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trentlife · 1 year ago

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WILD ADVENTURE

part 1

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instagram au ~ jude bellingham

authors note: mini series of jude and y/n becoming parents for the first time! ive had this requested a lot since my last au, i hope you all enjoy 💕

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yourusername 🫶🏼 ☁️ 🥀 ...

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realmadrid congratulations 👶🏼❤️

vinijr ❤️❤️

trentarnold66 this is why you couldn't hang out a few months ago

↳ madders no need to expose him like that

mollymae going to be the best mummy 🫶🏼

reece big love 🫶🏽👶🏽

kyliejenner 🥹🥹🥹🥹

yourmum 😍❤️💞🩵

gioreyna my bro becoming a dad 🥳

shaliimaar parabéns 💕🩵

jackgrealish congratulations bro ❤️

yourbsf cant wait to meet my nephew / niece 🫶🏼

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yourusername here there everywhere 💗 📖 🥑

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user284 she's so vibesss

jadethirwall oh this is vibelicious

juliavigas gorgeous!

hattiebourn I love this! 🫶🏼

user173 i think it's a boy

↳ user396 me too

kennedyalexa mummy club 🩷💅🏼🤪

minabonino beautiful 💗🩵

user597 adorable

mikkykiemeney i love this 🥹 cannot wait to see your buba 🫶🏼

↳ yourusername twins! yours too babe😭👶🏼👶🏽💘

mykonos, greece

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judebellingham recharging ☀️ 👩🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽 🇬🇷

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user148 their relationship is so perfect

yourusername my baby daddy 😍

↳ judebellingham forever

↳ jobebellingham chillllllll

↳ user496 lmaooo jobe

denbello my favourites ❤️❤️❤️

user285 the last picture 🥹

aaronramsdale yesirrrrr

tobybishay all love 🫶🏼❤️

user973 that should be me and jude

bukayosaka87 greece boyaaa😍

user496 i hope y/n knows how lucky she is for this man to be her boyfriend

↳ yourusername honey i know x

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yourusername doing life with each other forever ♾️

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loredana adorable, missing you both 🥰

↳ yourusername miss you so much angel 🖤

user186 the flowers! is it a girl?

user475 hand placement

anouskasantos dreamy💘

trentarnold66 ask jude we're my flowers are

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↳ user496 trentarnold66 😭🤣🤣🤣

mayajama you two 🥹😘

szoboszlaidominik 😎

user697 the flowersssss are perfect

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judebellingham water babies

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jordanhenderson 😂😂❤️

sunny_kg can't wait to see you both 🫶🏽

user183 come to barca

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declanrice no way you needed support for your back bro 🤣

↳ judebellingham the bump is her cheat code!

user742 azra crying rn

marcusrashford i thought you can't swim

yourusername look at you cheating

user853 i need to know the gender!!!!!

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yourinstagram home time, getting ready for an exciting day 🛩️ 🍒 🥝 🫐

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britneydevilliers 😍💘🫶🏼

↳ yourusername my fave girl💕

sasha__rebecca vibes 🧳🩶

madisonbeer 🥹

minabonino linda mamãe 🤰🏼

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yourmum cant wait to see you sweetheart 😘

↳ yourusername ly mom <3333

user196 PJ life

user963 omg what day...

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daphnecanizres 😍

yourusername and judebellingham

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yourusername we can't wait to meet you son 🩵

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trentarnold66 project jude coming soon, congrats bro ❤️

arianagrande congratulations beautiful girl��

user029 i knew it!!!! 🩵🩵🩵

england congrats to you both ❤️

denbello my little boy having a little boy ❤️

rodrygogoes congratulations hermano!

jobebellingham my little nephew 🩵

user183 ahhhhh

camavinga 😍💙

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harrykane 🙌🏼

kyliejenner congrats!!

yourbsf can't wait to meet my nephew 🩶

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shokiren · 1 year ago

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chapter 1: my neighbour is kinda...

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note: hi everyone <33 here i present to youuu, the first chapter of "the girl next door"!! i hope you like my poor attempt at being funny 😋 do tell me who your favourite character is!! i'd love to know <33 i personally like azra alot!!!! its not the best but it is my first smau so give me a pass here lmao, hopefully the next part will be a written portion!!

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exehtml · 10 months ago

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MY TAV/DURGE MASTERLIST

Tav : drow , monk-fighter , astarion romance

Azra : tiefling , rogue-ranger , redemption durge , astarion romance

Maera : drow , sorcerer , durge , minthara romance , (unfinished I lost the save i miss you queen)

Senna : drow , monk , durge , minthara romance

Essen : drow , barbarian-rogue , minthara romance

Tae'kra : githyanki , fighter-ranger , karlach romance

Amrai : tiefling , monk-fighter , durge , minthara romace

#I have a serious issue with only making drows #will update w my other tavs I cannot stop #I also cannot stop romancing minthara #I have a wyll romance on the way and a lae’zel one! v excited #bg3 #brainrot #me myself and i #durge #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate durge #minthara #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 screenshots #minthara bg3 #essen posting #my ocs

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legendsofmyriad · 1 year ago

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Legends of Myriad: Arc One - Chapter 22: Making Headway

Chapter 21 | Chapter 23

Arc One Masterlist

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Calloused palms outstretched, Azra influenced another fork of red magic into the writhing tempest. Crimson and ruby washed along the riled grey to lend comfort to the terrified souls inside. It’s all right, he soothed, detaching the remaining life force from the ashes. You can rest now.

He lost track of time and the number of spirits he helped on their way, but eventually, the shrieks and cries subsided. What had greeted him as a frenzied mass tempered beneath his power, departing the realm of the living with whispered gratitude and a final, relieved breath.

Boot soles crunched at the excess grit and sand on the patio behind him. Her presence ghosted up his nape to tickle at his cheeks. The alluring, sweet aroma of deadly Osimer blooms that followed in her wake captivated his senses, and stabilising his magic, he stole a quick glimpse. Delicate lilac flecks in her eyes shifted as she observed him.

“I brought you some water and something to eat,” Lilith said, carrying the covered plate and the filled bottle to the bench. “Professor Spark asked me to remind you not to overwork yourself.”

Azra pondered whether Bartholomew had requested she relay that message or if it was a ploy to disguise her own concern. Regardless, he grunted in acknowledgement and attempted to return to his work, but her proximity flustered him, the staggering emotions emanating from her provoking his concentration.

“The storm isn’t proving too difficult to fix,” he told her, low and distant, hoping to quell her uncertainty.

“I didn’t ask.”

“No, but I can feel it.” With a slight dip of his head, he inhaled deep and slow. “Or are you forgetting what my power permits me to see?”

Teeth gritted and fingers flexing, Lilith endeavoured to conceal her mounting agitation. “How could I forget,” she replied levelly, a biting undertone lacing her voice, “when that same power caused so much harm?”

Azra’s arms buckled under a rippling pang, but he managed to brace himself against the uncomfortable sensation. Within the depths of his wounded soul, he wanted to apologise, to mend the fractures between them and leave the war in the past. But the more he ruminated, the more he wondered whether it would be simpler if she held on to that animosity she harboured for him. Would it be fairer to let her get on with her life without him, never having to see his face and be haunted by the memories of the lives he plundered, the friendships and loved ones he callously ripped away? With him gone, she had the chance to start anew, free from the constant reminder of the heartache he had inflicted.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be staying long,” he assured her, continuing to hush the storm. “I’m going back to Solgarde as soon as this is done.”

“Rather presumptuous of you to think I’d worry,” Lilith shot before she could withhold the remark. Once it was out, there was no stopping the rest. “No, you’re perfectly capable of looking out for yourself. And only yourself. Altair keeps telling me you are remorseful, but you are just as cagey as ever. Or is that only with me?” Her chest rose and fell with her pounding breaths in a rhythmic dance of exertion as she expelled the discomfort from her body. “It doesn’t matter. At least I know once you have served your purpose, you will be leaving.”

Her words crashed into him like arrows, nesting in the devotion he housed for her and meshing into a spinous wreckage. Tainted and split, her own affection cracked even more. Little of the light remained.

That time is over, he reminded himself, imagining the faded imprint on her heart where her love had once flourished and bloomed year after year. His own flickered just as waning. Do not do this to yourself. Do not do this to her.

He bit the inside of his mouth until he almost tasted blood, fighting back the crushing desire to confess every shred of fondness he still nurtured for her. Footsteps fading, he allowed the solitude consume him.

It would be better this way. By isolating himself and his destructive gifts, he could decrease the likelihood of inflicting more pain. He would provide help wherever possible, but then he would vanish again. A ghost. A spectre.

Collapsing onto the bench, he cleared the residues of magic fizzling on his palms. With some reluctance, he decided to take a longer break than planned to allow the more persistent marks to melt before resuming his task. He knew he should have worn gloves, but he loathed the restraint of the taut fabric and clasps burrowing into his wrists.

He squirmed and manoeuvred until his back met the wall, and placed the plate that Lilith had brought him on his lap. A bowl of shrew berries, citrus pieces, and an assortment of oat clusters rested in the middle of the platter.

How many times had she silently delivered him food and water in the early hours, restless nights ravaged by work? How many yawns had she hidden to hold her warm body against his and ward off the unforgiving nighttime chill? Rarely had she instructed him to go to sleep or acknowledged the exhausted, bruised smudges under his eyes. Instead, she had loved him. Supported him in ways he didn’t deserve, and now… now all of that was lost.

