#{ I don't do being alone very well and it gets to me fairly fast. }

[yuichiroswife]

{ I need to get out of bed already, but my motivation is just... nonexistent at this point... }

[stolenviolet]

I saw in your baby death au story explanation that Harry can't sleep alone unless he has the doors open (correct me if I'm wrong). If I'm correct, does that mean Voldemort and Harry sleep in the same bed sometimes? And if not, how did Voldmort notice the specifics something like that?

Ah, good question!

He can sleep alone, but not very well (the door being open helps a bit but overall he just needs someone there with him). Even when he got his own room at the Dursley's, he had Hedwig to keep him company.

And like I said, there's no 'sleeping' together for quite a while, so how DID Voldemort notice?

The short answer:

They live in the same house (an agreement that was reached by the two of them, more for convenience sake, as they raise Thomas) so it would be odd if Voldemort hadn't noticed it eventually.

The long answer:

During the first two or three years of living under the same roof, Harry never slept anywhere besides the nursey. At first, Voldemort chalked it up as some sort of paternal instinct to protect Thomas. (most likely from Voldemort himself) However, while retiring to his own chambers in the evening, he always found it curious that Harry would leave the door slightly cracked.

'Would it not make more sense to have the door closed?,' he thought, 'The sound of it opening would surely be enough to wake him if someone were to enter the room...'

He shook his head, 'Perhaps the boy was clever enough to cast the appropriate spells to do so instead.'

He tested this theory once by walking into the room late one night and standing directly by the crib. Annoyingly, Harry never did stir from his slumber on the chaise lounge he had claimed in lieu of an actual bed. Both him and the baby remained fast asleep, completely unaware of the powerful wizard looming in the darkness so close by.

Voldemort honestly didn't know whether to be insulted (as he was clearly not viewed as a threat) or disappointed in the fact that there were, indeed, no protection or alarm spells in the room.

A problem he quickly remedied himself for the sake of the spawn's well-being, as it appears his 'Ma' would not be roused if an intruder were to somehow break past the home's already impressive wards.

And so Harry continued to sleep in the same room as his son, with the door slightly ajar, until Thomas was old enough to have his own bed.

This is when Voldemort began to notice that Harry did not take well to sleeping alone at night.

He would often find the 'boy-who-lived' looking quite dead on his feet, with heavy bags under his eyes, constantly drifting in and out of conversations.

After a good two or so weeks of this, Voldemort had finally had enough and decided to confronted him. Unsurprisingly, he was quickly brushed off, and the subject was changed almost immediately. No matter how many times he tried, he was always met with the same sort of response.

'Why do you even care?'

'Yes, I'm getting enough sleep. Stop asking, it's weird.'

'So what if I get nightmares, your probably the cause of most of them anyway!'

'I'm fine! Don't you have an animal or person or-or something to go torture other than me? Just-...just leave me alone...'

Needless to say, this was getting him no where and apart from drugging the boy with a sleeping draught every night, Voldemort was almost at his wits end.

That was unit one morning Harry came down from his room for breakfast looking fairly well-rested with a chipper-than-normal attitude.

Voldemort was puzzled.

What had changed? Did he just have one good night without anything haunting his dreams? Surely that was bound to happen at some point, but it was unlikely to be a regular occurrence.

However, weeks ticked by and Harry's eyes seemed brighter and his mood rapidly began to improve. He even started to engage in somewhat pleasant small talk when the two found themselves alone for more then five minutes at a time.

It was all very welcome and highly suspicious.

So, being the curious man that he was, Voldemort decided it was once again time to lurk about in the middle of the night for the cause of this sudden change in behavior.

And what he found, as he stood in the threshold of Harry's room, took him by surprise.

There, on the plush four poster bed coiled up next to his sleeping prophesized enemy, was Nagini.

Sensing his presence, she raised her large head to regard her master, who remained fixed in the doorway.

'Master's mate was in dire need of comfort. Nagini has decided she will be the one to provide it.'

Voldemort did not correct her, too busy trying to determine what exactly he was feeling in that moment to give her a proper response.

'...He is also very warm and a far better cuddler than master.'

That snapped him out of his thoughts long enough for him to huff out a quick, 'Don't be rude, Nagini.' To which she replied with a series of hisses that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

He sighed, and foolishly hoped she didn't notice the darkening of his cheeks.

'Very well, you may continue to provide...comfort. Thank you, my Nagini.'

She nodded once and went back to resting her head next to Harry's on his pillow.

He stayed in the doorway a while longer, observing the last two pieces of his soul huddled close to one another, before finally turning to walk silently back to his own room.

--

Nagini: you suck at cuddling and you're a terrible mate.

Voldemort:

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Thanks for the ask, anon! ❤️

[fun-k-board]

Hi, may I request a headcanons of The Brotherhood(Quicksilver, Blob and Toad) whose crush is gn reader? How would they act?

The Brotherhood (X-Men: Evolution) X gender neutral crush

Note(s) : Sorry it took so long, I was struggling to figure out how to write for them (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) I think I got it right though?

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

'Hey! Over here, nooo, not there, silly! Here!'

Oh he's so annoying (affectionate)

Pietro's main goal is to make you think about him wherever you are, that means bugging you constantly.

Assuming you're in the same school, he's constantly switching out your homework with blank pieces of paper, drawing messages in your books, speeding over to poke you in class knowing you can't do anything about it, etc.

It only gets worse if you're an X-Man.

During missions if you're against each other he's constantly going after you, it's gotten him in trouble with Mystique more times than he can count because he refuses to acknowledge the main purpose of the mission, instead, he only wants to annoy you.

Sometimes it's just pushing you over then zooming away, other times he constantly taunts you while running so fast you can't catch him or tell where he's going next, whatever it is, he makes sure it's enough of a bother that you start to get frustrated.

If you're in the brotherhood he can at least get missions done but you know he's bothering you the entire time, you basically end up doing all the work.

Is he flirty? Absolutely.

Expect his arm around your shoulders or waist while he talks on and on so fast you can't even catch what he's saying, but when he does slow down he's all 'You're the only one for me.' 'I love your shirt, is it new?' 'Your eyes are so beautiful, I could stare at them for hours.'

Lance and Todd are throwing up in the background.

Wanda wants to punch her brother into a separate dimension.

Fred's just chilling.

Think of him like Lance with Kitty but more focused on teasing you rather than being completely smitten, don't get him wrong, he loves you and he'd probably even make you a sandwich if you asked, but he'll be an asshole about it.

