fuck, baby, you're comin' home with me."

keegan kisses you and you kiss him back in agreement.

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[juaneloriginal]

Hiiiii

@shy-blue-waters im sorry for tagging you again, i know u already saw it but seriously he is so cute 😭

@bullpup-blog he got lost, sorry i took my eyes off him for one second- also i feel like the narrator will try his best to keep his hair in place but somehow it will always go back to the same spot lol

@limelemonleaf your Stanley is so handsome omg 😭😭😭😭 my drawings do no justice to his beauty. my brain lagged in the middle of drawing him phun phact.

@mariade11art bro doesn't know he isn't leaving. ALSO YOU DRAW HIM SO SILLY I LOVE IT, he is so cute 😭, tried to replicate it a little, im not sure if it turned out great-

@tsp-art-stuff-cat i have no clue why i went SO FUCKING HARD with yours, i like learned how to render mid drawing and this came out, i love how it turned out and i really love your tk design so i'm not complaining :3, kinda looks like he is about to kill u

@aiberry just know i'm not done with him, i love him so so much i want to throw him out a window and watch him fall in slow motion/aff

@lexumpysfunland bro is majestic, they glow, i have no clue why i made them green but there they are :3 also i feel like your tk in a way works like a lava lamp

aaaaaand yeah thats NOT it, i just have a ton of exams next week and i have to study (specifically math), DONT WORRY i will still draw the others :3 -- rick-ety im looking at your stanley -- honestly i feel like my drawings weren't that good this time, i'll try to make it better with the rest of the drawings :3

anyways bye :3

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Restless 🔞

In which Jungkook is simply restless, especially when making love to you.

Tags/Warnings: WAY MORE ANGST WHY IS IT SO ANGSTY, Idol!Jungkook, ADHD sex position challenge I guess?, Roma made me do it, obviously smut, multiple positions duh, primal feel?, angsty sex, denial is a river in egypt, protected sex (reader has an IUD), cum, body fluids oops, sweat?, he cums inside and outside lol, biting, manhandling, oops my hand slipped and now I wrote porn with feels again

Length: 1.6k baby, look at that

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In the time of knowing him, Jungkook had always been restless.

He can't sit still for long, can't concentrate on one thing only, has to do something at all times it seems. Only sometimes, rarely, does he become lazy or tired, it seems. You cherish those moments just as much as the rest of the time you spend with him.

Now, you and Jungkook aren't necessarily.. a thing, at least not traditionally. He worries a lot; about his job, about you, about what could happen to the both of you if anything ever went public. But there's also this sinful feeling of doing something you're not supposed to, like a kid sneaking candy behind their parents backs. There's no denial even for you that you can't help but go back every single time. The feeling of longing sometimes just.. overwhelming.

You know this is gonna hurt you at some point. Maybe it won't hurt him as much, but it will hurt you, most definitely. He's sacrificed a lot and often throughout his lifetime already- who says he won't sacrifice you as well?

He's an Idol, a performer, singer, entertainer. He's made for the stage, made to be loved by millions, and you'd never force him to forget about that and leave this life behind. No. He's got it all, and he deserves it all. It's going to be fine. You'll just enjoy the times you have with him, the memories you're making.

It's not just sex, after all. You both often simply spend time with each other as friends as well. And you believe that that's what he actually sees you as- a friend, who's just a bit more intimate than a friend should be. And while his love might just be a daydream made up by your head to make your heart hurt less, his lust for you is most definitely real.

You don't know why he finds you so attractive, and you'll probably never fully understand it. Maybe it's because you're.. there. You're available. You're all he gets in this life, without fearing the consequences.

Jungkook is an old-school romantic with a twist here and there. He holds doors for you, helps you sit down at the dinner table whenever he cooks, opens tightly closed jars for you. He's a horribly cruel man in that department- because he always gives you attention, and something that might feel like it could potentially be love- but it's not. It's just a plastic rose that's going to catch dust at some point, never to bloom and never to rot either.

It'll just be thrown away, polluting the environment. Just like him leaving you one day will pollute your heart with feelings heavy and burning like molten lava, merciless.

"I- fuck." He gasps out as he halters his hips for a second, grip on them loosening as he kisses down your spine, your back arching downwards as you fall into the pillows below, entire bed already a mess. He's out of breath, and so are you- but you know he's not done with you yet. He's never just a hit-and-run kind of guy. He works his body until it literally gives in, never satisfied with just a one-time-high with you.

And he's also a carnal lover, raw and untamed.

He bites your skin, marks it up for you to remember, but also for himself to admire. Unbeknownst to you, he's hopelessly in love with you, no matter how hard he tries to distract himself, or scold his own emotions for acting out like that. You're just going to get hurt, and he knows this. He wants to end it every single time, but he also crawls back to you every night it seems, desperate to feel your skin beneath his fingertips, taste you on his tongue. He's starving, even though he's currently taking his fill.

Maybe that's why he feels so desperate every time he's with you like this. Maybe that's why he feels as if nothing is ever enough. As if he can't get close enough.

It scares him, admittedly.

With his hands on your hips, he slips out of your heat, obscene sounds accompanying every movement as he maneuvers you onto your back, hands pushing your knees apart in an impatient manner, before he slips back inside. With his knees digging into the mattress below, he holds your wrists close, pulls you into every thrust like that, jaw clenched and eyes unmoving, focused on you and the way you look.

Divine. Enchanting. Absolutely beautiful.

He wants to cry at how your skin seems like it's made of glass with the slight layer of sweat. He used to hate it on himself, used to hate it on others as well, but in a weird way, when it comes to intimacy with you, nothing seems to bother him at all. Not your slick coating his thighs. Not your spit drooling down his length whenever you give him head. Not the cum he covers you with at the end of every round.

He wants it all. He wants you.

His knees seem to ache after just a few moments, muscles itching to move in other ways as he pulls out yet again, making you whine. "I can't-" He stammers, unsure what he wants to say. He doesn't know why he's especially restless this time. It's like nothing feels quite right.

Until you climb onto his lap, pushing back his chest to get into a proper position to ride him. It's moments like these that simply hurt him, because you're always so attentive to his needs. You don't seem to need any verbal communication with him at all to know what he needs, what he wants.

And yet, you're oblivious of his feelings, or so he thinks.