He popped a cluster and a dripping section of yellow fruit into his mouth, wondering whether that was for the best. Let the past rest, he told himself. Let time seal the hurt. For you and for her.

Determined not to dwell on matters she couldn’t resolve, Lilith briskly made her way into the lab. Waves of heat from the working machinery engulfed her, washing away the stinging cold and soothing her bitter aches. She would have traded anything to be in the common room at The Citadel, cocooned in a fluffy blanket with a steaming hot tea in hand. Rain ricocheting off the windowpane until it was dampened by the insistent crackles beneath the engraved mantelpiece. Tiny gusts tunnelling down the chimney for attention and coaxing the flames. Peace. That was what she wanted. A quiet hush that melted her worries, a pocket of time where she was permitted to exist without expectations or obligation.

Yet she didn’t have the luxury of lingering in those comforting thoughts. The Core needed waking, Myriad teetered on a precipice, and the flickering fireplace and tempestuous nights would have to wait until the nine worlds were secure.

Clicking over tile and aged wood, she loosened the first few buttons on her jacket and fanned the heat from her face as the churning equipment became almost stifling.

“Ah, there you are!” Bartholomew said, excitement exuding from his features and his eyes shining with renewed enthusiasm. “Come, I have something to show you.”

Lilith followed him to the cluttered worktable, books and browning research papers haphazardly scattered and piled along the surface. Findings and ideas were already taking shape in the opened notepads resting on the corner of the wide desk.

“This may be a bit of a stretch, but I believe if it is conducted correctly, it has a high chance of success,” Professor Spark said as he shuffled the sheets and located the required textbook. “To wake The Core, we need to kick start the ecosystem.”

“Like plant trees and clear the atmosphere?” Lilith questioned.

“Not exactly.” He flipped the pages and tapped on a diagram that showcased the intricate connections between four distinct elements, arrows and cryptic symbols intertwining them. “A long time ago, The Core gave these blessings to four of the worlds of Myriad when they were in need. A magical bird was given to Delorem, pure temporal essence to Eternity, a unique water to Skuld, and a rare mineral to Prosperia. Nothing could taint them or mix with them, so they should still be in their original states.”

“Even the bird?”

“It does not breed as others of its kind do. Their numbers may dwindle, but they would never go extinct. Combined, these four elements have the ability to restore the land.”

As she contemplated the plan, she grazed her fingertips over the musty, crinkled maps, wandering around the stones and trinkets holding down their edges. It spread out to her like a promise, inviting her into a world of adventure and untold stories. And at that precise moment, vulnerable. The few things she had read about The Core since arriving at the lab were enough to indicate how severe the matter was. With little time to spare, they were racing to keep ahead of the ticking clock, and each passing hour amplified the threat of impending chaos.

“Two academy students are already in Eternity and Delorem, so I will contact them with the details,” Bartholomew explained. “While they are collecting the bird feather and the temporal essence, you and I can travel to Skuld and Prosperia.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, professor,” she agreed.

“I shall call them now. Be prepared to leave once I return.” Lilith playfully saluted, her mischievous grin matching his own, and he bounded down the steps to the communication console.

“Off on another venture,” Altair commented quietly, relaxing against the low worktable. Despite the excitement in her aura, he noticed the wearied, thought-ridden pinch on the bridge of her nose. He didn’t need to question what occupied her mind. He knew the cause was outside fixing the storm as they spoke.

Without uttering a word, he brought her in for a supportive embrace. “It will be all right,” he promised. “You will grow around the wounds.”

“I thought keeping my distance would make it easier,” she admitted, “but it hasn’t. One second, I see him wanting to say something, and the next the icy wall descends, and it’s like we never knew each other at all. I haven’t exactly helped, I’m fully aware of that, but… I wish he would just say what he needs to.” She stepped back, inhaling the warm air to suppress the surge of emotions threatening to overflow.

“I shall talk to him while you are away,” Altair offered. “It would hardly be fair for me to speak my mind with you about the situation and not him. Who knows? Perhaps we can resolve this. Find a way for you both to be comfortable.”

“It would take a miracle, but if you’re up for the challenge, you may do as you wish,” Lilith said. “But right now, duty calls, and I had better not keep it waiting.”

Bartholomew adjusted the dial inch by inch, fine-tuning the frequency and flicking the switches beside it as he listened for a stable rhythm within the static hiss. Fluctuations in the communication lines disrupted the visual display, stubbornly persisting before an abrupt pop terminated the transmission for a fourth time. With a grumble, he planted his hands on his hips.

Stooping over the controls, he flipped through Oscar’s reports, skimming the vivid descriptions of various types of flora and occasional anecdotes about his travels. Weeks had passed since he last wrote, briefly describing an outskirt village he had come across and his eagerness to delve into his next research endeavour.

With a flick of his wrist, Professor Spark activated the holographic map, projecting a detailed model of the area Oscar had mentioned. “Swamp land,” he muttered to himself as he enhanced the image of the watery copse. “No atmospheric disturbances, no localised weather events, no magical traces.”

If Bartholomew hadn’t become accustomed to Lilith’s aura, he would not have realised she was standing right behind him until she spoke, her footsteps so light she may as well have been a mouse. “Is there a problem?” she asked.

“I cannot reach Oscar,” he answered. “He is currently on Lucarian charting vegetation growth for me, but my attempts to communicate are being blocked.”

“By him?”

“No. There seems to be some sort of disruption to the connection.”

“Is he okay?” Lilith questioned sharply, mind alight and poised for action. “Did he mention anything unusual or voice any concerns before you lost contact?”

In a composed gesture, Bartholomew turned from the map and shook his head. “At this stage, there is no need to panic. Since the gateways are still re-establishing themselves, signals can waver and take a while to settle. We should be able to talk to him soon.” She concealed her doubts behind a calm facade, but the slight crease by her eyes betrayed her apprehension. “Professor Bevan, perhaps you could monitor the Lucarian channels for me while Lilith and I are away?”

Altair hummed his agreement and huffed a memory-filled breath. “You wouldn’t believe the mishaps Citadel students can get into, yet they always manage to find their way back.”

“Not all of them,” Lilith said, two sets of bespectacled gazes resting on her.

Glimmers of remorse festered, and Altair lowered his chin. He supposed, when he dug through the thick layer of optimism he liked to approach situations with, that not every student returned. Some were left scarred, some wheeled home on clicker horses, tormented by what they had experienced. And some never made it. All those empty classroom chairs, all those spaces where they had once shone with energy and ambition. Curiosity had grown bored with them and abandoned them to wither. It wasn’t always glorious adventure they found, but a cruel reality that was not as merciful as fairy stories.

“I am certain that it is a signal issue,” Bartholomew assured them. “The tablet I gave him is active, and I have set up a memo for him. Once the link is back, he should receive it.”

“I will keep a close eye on the communications,” Altair promised. He glanced over to Lilith, offering her a reassuring look that smoothed away the furrow of worry.

Bartholomew patted the man’s shoulder in gratitude and made long-legged strides around the lab, gathering items from drawers and cabinets and stuffing them into his satchel. “All going to plan, our venture should not take up too much time. I know where to locate the mineral in Prosperia, and the folk on Skuld used to be rather friendly, so if that is still the case, I cannot see us encountering any problems in attaining the water.”

“Until logistics find a way of intervening,” Lilith pointed out. “Never assume something will run smoothly just because you expect it to. Theory and practice are two different beasts.”

“Spoken like a true warrior,” Bartholomew noted. “In any case, we should get going. I shall prepare the gateway.”

Lilith’s unblinking scrutiny dawdled on him until he was out of earshot, and she redirected her focus to Altair. “Contact me as soon as you receive any news from Oscar,” she said, “because if we do not hear from him by the time I return, I’ll find a way to Lucarian and bring him home myself. I refuse to let anybody make a habit of putting our students in danger, I don’t care who they think they are or what power they possess.”

“Of course, Commander Cleaver,” the professor of magic replied, sensing the combative instinct within her taking over. “You will be the first to know. And if we are dealing with a tricky situation, I have ways of getting a message to Sunbreak agents.” She offered him a grateful nod, and he reciprocated the expression, wordlessly expressing his support of her judgement; the pupils of the Citadel had endured enough, and despite Bartholomew’s intentions and his budding friendship, Altair would not allow innocents to be cast into the flames in order to test the severity of the inferno.