'Oh, come on, that's so much effort! Can't you just do it yourself?' but before you can answer he zooms off to do what you asked of him. 'here, I guess.' he huffs, a grin on his face as he hands you the item you requested.

Frederick J. Dukes / The Blob

'Do I have to stay with them..?'

Fred is under the assumption that it's impossible for you to like him back after what happened with Jean, of course he was pushy and unfair with her, but she also rejected him and all of the X-Men despise him. So, he doesn't exactly have many options when it comes to friendship, let alone dating, besides the Brotherhood.

Then comes you.

Whether you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, Morlock, perhaps just a fellow mutant, or a human, student at school, he'll truly never believe that he has a chance.

While before he was fairly obsessive and pushy with his crushes, with you he's silent and very awkward, even if you're nice to him he expects backlash if he ever confesses.

If you're a member of the brotherhood his awkwardness is slightly less explainable and far more noticeable, you're his teammate, you spend almost all day together, yet he can hardly look at you and loudly complains when he's paired with you or left alone with you. It probably makes you feel like he hates you.

He's very embarrassed if you confront him about it.

Awkward, he stumbles over his words and is breathing a little heavy as he does so, trying his best to explain that he doesn't hate you, he's just. Well. You see.

It's a similar situation if you attend his school, human or mutant, he's very sweet to you and tends to avoid messing with you. Fred usually quiets down when you get near, almost shutting down in a way. The others tease him for it all the time.

He'll most likely try to avoid you, maybe Lance, Pietro and Todd will push him to interact with you just to 'stop him from bugging them about it', they totally just want to help him out, and it ends with him always running away in embarrassment or assuming, if you're quiet or not that reactive, that you hate him.

If you're paired in a school project, Fred will absolutely just skip school, he doesn't care, he skips class regularly anyway, no Pietro, it's not to avoid you, he's just too cool for class.

If you're an X-Man, it's very different.

Fred is under the assumption you both share a mutual hate for each other, you're enemies after all! The tightness in his chest that he's feeling is totally just violent urges, that's it, that's all, it's not the want to hold your hand, hold you, tell jokes and make you laugh, no, no, that's not it at all!

He tends to target you to try and avoid his feelings quicker, he hates hurting you, but throwing you away from him, physically, makes sure he won't get distracted by you.

Fred ends up crying in his room when he goes home because he's afraid he hurt you.

Heck, even the other members of the brotherhood just want him to get with you already. Lance is especially eager because he won't be the only one being made fun of for dating an X-Man.

Eventually it does spill somehow and I'd imagine he would try to run away from you, maybe you catch up or explain to him later on, whichever one, he'll get very happy when you confirm you share feelings for him. He practically fixates on you so hard that you're the only thing he talks about.

Todd Tolansky / Toad

'Hey, how it's goin', beautiful?'

He proceeds to fall down on his face.

Todd is a bit of a creep, constantly following you around and showing off his nonexistent muscles, telling the most unfunny jokes and pulling pranks on people in an attempt to impress you.

He doesn't smell nice, he's been told this his entire life, that he's slimy, disgusting, every insulting name under the sun. As such, he decides to at least try and take a shower more often for you, to make you less likely to avoid him, of course!

Todd has a big grin on his face every time he talks to you, bouncing off his feet like he's just won the lottery. He's also very, very flirty, just not that good at flirting.

His pick up lines are very 'the immediate Google search results for pick up lines.' type of cheesy, very stereotypical and eye rolling.

If you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, human, mutant, etc, it doesn't matter much to him, he treats you the exact same. The only real difference is how much time he spends around you.

In the brotherhood he does try to avoid flirting in front of the guys to avoid embarrassment or teasing, but surprisingly he does ask for a lot of advice regularly. It usually never goes well, Lance and Pietro tend to just give very wrong or confusing tips and Fred doesn't really have any to give in the first place.

If you're an X-Man he tries to impress you by fighting your teammates, usually he loses, but sometimes he does win! He'll pose and ask if he's just the coolest guy or what. Todd doesn't like fighting you but he will, because unfortunately Mystique is absolutely terrifying and he doesn't want to face her wrath.

In school he likes to ask for your help, constantly bugging you about how he just desperately needs your assistance to study for this test coming up, which to be fair he does. But, if you agree to help him, he doesn't actually try. He just flirts with you the entire time.

His crush is obvious, incredibly so, even the most clueless of individuals would know he loves you because he says it directly every single day. He doesn't exactly need to 'confess' per say, all you really need to do is accept his flirting or flirt back, maybe ask him out yourself.

[joelsdagger]

i’ve made and deleted this post quite a few times over the last couple of days. and at first, i wasn’t going to say anything because this doesn’t even cover what i wanted to say by even a little, but ultimately, seeing a few others make similar posts encouraged me, and i really just need to get this off my chest, and if it resonates with one person, then i’m happy. this is not coherent at all, but like many, my brain is mush, so forgive me, and here we go...

as a (closeted) queer palestinian american woman, a daughter to immigrant parents, living in a fairly conservative state, i’m fucking terrified. i don’t have faith my rights are protected here. i don’t have faith that my parents and my sisters will be safe every time they step out of the house (in true typical arab fashion; i am white passing, they are not). my family has been targeted and met with violence numerous times since october of last year, and it's only going to get worse. which brings me to my next point.

i also don’t have faith that the genocide in gaza (that has now expanded to south lebanon and syria) is coming to an end, an end where palestinians can live and thrive in their native land anytime soon. and seeing people turn on us — so fast, spewing hate in saying “fuck palestine”, “fuck boycotting” and “you don’t care about my rights, so i don’t care about yours,” is incredibly saddening, disappointing, and infuriating. my grief, anger, and anxiety are at their peak and have been at their peak for well over a year now. and i don't have the brain capacity to say what i really want to say about the hatred and misplaced anger being directed towards arabs, but for now i will say this: 

now is not the time to turn on one another. now is not the time for infighting within marginalized groups. now is not the time to be selfish. to care about yourselves and not others, makes you no better than them. that is why this country is so divisive in the first place. that is how we got here. having that mentality — that ideology is dangerous and destructive. you are doing the work for white supremacists. you are perpetuating white supremacy. and it isn’t going to serve any of us because essentially our struggles as oppressed groups are deeply interconnected. we need to look out for one another. take care of one another. it will get worse before it gets better. and we’re only at the tip of the iceberg.