He wants to keep you safe, hold you close, show you off and hide you at the same time. He just wants you, nothing else, and that's not just his lust speaking for him.

No, he's not like that. He knows what's right and what's wrong. He knows when to listen to his heart, and when to ignore it. But with you, he can't. It's all so loud, his thoughts, his feelings, his brain won't shut up about you it feels like.

He sits up with you again, pushes you closer by the small of your back, crosses his legs and finally kisses you again.

He keeps kissing to a minimum most of the time, hates how good it feels, how comfortable it is, how much it affects him. Your lips are so soft, moving in perfect sync, and when you tease his piercing or bite his lip, he just can't help but growl out because you just have to be sent from hell by the devil himself with the mission to drive him mad.

There's no way a person can fill his mind and body up like this simply by existing.

He's desperate by now. His cum already sticks to your tits, has already made its way down to your belly, some of it even rubbed off on his own chest, but he still isn't satisfied. He's close, so close, and his muscles are yelling at him to stop and rest, but he can't stop now.

"You close?" He murmurs between his open mouthed kisses, lips traveling along your jawline now before his head falls into the crook of your neck, teeth gripping any flesh he can as he marks you up. You just whine, and nod. You stopped trying to count your highs with him. It's surely never just one, however, that much you're sure of.

You know by now how to tell when he's close as well. His actual end, that is.

The muscles in his thighs tremble visibly under the stress he's forcing them under. The veins along his arms and hands are prominent, sweat dripping along his neck and chest. He will become more vocal, start to whine, even growl, hips becoming erratic as he collects every little last drop of strength to make sure you'll finish alongside him. "Hold it." He demands, teeth clenched together as he suddenly becomes more forceful, the sound of skin against skin loud and obscene echoing off his bedroom walls, as you whimper beneath him. "Fucking hold it.!" He growls out, palms grabbing your thighs before they slip beneath the small of your back, lifting you up a little for that very specific angle he knows will send him off the edge. "Cum baby, fuck!" He finally tells you, before your hips start to move erratically, no longer under your control as your orgasm hits you full force.

You don't notice the way his cum stays inside, this time. Because he doesn't pull out, keeps you close, falls to his side with you in his arms.

He doesn't know why he feels so incredibly emotional this time. As if he just cant hold himself together anymore, if he doesn't have his arms around you. The room smells like sex, air stuffy, bodies awfully slick from your entire endeavor. Usually, it ends like this. Usually, he will part from you, shower by himself to give you time to get your strength back up enough to clean yourself up after him. He hates leaving you on your own like that, wants to care for you before and after the act because that's how you're supposed to be treated, but he knows, the longer he keeps you close in a headspace like that, the more he will end up hurting.

But tonight, he can't bring himself to leave you.

Tonight, he holds you tenderly, kisses fluttering against your bare shoulder, as he feels your breath start to even out.

Tonight, he will clean you up first, before he will change the sheets and shower himself.

Tonight, he will let you sleep in his bed together with him while he airs out the room, cold chills forcing you both under the covers that smell like fresh laundry and unfulfilled dreams.

Tonight, he will let you have his heart.

Tonight, he will break.

And so will you.

-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶--⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶

[absurd-ash]

Hi there, would you be willing to write headcannons for Redson and Wukong with a female S/O who due to a magic accident turned back into a kid temporarily?

Hope that makes sense lol, also if you don't want to do this request that's fine! (Plus I'm sorry if two characters are too much, you can pick whoever)

Partner Turned Back Into A Kid

{Redson & Wukong x FemReader}

His first priority is getting you back to normal, but when he hears that its only temporary and he just has to wait, he still doesn't calm down

You bet this man is pacing back and forth across the room, muttering to himself about why of all people it had to be you to be turned back into a kid

If you were a chaotic kid, that would only make him panic more

He would be ordering bull clones left and right to get you things and stuff so he didnt have to take his sights off of you

But if you were more of a calm kid he would relax more

dont get me wrong, he would definitely still be in panic mode, but...not as much as before

He would be more comfortable letting you out of his sights as long as there were bull clones around, ready to save you from whatever life or death situation you would find yourself in

His home is dangerous after all, there's literally traps and lava left and right

He would definitely make it a priority to make his house more baby-proof after this, just in case

If you would ever ask to play a game with him, he would agree, but his priority would be keeping you safe

He would refuse to ever play hide and seek or tag with you, those were way too dangerous

But he would be fine with playing

after you would turn back to normal this man would be clingy

He would have his arms wrapped around you, not letting you leave for even a second

Completely unlike RedSon, this man would not be panicking at all

Instead, he would be dying at how cute he thinks you are as a kid

You bet this man is taking pictures of you left and right, are they for blackmail or just because he thinks you look cute as a kid? You decide

He doesn't panic as much as RedSon, I mean, dont get me wrong he does panic, but he knows you'll turn back eventually

If you were a chaotic kid, oh boy, you'll never hear the end of it

After you turned back and you two would be fighting over something like who would do the dishes or something, he would definitely bring it up

"Ugh, unbelievable, you have no idea what I went through when you turned back into a kid! And now, you're making me do even more work?"

He doesn't actually mean it, he loved seeing your little kid form running back and forth, giggling while making several messes he would have to clean later

Okay, maybe he didnt love the mess part, but still!

On the other hand, if you were a more reserved and quiet kid, he would find that even more adorable!

How you would shyly walk up to him to ask him to play a game with you, or shyly show him a drawing you made

His favorite game to play with you would be when you would pretend to be a princess while he pretends to be a knight, saving you

When you turn back to normal, you won't be able to get him to shut up about how "cute and adorable" you were as a kid

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Sorry this took so long! I really liked the idea I just couldnt figure out how to write it. anyway, requests are open again! Feel free to request some stuff!

[melverie]

Aaahhh, thank you so much for the tag @king-a-queen!! 💚💚

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

First name: nope Second name: yep, after my grandma

02 - When was the last time you cried?

About a week ago bc I was laughing too hard Also techinically this morning. My eyes just started tearing up a bit while I was still in bed & staring against the wall. I guess that white wall was just tugging at my heartstrings

03 - Do you have kids?