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satellite-evans · 2 years ago

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insomniamamma · 4 years ago

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Masterlist: Oh crap I guess I write fic now (and some original art)

Prospect:

Egret AU:

Greenhorn: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Fairy Tale of Puggart Bench: Young!Ezra X F!reader

Entangled: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Nightswimming: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Prickle:

Prickle: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Brigand: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Rain: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Pigment: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Where the Heart is: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Clean Dirt: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Ribbons and Wings: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Screaming Mimis: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Sacellum: Ezra xF! reader w/Cee

Safe: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Found: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee **smut**

Night of Hunters: Ezra xF!reader w/Cee

Fancy: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Indulgence: Ezra x F!reader

Christmas in the Ephrate: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Seasonal: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Ezra + Little Microfic: Ezra x F!reader

Glory: Ezra x f!reader

Liminal:

“Ferris Wheels Are For Old People”: Ezra x F!Reader w/Cee

Liminal: Ezra and Cee (no reader insert)

“Surf City Goodness”: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Late Bloomers: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Tricks (Or How Bee Girl Got Seduced Into A Life of Crime): Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Oneshots:

Euphemisms: Ezra x F!reader

To Have and to Hold: Ezra x Gn!Reader

Persistence: Ezra xF!Reader w/Cee

Remain Nameless: Ezra and Cee w/Gn!Reader

Collide: Ezra x Gn!Reader

Stuck: Ezra x f!reader

Ezra + Hopeful Microfic: Ezra and Cee

Tessellation: Ezra and Cee

Needles & Pins: Tattoo Artist!Ezra x f!reader w/cee

Threefold: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

Gravity: Ezra x F!reader

Headcannons:

Soft!Ezra headcannons

The Mandalorian:

Blue Morning: Fennec Shand x f!Twi’lek reader

The Shallow: Din Djarin x F!reader

Dragon AU:

Dragon: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Small Stakes: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Bright Lights, Big City: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Atin’ika AU:

Stubborn: Din Djarin x Gn!reader

Hands: Din Djarin x Gn!reader w/Grogu

The Song of the Wrong Response: Din Djarin x Gn!reader

Triple Frontier:

About What We Want: Frankie Morales x f!pregnant!reader

Vanilla: Frankie Morales x f!reader **smut**

Pumpkin Guts: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Frisbees and Cherry Trees: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Over Easy: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Changes: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Maze (Changes AU): Frankie Morales x f!reader

The Triple Frontier Boys and Kittens

The Triple Frontier Boys and Spiders

House Comes With A Bird:

Ephemera: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader.

Surrender: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Nautical Twilight: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Nico NSFW Alphabet

Somnophilia with Nico

Crowdstrike: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

The Last of Us:

In The Light They Both Look The Same: Joel Miller x f!sexworker!reader

Spinner: Joel MIller X F!reader

Forever’s Gonna Start Tonight: Joel Miller x F!reader

Year of Kisses:

Closing Time: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Glory: Ezra x f!reader (Prickle’verse AU)

The Shallow: Din Djarin x F!reader

Tessellation: Ezra and Cee

Threefold: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

Gravity: Ezra x F!reader

We Came Along This Road: Frankie Morales x F!reader

Fan Art:

Fae King Ezra

Haunted Din

Naga Oberyn

Nico on the rooftop in a sunset made beautiful by smog

Selkie Cee

Original Art:

Art thing(webcomic IDK what the actual title is yet):

Panel 1 comms array

Panel 1 progress vid

Panel 2 control console (in progress)

J!TheMando:

J! as a Mandalorian:

used this Halloween photo as reference:

j!TheMando progress

j!TheMando progress 2

j!TheMando progress 3

j!TheMando progress 4

j!TheMando progress5

j!TheMando progress so far

Moodboards:

Rainer Maria Rilke

aesthetic game

queen of poisons

Azra Tabassum (Ezra vibes)

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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🌅SUNSET PT.2🌅

Prompt: Continuation of the Sunset drabble

Word Count: Ugh, long!

Pairings: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, physical assault, cursing.

Tag: @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @yungbludjazz360 , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

Notes: Ok, I’m officially in love with Azra 😍! Continuing the saga: “Gaby is in her Seth Rollins’ phase” Here’s the second part of the Sunset drabble.This kind of wrote itself, so here you go...If you would like to know how this story begun, check out the first part on my Masterlist. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Y/N? What are you doing out here in the rain?” Seth asked

“I-I didn’t know where to go”

“Hi, prince charming” Azra waves at him from his front porch where she stood with a now, 5 months old, Amal.

“Hello, princess” He smiled at her and asked me “What happened?”

“He’s a bastard, that’s what happened”

Seth’s eyebrows raise in surprise to hear me talk like that about my soon to be ex husband

“Let’s go inside”

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It was now 11 p.m., way passed the kids bedtime so they ended up sleeping on Seth’s couch with his dog, Kevin by their side

“They’re out” He chuckle

“Yeah, it was a hectic day”

“Why don’t you go take a hot shower, take off your wet clothes and we’ll talk about what happened? In the meantime I’ll take them up to the guest room so they can sleep more comfortably” He asked and I nodded

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Seth placed his own cleaned clothes on the countertop for me. A black t-shirt, boxers, grey sweatpants and a pair of white socks.

When I leave the bathroom he’s already waiting for me in the leaving room with two cups of hot chocolate for us.

“Thank you” I mumbled softly, sitting on the couch

He smirked “No problem, baby”

I decided to ignore the tingling his sweet words caused in my stomach and asked what has caught my attention since I entered his house

“Where’s your wife? I want to apologize to her for the inconvenience”

“I don’t know where she is” He shrugs

I give him a quizzical look

Seth laughed “She’s not my wife anymore. That’s why I don’t know where she is”

“Oh” I gasped in shock “I’m sorry to hear that”

“Nah, it’s ok. I did us both a favor. I love somebody else and so did she...who were we fooling but ourselves? The only difference is that she gets to be with the love of her life and I” He looked at me “Hope one day I’ll get to be with mine too” Seth gave me a weak smile before asking “So, what happened?”

“He cheated on me and she’s pregnant. But according to him, it meant nothing.” I scoff

“What? You’re kidding me?” He asks in disbelief

“To be honest I think I saw that coming...he changed, a lot! Especially with the kids...I guess it was just the calm before the storm”

“Do you know who that girl is and if she’s really pregnant?”

“No and I don’t care. The minute he slid his dick into someone else without even thinking about me or the kids or even the fact that he could bring some kind of STD home from whatever whore he’s fucking, I don’t care if she is or not pregnant. That’s his problem not mine!”

“That’s dangerous Y/N. Tomorrow morning we can go get you tested if you’d like”

“I already did, thank you” I smile in appreciation “I’m clean, thank God”

Seth sighed in relief “What are you gonna do now?”

I shrugged “I think I’ll go back to my parents house. I don’t really have a place to go so I figured that would be the best thing to do... But it’s just for a while, until I can get my life back together and then who knows?”

“Or you can stay here with me” He offers

I look at him in shock

“Seth, I-I really appreciate your gesture but I can’t accept it.”

“Why not?”

“Well, since I had Amal I’m unemployed, I wouldn’t be able to help you pay the bills plus there’s the kids and-“

“I didn’t say I wanted you here as a roommate to help me pay the bills, Y/N. I want you and the kids here as my guests! I don’t want you to worry about anything financially, I just want you to stay for as long as you need and once you figure everything out, you can leave if that’s your wish. Although I wish you won’t”

“Seth, are you sure? I don’t want us to be a burden for you”

“You could never be a burden to me, baby” He winks

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It’s been 4 months now, since we moved in with Seth. Azra is helping me to separate the chopped bell peppers by color order, so we can get dinner started while Amal stares from the kitchen door on his little baby jumper.

I sing with Azra an old Arabic song when the front door opened, making Amal scream in joy to see Seth.

“Hey buddy, where is our girls, huh?” He asked him, placing his duffel bag on the floor and going to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Seth grabs Amal from the jumper and heads to the kitchen island.

“SETH” Azra screams, quickly jumping from the island to hug Seth’s legs

“Azra! We don’t jump from other people’s furniture, that’s not polite!” I reprimanded her

“Sorry, mommy” She said hugging his legs

“It’s ok, Y/N” Seth chuckled “Hi, princess. How are you?” He squats down to grab her up in his free arm

“Good, but I missed you” She mumbles with her tiny face buried on the crook of his neck

“Aww, I missed you too, sweetie. So, so much!” He kisses her forehead

“Did you really?” Azra hopefully asked, looking into his eyes “Daddy never said he missed me” She said, hurtful

My heart hurt in anger to hear such words filled with disappointment from my daughter’s mouth. I’m gonna kill Jonathan as soon as I get the chance!

“Don’t mind him, princess. The important thing is that I missed you. And I love you so, so much!” Seth bumped his nose with hers “I love you, Azra. And you, Amal” He looks at him, making Amal giggle joyfully “And I love, mommy” Seth winked at me

“Can I call you daddy?” She asked

“Azra!” I reprimand her once more

“Of course you can, baby!” Seth smiles, kissing her cheek

Azra claps her tiny hands in happiness and says “You see, Amal. Seth is our new daddy!” She caresses Amal’s short blond hair “You have to call him daddy from now on, ok?” She asked and Amal mumbled.

With a voice full of love, Seth asked

“So, what’s for dinner?”

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After dinner, Seth puts the kids down for bed and reads them a bedtime story. Azra’s all time favorite: Aladdin.

In the middle of the story they’re fast asleep and he comes down to the living room. Sitting on the couch beside me.

“You didn’t had to do that, you know?”

“Do what?” He asked

“All those things you said to Azra! Mainly the daddy thing. That was unnecessary, Seth. I already have to kill Jonathan for hurting her like that, I don’t want to have to add you to the list as well” I spat

“Do you think I was lying about that?”

I gave him a cynical look

“So you think I let you and kids stay here with me just because I want to have the pleasure of kicking you out someday? Really, Y/N? I’m not Jonathan! You know me better than that”

I opened my mouth to say something when the doorbell rang.

Seth opened the door and the last person I was expecting to see, bursted in like the house was his.

“Where is she?”