the fight isn’t over; we’re just getting started. and i know you’re tired; i, for one, am at my breaking point. but we cannot let them win. so let yourself feel whatever it is you need to feel right now: grief, anger, sadness, hurt, whatever it is; it's all valid, and believe me, you are not alone. take the time to feel it. and then let it fuel you and your ambitions.

i also want to reiterate that this is a safe space for all. except anyone who believes trump is a good man and voted for that racist, fascist, rapist piece of shit. y’all can fuck right off. the rest of you: disabled people, chronically ill people, queer people, aro-ace people (i’m specifically pointing you out because i know how we're treated in queer spaces, and it is not fair nor is it right), trans people, women, people of color, sexual assault survivors — if you're reading this and you're unsure of your place, please stay. i need you. i care about you. this place and this world are better with you in it. you are welcome here. you are safe here.

i’ll be here for anyone who needs it, whether it’s to chat about silly little fandom things — it’s imperative we protect this space and continue to encourage the creation of art around here. it’s imperative we stop normalizing the censorship and policing of fandom spaces (because that's another reason how we got here). fandom spaces are communities, and very often they are the only spaces where people feel safe. for most (myself included), it’s all we have left — or whether you want to vent about how much you hate the state of the world — you'll always have a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on in this tiny little nook here. seriously. my inbox and dm's are always open. 

hold each other close. protect one another. the only way we’re going to get through this is if we stand together and continue putting in the work, because it’s times like this when the real work begins.

i’m sending you all so so much love. forever and always.

noelle xx

[redgoldsparks]

March Reading and Reviews by Maia Kobabe

I post my reviews throughout the month on Storygraph and Goodreads, and do roundups here and on patreon. Reviews below the cut.

Delicious in Dungeon vol 4 by Ryoko Kui

I'm reading these books so fast I can barely remember which parts of the plot happened in which volume but know that I am still having a great time!

Delicious in Dungeon vol 5 by Ryoko Kui

Oh, this story has taken a darker turn, and also just introduced a whole bunch more characters. Will I be able to keep track of them all? I hope so!

Dragon Keeper by Robin Hobb, read by Anne Flosnik 

Unfortunately, this is definitely the weakest Robin Hobb book I've read so far. I was expecting to like it less than the glorious, 5-star previous trilogy, but I actually think I'm going to skip the rest of the Rain Wild Chronicles and read summaries online to get to the next Fitz books. This book follows five main POV characters. This works fairly well for the first half, when the characters are all in different physical locations. However once all of the characters meet up, we start getting the same scene from multiple different POVs, which feels extremely repetitive. Also, almost EVERY SCENE includes a flashback, often a lengthy flashback, sometimes to something that happened only the previous day and could have been told as present-moment action. This writing choice baffled me. It's something I can't remember struggling with in any of Hobb's previous books, but by the end it was driving me up a wall. The book also moved very slowly; the stakes feel lower, and the character far less emotionally true than in the two Fitz trilogies. Disappointing, but I will keep moving forward towards the next part of the series I want to read.

Delicious in Dungeon vol 6 by Ryoko Kui

Damn, a lot of characters get murdered in this volume! Good thing almost everyone who dies in the dungeon can be revived. Also, very excited to finally meet the cat ninja I've been seeing fan art of since before I even started the series :3

Delicious in Dungeon vol 7 by Ryoko Kui

I am still completely caught up in this series. I love the glimpse of Senshi's past revealed in this volume, and the lore of the dungeon that is still being revealed. There was a line in here about how the dungeon leaves you alone if you don't ask much of it, but that if you have strong desires it throws even more obstacles into your way. Our heroes have such big goals right now, but they're marching ahead regardless!

School Trip by Jerry Craft 

A satisfying new installment in the New Kid series from funny, talented, charming Jerry Craft! I appreciated how this volume started to complicate some of the students who had been left a bit one-dimensional in previous books. Several people stood up to and called out a bully; new friendships were built; and Jordan Banks left Paris even more inspired than ever to follow his dreams of becoming an artist. This series has a lot of jokes, but also a lot of heart!

A Frog in Fall (and Later On) by Linnea Sterte 

Minor frog is less than a year old, and is dismayed when winter begins to steal all of the light and warmth from his world. Instead of bunking down safely with his mentor to wait for spring, he sets out on a journey with two vagabond toads passing by on a quest to make it all the way to the tropics. They tramp through the Japanese countryside, encountering tree spirits, new friends, dangers, and views the likes of which minor frog had never even imagined. This is a gorgeous book; every page worth pouring over, an economy of line and detail building a beautiful and mysterious world of talking animals and miniature packaged foods. Made me want to draw.

Dark Rise by CS Pacat read by Christian Coulson 

In 1820s London, orphaned Will tries to earn enough as a dockworker to survive- and evade the killers pursuing him. Violet dresses in her half-brother's clothes and sneaks onto a ship in the Thames to watch a man be branded with his master's mark. Katherine excitedly anticipates her engagement to one of London's richest and most mysterious lords; his gallantry nearly makes up for the fact that he's twice her age. And in the bowels of one of that lord's ships, James tortures a man for information. All of these characters are 16 or 17 years old, but all of them are tangled in an ancient conflict between the Light and the Dark which stretches back into an age of magic before history. This is CS Pacat's YA fantasy debut, and it contains a lot of tropes very familiar to both YA and high fantasy- there are shades of both Tolkien and Rowling in this. Its fast-paced and action-packed, but especially in the first third of the story, the characters all felt fairly thin. None of them have quirks, hobbies, career hopes, relationships outside of immediate family, school, or work; or much more than a brief sketch of past. It took until the mid-way point for what I consider Pacat's major strengths as a writer to emerge: intense, homoerotic interpersonal sparring between characters operating under major power imbalances. Every scene in which the seductive, manipulative, powerful evil gay faced off against the good boy chosen one crackled with energy. Unfortunately, there were only four of these scenes in the whole book. It ends on a cliff-hanger, because of course it does, with a tempting set up for book two; but that doesn't entirely excuse the fact that the first 50% felt like set up. I will definitely keep reading, but long-time Pacat fans should take note that this is toned down version of what I expected based on Captive Prince.