The only children I have are my OCs <3 My current beloved OCs are Aym, Marchosias (💖💖💖💖💖), and Baal; all for Obey Me

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

So as a kid, I took MSE (self-defense) classes, I did ballet for a short while, and I played badminton. But now I'm not really doing much sports anymore. I'm occasionally working out in a sad attempt to stay healthy but that's...not working out all that well because I keep forgetting about it lol. That being said, I walk anywhere as long as it's a walkable distance away (to me, that's around 90min max), idc it's the European mindset. Der Fußbus hält überall :)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

As if I would ever smh what are these accusations

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

When I pass strangers on the street, I try to look for little moments that bring them joy. That being said, 90% of the time I'm just lost in my own thoughts & have completely tunnel vision, so imagine noticing anything 😭 When I first meet people tho, it's usually the way they look at you, which tbh is a little ironic because I sometimes just cannot look people in the eyes NFDHSKGJHKSDLGS

07 - What's your eye color?

They used to be blue, but now they're more of a greyish green with a few brown spots in them

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Okay endings, actually! Where characters don't get the happy ending they were hoping for, and some things are still a little messy, but all in all things are okay and they finally get to breath again. Though I guess that's kind of a happy ending? lol

09 - Any talents?

My newest talent is being able to imitate the cry of an owl. My sister explained it to me earlier & once I got it to work I've been doing it non-stop until I got lightheaded 😭 Worth it tho Other than that, being able to teach myself the basics of a lot of things within a day (one of the upsides of ADHD), as well as abandoning a lot of my projects after a while because I suddenly decided to start a completely different one (one of the downsides of ADHD) I also have a real talent for writing angst. Ask any of my closer mutuals, I keep terrorizing them with my ideas (love you guys 💖) And finally: telling myself that I'll go to sleep early & then it's 5am

10 - Where were you born?

in Germanyyy fun fact: I was born more or less close to a town that has a store called 'Mephisto' lol

11 - What are your hobbies?

being insane, obviously 💚 some of my mutuals can surely attest to that lol No, but in general I enjoy writing & drawing, as well as, uhm. Randomly deciding to take up multiple really time-consuming projects, such as the OM card rec thing I did that I still need to update ahhhh, my Obey Me OC & MC ask game that originally had 200+ questions before I cut it in half out of fear of it being too long, half of my side blogs, and SOOOO many other things. <- or in short, being insane 💚 I also really love cooking & baking! Side note, if anyone wants an easy chocolate lava cake recipe, you just need to ask... 👀 Also lately it's just been romancing Thanatos in Hades because I randomly remembered that I hadn't done that yet

12 - Do you have any pets?

I used to have clownfish and a starfish, but other than that I've never had any myself. I love the dogs I dogsit with all my heart tho, and there is this cat that I sometimes meet on my way to work. She always runs up to me when she sees me and won't stop meowing until I start petting her, and last time she climbed onto my lap (I sat down in the middle of the sidewalk, I did not care lmao), she's literally the sweetest 😭😭 I also ring the doorbell for her whenever it rains so she doesn't have to stay outside lol

13 - How tall are you?

1,68m or 5'6 if I got the conversion correct lol

14 - Favourite subject in school?

Heavily depended on the teacher, but generally art class because we usually got to work on whatever we wanted with and listen to music. Also English in 9th grade, math in 10th and German in 11th because the teachers were great

15 - Dream job?

I've been thinking of translations in general/software localizition for a while now. I just love dissecting all the small differences between languages (D.D.D.s being called 'D3' my beloved), + there are so many invisble choices made when translating. You'll always lose something because every language has its little quirks and a different mindset that can't be translated directly, but you'll also gain something that the original version didn't have. It's an art form in itself, and I really love that <3 The other job that keeps popping into my mind is event mangement. I already get to organize a ton of things for my uni since I'm part of the student council for one of my two majors. It's exhausting, but also really rewarding when you have people come up to you afterwards to tell you how much fun they had!

No pressure tags for a bunch of people, hehe >:) @alpine-forget-me-nots @healersadjust @misc-magic @sweetbrier2908 @reblogs-are-the-love @shootingstarrfish @mjoria @too-much-gacha @layphie @katboykirby @ghostlyyraccoon @lost-in-lamentation @bagofwetmice @glamphantasm @wizardthesai @mellonyheart @arlatthan as well as anyone else that wants to join!

[fillinforlater]

A Collection for a Special Date: Part IV

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 1000 words

Tags: fluff, hand-holding, nursing, healthy relationship, cute, a bit of teasing, cuddling, sick_gf!Minju

TW: I wrote this in 15 minutes, because Minju best girl, so no editing lol.

(A/N: Happy Birthday to my Minmin. Her birthday is almost over, but I hope she had a blast and will have a great time being 22 years old. Man, I love her so much, ahhhh.)

“Can you hold my hand for a little longer?”

Is it weird to call a sick person cute? Surely it must depend on the context. The way Minju lays in her bed, blanket up to her chin, everything but her face hidden, and said face in a fever blush, who wouldn’t think that she is cute? Doesn’t help that she has your heart in a tight grip with each syllable that leaves her tender lips.

“Of course I can.”

You smile at her. She returns a weak smile of her own and shuffles out her hand from underneath her blanket. You take the small, smooth palm into yours. It’s covered in sweat, in fact, there is sweat all over her pale body, except for the blush which increases noticeably. 

“But do you maybe want me to bring you something? I can get some more water. Remember, you need to drink a lot when you’re sick.”

“Thank you, but I think I drank enough already.”

“What about yogurt? We have vanilla or strawberry—something to eat will definitely help you feel better.”

Minju’s smile grows and she quickly averts her eyes. Her head is turned to the bright, baby blue wall of her room. You imagine her remembering how the two of you painted the dull gray in two afternoons because you got distracted on the first day. The paint on your clothes, the stupid laughter, as if you were children. But no one was looking, no one was judging, it was pure joy. 

“Thank you, but I don’t need yogurt. I-I just want you to stay here, with me.”

Minju’s voice is tiny. Her hand presses down on yours with all the strength in her weakened body. You warned her back at the lake that she would catch a cold if she stayed in the water for too long. She did not listen and you did not stop her. She just looked perfect, innocently splashing around in the water. Minju wasn’t as innocent an hour earlier, where she beat you in a one on one race across the lake. It was a strong reminder for you that her body isn’t only a gorgeous piece of art, but also quite agile and durable. In the end, it wasn’t able to fend up the cold though. Poor Minju.