“Hey, hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Seth stopped Jon “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I don’t recall saying you could come in, get the fuck out of my house” Seth shove him away

“I’ll only leave this house with my wife and kids! Do you think I’m dumb? Do you think that I don’t know she’s here?” Jon stepped closer to Seth “Do you think that I don’t know that you still have the hots for my wife? Give up, pal! She’s mine, I won. Now get the fuck out of my sight, so I can take my wife and kids home”

“That’s cute” Seth chuckled lightly “But not gonna happen. Get the fuck out before I kick your ass”

“Oh, you’re that committed to get that pussy, huh?” Jon laughs

“Don’t talk about her like that” Seth snarled

“She hasn’t fucked you yet, has she?” He stares at Seth for a few seconds “No, she hasn’t! That’s why you’re so desperate, right?” Jon leans forward “I gotta say though, if I were you, I would also be desperate. I mean, such a good pussy like Y/N has and to never be able to have it” Jon grinned “Would drive any man mad”

And then it happened.

Seth’s fist connected to Jon’s jaw and the most horrendous bar fight started. I ran to the front door to try to stop the fight.

“Seth, please! He’s not worth it”

“Hey doll” Jon bloody smiles “Missed me?” Jon moves his tongue in licking motions.

Seth growls punching him more vigorously on the floor

“SETH, DON’T!” I screamed

“DADDY” Azra yells, crying from the stairs and running towards the fight

“Azra, no!” I run to stop her

“Please, daddy. Stop!” She sobs

And to our surprise, she delicately places her small little hand on Seth’s arm

“Please, daddy! I don’t want you to go to that place where they keep bad men locked away” She begged

Seth quickly got up from the floor, scooping her up in his arms

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to scare you” He whispered

“Please stay with me, daddy? Don’t leave me, please” She cries

“I’ll never leave you, baby. I’ll always be here with you. I love you, remember?”

“Daddy? What the fuck?” Jon tried to approach them but stopped as soon as he sees me grabbing the fire poker

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Jon asked, slightly scared

“Get the fuck out or I swear to God I’ll kill you right here!”

“Y/N, you’re not thinking straight, doll. He brainwashed you”

“You have five seconds to leave or the next thing laying around the floor is going to be your brains”

“Kitten, please. Just hear me out-“

“You’ve been warned, Jonathan. And you know I’m crazy enough to do it! One, two-“

“No, let’s talk about it” Jon shook his head

“Five” I whispered and fastly swung the fire poker up making Jon run out the door.

I close and lock the front door and ran upstairs to check on Amal, who was surprisingly still asleep.

I meet Seth and Azra on the kitchen. They are talking while Seth holds her in his arms and makes her some chamomile tea to calm her down.

“I don’t want him as my daddy anymore. He’s mean and scary! I want you as my daddy” She sobs

“And I am, sweetie! I’ll always be here to protect you, Amal and mommy from him or any other bad men. Ok?” He asked and she nodded

“I love you” Seth hugs her tightly, kissing her temple.

“I love you too, daddy” She answers, with her arms tightly closed around Seth’s neck

“Here, baby” He gives Azra her light blue Frozen bottle with the tea on it “Drink it, so you can go night-night”

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“It took her a while but she’s sleeping now” Seth sighed “I’m sorry, Y/N. I-“

I interrupted him with a passionate kiss. Seth’s hands quickly locked around my waist, sitting me up on his en suite bathroom countertop.

“I love you” I whispered

Seth smiled “Say it again”

“I love you, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me! I love you, Seth”

He sighed in relief “I love you too, baby. Always have! Since the first day I laid eyes on you”

“Show me?” I ask

“All night long, baby” He chuckled, picking me up in his arms, taking us to his bed.

Where he kept his promise and showed me all night long why this was a choice I’ll never regret making it...

Please if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

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coffee-and-geto · 4 months ago

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“HAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?”

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to do the laundry. but why doesn’t he respond when you’re asking where’s your panties?

warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, gojo is your boyfriend, needy! gojo, cute! gojo, fluff, nipple play, panties sniffling, masturbation (m), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, sex (p in v), also based on a @/yunonoai’s comic!

wc: 2,128

“Babe, can you do the laundry? I have a call.”

“Sure,” Satoru replies, standing up from the couch where he was lazily lying down, chilling out in front of some tiktoks.

He steps towards the bathroom, the laundry hamper waiting for him to be emptied and washed. With a resigning sigh, he looks down at the heap of dirty clothes. One of them overhangs them all: your favorite panties — the one he bought you last month.

The lace surrounds with finesse the satin fabric of your favorite color.

So how can he not be hard at the only sight that reminds him how long you both haven’t had sex?

Fuck.

His breathing becomes heavier, each inhaling being a trial to not pay attention to the prominent bulge swelling down his gray jogging pants. Of course, the memory of your whimpers will always be like music to his ears, the fwap sounds of his cock buried deep, so deep, inside of your wet pussy, and his balls, so much filled with his cum and tightening when he's about to climax, slapping against your ass at each pound into you.

He is grouching now, at the edge of whining in need of your full attention — but of course, you needed to have a call at this very moment.

His hand twitches to his crotch, palming his already hard erection through the soft fabric of his pants, electricing at quiet moans, Satoru’s beautiful face wincing in pleasure. He swallows thick, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and gives in. With messy movements, he lifts up his black shirt to grab the hem at his watering mouth and muffle his cute sounds between his clenched teeth and jaw. The fresh air blow at his hard abs, making him tensing his belly with scorching skin.

His big, calloused hand fiddles with his erection, so ready to free himself from the torturous sensation of your pretty panties, which he holds between his fingers and brings to his nose to inhale your scent, which makes him like a little puppy for you. Satoru utters a desperate whimper and finally buries his hand under his clothes to release his quivering cock.

It’s much bigger than usual, beads of precum glistening on the angry red tip, and veins sinuating the flesh. Of course, it’s perfect. That’s why it will never seem strange to anyone to see him stroke himself. He lazily fucks his tight fist, picturing your sweet pussy as he closes his eyes, beads of sweat leaking from his temples a flush spreads all over his cheeks.

His length girth throbs between his digits, coursing waves of lust through him as Satoru quickens the pace, as the same as his heartbeat. Saliva damps the fabric of his black shirt, and the idea of substituting the hem of his shirt with your panties carries out straight away, increasing his arousal until it’s twitching in a maddened way. With each stroke, the pre spreads along his shaft to allow it to be lubricated, at the point that if you all of a sudden show up in the bathroom, you both can skip the foreplay but damn!

“Toru? Did you see my panties?” Your voice echoes through another room.

But he doesn’t answer anyway.

“Fuck,” he grunts in a quiet whine, “miss you so much, babe.” His balls tighten, following the next moment — and it doesn’t take that much time he expected, because a few seconds after he twists his wrist in an upstroke movement — the exact way you’d do to him — he’s already cumming on the heap of laundry, dirtying them even more they already were, puddles of a viscous liquid, spreading out in droplets as the orgasmic peak subsides.

Panting heavily, he doesn’t hear you burst into the bathroom as you exclaim, “Satoru? You serious? Look at the state of the laundry now!”

With a swift gesture, he removes your panties from his mouth and turns his head suddenly towards you. He’s unable to justify himself and simply watches your disapproving pout ruffle your pretty lips. “Sorry babe, I'll clean it up.” He also notes how your mere presence makes him hard immediately despite having softened a moment earlier with the moment of “relief” he wished to provide for himself.

“Where are my panties?” you ask a second time as you rummage, eyebrows furrowed, through the basket of dirty laundry.

Satoru rubs the back of your neck nervously and hesitates to hide your underwear in his palm. “Uh... here,” he murmurs softly, slightly discomfited as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

“You’re that much needy?”

Satoru looks down, a little boyish pout on his lips that breaks your heart. “Sorry...”

Your frown softens. “Oh, um— No, Toru, please don’t gimme that look,” you whisper, walking over to him, your hands instinctively cupping his cheeks to make him look down at you. “I’m sorry, my love. You need to tell me when you need me, okay?”

Satoru nods slowly, still guiltily pouting. “Can I have you? Please? Just one round, I swear I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs.

His request makes your lips curl up. “My boy does want me? You’re cute, almost begging like this.” You graze a kiss on his cheek. “Get on your knees.”

“Like that?” His knees make contact with the floor, his cock still outside his dangling jogging suit. He so fucking cute, listening to you so obediently.

“Good boy,” you coo, sliding pants down your thighs. Your black panties hug the swell of your hips, your intoxicating scent spreading toward Satoru’s nostrils.

He moves towards you using his knees to grip your hips and sniff your scent once more. The action makes you giggle so much that it makes you suck in a breath when he pulls down your underwear to kiss your groin. “Love you,” he whispers. “I want to taste you, please.”

“Satoru, just wait I—” But he cuts you off, darting out his tongue to lick a strip enough to feel your bundle of nerves. A moan escapes your lips, driving your breath as crazy as he’s doing with his skillful mouth.

“You’re dripping,” Satoru comments, kissing your lower lips swiftly before grabbing you by the thighs and lifting you up, dropping you off the washing machine. “Spread your legs,” he mumbled, all needy and flushed to eat you out.

And how long he hadn’t—

It’s like he’s drunk on you, ignoring your moans and whimpers as he rests his cheeks on your inner thigh to wrap his wrist around your thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs, trapping you firmly. “Keep ‘em spread, baby,” he purrs, lapping your soaked core and sensitive, puffy clit. “It tastes s’good, I’ve missed you.”