Feeding Ghosts by Tessa Hulls (re-read before event)

What an accomplishment! I savored every page of Feeding Ghosts, absolutely floored by the labor and courage that went into the writing of this book. The inking is gorgeous, the history is clear, digestible, and devastating. This book threads the line between honesty and compassion in a way that I appreciate so much in any memoir, but especially one dealing with family. Hulls lays out the story of three generations of women starting with her grandmother, Sun Yi, a Shanghai journalist who faced intense persecution during the rise of Communism in China, who penned a popular and scandalous memoir and then suffered a mental breakdown. This left her only daughter, Rose, a student at an elite boarding school with no parental figures and no other family to lean on. Eventually Rose earned a scholarship to an American university and in the end moved her mother into her California home. Sun Yi haunted that home during the author's own childhood. The unexamined trauma and codependency of Sun Yi and Rose drove the author to the extreme edges of the Earth, seeking freedom from their ghosts. But in the end, she stopped running from her family history and turned, instead, to face it. Shelve this book with Maus, Fun Home, Persepolis and The Best We Could Do. Re-read it for a second time and got even more out of it on a second pass.

Delicious in Dungeon vol 8 by Ryoko Kui

Laios and company realize that their encounter with changling mushroom rings had more consequences than they'd realized- its the body swap episode! This visual humor is contrasted against increasing dangers from both above and below, as nastier monsters and political machinations begin to close in on our heroic adventuring party. I'm now over halfway through this series and almost feel like I should start reading it more slowly to savor it, but I'll probably just keep devouring it instead.

Lunar New Year Love Story by Gene Luen Yang and Leuyen Pham

High school senior Val grew up knowing her family was unlucky in love; for generations, relationships in her family have ended in heartbreak. Her childhood love of Valentines Day ends with a shocking family revelation and what feels like the beginning of a curse. Then her Vietnamese grandmother sweeps her off to a Lunar New Year celebration in downtown Oakland and a pair of cute lion dancer boys catch her eye. Could one of them break the spell on her heart? This story offers a classic and satisfying rom-com, with Val torn between an outgoing, rich, but flaky boy and a broody, shy, loyal one. The story takes several kdrama style twists and includes ghosts, saints, red envelopes, confessions, fights, reunions, tears, and kisses. For a comic, its wordy; the pages are dense with small panels and thick with dialogue, but also illustrated with such warm, humor, and realism. I really liked that the story included as much of Val's relationship with her family and best friend as romance. And the lion dancing scenes practically leap off the page with color and energy!

Witch Hat Atelier vol 10 by Kamome Shirahama

This series remains as visually stunning as ever but I'm struggling with how every single book expands the cast. There are so many characters now that I don't care about that much, and have trouble remembering from volume to volume. I wish the story line would stick more closely to Coco, her classmates, and their main mentors!

Delicious in Dungeon vol 9 by Ryoko Kui

Oh the stories are all converging! The savior at the bottom of the dungeon is probably a demon! Ituzumi saves the day! I am still having a great time reading this series.

A Dowry of Blood by ST Gibson read by Abby Craden 

A short, very queer, very poly retelling of Dracula focusing on his coven of enthralled lovers. I liked the way the book breezed through history, as the dysfunctional little family moved from one major European city to the next, with snatched moments of glittering joy interwoven with violence and plague. The story is fairly simple, and has a happier ending than I expected, or honestly think the characters deserved.

City of Dragons by Robin Hobb

I DNFed the previous book in this series and just read a summary online before skipping ahead to this one. I think that was a very good choice for me. This third one was more engaging and a bit more action packed, with some cool discoveries about the city of Kelsingra and the nature of Elderlings. But the Rain Wild Chronicles as a whole do not stand up to the quality of the Farseer books. There are so many POV characters that a few of them get only two or three scenes in this whole book. I don't feel that I deeply know any of these characters; while at the same time watching Hobb pair them off at an extraordinary rate- in the last book five sets of characters got together and in this book an additional two couples are developing feelings for each other. Between this and a kidnapping, a birth, a murder, and a lot of blackmail, this series feels like a soap opera.

Delicious in Dungeon vol 10 by Ryoko Kui

Almost two TPKs in this volume, yikes!

Delicious in Dungeon vol 11 by Ryoko Kui

You know shit's getting serious when the character who has been the series main villain up until now is partially devoured by a different, worse villain. Exciting changes coming to this dungeon under it's new lord and master!

Squad by Maggie Tokuda-Hall and Lisa Sterle

When Becca gets invited to sit with the popular girl clique at her new high school, she's thrilled. But the friendship turns bloody and complicated when she learns that her new friends are actually werewolves who need to kill and feed on a human once a month. If she joins them, Becca will gain superhuman strength and a pack; she'll never have to fear a male predator again, because she will be a predator herself. I loved the queer rep and the twist on werewolf lore; I wish it had been a little longer and more developed. Give me multi-page transformations sequences!

Delicious in Dungeon vol 12 by Ryoko Kui

I love seeing all these plot lines come together! Building towards a wild climax.

Delicious in Dungeon vol 13 by Ryoko Kui

I went out and *bought* vol 13 of this series because my library didn't have it yet, that's how hooked I am. And now I have to wait until JULY for the final volume! (But also, thank goodness I didn't get into this series any sooner or I'd have a much longer wait).

[balloonboyismyson]

how'd monty feel to seeing a person in his green room laying on his couch?

I will be writing if it were a child and another if it were Y/N! Please enjoy!

If it were a child: After a full day of shows and dealing with jackass parents, Monty is very eager to get in his greenroom and start his recharge-cycle. "You owe me twice for how many times I needed ta save your ass today on stage, Fazbear!" He yells out behind him before the door slides open. A faint "Language!" can be heard as Monty roars out a laugh and steps inside. Looking forward again, Monty stops short, his laughter abruptly stopping with a clamp of his maw. A small child lays upon his couch, the cushions barely being dented. The kid can't be older than 5. 'Shit- the 'plex closes in 12 minutes, why the hell's anyone still here!?' Frozen, Monty just looks around for a second before slowly making his way over. Hesitantly, he kneels down, almost afraid to scare the poor child. He's gonna have to wake them up anyway, but at least he can purposefully do it very gently. Monty cups and uncups his hands a few times before ever so slightly placing a hand on the kid's upper arm, careful not to make contact with his claws. He proceeds to very politely and gently shake the kid, barely even moving his hands. Thankfully, with the kid tiredly getting up, he succeeded in not startling them. When they face him he doesn't even need to use his scanner- he saw them earlier that day in Monty Golf. "Hey, little guy. What'cha doin' here? 'T's almost closin' time. Where're your parents?" Hopefully their parents are nearby to safely bring them home.