“Aw, you’re so adorable, Minju. But what if I have to go to the toilet? You probably don’t want me kneeling her and peeing myself, hm?”

A frown on Minju’s face as she lets go of your hand.

“I will wait here, but please, hurry up.”

You hide your mouth behind a shy hand and chuckle. This girl melts your already molton heart again and again. You feel warm around her all the time, and now it’s even warmer. Warmth stronger than lava or the sun—it’s what they call love, you assume. 

“No, no, I’m kidding.”

Lean in and kiss her forehead. Piping hot skin on your dry lips. Minju gasps and squirms. Her hand reaches for your wrist, which she holds onto throughout your seconds on her temple—and then her lips. Eyes close, hearts race, breaths become more rapid. It’s a natural reaction, yet it feels so unnatural, surreal, absurd. What are the odds to find someone that makes you feel this way? 

No matter how small these odds are, the odds to have perfect synergy are exponentially lower, yet you try to defy even those odds. Usually, the two of you would get faster and deeper in your kisses, but with Minju’s current state, you keep it slow and lazy. Her heated face does not evoke the heated desire in you. You remain calm and cherish the feeling of her lips and only the feeling of her lips. 

You loosely entwine your fingers with hers and rest your elbow beside her head. This position is strange, however, no one would be able to pull you away from Minju. The touch of her lips is magnetic, to the point where you merge with her and lose your fragile grasp on reality. Where do you end and where does she start? You are one with her, so it doesn’t matter.

“Hm, I want something now.”

Minju’s hum into the kiss is like a faint, cold gust of wind at the beach. You're unable to ignore it, unable to not enjoy it, unable to not get light goosebumps. 

“What is it, my darling?”

“C-Can you come in a-and cuddle with m-me?”

Careful not to end the kiss, you open up the blanket and quickly sneak underneath it. Luckily, it’s big enough to trap the two of you under cozy, cotton goodness. This position is a lot more comfortable. You two can share a kiss and hold hands and feel the heat your bodies produce. 

Suddenly, Minju’s hand is on your chest. She struggles at first to grab the fabric or hem of your t-shirt, but when she succeeds, nothing separates the two of you. Her sweaty pajama leaves stains on your clothes, but of course you pull her into a tight hug. So she really wanted to cuddle. You’re all here for it, even if you might get sick too.

“Just like this.”

“Okay, Minmin.”

“Don’t let me go, please.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

You look into her face, deeply, to examine her expression. The fever seems to be fading, she is less tense and her muscles relax under your touch and gaze. Minju looks confused, but still smiles.

“Is there something on my face?”

You lean towards her ear.

“Minju, I love you.”

Your girlfriend sucks air through her nostrils as her body jumps. 

“I love you too.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“I said—I love you too, pabo!”

You have a dream. The next day, Minju will do better. The day after that, she will be fully healthy again. Four weeks later, you will be sick and she will nurse you. All things will come full circle, again and again, until you marry her.

[hrodvitnon]

can we talk spoilers? (if at least tag them so those who haven't seen it yet can block the tag)

anyway

DOUG STEALS KONG'S LUNCH LOL. He's even so smug about it when Kong relents and lets him have it.

Mothra is so much fluffier this time around! Love how when she breaks up Godzilla and Kong's fight she's almost SCOLDING Goji lol. "Goji! Stop bullying the poor monkey!" "S..sorry, dear..." Jia seems to be her main priestess now tho? Whatever happened to the twin scientists from KOTM? I hope they aren't entirely forgotten and replaced. Maybe they can return as Jia's guides.

Shimo is adorable. I'm glad she got a happy ending and some neck scratches from Kong. Big huggable lizard-horse-kitty.

Suko saves the day by retrieving Kong's axe? Huh. That lil kid pulled his weight a lot more than I'd expected to. Also love his mean streak at the start, he and Kong bickered a lot at first.

And of course, Skar King's very very karmic and brutal demise. I can only imagine the state of him (and Rio de Janeiro's streets) when those ice chunks finally thaw out. Good luck with the cleanup, Monarch.

Everyone make sure you filter "gxk spoilers" because I've been using that tag for everyone not looking to be spoiled!

I think Mothra suddenly becoming an Iwi protector is because supposedly there was going to be another Original MonsterVerse Monster called Phosphora or some-such, but it wasn't well received by test audiences or something so it got reworked into Mothra. I could be misremembering, but that's what I remember hearing. Which is funny, because if memory serves correctly the KOTM end credits hinted at Mothra having already laid an egg before the Boston battle, so... retcon?

I'm really glad Shimo survived the movie, I felt so bad for her being under Skar King's pain control and how she visibly resists him throughout. Even her roars sounded pained. It was really sweet seeing the look in her eyes when the surface world sky is being cleared up, like if she's the source of the last Ice Age then it's been literally thousands upon thousands of years since she's last seen a sky like ours. Hoping we see her again in another movie!

Holy shit, Suko's introduction scene got SO MUCH FUNNIER when he goes from "i'm baby" to biting Kong's finger to being used as a BLUDGEONING WEAPON BY KONG. Suko really chugged that character development juice.

I feel vindicated for not once underestimating Skar King, because he is the most vile MonsterVerse... uh, monster villain we've gotten so far. Ghidorah was a sadistic son of a bitch and Mechagodzilla was a crazy Titan Terminator On Blue Rock Steroids, but Skar King has the heads of fellow Kongs stuck on pikes (presumably to set an example for anyone looking to challenge him), when he mocks Kong's new tooth most of the apes and especially Suko seem to laugh along out of fear, he straight up KICKS an ape into lava, and has actual sex slaves holding babies in his throne room, and you just KNOW they don't consent to what he does to them. On top of him controlling Shimo with pain and his attempts on Suko's life - and considering the number of red/orange-furred babies in the throne room, we can surmise that Suko is one of his own children - Skar King may not have the spectacle or scale Ghidorah had, but my god did it feel good seeing him go down.

[knwatchesninjago]

S1E12 The Rise of the Great Devourer

HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOO NINJJAGOOOOOOOOOOO

Look who livessss!!!

Welp i gtg soon so imma just get straight to it, lolll!!

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JIUHYGTFRDDFCGHJBKK

JAYYY

U DO NOT PUT SALT ON THE SANDWICH

and he didn't even put the slat on the inside parts.... he put it on the BREAD?!?!?!!!!

that's it.... im done questioning ninjago

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MY BABBYYYY!!!!!!