His dick twitches and throbs afterward, your sweet sounds re-hardening him and making him more swollen than he was even after the few rubs he did to relieve himself.

“Hmm, ah, Satoru, you—” you trail off, throwing back your head against the wall, your hands grabbing the washing machine’s edge until your knuckles turn white. “I’ll be close, I—” you babble, and the realization of how much not having sex with him for so long is turning you into a virgin-like. And also, the clenching feeling of your pussy, lips parting and closing around nothing hits you so hard.

You need to cum on his cock.

“Satoru, stop,” you gasp, your fingers snaking gently through his white lock and tugging them carefully.

He stops the moment after your whine reaches his ears — a sound ringing like music to his ear. “But… I haven’t made you come yet,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly with his forefinger and middle finger. His cute pout is now begging you to give him grace.

“I want to cum on your dick,” you clarify, leaning in, your lips pressing down a gentle, loving kiss on this beautiful forehead of him.

“You sure? I haven’t stretched you beforehand.” He rises from his former crouching position and holds his sensitive length closer to your core.

“I don’t mind, I just want you right now,” you blow out, kissing his free hand.

Satoru blushes — and oh, how can anyone fall in love with this cute little face you want to madly shower with cuddles and kisses? “Can we put it in while I kiss you?” he requests, bringing his lips closer to yours.

You let out a little laugh, pressing a first kiss on his lips. “You’re so cute.”

But something makes your eyes drop lower, and you feel it. Satoru’s hand holds his shaft enough well to tap the tip and the length below on your core, teasing your squelching cunt.

“C’mon, don’t tease me, I want you n— Ah!” He shuts you down by crashing his lips on yours and sliding himself easily in you, stretching you impossibly wide. “S-Satoru, you’re bigger than usual,” you whimper.

Your hands grab his broad shoulder, nails sinking in his compressed black shirt, lips moving on their own to taste yourself on his wet lips. His tender tongue asks to enter you, and you allow him, soft strokes on each other’s tongue.

Satoru moans in the melting kiss, waiting for you to adjust, and starts gentle back and forth hips moves, hissing through his teeth by the sweet, delicious tightness of yours. “You feel so good,” he squeals between kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You gasp, swallowing hard because of the different paces your brain can’t focus on — stolen kisses and perfect pounds into you. It’s so deep, so mastered, that it’s driving you mad and making you see stars.

Breaking the kiss, Satoru wraps his muscled arms around your back and encircles you flush against him, your heartbeat matching with his, and your fingernails slide down his back as you almost lose strength and balance every time his tip brushes against your cervix, etching red scratch marks for sure on his back as soon as he will remove his shirt.

With another buck before pulling out fully, he slides back in and manages to reach your deepest point, making your back arch and cry out. “Satoru, please, I’m so close,” you whine, wincing because of his hips rocking in you faster and harder.

The washing machine sways to the same rhythm, threatening to give way under your weight. Your heavy, ragged breaths fill the air in a kind of steam room. Blood beats at your ears, your gummy walls clenching around his long, big dick without ceasing and have mercy for you.

But as if that wasn’t enough, Satoru slides your top off with a swift movement of his hand to free one of your breasts and taste the nipple. He sucks hard, tongue pulling and swirling at the nub like no other. The action makes you roll your eyes, the overstimulation engulfing you like a wave would.

He then uses his head to tease your nipple with a gentle tug, his cerulean-blue eyes captivated by your curve. You squeal, your walls swallowing up his thrusts inside you, tightening more and more until he gives in and takes you back into his arms, but this time with a hand under your thigh to lift it up and enable him to reach an even more precise and deep angle, making you scream out his name.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Satoru warns you, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and his jaw tense from clenching. “Please, where—”

“Inside me, Satoru,” you whimper in the hollow of his neck, closing your eyes before the following ride crashes the two of you.

Pussy clenching around his length, you squirt on him with a small cry, and Satoru does likewise, twitching as he grunts and his hips jerk to reach your womb and fill you up with his cum.

Muscles trembling from the aftermath, you pant against him, as weak as after an intense workout. “I’ve missed you so much,” Satoru whispers in your ear, in the same state as you. His large, quaking hands stroke your hair, soothing you.

White strings escape from your full, swollen-lipped pussy, the sound of trickling filling the silence of the room.

“I promise I’ll do the laundry, but please, can we have cuddles?” Satoru demands, blinking down at you with puppy-dog eyes.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder and nod, a smile stretching your lips, as you reach out to stroke his cheek.

“Of course, my baby.”

DING DONG.

The ringing of the front door echoes in your ears and a memory pops into your head, slapping you in the face.

“Wasn’t Suguru supposed to come to borrow the washing machine here because his is broken?”

Satoru froze, flickering his eyes. “Huh?”

a/n: feelin to write something cute and smutty haha! i think writing things easy like this is unwinding me.

see how he’s so cute? 🥹 pls God give me one…

tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422 @whathappenedtobees @drippymcdrippison @koshhin @v31v3t

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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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HEADCANONS masterlist

★ headcanons feature a gn!reader unless otherwise stated

➤ SFW Headcanons

When It's MC's Turn to Cook For the Demon Brothers

Dining With the Dateables

Snacks with Thirteen and Mephisto

Shopping For Beauty Supplies ↳ Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub

When High-Achiever MC Struggles at RAD

When MC Misses Their Sibling ↳ Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Luke, Solomon

When MC Dies and is Reborn in the Celestial Realm

When MC Is Rich AF

When MC Feels Emotionally Numb

When MC Faints/Has a Panic Attack

When MC Makes The Dateables a Kiss Shirt

Going to the Movies

When Movies Make Them Cry

What They Wear To See Barbie

If The Demon Brothers Were Chubby Demons

Caring For MC's Descendants ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables

How the Little D's Act When MC Is Dating Someone ↳ Demon Brothers | Barbatos

Shadow-Walking with MC

When The Demon Brothers Hurt MC By Accident

When MC Is A Professional F1 Driver ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables + Mephistopheles

The Wild Side ↳ Demon Brothers + Karasu | The Dateables + Azra

When MC Is Scared of Snakes ↳ Leviathan, Barbatos, Mephistopheles

When It's MC's Birthday

Sharing a Birthday with MC

When MC Has a Reversible Mood Plushie

Sunday Routines ↳ Leviathan, Asmodeus, Barbatos, Solomon & Simeon, Mephistopheles

When MC Needs Surgery

The Worst Goodbye: When MC Disappears (Part I)

Welcome Home: When MC Returns (Part II)

➤ NSFW Headcanons

When MC Needs a Little TLC [ gn! + afab!Reader ]

When They Go Down on MC [ afab!Reader ] ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables

When MC Gives Them Head ↳ Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub

When MC Helps Them With Their Heats [ afab!Reader ] ↳ Demon Brothers | Diavolo + Barbatos | Mephistopheles

When MC is Quiet in Bed

When MC Has a Creative Block ↳ Simeon x Reader x Solomon

When MC Steals Their Clothes ↳ Leviathan, Solomon

When MC Sends Them Audio Porn ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables + Side Characters

Would They Use a Love Potion on MC? ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables

Got Milk? Lactation Kink Headcanons ↳ Mammon | Levi, Asmo, Beel, Belphie | Solomon ↳ Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo & Barbatos, Simeon, Karasu

Their First Kiss with MC

When They Say "F*ck Lucifer"

When They Find Out MC Has a FWB ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables

When Solomon Is MC's FWB

Dating a Chubby!Reader ↳ Thirteen | Solomon | Karasu

Late Night Cravings (For MC) ↳ Leviathan, Belphegor

How They Mark MC

When MC is Shy in Bed

Going on a Road Trip with Driver!MC

When They Have a Size Kink ↳ Older Brothers

When MC's Lover Has Wings

Watching the Movie Se7en

Shower Thoughts: Their Bathing Habits

➤ Return to: Obey Me! Masterlist

#jes.admin #masterlist #obey me masterlist

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tasksweekly · 8 years ago

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[TASK 033: TURKEY]

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Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite Turkish faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by a Turkish artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on Turkish culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

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Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

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Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Note: If you’re using this masterlist for casting purposes please do further research before casting any of the following, it was difficult finding sources for most of these and don’t know if they’re ethnically or nationally Turkish. Many thanks.

Female:

Nebahat Çehre (72) Turkish - actress

Turkish (71) Turkish - actress, screenwriter & director.

Demet Akbağ (57) Turkish - actress

Aydan Şener (54) Turkish - actress

Hülya Avşar (54) Turkish / Kurdish - actress, pop folk singer, businesswoman, columnist, fashion designer, magazine editor, professional tennis player & former beauty pageant titleholder.

Zerrin Tekindor (52) Turkish - actress & painter.

Vahide Perçin (51) Rumelian Turkish - actress.

Vendela Kirsebom (50) Turkish, Norwegian - model actress.

Meltem Cumbul (47) Turkish - actress & TV personality.

Lisa Marie Varon (46) Puerto Rican / Turkish - professional wrestler.

Anna Silk (43) English, Turkish, Cypriot - actress.

Tina Kandelaki (41) Georgian, Greek/Pontic/Pontian Greek / Armenian, Turkish - journalist, public figure, TV presenter & producer.