If it were Y/N: Today was terrible. For some reason, the days where Monty has the most parties to go to the worse everyone's behavior is. Right now, all he wants to do is go in his greenroom and turn out all the lights and just sit there. Well, what he more-so wants is to do that but have you there with him, to hear you breath and feel your warmth on his casing. He'd probably keep the lights on a smidge so he could still see your face. But alas, he knows your shift ended an hour ago and that all dayshift employees aren't allowed in the 'plex after hours. You didn't say goodbye to him, though. 'Maybe there was 'n emergency?' You had been acting fairly strange all day. Your heart was beating way too fast for his comfort every time he saw you. With heavy footsteps and a very slouched back, he walks to his greenroom and opens the door. His eyes widen as they land on his couch, far on the other side of the room. You're there. He perks up for a second before getting alarmed. The loudness of the door opening wakes you up, and even through the fuzziness of your vision, you see Monty. He makes it over to you in only three steps, crouching slightly to get more face-to-face with you. "What're you doin' here?? 'Re you okay??" "Sorry, I... I didn't really think I could drive home. I'm really sorry for intruding-" " 'T's fine, 't's fine!" He rapidly waves his hands in front of himself before he grabs a few pillows from the corner of the room. "Stay here for th' night. D-do you want me t' leave?" You take his hand and look him in the eyes. "I really.. don't.. wanna be alone right now." He nods and picks you up before walking over to his little nesting area and sits down with you in his lap. Somehow, all the bad of the day's been washed away with one, short conversation.

[reapers-lover]

Jareth sfw alphabet 

○ Jareth SFW alphabet ○

Jareth X Fem!Reader

Template by @the-coldest-goodbye

A~ Affection.  How affectionate are they?  How do they show affection? 

Jareth is very clingy. He is a clingy mother fucker. But I feel like he might need time to warm up to you enough to be that clingy. He will cuddle you or I could even see him just praising you.

B~ Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I feel like he would be a really good best friend. very kind and willing to listen to you vent. But I feel like once you both start to form a connection he might start falling for you. And if he does he will fall fast 

C~ Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man would love to cuddle you. He loves nothing more than to lay down next to you and just hold you in his arms. He loves being that close to you. Again I just think it might take some time for him to be ready to do that

D~ Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Jareth would be willing to settle down and would love to start a family with you. Cooking and cleaning however are not his strong suits. He has had goblins to do just for him for a very long time. But I think he would love to sit there and bake or cook with you. And if there's flour ever being used most of it will end up everywhere but where it should be.

E~ Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don't think Jareth would be the one to break up with someone as he is a very devoted partner. But if he did he would be calm while explaining it and gently say how he doesn't want to be with you anymore. He will be there to comfort you and will stay close with you just not in the sense of lovers

F~ Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If he had the choice he would have got down on one knee the first time he laid eyes on you. Once you decide to stay with him he sees that as you already accepting it and quickly considers you his queen. But he will make it official soon enough and throw a huge celebration for yours and his engagement. 

G~ Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Jareth would be very gentle with you physically. But I feel as though he would have trouble being gentle emotionally. He has been stuck as the goblin king for centuries with little human interaction. So I think he would have a hard time being gentle with certain things and would be more blunt about things that should be said lightly.

H~ Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Jareth again loves hugs. Anything that means he gets to touch you and be next to you he loves it. He comes up behind you and hugs you all the time. His hugs would be very lovely. Warm and consuming to the point you probably wouldn't ever want to let go.

I~ I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This man falls quickly so he probably would have wanted to say it the second he saw you. But I feel as though he would try and control himself to wait at least another day or two to see how things might turn out. But trust me he would and could have said it at the very beginning.

J~ Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Jareth gets very very jealous sometimes. He doesn't want to lose you so when he sees you talking with someone else or interacting with someone he may just lose his shit. But on the outside he can control it fairly well as he doesn't want to upset you. But if it gets to much he will storm out of the room in all his glittery glory to regain your attention.

K~ Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He is a very good kisser for someone who again has Been pretty much alone for centuries.  He would probably kiss you anywhere but his favorites would probably be your head, your hand, your thighs,And of course your lips.

L~ Little ones (How are they around children?)

Jareth is fairly experienced with the care of children. As that's kind of his job. He would definitely be able to solve a crying baby problem. But in the case of diapers or cleaning up messes he usually gets the goblins to help.

M~ Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unless he has some work that needs to get done he will lay in bed and cuddle with you for as long as he can. On days like that you also usually get ready together and if time allows you'll both have breakfast together too.

N~ Night (How are nights spent with them?)

As long as no one is trying to run, the labyrinth nights are spent right next to him falling asleep in his arms. However sometimes he will take you stargazing which is something he enjoys a lot. On nights he is working you will usually wait for him to be done or go and rest with him in his throne room.

O~ Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

While he would rush a lot of different things I feel like he would wait for this one. He really wouldn't reveal much about him and his past as he is more of a listener than a talker. So getting him to open up will absolutely take some time.

P~ Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jareth tries not to lose his temper with you but he still does sometimes. Usually when he is overwhelmed or jealous. He doest like losing his temper with you though so he will quickly come and apologize and make sure you're ok.

Q~ Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember a lot of what you say. Maybe not all of it. But he will remember good or bad. He also tends to pick up on your tendencies. He will notice what you do when you are upset or happy and will secretly keep that as a way to help you.

R~ Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is probably waking up next to you for the first time. Being able to see your calm face as you sleep. He just kind of sat there and watched you. And to this day it's his favorite memory of you.

S~ Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jareth is very protective. It ties in a lot with his Jealousy. He tends to be very protective because he doesn't want to lose you. He doesn't want to see you hurt.. so if something is going on He will make sure you are safely at his side and away from any danger.

T~ Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot of effort. Man would give you the world if he could. He loves getting you little gifts like jewelry or clothes. But he also tends to just pick things up too. He has given you hand picked flowers and shiny rocks that make him think of you.

U~ Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to lose his temper a lot and I think that's probably his worst habit but he might have a problem with chewing his nails or leaving things untidy.

V~ Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He cares about looking presentable incase of company. And he definitely has a soft spot for fashion which you enjoy a lot.

W~ Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. You mean everything to him. if he lost you he wouldn't know what to himself. himself. You're his other half, his soulmate if you will. And he can't even stand the thought of losing you.

X~ Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you are ever feeling insecure or upset he will be right there to cheer you up in a heartbeat. He loves you and hates to see you so sad and hurting.

Y~ Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like people who aren't very hygienic. I feel that since he is a king he wants to be presentable and that goes with hygiene too. If it's a thing that you can't help then he will try his best to help you during tough times so you don't form bad habits and to keep you healthy.