Why is he soo tiny? 😭💞

How can Pythor look at that baby and hurt him?

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Ok... time out... I'm back to questioning ninjago again....

WHAT MATERIAL IS THAT ANCHOR MADE OF!?!?

its right above lava....

apparently this volcano is also THREE BAJILLION DEGREES!??!?

ummm... forget the anchor... how in the world did the Destiny Bounty survive?!?!? And the ninjas!?!?

*sighs once again at ninjago logic*

(or the lack of it)

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#Greenie

(boy do i miss my old tag of #Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene.... too bad the lloydster wont be coming back anymore :'( )

OKAY TIME OUT!!!

The deep voice in the beginnng made me cackle 🤣

I was soo set on editing after I watched that, but im on a time crunch due to my bet with my friends soooo...

loll

Also... where are the ninjas' braincells? Who in their right mind would let a 7 year old fly a ship all ALONE??!?

sigh

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#SiblingBonding

Wwhen i ws watching this scene i really couldnt help but laugh when I saw the plank, loll. Dang, Wu... u reallly would make ur students walk a plank? Lolll

But all jokes aside... Kai... you really have some strong feet...

My little gremlin is sooo smalll 😭

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#Stop Discriminating Against Snake-People

Okay... okay.

This is my biggest complaint.

Look I get it that the serpentine are the "bad guys" in this season, but... EXCUSSE ME?!?!!?!?

The only snake that deserves to be punished is Pythor. Actually...no. Even he deserves a break.

No one deserves to be locked up underground. Did you see the cave he was stuck under? It was full of skeletons. And Pythor was the oly one alive....

that has a lot of implications. The guy had to probably eat his fellow snakes in order to survive... the snakes were treated horribly.

Now I dont remember exactly why they were forced underground but if my memory serves me right... was it bc of some war?

But like... I bet there were so many innocent snakes as well, right?

Like looks at these babies:

i'm pretty sure these snakes are ment for comedic relief but stilll... some of them are sooo sweet 😭

And.... Cole..... blackberryy.... u did NOT have to shoot Skales....

Honestly with that kinda blast i have no idea how Skales even survived that, lolll.

Also... WU!!! WHAT THE HECK DUDE?!?!??

WHat was this for??!??

Why didn;t you let Pythor leave?!

Why are you trying to get both yourself and Pythor killed?!?

I know that it was trying to give off the vibe that Wu was "sacrifising" himself or something, but imo, it was just plain stupid.

But then again, im giving too much critizism to a kids show. No kid out there is analyzing the show like i am, so ur off teh hook this time, lol.

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Also... y'all... this mailman deserves the world.

He is so dedicated to his job. Plus he's old.

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I'll leave you with this:

#Never_Pause_Ninjago

lolll

Byeeeee!!! Cya laterr!!! <3333333

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EDIT:

Oh wait!! I 4got to add this:

#My fav quotes

"But Sensei"

"Butts are for sitting"

(excuse me??!? wasn't there a yellow color or something? or am i remembereing wrong?)

"You are like the sunrise, we can not begin a day without you"

Zane sweetiee... ur too precious for the world!! <333

alright byeeee

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Word Find Tag

Catch up p5! Moving into June (thanks for everyone's patience :')) And thanks for the tag, @thegreatobsesso!

My words: fire, water, air, and user’s choice of any word that’s got to do with nature, earth, trees, dirt, or whatever’s in your WIP for the last element

Your words: flame, flight, flow, and fracture

Gently tagging: @sam-glade, @dogmomwrites, @verkja, and You, if you would like :D (Open Tag)

Ooo, an elemental tag :D How fun! I have a fifth element in my world, so I'm gonna slip aether in here as well.

From Shattered Soul, bc I've got the doc open and uh. I like that wip lol.

Fire Serin

Serin bit the inside of his cheek, praying to the Mother she would get away. Marcus' back pressed against the crystal, but he wouldn't be able to step through without Malachiah's guidance. Alaia's compulsion forced him to keep trying, though, which would have been amusing if Serin wasn't so terrified. Blue light flared around Alaia's body, protecting her from the next lash of fire Malachiah sent her way. "Leave me alone!" she shouted. The outline of her body behind the blue light shimmered, and then she was gone. What the fuck had that been? Serin watched with increasing trepidation when fire flared around Malachiah as she vented her rage. The drugged mist was beginning to wear off; the ache in his shoulders from the tightness of the chains holding him in place was becoming noticeable. Marcus and Malachiah burst through the crystal. Serin thought it was the first time he had ever seen fear cross Marcus' face as the goddess turned to him with fury blazing in her pure black eyes.

Water Alaia

As soon as she recognized it, she halted, her body going hot and then cold and then hot again. Beads of sweat broke out along her forehead, and her vision began to flicker before she realized she probably needed to breathe. The memories she had worked so hard to bury since the night Malachiah had come for her threatened to break free again, so she wrapped her arms around her waist and closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing. "Human, what are you doing?" Their voice mimicked the rhythms of the ocean this time, but when Alaia turned towards the water, she recognized that green kelpy hair. The aicaya's pearl-white eyes and faintly green scaled skin featured in her dreams at night, before they turned into nightmares. "Ah yes, since you went through the Veil, I suppose it's no longer appropriate to call you human, is it?" The aicaya was reclining in the shallow water, tendrils from their green tail fin moving up and down with the waves. "What should I call you, then?"

Air (suppose i could've used this for all of them, huh lol) Kadin

Kadin walked through the wide, glass-paned double doors into what had been stylized the Chamber of Elements, and stopped directly inside the entrance. His wings mantled as he glanced around. Had things gotten worse, or was he just imagining things? The elements were supposed to be balanced throughout the fortress, but the effect was most visible in this room. Soft, loamy earth made up the floor, a nod to the humans, while multi-colored sparks of aether, the fae's element, infused the silver-veined black stones of the walls. Air swirled lightly throughout the space from dozens of small openings in the wall behind him, and the blue, seemingly cloud-covered ceiling rose high above, providing plenty of space for a seraph to spread their wings and fly. Landings along the dome's curved walls provided convenient perches for those who wished to remain in the 'sky'. To his left ran a wide, blue-green stream, mirrored by a channel of molten lava to his right. Both water and fire cut a thin path horizontally across the earthen floor, culminating in a large circular pool in the middle of the chamber, with each half separated by a wide strip of earth. The gentle gusts of air filling the chamber swirled around the pool, carrying motes of shining aether on its winds. But—

Earth (direct continuation from air) Kadin

The earth Kadin stepped on felt brittle, dry. The air felt warmer than usual, not as refreshing. He couldn't tell if anything was off with the water, but the aether… He was the Draikon, lord of dragons, and as such, carried a well of Reyanel's essence inside him to replenish the dragon's lifeforce. The time he'd spent in Siiluriah had shown him how sensitive he'd become to the fae's element, and it was telling him now how dull the aether in this room felt.