Fadik Sevin Atasoy (41) Turkish - actress.

Songül Öden (40) Zaza - actress.

Nurgül Yeşilçay (40) Turkish - actress.

Ahu Türkpençe (40) Turkish - actress.

Ceyda Düvenci (39) Kırklareli / Thessaloniki - actress.

Maya Jupiter (38/39) Mexican / Turkish - rapper, songwriter & radio personality.

Özgü Namal (38) Turkish - actress, singer, songwriter, director & screenwriter.

Mine Tugay (38) Turkish - actress.

Selma Ergeç (38) Turkish-German - actress, beauty pageant titleholder, model, designer, philologist, psychologist & doctor.

Ayda Field (37) Turkish / possibly English - actress.

Çağla Kubat (37) Turkish - Turkish model, actress & windsurfer.

Zeynep Beşerler (37) Turkish - actress.

Burcu Kara (37) Turkish - actress.

Aslı Tandoğan (37) Turkish - actress & harpist.

Sibel Kekilli (36) Turkish - actress

Demet Evgar (36) Turkish - actress

Nehir Erdoğan (36) Turkish - actress

Nur Fettahoglu (36) Turkish - actress.

Cansu Dere (36) Turkish - actress, model & beauty pageant runner-up

Ayse Tezel (36) Turkish / Anglo-New Zealander - actress.

Sedef Avcı (35) Turkish - model & actress.

Deniz Çakır (35) Turkish - actress

Azra Akın (35) Turkish-Dutch - actress, dancer, model & beauty queen.

Tuba Büyüküstün (34) Crimea / Crete, Turkish nationality - actress.

Belçim Bilgin (34) Turkish - actress.

Didem Balçın (34) Turkish - actress.

Bergüzar Korel (34) Turkish - actress.

Erin Kaplan (33/34) Turkish, Dutch - model & television personality.

Meryem Uzerli (33) Turkish / German - actress & model.

Aylin Tezel (33) Turkish / German - actress.

Beren Saat (33) Turkish - actress.

Bade İşcil (33) Turkish - actress.

Naz Elmas (33) Turkish - actress.

Saadet Aksoy (33) Turkish, Egyptian, Greek - actress.

Pelin Karahan (32) Turkish - actress.

Birce Akalay (32) Turkish - actress.

Funda Onal (32) Turkish - model & dancer.

Berrak Tüzünataç (32) Turkish - actress.

Aslı Enver (32) Turkish - actress.

Seda Güven (32) Turkish - actress

Eda Özerkan (32) Turkish - actress.

Daphne Öz (31) Turkish, some Circassian / Italian, Irish, Cornish, Swedish, Swiss-German - auther & television host.

Alice Greczyn (31) French, Japanese, Polish, Chinese, Korean, German, Irish, Native American, Scotch, English, Greek, Hungarian, Turkish, Swedish and Czech - actress & model.

Hadise (31) Turkish - singer, dancer, songwriter & television personality.

Hande Doğandemir (31) Turkish - actress, TV host & sociologist.

Fahriye Evcen (30) Circassian, her paternal family are Turkish who immigrated from Kavala - actress.

Elçin Sangu (30) Circassian - actress & model.

Selen Soyder (30) Turkish - actress, activist, model & beauty pageant titleholder.

Ezgi Asaroğlu (29) Turkish - actress.

Merve Boluğur (29) Turkish - actress.

Ceyda Ateş (29) Turkish - actress.

Sinem Kobal (29) Turkish - actress.

Atiye (28) Turkish / Dutch - pop singer.

Xenia Deli (27) Moldovan / Turkish - model.

Leyla Lydia Tuğutlu (27) Turkish - actress.

Farah Zeynep Abdullah (26) Turkish - actress.

Hazal Kaya (26) Turkish - actress.

Serenay Sarıkaya (25) Turkish - actress and model.

Neslihan Atagül (24) Turkish - actress.

Gizem Karaca (24) Turkish - actress & model.

Lara Melda (23) Turkish / British - pianist.

Hande Erçel (23) Turkish - actress.

Melisa Şenolsun (20) Turkish - actress.

Sude Zulal Güler (?) Turkish - actress.

Male:

Halit Akçatepe (79) Turkish - actor.

Şener Şen (75) Turkish - actor.

Metin Akpınar (75) Turkish - actor & comedian.

Çetin Tekindor (71) Turkish - actor.

Kadir İnanır (67) Turkish - film actor & director.

Ferhan Şensoy (66) Turkish - playwright, actor and stage director.

Haluk Bilginer (62) Turkish - actor.

Altan Erkekli (62) Turkish - actor.

Erkan Can (58) Turkish - actor.

Ferzan Özpetek (58) Turkish - film director & screenwriter.

Serhat (52) Turkish - singer, producer & television presenter.

Fikret Kuşkan (51) Turkish - actor.

Yılmaz Erdoğan (49) Kurdish - filmmaker, actor & poet.

Erdal Beşikçioğl (47) Turkish - actor.

Halit Ergenç (46) Turkish - actor.

Nejat İşler (45) Turkish - actor.

Necati Şaşmaz (45) Turkish - actor.

Engin Günaydın (45) Turkish - actor & comedian.

Yiğit Özşener (44) Turkish - actor.

Burak Hakkı (44) Turkish - actor.

Cansel Elçin (43) Turkish - actor.

Cem Yılma (43) Turkish - comedian, actor, musician, filmmaker, scenarist & cartoonist,

Kenan İmirzalıoğlu (42) Turkish - actor and former model.

Mehmet Günsür (41) Turkish - model, actor and producer.

Haluk Piyes (41) Turkish-German - actor.

Hal Ozsan (40) Turkish-Cypriot - actor.

Okan Yalabık (38) Turkish - actor.

Murat Yıldırım (37) Kurdish / Arab, Turkish nationality - actor.

Engin Altan Düzyatan (37) Turkish - actor.

Mehmet Akif Alakurt (37) Turkish - actor & model.

Mert Fırat (36) Turkish - actor & screenwriter.

Engin Akyürek (35) Turkish - actor.

Buğra Gülsoy (35) Turkish - actor, architect, director, graphic designer & photographer.

Tolgahan Sayışman (35) Turkish - actor.

Kadir Doğulu (24) Turkish - actor.

Dennis Roady (33) German, possibly other / Turkish - internet personality.

Burak Özçivit (32) Turkish - actor and model.

Arda Turan (30) Turkish - footballer.

Barış Arduç (29) Albanian, Turkish nationality - actor.

Emre Turkmen (28) Turkish - musician.

Deniz Akdeniz (26) Turkish - actor.

Aras Bulut İynemli (26) Turkish - actor.

Çağatay Ulusoy (26) Bosniak / Bolgerian, Turkish nationality - actor.

Skandar Keynes (25) English / Lebanese, Persian, Turkish - actor.

Enes Kanter (24) Turkish - basketball player.

Ekin Koç (24) Turkish - actor.

Hakan Çalhanoglu (23) Turkish - footballer.

Emre Can (23) Turkish - footballer.

Sam Pottorff (21) Arabic, Turkish and White - vlogger.

Güven Kıraç (?) Turkish - actor.

Erdal Özyağcılar (?) Turkish - actor.

Alperen Duymaz (?) Turkish - actor.

Uğur Yücel (?) Turkish - actor, producer & director.

Trans:

N/A

Non-binary:

N/A

Use at your own discretion:

Taylor Marie Hill (20) Irish, Scottish, Turkish, and Native American - racism (x)

-C

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borntoreignrpg-blog · 8 years ago

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legendsofmyriad · 1 year ago

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Legends of Myriad: Arc One - Chapter 20: The Soul Mage

Chapter 19 | Chapter 21

Arc One Masterlist

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“It is good to see you, Professor Quinn,” Bartholomew said, welcoming his newest guest with a firm handshake and a twinkle-eyed smile. “I hope your journey was not too uncomfortable.”

“Strange, but not troublesome,” Azra assured him.

“Your mentor had expressed great admiration for your skills.”

“I will do what I can to live up to that,” the soul mage promised, following his host deeper into the laboratory. He gaped at the vibrating equipment that sustained the professor’s work and the peculiar plants that crowded the garden at the far end. His eyes tracked the room’s magnificence up to the balconies, where he spotted the elegant flow of a long-backed coat and the harmonised aura of crimson and lavender. With a book in one hand and the other teasing the tip of her braid, Lilith wandered aimlessly above. She still concentrates the same, he thought.

Acutely aware of the attention aimed at her, she paused in her placid pacing and turned in his direction. In a gesture of surrender, he bent his head, a silent plea for some sign of clemency. When he rose again, the balcony lay bare, and Lilith disappeared up a winding staircase in a flutter of thin fabric and hurt. Though he was tempted to go after her, to talk to her before she stubbornly attempted to avoid him, Bartholomew’s assertive voice prompted him to focus on the more pressing matter of the storm.

Azra’s inner turmoil passed unnoticed by Bartholomew as he excitedly recounted the knowledge he had gained from researching past explorers of similar weather phenomena. “Am I right in assuming that you have been studying soul magic for some time now?” he questioned.

“Yes,” Azra said, distracting himself by an unusually large cluster of zedite. “Almost as soon as magic returned to Solgarde, I found myself drawn to the connection between the living soul and raw magic.”