Z~ Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Cuddling up to you. Before you came he had trouble sleeping and rarely got enough sleep at night. But after you arrived he started getting more sleep and feels very safe at night knowing you are always there.

[frazzledsoul]

Jess Mariano not only was depicted as a sexual being fairly early in his run on Gilmore Girls, but he was also the first character in the teenage group of characters to be shown actually having sex. The first two rounds of Dean and Rory are fairly sexless (neither of them seem terribly interested). Ditto for Lane and Dave. Paris only has sex at the end of her senior year of high school (after dating her boyfriend nearly a year) and is denounced as the "bad kid" for it.

Meanwhile Jess is enthusiastically sticking his tongue down Shane's throat on street corners, the diner, town events, being literally caught with his pants down by Luke and Lorelai, Shane can't even remember to retrieve her underwear from his car....and he freely admits he's not in love with her and doesn't even like her much. This character is asexual?!? Really? This is the guy who won't engage in sex outside of the context of a relationship with Rory despite him.... enthusiastically being willing to do exactly that? Not only was he the sluttiest character in the high school era, outside of Logan's circle he's been shown to be the most interested in sex outside of the context of love and romance.

Plus, he and Rory were pretty hot and heavy when they were together. I'm not sure where people get the impression he hated any sort of sexual activity with her. Seems to me they were both fairly enthusiastic about the concept. If Jess truly hates sex and isn't attracted to her at all, I don't see much of a future for the ship.

And let's fast forward to the AYITL era, where Jess tells Rory that his personal life is "steady, nothing permanent." I don't think he was referring to his bowling buddies. It seems that he's sleeping around but isn't committed to anyone. That doesn't sound like the behavior of someone who hates sex and will only engage in it when there's an emotional connection, or someone who won't consider anything beyond the scope of a reconciliation with Rory.

And you know what? Good for him. He's a good looking, successful, single adult male living in a major metropolitan area and I don't think he has to work very hard to get laid. He's entitled to a sexual and romantic life as an adult if he desires it, and everything we know about him indicates that he would very much desire it. His life does not revolve around the person he dated for five months as a teenager, and he shouldn't be expected to not seek his own enjoyment outside of the context of that relationship. The idea that his only sexual fulfillment as an adult has to be supplied by Rory alone when she's not held to those restrictions is denying the kind of person he was shown to be and is terribly unrealistic. He should be allowed to have a romantic and sexual life beyond her.

He's entitled to seek his own pleasure as a grown-up and believing that he wouldn't be interested in it is just not a remotely honest assessment of the character, either as a teenager or an adult.

Oh, and as a final note believing that Jess hated sex and didn't want to engage in it seems to me to be saying that you don't believe Milo can credibly portray someone who is a sexual being which is....kind of ridiculous, given his other signature role involved him wanting to pork his super hot wife at pretty much every opportunity and most people found that extremely convincing. So I think that's why I'm speaking out on this. It seems to be low key insulting Milo as well as mischaracterizing Jess, and I am not here for it.

[queen-mihai]

Ok I'm developing a theory.

Let me say this first: I don't care if it's true or not. I think it's fun and I'm going to choose to believe it's true even if the writers literally come out and say it's not. It's that good.

Valerie is V

In the movie "V for Vendetta", V is explicitly never identified. We obviously see that he is a man. He has heightened basic kinesthesia, awareness, strength, and reflexes. He's got a deep voice, is reasonably tall, and thin.

Those are all things we know.

He never takes off the mask in any way we can see. If the hair is a wig, it's DAMN solid on his head, and he's got severe burns over so much of his body that he no longer has eyes.

"He looked at me, but not with eyes, there were no eyes"

Now for some evidence:

V is very obviously a thespian. Sure, we could assume the "man" was one as well, but we actually have backstory behind Valerie that would perfectly set her up with the type of knowledge V seems to have in the arts. Especially when she says "I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life"

When Valerie is taken, she already has the same look on her face as Evey has when she said "I'd rather die behind the chemical sheds"

V is very in tune with emotions. Obviously men can be in tune with their emotions. But Hollywood generally plays to a low common denominator. Why include this personality detail when all he needs to do is kick butt? If we are doing stereotypes 👇 this scene plays fairly heavily against the "male" stereotype when V perfectly times the moment where it will be okay to reach for Evey, let alone knowing when it's okay to touch her

Valerie falls in love fast. That's practically a personality trait we're shown in the story. With Sarah "it was her wrists". With Ruth, "the first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any lips but hers again. This matters because when V says "I fell in love with you Evie" He mentions that he had thought of nothing but revenge until he saw her. That sounds an awful lot like something Valerie would do IMO

"This is the most important moment of your life, commit to it" spoken like someone who has lived that *exact* experience to the letter. You might think if he was a man when this happened to him, his experience might have looked *a little* different. If it was Valerie, though, it would make sense that she knows exactly when everything is falling into place because that's when it happened for her.

The anger she had over Ruth being taken fits V's actions far more closely than anything we get from our mystery man. Yes, he was tortured, but so was everyone else.

Writers love these kind of Easter eggs. Come on, room V, Valerie, V,...geezus "V" could have been the nickname she got from Ruth when they were together.

"I fell in love with you Evey. Like I never thought I could anymore" fits SO much better if Valerie just didn't know she could love again after Ruth was gone. That hits SO much harder if she's a woman from whom love was taken away and who went on a murderous revenge spree.

This was written by the Wachowski sisters. They would know what transitioning does to a person. If the "virus" was some sort of super-soldier serum, we could assume that some part of that serum might have included heavy doses of testosterone, which would have deepened her voice, even down to the level we hear in the movie.

If V was forcefully transitioned, it would stand to reason he'd want to hide his face (her face?) And would say things like "There is a face behind this mask, but it is not me"

Valerie might well have known how to create masks and such

The damn Scarlett Carson roses! They make SO MUCH more sense when you consider Valerie would have already known how to take care of them before she got taken, (and maybe even knew where to find a stash of seeds?) rather than some guy randomly found out about them and then learned how to keep them

If she indeed got cast for major motion pictures, and gotten paid well for them, that might explain the VAST resources V has at his disposal in order to pull off his schemes

👇 This right here👇

Soooo many similarities

"I had only told them the truth"

"I told you, only truth"

There's so many scenes that VERY MUCH make V look feminine

Ugh, there's so much more

There's SO MUCH MORE

But I'm dead tired right now and I want to post this now while I'm still excited about it and I'll have to write an update about it later if people want to hear more.