Aether Darian

A heaviness descended in the room, and he sobered immediately. It's my brother, isn't it? Has he woken? As far as he knew, Kiral had been brought back from Iahel and chained to his bed in his suite of rooms at their home in the grove. He had been unconscious from whatever Alaia had done to him, and he knew his parents hoped the aether from the grove seeping into his body while he rested would break the coercion. Darian knew better. It had all been tried before. He's beginning to stir. No one can reach his mind. He growls and thrashes in his restraints every time someone tries. Darian held Alaia closer as he closed his eyes, the pain of knowing he was losing his brother knifing through him. The title of crown prince would fall to him, leaving him with even more responsibility weighing him down. He didn't know if he could do it, if he could kill his own brother, even to bring Kiral peace. But he would have to find the strength.

[exquisitexagony]

☕ cozy things tag game

mun. jules. 25. here's the sh*t that brings me joy

comfort food(s): chinese takeout, cream cheese rangoons, ramen, chix & dumplin's

comfort drink(s): hot tea, boba, hot cocoa

comfort movie(s): The Road to El Dorado, Little Women, Wonka, Road Trip

comfort show(s): i don't know if i have any "comfort" shows honestly, i usually just put on YouTube, but I guess maybe stuff like The Floor is Lava, British Bake-Off Juniors occasionally make the comfort list, but it isn't often...I used to watch Scrubs as a comfort show, also Umbrella Academy--I guess the moral is I've just become more of a YouTube watcher over the years

comfort clothing: anything baggy, for warmth oversized hoodies, for cooler times oversized t-shirts OR my husband's t-shirts..my Cloak brand joggers also this pair of massively baggy camo sweats that are way too big on me and thus incredibly comfy; also this David Bowie sweater that my husband has but never wears...oversized flannels...oh! and my newest pair of jeans that have giant holes in the knees and are super baggy and remind me of the ones timmy c wears in bones and all ^-^ ....honestly all of my clothing is "comfort clothing" i don't like being uncomfortable for any reason, f**k that shof, like i won't buy jeans unless they're baggy as hell or stretchy/soft as hell, none of that skinny jean shite please

comfort song(s): A Hatful of Dreams from Wonka, Hot Tea by half-alive, For a Moment from Wonka, Late Bloomer by Semler, Look at the Sky by Porter Robinson, if i were a fish by corook and Olivia Barton, Sleeping in the Kitchen by Madilyn Mei & Addison Grace, Beautiful Anyway by Judah and the Lion....the list goes on, i'm a music nerd--if anyone wants listening recommendations i'm ur guy

comfort book(s): I wish I still had comfort books, but my attention span sucks these days...probably just manga, though. Komi Can't Communicate is a good comfort manga...I've also been really enjoying the Gender X series and it makes me feel seen...GenderQueer is another good one

comfort game(s): animal crossing, lately it's been New Leaf more than Horizons because I got sick of animal crossing lol, Potion Craft which is all I've been doing tonight because I felt unwell when I got off work, Pikmin 4, Last of Us 2 which probably sounds weird but it's just like one of my favourite games and keeps me coming back to it, Resident Evil 8 again also keeps me coming back to it and like i've gotten over most of the scares at this point aside from the baby part...now i wanna play last of us 2 again and/or finish my grounded mode run

tagged by: @miidnighters - thanks pal! &lt;3

tagging: @heartxshaped-bruises @inrovina @rightxonxmain @irrwicht + anyone who wants to do it! :D

[the-daily-dreamer]

Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @tartheanmaid!! I freaking love these.

First Ship: Snowing AKA Snow x Charming from OUAT. I was so obsessed with their tragic love story especially in season 1.

Top Three Ships (in no particular order for me):

1. Monchevy AKA Philippe x Chevalier from Versailles. Okay listennn. I know they were toxic but gosh darn it they are so damn cute and in love and messy. These boys have all the drama but I love them and they deserve the world.

2. Uhtred x Aethelflead from The Last Kingdom. The passion, history, love, and tragedy these two had. Plus the fact that Uhtred would literally do ANYTHING for her. Obsessed.

3. Alicole AKA Alicent x Criston from HOTD. Courtly love, devotion, longing. They’re just perfection.

Honorable Mentions (not from the original game but I had to add more I’m sorry):

1. Cheleanor AKA Chidi x Eleanor from The Good Place. Perfect relationship development between them from strangers to friends to lovers. They’re so healthy and such a supportive and good couple. They were crucial to each other becoming their best selves and through everything they stuck together no matter what.

2. Stiorra x Sigtryggr also from The Last Kingdom. They were so cute and perfect for each other plus we got the “My wife will not die trapped like a rat” scene which was everything.

Last Song: Sinners by Barns Courtney

Currently Reading: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown (Again. I am too obsessed with this series)

Currently Watching: Versailles. I have like five things I watch in a loop lol

Currently Consuming: Andes mint chocolates

Currently Craving: Chocolate Lava Cake

Tagging: @thecrazytrashcan666 @afriendlyneighborhoodspider-blog @notbloodraven @aemonds-war-crime @catelynhightower and anyone else who wants to join. Y’all don’t gotta do it if you don’t want haha

[darthnell]

Ten Lines Game

Ty for tagging me @wordspin-shares !! ♥️♥️

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three or more) then share it. Tag others if you want.

Hm, do i even have 10 fics…? I think ill only do my thg ones since current hyperfixation innit (which means we might get into unpublished territory…)

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From THE REPARATION CLAUSE (my take on the 1st “Games”)

“Let him see the full range of this…this district savagery. Why, they kill each other just as quickly as they kill us!” He laughs sharply, speaking to his son now. “Look, Coriolanus. These are the people who killed your sister. Don’t think they wouldn’t take everything you have in the blink of an eye if you’d let them.”