“Ah, well, I would like to hear of your findings. Much has changed, and I am keen to learn about any fresh developments.”

“Altair kept copies of all of my published papers. I’m sure he’d be happy to share them.”

Bartholomew’s fascinated grin remained as he rose from the sheet-strewn surface of the desk he leaned on. “Before you begin your examination of the storm, would you like a tour?” he asked.

“I would appreciate that,” Azra answered. “While Professor Bevan provided me with some explanation as to what is going on outside, there are a few things that I need to clarify.”

“Of course. This way.”

Their voices fading, Altair ensured the double doors beside the compact botanical garden had swung shut before he trudged up the meandering staircases to the highest level. He slowed once at the top and approached the pensive woman as he would a boiling vial.

“A trio of professors,” Lilith grunted. “Just what I need.” She fought the compulsion to pick at the skin by her nails, clenching and unclenching her fists until the urge passed. Farina would only scold her for it if she saw the flakey mess. ‘A mage must take good care of their hands,’ her guardian always admonished when she noticed the dry blotches by her fingernails. ‘They are the bridge between you and magic.’

Altair relaxed his defensive expression. While in the past he may have reprimanded her for the snarky comment, he understood her current situation left her agitated. After the war, she had been resolute in her refusal to meet with Azra again, and although he was saddened by the rift between them, he respected her wishes. He tried to convince himself that this was different, the nine worlds relied on all of them working together, but the regret of breaking that promise to her still lingered.

“Why don’t you return to Solgarde for a little while?” he suggested, reminiscent of the fatherly manner he used to calm her when she tearfully admitted her doubts. “I am sure Farina would be delighted to see you and learn of your adventures.”

“I promised Bartholomew I’d help him wake The Core,” she sighed. “Until that is done and Myriad is safe gain, I must remain here.”

“Lilith.” Altair dithered by the railing, hoping that she might turn to him, but her violet gaze persisted in chasing the steady rotation of the holographic map below them, as though the twinkling golden glow would pacify her pain. “The purge is over. Azra wanted revenge, not to hurt anybody. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t consider the same if the opportunity arose.”

Lilith’s eyes blazed with a purple fire as she rounded on him and hissed a firm “no.” With a hard swallow, she straightened her posture. “I would rather spend an eternity in a nightmare than betray everybody I love. I’d never do what he did. He… he made a choice, he went against us, and… and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“One day you’re going to have to, otherwise it will consume you. Azra did what he did for his own reasons, and in the end, he realised the error of his ways and helped us win the war. He asked for forgiveness, he took full responsibility for his actions, and you cannot stand there and pretend you have lived a blameless life.”

Bristling under her skin, his words crawled and burst like firecrackers, barbed ashes sprinkling down to scorch her. He thought he had all the information, but he was missing crucial details she possessed. And as much as she wanted to correct him, to horrify him, she wouldn’t, if only to protect herself.

“People are dead because of him, people I loved,” she said.

“Azra used to be one of those people,” Altair replied, doleful and trying. “There was talk of union bells and-”

“Those rumours were nothing more than speculation,” Lilith asserted. “And this is not your choice to make. It isn’t up to you, or Farina, or the councillors, or anybody else for that matter what I do in this regard. If I wish to live the rest of my life hating that man, then I will.”

“Hate?” A sorrowful note crept into Altair’s voice. “Dearest, I may not have witnessed as many wonders as some, but I know more about matters of the heart than you realise. Hate and love are both born of passion and can be mistaken for one another. I have seen you hate before, and it did not look like this.”

His eyes fell to the criss-crossed floor as he took a step away from her. “But you are right, and I apologise for pushing the subject. I only want to speak with you about it because I see you are both in pain, and I wish to help you heal in any way I can.”

The fury waned. Stood before her, Altair’s distant demeanour appeared so meek and mild that a pang of regret mounted in her chest, not only for how she’d spoken to him, but for everything he had been forced to endure due to his association with her. Every time they met, she discerned the conflict within him as he tried to balance his loyalty to her and his former apprentice. It couldn’t have been easy to be someone who could fix complex machinery and equipment, but not the clash between the two people he cared about the most.

“I know,” she spoke measuredly, “but you must let it be. Some things just can’t be repaired, and it’s better to leave them alone than keep trying and make them worse.”

Altair expressed his understanding with a nod and a comforting smile that she gratefully returned. “Just promise to take care of yourself while you’re on your adventures,” he said earnestly. “Solgarde can be dangerous enough at times, but the worlds out there… stars above only know what awaits you.”

“As careful as I have always been,” she affirmed.

Altair’s bushy eyebrows arched. “You know,” he sighed, joining her by the balcony railing, “that is not as comforting as you think it is.”

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The lab felt like a refuge as Bartholomew shut the door on the shrieking wind and ash flurries. He removed his gloves and goggles in one swift motion and threw them onto the shelf by the coat hooks.

“Azra is evaluating the storm,” he said, dusting the smoky specks from his waistcoat. “You have taught him well, Professor Bevan.”

“The credit is not solely mine,” Altair admitted. “He has nurtured his mind and been persistent in his education. Did I ever tell you how we met?”

Turning away, Lilith suppressed a roll of her eyes, knowing his golden student would have flushed to the tip of his nose if he were within earshot of the gushing praise. Azra had always loathed the spotlight that Altair’s proud speeches brought. In the past, she might have steered the conversation to protect him from unwanted attention, but instead she left the professors to their discussion and sidled over to the window, perching herself on the flat sill to watch the murky world outside.

Spirals of ash twisted in erratic oscillations as clumps rose and descended. She tried following one cluster, but it quickly clashed and split into several dizzying bundles. Those particles were once people. Withered and worn, their lives had become nothing more than specks in the weeping wind.

Azra’s magic pulsed within the swirling mass, edging out and up in deliberate, methodical shifts. Precise crimson forks injected life into the gritty cloud. If the war had taken a different turn, she may have been out there with him, trading sarcastic comments that left him smirking and blushing in a way only she knew how.

The mournful welling in her chest swarmed, and she pressed back against the glass, hunching over to control the unsteady bounce of her legs. She couldn’t keep doing this. She needed to stop dwelling on the past and pondering how matters may have turned out if certain decisions had never been made. He had chosen his path, and she had chosen hers. There was no going back now.

Deep in the recesses of her remorse, she wanted to forgive him, to return to the unity they had shared all those years ago. Try as she might to envision a life with him, the weight of his betrayal and the crushing heartache it left in its wake persisted. She still saw him stood with the enemy while her friends burned, while their home was hacked apart and families separated forever.

‘I have seen you truly hate before, and it did not look like this.’

It grated on her nerves that Altair was right. While she had vowed bloody vengeance against others she despised, she struggled to bring herself to think of Azra in that way. She didn’t know if she ever would, and the uncertainty gnawed at her.

“You seem rather deep in thought,” Altair observed as he seated himself at her side. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to pry again. Lesson learned.”

A smile crossed her face, and in response, the professor of magic grinned warmly. “Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to be so-”

“I take full responsibility for pushing,” he assured her, bearing his palms up in apology. “Sometimes my mouth runs away with my heart.” He squirmed on the hard and unforgiving wood beneath him, time-worn bumps digging into his thigh.

“Are you all right there?” Lilith asked. “Would you like me to fetch you a cushion?”

“No, thank you. I…” Altair huffed and ceased wriggling. “May I ask for your view on something?”

Intrigued, she shuffled to the edge of the broad windowsill and leaned toward the man who had guided her through her early adult years. He often sought her opinion, but this time his demeanour seemed different. More skittish than usual. “Go ahead.”

“I have been thinking about what I’d like to do once our situation with The Core has been resolved. Before and during the war, I had a purpose on Solgarde and I was honoured to use my skills for the betterment of our home. But now…”

Lilith’s attention fell to the professor’s wrinkled hands, wringing and trembling in his lap. “Something has changed?”

“It has.” The hologram of the nine worlds gradually rotating mesmerised Altair as he stared at the gentle spin, civilisations passing him by in a hopeful glimmer. “In the books here, I have studied what this planet looked like, how it used to function, and how vital it was to Myriad. I want to be a part of restoring it.”

“You want to stay here?”

“Not permanently, but for a good while. I think I could be of use, but with home still recovering from the war and our own people needing-”

“Stay,” Lilith told him, almost a whisper in the churning buzz of the room. “If this is where you wish to be, then you should stay. There’s nothing stopping you from helping Solgarde from here.” At the hum in agreement and the thoughtful tilt, she sensed the cogwheels in his mind turning, contemplating the future and his place in it. “You will be missed, but that’s inevitable.”

“It gladdens my heart to hear you say that,” Altair replied. “Wherever we both end up, you must promise to visit.”

“Oh, I’m not sure,” she said, feigning a dramatic sigh. “I shall be incredibly busy getting into all sorts of trouble.” She glanced at him with mischief dancing in her eyes, and he chuckled at her antics. “I’ll always make time for you. You know that.”

“I do,” he replied. While he remained steadfastly focused on the current task in hand, he couldn’t withhold his curiosity about what lay ahead. With the gateways opening up paths for all, he knew that Lilith’s journey would take her to places he could not follow, and he only hoped his prior care and nurture would prepare her for the adventure she would embark on.

Heralded by the screech of unnatural winds and trailing dirt, Azra hurried into the laboratory in a flurry of specks and cinders. With every slight movement, his crumpled shirt scattered pale grains that collected in the seams of his trousers and puddled around his shoes.