Heck... one very personal but deeply powerful concept about this movie for me is that I have shaped some parts of my personality around V's character. His intelligence. His ability to be both a monster and a face of kindness, his love for the arts and passion in keeping up his skills. I was surprised as heck when I found out his favorite movie is "The Count of Monte Cristo" because before I found "V for Vendetta", that was already MY favorite movie (the 2002 version though)

I don't see there being any fewer similarities after transitioning and I found this movie LONG before I thought any part of me was feminine

If MatPat ends up stealing this idea for a video, my name on here (Ce'irth) is pronounced like "surf"

OK see you later

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 18 - Leon

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 17 -- Part 19

Pairing: Napoleon x ofc

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), drug use (alcohol, weed), minor violence (someone gets punched).

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: Alright! Here we finally go! These chapters have been in the making for just over 3 months, and I sincerely hope they live up to expectations. I've written these from the 1st person perspective of the boys. It's a little experiment, and it was tougher than I initially thought it would be.

For those who don't know what the plan is: There will be a NYE chapter for each of the guys. That means I wrote the same party 8 times - which is why it took so long: the details had to align... I hope you guys enjoy ^^

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @summersong69 @peaches1958 @fvckinghenrycavill @keanureevesisbae @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson

I look around the room, where we’ve pretty much managed to get everything set up for the party tonight. I say ‘we’, but I’m fairly sure I’d get my ass kicked by everyone in the entire house if I ever dare say that out loud - so I don’t. 

“Where have you been?” Sy asks as he closes the door behind him. I reach into my pocket right when Mike comes into the kitchen to see me toss the bag of weed on the kitchen table. 

“Internet is up again,” he says. One look at the table has him grinning widely. “Nice.”

“I knew there was a reason we kept him around.” Charles appears next to me and slams a fist into Mike’s shoulder.

“Yeah, it would be so awful if you couldn’t watch porn for one night.” Charles elbows me in the arm because I laugh at what Dani said, but I can’t help it: she’s funny. And she’s good for Mikey. 

“I don’t think I’ll be needing any tonight,” Charles replies dryly. He’s not even smug about it, and with good reason, but he can’t resist adding a very inappropriate wink at Dani. 

“Think you can still get laid with a broken nose and a black eye, Brandon?” It’s not that Mike is threatening, per se, but he can throw a punch and he’s fast. It’s no wonder Charles backs down.

I would say it’s a miracle Charles has never been punched in the face for getting a little too friendly with one of our roommates’ girlfriends, but I’d be lying. He has in fact been punched in the face for exactly that. Repeatedly. By Geralt, of all people, so quite frankly, it’s surprising he still has a face. And all of that was after a very firm knee to the nuts from Solveig herself. Good times. Well, for us… I doubt Charles looks back on the events as fondly as we do. I turn my attention back to the goings on in the kitchen. They’re going to accuse me of not doing much, which wouldn’t be factually incorrect, per se, but since I’m paying for most of this nonsense, I figure I have a right to sit back a little. Whatever I’m not putting up, is sponsored by Charles. We don’t exactly know how rich his family is, but his father owns the house we all live in. Despite that fact, I tend to think of it as my house at least a little bit - and I know Charles agrees. It’s me and August who run this place, with Charles being more of a silent benefactor. 

“Where’s Sherlock,” I ask when I notice he’s the only one who isn’t here. 

“In his room,” Mike replies, “he wouldn’t last five minutes tonight if he had to deal with all of this, too.” He’s probably right, and I’d hate for our little brother - he’s too rational to hate it when we say it, but we know he doesn’t exactly like it - to miss the party, so I say nothing and help them set up the last few things to get ready for tonight. 

I look in Charles’ direction a few times, but he’s too busy eye-fucking every woman in the room to notice. Even though I’m well aware of his reputation, I can’t stop myself from wondering how the hell he does this; The living room and kitchen are filled with people, most of whom I’ve never even seen, let alone spoken to. Charles was right when he said he wouldn’t need porn tonight; girls are flirting with him from every corner of the room. Of course I’m equally as lucky, but my attention goes to two ladies who just walked through the door, guided by Danielle. She introduces them to Mike, and then points out the others one by one. 

“And that’s Napoleon,” she finally says when she gets to me, which I take as my cue to walk over. 

“Leon!” Danielle greets me happily. “Let me introduce you to my roommates!” Her roommates, huh?

“This is Sloane and-” I stop her before she gets to her other friend. 

“Ariel Ryker.” The Art History bachelor is roughly as popular as you’d expect: not at all - which is why I recognize this girl. I wouldn’t want to be dramatic by calling her ‘the bane of my existence’, but whatever counts as the non-dramatized version of that would be a perfect description.

“You two know each other?”

“Napoleon is the number two of our class,” Ariel says sweetly, flashing me a pearly white smile that makes my cock twitch for some reason that’s completely beyond me. 

“Who’s the first?” Alright, so Sloane either isn’t very bright, or she likes to stir things up - and from the challenging grin on her face, I’m guessing it’s the latter. 

“That would be her.” I’m hoping I manage to keep my voice polite even though the sight of her makes my blood boil. “For now.”

“Oh, and how do you plan to change that, Solo?” Her tone is annoyingly challenging and I would love to wipe that smug smile off her face. 

“You’re not far ahead of me,” I say nonchalantly - I hope. 

“But ahead of you nonetheless,” she says in an almost condescending tone. 

I spend the next hours of the party in several heated discussions with her, among which a particularly feisty one about gothic architecture - which is unfortunate for me because architecture is far from my favorite subject within my degree - and I can’t help but notice how pretty she is, even when she is telling me off. Maybe especially when she is telling me off. 

“Alright, I give up, Ryker,” I finally say, “do you want another drink?” I gesture to her empty glass and offer to refill it for her. A flash of doubt crosses her face while she contemplates whether or not she trusts me enough to let me get her a drink. Apparently, she does. It would have offended me, if it weren’t for the fact that I am very aware that men are - largely - trash, and even though some women indubitably consider me and Charles to be pretty much the bottom of the barrel, neither of us would ever resort to drugs to get a woman into bed. Of course, neither of us need to, but even if we did… Never. 

“I think it’s time to get the fuck out of here.” That is definitely Charles, and everything surrounding that sentence sounds like a commotion of the violent kind. My suspicions are confirmed when I step back into the living room, where Mike has his arm wrapped around a very upset-looking Dani, and Charles stares at a guy I vaguely recognized as a member of the soccer team, who is holding his nose and making a break for the door. 