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From True Vengeance: The 151st Hunger Games (current wip !)

It’s just a token. It’s just a token. It’s just a token. It was just a little chunk of marble that her friend, one of her best friends, had put hours into carving to Venatrix’s likeness; there wasn’t another like it in the world.

Ruined now, because of her father’s carelessness.

Unless it wasn’t an accident.

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From Destined to Fall: The 163rd Hunger Games

“You got one? No way.”

Icara stiffened at Alpha’s accusing tone, his narrowed eyes glaring right at her. Shit. “Ten girl,” she clarified neutrally. “I got her when I was flying. Javelin.” I saw my javelin pierce her stomach. I saw her blood on the rocks. Someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, friend. I killed her.

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From Widow’s Bite: The 168th Games (my first thg fic !)

Her eyes landed again on the garish yellow flower. The same as the ones she’d seen scattered around the Cornucopia field, and throughout the forest. The one that so clearly said, ‘I’m not supposed to be here.’ So why was it here?

It was so obvious now; Riin would kick herself if she had the energy.

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From No Sleep For the Wicked: The 140th Hunger Games (a deleted scene from Widow from the pov of Riin’s mentor)

Understandably, Lorelei didn’t know how to respond to that, so she simply scooted closer to him on the wooden bench, pressing against his side and resting her head on his shoulder.

She’d caught him off-guard, especially given how she’d hung back from him earlier. She should've stayed away. But Janus remembered the comfort her presence had brought, as much as he’d tried to pretend he didn’t need it. Selfish, selfish, a voice hissed in the corner of his mind, even now.

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From To Spin a Web: The 168th Victory Tour (this one’s getting rewritten so I’m picking from my doc since i deleted it from ao3 lol)

Riin rested her chin on her hand, leaning in a little closer to Reishi. “We get snows in Eight, of course, but they’re not usually so intense. With this one, though,” she said, pausing to take a sip of her water. “I could hardly see out my window, it was so intense. You could walk off a cliff without even knowing.”

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From Desiderium: The 171st Hunger Games

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters.

“Do you have a better idea?”

Remora pauses next to a creek of lava, waggling the forked stick, and Azaire mimes a shoving motion. “Fine,” he hisses in response to Cosmin’s light smack.

“I think there’s water here,” Remora calls.

“That is boiling lava.”

She flicks the rod in irritation. “I meant underneath.”

“By all means, feel free to dig,” Azaire snarks.

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Okay, I’ve got three left, so time for the secret unpublished things 👁 ..since these are unedited and unpublished wips, theres no guarantee that these lines will stay as they are here but hey! This is just for fun lol

From CE1:

If [REDACTED] didn’t know better, he’d think they’ve been set to walk on an endless loop.

But there has to be an end somewhere.

He knows his country’s history, knows the unspoken rules of the arena. The Gamemakers are very careful about this, if they want to keep their heads at least. He can’t even argue that this isn’t foolish; doesn’t know why he’s looking either.

Maybe he just needs something to break up the monotony.

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From [Untitled]: The ??? Hunger Games

In that moment, he pounces. Not at Ten, not at Nine, but at [REDACTED].

She screams; the cold blade of [REDACTED]’s weapon across her windpipe turns her voice to jagged, rasping breaths, but he doesn’t bleed her, not yet. She goes stiff in his grip, recognizing that she’d slit her own throat if she squirms. His fingers dig into her bicep, but he has eyes only for her partner. “Hello, old friend,” he sneers. “So kind of you to invite me to your little party.”

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From [Untitled]: The ??? Hunger Games

“I know how it works.” Just as she knows the Selection Committee doesn’t pick tributes solely based on weapons skills; she’s had enough written exams and interviews with the rest of the Academy staff to prove it. [REDACTED]’s eyes narrow at the person who’s supposed to be her mentor, unabashed in her scrutiny. “I also know that your past few tributes have gotten seventh and tenth respectively, so forgive me if I don’t have the utmost faith in your capabilities as a mentor.”

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Tagging: @rivalhughs @sakura-soldier @s3rendip1tous @theglitchywriterboi @daisywords @uraniumwriting @nailamoonsi @whimsylinnywrites @lovebirdloveswriting

[noro-noro-noro]

had neat dreams but literally only remember some parts

1. i’m a serial killer & this girl who has a crush on me is tracking me down 2. 3 heavenly sisters vs the tower of hell  3. cyborg me eats a bomb at the president’s children’s soccer game

- there was some blond girl hunting down a serial killer whose tag was The Wolf. she was in every online forum & stuff but she kept her identity well hidden. fortunately as the omniescent god of all my dreams, I can sometimes bend reality to my will so I knew her :)

- there was also a girl who looked like roxanne Ritchie from megamind who waa also somehow involved? the dream's c plot or something idk it kept cutting back to her arguing with her ex boyfriend bc it was a breakup on mediocre terms & they both kinda wanted to get back together but they were too proud. I remember she specifically mocked something he said.

- anyway with my omniescent dream powers I realized that girl wasn't some kind of junior vigilante she just had a huge crush on the wolf. good for me :) so when I saw someone offering to meet her in the front of my friend's boyfriend's new job place (a combination bubble tea and clothing store that he lived in the back of) I decided to kill that second person and meet her instead. the second person was always carrying around a little cloth lacy umbrella as an accessory. it was cute so I took it.

- anyway I saw her immediately & came up behind her & said "so you're the little cutie that's been looking for me" & cornered her in the store. she looked really 😳😳 about it, but she was also carrying a gun. I thought it would be easy to hit the gun out of her holster before she could react bc I wanted to keep teasing her , but my friend's bf came over bc he thought I was being threatened by some weirdo with a gun. appreciated that. we all ended up getting bubble tea. i jokes about poisoning hers & she went 😳😳😳 again. girl stop idolizing serial killers lol

next

- from heaven ? or some other sacred place there are 3 sisters & also some generals. we are going to be under attack soon. we're in a place thate above some clouds. unknown to everyone else the middle sister is in constant close contact with Real Mother, who has her own schemes. through the power of real mother middle sister is able to do weird shit, like las time we sent our forces to combst the hellish tower as soon as she had line of sight with the enemy she teleported into his body & did something & he was fuckinf gone except for his eyeballs, which she walked out of the tower holding.