“That is quite the storm,” he said. “I didn’t realise living ash could cause such phenomena.”

“It is a rarity,” Bartholomew replied, hanging up his jacket with care. “Which is why we need your expertise.”

“I can’t be certain how long it will take until I begin working through it, but I’ll try my best to clear as much as I can,” Azra assured him as his host led him up the spiral staircase to the upper levels.

“You are more than welcome to stay here while you work,” Professor Spark offered. “Or if you prefer, you can travel to and from Solgarde should that prove easier. For now, I think it may be best for you to clean away the rest of the ash. It gets awfully itchy.” He gestured through a set of doors to the tranquil inner passageways. “Head straight down there and take a left at the end. There is a washroom on the far right.”

Azra thanked him and followed his directions, feeling the dust particles stubbornly clinging to his hair and ruffling the roots to dislodge them. Some caught beneath his nails and he grumbled as he picked them clean, peeling at the more stubborn flecks.

He was so preoccupied with the irritating grains he didn’t have time to stop before almost colliding with the dark-clothed figure rounding the corner. He stumbled in an unsteady retreat and striking violet stared up at him.

“Lili-” He coughed and righted himself, ceasing his fussing. “Commander Cleaver.”

“Professor Quinn,” Lilith said.

Azra’s wide eyes swept over her face and the curl of midnight hair that had slipped from her braided crown. There had been a time when he would have gently nestled it with the rest, but he sensed the hurt pouring from her soul, the raw ache he had caused and failed to remedy, and held back.

His bulky form blocked the faint sunlight dribbling through the window and plunged her into shadow, the raging elements outside roiling within the glowing wedge behind him. “It seems you brought most of the storm inside with you,” she commented, unclenching her jaw and curbing the compulsion to skim the ashes from his scrunched shirt.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” he replied.

“But you can fix it?”

“With time.”

Lilith nodded and let her gaze roam the floorboards while Azra’s guilt roved, hunting for some trace of forgiveness. In that moment, she may have given it to him if he had asked, relented just to be free of the suffocating pain. Instead, he stepped aside to allow her to pass. Finally clear, the sunlight dripped further in until it swallowed her.

“I will let you get on,” he said into the quiet remorse festering between them. “I’m sure you have a lot to do.” For a tentative second, she hesitated, and he held his breath. Say something, he silently urged. Please. Disappointment gripped him as she walked by without so much as a hum in response.

As he started down the lengthy walkway, the sound of heels clicking grew distant and abruptly stopped. He strained his ears, waiting for her voice to call back. When he peeked around the corner, she momentarily faltered, on the verge of turning in the seconds before she straightened her posture and continued her purposeful strides.

When she returned to the central hub, the churn of the apparatus and muffled voices below provided her with a comforting distraction from her thoughts. Shoving the bothersome curl aside, she made her way down the twisting steps to the ground floor.

She arrived to an avid discussion and a jumble of books spread across the far desk, the two older professors engaging in an eager exchange of ideas and counterpoints. The hurried swap of theories reminded her of her early days at the Academy, corridors alive with academic debate and classrooms nurturing thriving minds. The first normal conversation she’d had with her friend, Nissa, had been like a blessing from the stars. Pastries, she recalled, wandering over to the screens monitoring Solgarde. She talked about her favourite pastries and how they were made.

A nostalgic smile graced her lips as the memories flowed. It hadn’t all been bad. She had had moments of joy, tiny and trivial to anyone else, but to her they extended merciful hands in those bleak hours. Their unwavering love reminded her that no matter what the future held, she had people who would be there to help her. And in the deepest recesses of her heart, nestled within the writhing shadows of deceit and hurt, she knew Azra was one of them.

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coffee-and-geto · 3 months ago

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satoru can be a clingy partner.

like, really clingy.

he likes having something of yours that watches over him or keeps him company when he can’t smother you between the muscles of his long arms. usually, he loves it when in the morning — before you both head off to work — you spritz on your favorite perfume, and he does the same with his. but he always craves that little piece of you.

so he almost (definitely?) begs you to spray a little of your fragrance on him. that way, he’ll have a part of you with him all day. and when that’s no longer enough, he drops to his knees in front of you, hugging you while whining, face buried into the plush of your belly.

“just one, pleeease!”

“satoru, your students are going to—”

“BOOHOOOOOO!” he cries, waterworks of tears streaming from his eyes behind his black blindfold.

so, after this morning tantrum, he’s beaming with the most adorable smile, while you pepper his face with kisses from your pink gloss, leaving shiny marks on his flawless, milky skin.

“gojo-sensei, why do you have kiss marks on your face?” yuji asks, furrowing his brows as he approaches the training yard.

satoru, his face peaceful and still dreamily dazed by your kisses, snaps out of his trance.

“haa?”

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coffee-and-geto · 21 days ago

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LET ME WARM YOU UP

summary: satoru comes home after an early morning when he went to the bakery to buy you some pastries, frozen to the bone by the biting early december cold. doesn’t he deserve to find you under the warm comforter where your warm presence hides?

cw: fluff, domestic, gojo has his nose pink from the cold, he’s silly, needy and so in love <3, i have put some pastries i know bc i’m french but ignore them if you don’t like croissant (what’s on ur mind) or pain au chocolat (i agree on this).

wc: 721

When Satoru enters the bakery — his body draped in a long coat, head wrapped in a knit cap, and half his face hidden behind a large scarf — the gentle chime of the entrance bell feels like a sweet melody mingling with the warm, sugary scent of the quiet, early-morning haven.

Behind the sparkling glass displays are heaps of pastries that make his mouth water. From chocolate croissants to apple turnovers, the variety of treats teases his senses as he approaches the kind, tiny baker, who barely reaches his chest.

“Good morning, young man,” she coos like a grandmother, tilting her head up to look at him. “Feeling like something sweet this early?”

Six o’clock in the morning — was it too early?

Satoru would camp outside the bakery if it meant sharing pastries with you.

He hums thoughtfully. “I’d like a brioche, a chocolate croissant, a croissant, an éclair, and a strawberry tart,” he says, distracted by the vibrant colors tempting him to buy out the entire bakery.

The baker grabs a bag and carefully places his order inside, smiling warmly.

“Will that be all, young man?”

Satoru nods.

“Alright.” She names the total price and hands him the large bag once he pays. “Are you planning to eat all of this yourself, young man?”

A smile capable of melting ice stretches across Satoru’s face, despite being hidden behind his scarf. “I’ll share it with my girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you.” After he pays, the baker hands him a blue lollipop, the kind that colors your tongue. “A boy like you, who takes such good care of his loved ones, deserves this.”

Satoru accepts it with a word of thanks before heading home, where you’re unknowingly waiting for him, still tucked beneath the warm covers of your bed.

He enters the apartment silently, closing the door with care and removing his shoes and coat in near-perfect quiet. In the kitchen, he wastes no time arranging a breakfast tray, loading it with the pastries he bought and a cup of tea and coffee.

He performs the task with an adorably proud smile, humming cheerfully at the thought of sharing a warm breakfast with you under the blanket, where you’d thaw his December-chilled body.

With the tray prepared to perfection, he carries it to the bedside table and sets it down gently before slipping into the bed. The combination of the soft blanket and your warmth, still lingering in the sheets, begins to ease the cold from his body. His stiff, frozen arms wrap around you, rousing you from sleep.

“Toru?” you whisper, your eyes fluttering open as a yawn escapes your lips.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Satoru murmurs into the crook of your warm neck.

You shiver at how cold he feels. “Did you go out?” You turn to wrap your arms around him, planting a kiss on his nose, pink from the cold.

“Brought pastries,” he hums. “Wanna eat with me?” He blinks at you cutely, his snow-dusted lashes framing eyes as deep and blue as the ocean.

“You did?” The corners of your mouth turn down as you pull him closer. Satoru’s habit of buying things for you without needing to be asked makes your heart ache in the sweetest way. “Of course, my love.” You pepper kisses all over his face. “Love you so much.”

He grins so cutely you want to crush his head in your arms.

Minutes later, you’re both sitting up in bed, the makeshift tray perched on your shared lap as you indulge in a perfect breakfast.

Through the bedroom window, the first snowflakes of December fall onto the balcony, covering it in a white blanket that matches your lover’s hair. The sky, equally white, might’ve seemed dull and cold, but sitting beside Satoru, who is devouring almost all the pastries, brightens the weather.

Once your stomachs are full, Satoru burrows under the blanket, pressing his face against your pajama-clad stomach. A giggle escapes you, your chest shaking gently with the sound.

“What are you doing?” you ask, raising a playful eyebrow.

“Cuddling,” he mumbles, his voice muffled by the comforter.

“You look more like a whiny cat, you know.”

“If a whiny cat gets cuddles, then I am one.”

Your laughter bubbles over, warming Satoru, who nearly purrs as your fingers scratch at his scalp.

a/n: hello guys :)) i know it’s been like two weeks w/ anything but let’s forget that, hmm? so 1st december is the birthday of my bsf haha and sadly the end of fall for me... (i’m depressed bc of this). but, i’m in the mood to write everything fluffy, etc. (saying this while my brain is mentally preparing a big angsty fic for the coming weeks bwahahaha). hope you guys have a nice week and see you soon <33

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