- the younger sister's mortal vessel had been killed last time so she was in a child's body. the older sister was strong & beautiful & fearless! I was from her pov for a bit. the clouds were swallowing up our corner of the world, but I walked through sum to find a spot on the hill to stand in the sun. and then I saw the youngest sister falling from the zip line so I launched myself like a bullet to catch her.

- the middle sister was like "we will need to kill the newest hellish warlord again, but you said it was through the fleetfooted mount of my youngest sister you were able to do that?" the youngest sister rode a golden pegasus. his name was Percy. he was killed by the middle sister for overwhelming loyalty not to Real Mother but to his owner. her new mount was just something else idk

- anyway the hellish tower looked like it was in minecraft. the walls were impenetrable. the front doors were not. however the hellish warlord liked to pour lava down from the top to scorch our forces and trap them until we were all cooked, and there was no other way in. pain in the ass.

next

- I was some kind of cyborg dude that looked like sin kiske at some little league baseball or soccer game. people in the audience just wanted to have sex with each other though, except for a couple peolle who were trying to sabotage the game and actually blow the children up. I became aware of this but the perps were trying to herd everyone somewhere else by leaking a live feed of some cage of raccoons blowing up but the cage in the footage was upside down & nobody was listenikg to me. I stayed in the bleachers. there was an enemy guy with like....a smug evil anime prettyboy type of face. he had a face that would be stylized in fanart as>:-} . he looked like if shu yamino was evil and goth and had a lame haircut with long front bangs and also was part cyborg and had one black wing. like okay. his name started with a P. anyway he was acting in somebody's orders and he airdropped a bomb in but I shot it! but there was another bomb.?

- the two bombs were rolling around and the kids didn't understand what was going on yet so they were kicking one around like a soccer ball while the principals tried to stop it . when P tried to detonate it aftee having his other men tackle me to the ground & beat me up a little, nothing happened. i put up a good fight! me & his two favorite henchmen were all pinned down by some.metal net bc I'd dragged them down with me. unfortunately I was now malfunctioning as well due to sustaining heavy damage to my internal parts.

- antway I realized - when I shot at the thing I'd missed due to the original owner's proframminf of this genre of rctboeg would never make a mistake. so then I'd caught the bomb and put it inside of my head bc at least I'd be able to run away, but then forgot due to being beat the fuck up. I started laughing and then the bomb fell out of my head and then I stopped laughing and swallowed it. it was a small purple cube not round at all . I was like "dude! P! you're a fucking moron! wanna see something funny?" & P turned around all red in the face from fucking this job up and looking bad to his boss. then my alarm went off and I woke up and I was a little disappointed since I wanted to know what robo me's plan was

[audikatia]

Thanks for the tag, @your-void-senpai!

Pick ten of your fics, scroll to the middle, and pic a line (or a couple) to share and tag people!

Transubstantiation (TRC) “I’m sorry,” Gansey told Declan, “Ronan is a child who cannot hold the phone because it’s lava.”

So Fair to Be Seen (TRC) He dug in his coat for his keys and Ronan slipped his hand alongside Gansey’s in his pocket. His other hand crawling around Gansey’s side to rest against his stomach, pulling his back to his chest possessively. Ronan’s mouth dragged against the side of his neck.

“I sucked your dick. Let me drive.”

“You live your life according to a fascinating rubric.”

“Say rubric again.”

Veritas (TRC) Careful not to disturb Ronan, he turned in the bed, twisting the blankets around his hips, to watch Ronan’s prone form. Adam checked him for nightwash, but saw only stubbled pale skin unmarred by black residue. He watched Ronan’s eyes for the telltale twitch of his eyes under his delicate eyelids, but saw only perfect stillness. He brushed the tip of his finger down the long slope of Ronan’s roman nose, but saw only his face burrow more firmly into the pillow.

Lacrimosa (Young Justice) The listless, vacant vase living in the house isn’t a vase at all. Artemis is not holding seeds, blooming flowers within herself. She’s an urn, a living cadaver holding all the memories Zatanna has been forcing inside her to mingle in the ashes of who Artemis used to be.

let the pretty bleed out (Young Justice) "Can you even taste the blood?" Jade asks, eyeing with boredom the torn wings laying haphazardly on the concrete floor of their shared space.

"It's not about the taste," Artemis tries to explain. It's the experience. It's pinning it down, splitting it open, letting the pretty bleed out. It's stunning, careless and wonderful and pure. It's the power she gets from ripping the wings off and cupping the twitching body in her hand. It's caught, hers forever.

Touch Me Til I Follow in Love (Young Justice) He thinks maybe he should hold his hand, but he can't bring himself to that shared level of intimacy. Instead, his fingers twist into the stubborn cowl of Jaime's sweat-soaked hair, his hands rub at the tension of his shoulders, his palm rests at the base of his skull. His hands never leave Jaime for longer than a moment.

I Taste the Summer on Your Peppery Skin (Young Justice) She leaned her head back and let the last bit of the evening's sun wash over her face. Her throat exposed and her tendons stretched out, Wally eyed the dip of her collarbone and counted three grains of sand that had settled there.

glare (Young Justice) Motionless, he stares at her. Yellow tangled hair, pink flushed cheeks, red bitten lips, gray narrowed eyes. He stares unblinking until her colors blend before him. And when she finally stands, he thinks haphazardly of a sunrise.

Graceless Hearts (Star Trek) "I'm not always going to be around to take care of you," McCoy warns, tugging a little tighter than necessary on the stitches. Blood bubbles up in minuscule dots like scattered supernovas, but Jim doesn't even blink.

"Yes you are," he smirks.

Bleedme Blue (Star Trek) Friendships founded on alcohol, sex, and fuckups shouldn't work, but Jim can do the impossible. Everything is his or made to be his, and McCoy is just another item on that list. Jim takes the liberty to rename him.

Bones is a better name anyway.

lol this was so much fun, I haven't looked at some of these fics in years. I had to go back to my fanfiction.net account for some of these. I miss my Star Trek 2009 era lol

Tagging: @the-prince-of-tides, @apocketfullofhobbits, @ive-garden, @freshwaterseas, and anyone else who wants to go on a nostalgia binge lol