“Are you alright, Dani?” Charles asks while rubbing his knuckles as inconspicuously as he possibly can. I hand the glass of wine that is intended for Ariel to her and raise my eyebrows. 

“What happened?” The room is still a little quiet after this little… kerfuffle. 

“Alright, folks, nothin’ to see here, back to your business,” Sy’s voice carries through the room with ease. Anyone would think twice to ignore what he is saying. For some reason, if Sy tells you to do something, you do it. 

“Tony - the guy Charles punched - was getting handsy with Dani, she told him to stop, he didn’t, Charles saw, warned him - twice - and then when he still didn’t stop…” 

“Where was Mike?” 

“Rolling a joint, not paying attention.” Ariel scoffs and takes a big sip of her wine.

“He’s a good guy, Ariel,” I say, knowing exactly what that scoff means. Mike isn’t a bad kid, he’s just easily distracted, which Ariel would know if she’d spent more than five seconds with him, but she clearly hasn’t. 

“We only met him today,” she tells me, “they’ve only been going out for… what? Two weeks?” Something like that, I confirm, I’m not exactly clear on every detail, either. Not that I care - a lot. 

The clock inches closer and closer to midnight and Ariel and I spend that time bickering some more about art. Painting this time, which puts me in a much more favorable position than that lovely talk on architecture did. Now, I know Ariel Ryker is good at what she does, and she’s not one to let herself get trapped, which means that if I manage to do it, it’s going to be because she lets me - and it looks like she will let me, because she makes a mistake. The timing is absolutely perfect; we’re interrupted by the countdown and just as everyone scrambles to stick his or her tongue down someone else's throat when the clock strikes twelve, I turn to her. 

“I’d kiss you if I weren’t so appalled at what you just said,” I say with a soft chuckle and watch her as she raises her eyebrows at me.

“And what did I just say that has you so appalled?” I repeat her words and she scoffs as if she fully believes she’s right.

“There’s a paper on my desk that proves you wrong,” I say. My eyes are definitely more hopeful than they should be, but who can blame me? If she takes this, I’m in. 

“Show me,” she says. There’s a challenge in her eyes, and all I can think is: bingo. 

We’re barely even through the door of my room or my lips are on hers and her hands are tangled into my hair. She’s a good kisser; fierce, not too sloppy. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, vaguely remembering that she was wearing lipstick when we came in, but that’s definitely already ruined. We make it to my bed without any problems, and she pushes me down. 

“Easy,” I warn her. I’m not one to complain about a woman in charge, but she’ll have to earn it. She falls on top of me and crushes her lips back against mine. Her moans are loud - who am I kidding? So are mine - and every time I hear the sound, my cock twitches in my pants. She’s grinding on me, which definitely doesn’t make it better. Her hands work on the buttons of my shirt, and as looks at me while she sits up to give herself more space to undo them, she laughs. 

“Your lipstick is absolutely everywhere, isn’t it?” I ask, and she nods and giggles. “Well it’s all over your face, too.” I take off my shirt while I talk; it’s a rather expensive one I’d hate to see ruined. When it’s on the floor, I give her a look, telling her it’s her turn, and she seems happy to oblige. Her fingers work deliberately slowly as she keeps grinding on my cock while taking her blouse off. It looks like she’s particularly fond of the sounds I’m making, I notice, and her own moans follow mine. I dig my fingers into her thighs and pull her tighter against me, mimicking the movements of her hips with my own. 

Shortly after she kisses me again, I leave her mouth alone and focus my attention on her neck while slipping the shiny satiny material - polyester, sadly - of her blouse off her shoulders. For a moment, I pause to take in the underwear she has on. 

“Just take it off,” she growls as she licks a path along my jaw to my ear. My chuckle turns into a grunt when she takes my earlobe into her mouth and sucks on it softy. It’s definitely a weak spot of mine, and I can’t express how glad I am she found it. My whole body reacts when she drags her nails down my sides and back up again, and the soft chuckle she lets out directly in my ear makes me harder than I ever even thought possible. 

“What if I want to take a good look?”

“Take a good look at my tits, instead,” she says. It’s definitely an attitude I’ve never come across before. I’ve been told to slow down often enough, and I've been accused of being an insensitive asshole for going too fast more times than I can count, but a girl actively encouraging me to hurry up… Honestly, I should probably find it incredibly hot, but I’m mildly insulted, instead. 

And then, as a gorgeous woman tries to get me out of the rest of my clothes, I hear myself say the words I never thought I’d say in my entire life: “Can you slow down for a second?” 

I don’t know who Ariel Ryker thinks she is, but she’s messing with my head, and that’s something I’d very much like her to stop doing. 

“No way,” she says, “you’re the guy who everyone always says is up for anything.” Well, ‘everyone’ isn’t wrong - usually. 

“Yeah, well…” I probably should have thought about how that sentence was going to end before I started it, but I didn’t, and now we’re here. Ariel is still grinding on my lap, which makes it impossible to think, let alone talk my way out of this. The only thing I can think of is ‘I swear this never happens’, and I hate how exceptionally true it is.

“Cat’s got your tongue, Solo?” I swear to god I want to answer her, but the words are just gone. For fuck’s sake, if I don’t get laid tonight, I don’t know who I’m blaming, but it sure as hell isn’t going to be me!

“Do I make you nervous?” What? No! Obviously not! This time, my face gives away what my mouth won’t say out loud, and it makes her laugh. The sound is fantastic, for whatever backwards reason, and I can’t help but moan when I hear it. She leans over to kiss me again, and I feel like I’m frozen in place. Her lips leave mine and travel all over my chest with newfound patience, moving further down until she’s forced to get off my thighs. I growl appreciatively when she reconvenes on the floor; it’s an absolute treat to see her on her knees in front of me. It’s basic biology; men love gorgeous women on their knees. Especially when they’re covered in lipstick and clearly planning on wiping whatever is left on their faces off on your cock. Again: I’m not complaining - though my ego is pretty bruised from giving in to her so easily. 

It’s quickly forgotten when she runs her hands over my crotch, and a little bit of that bruise on my pride heals when she gasps and loses a bit of her patience again. She makes quick work of the button and zipper of my pants. Her hands are small, I notice, and I chuckle softly. Small hands are a godsend. They make my dick look bigger. Not that I need it, but it’s still nice. I clench my jaw involuntarily when she wraps her hand around my shaft - not completely; she can’t make it, which makes me grin. 

“Intimidated?” That I can say? The stupidest goddamn… oh well, it’s out now. She gets up and kisses me again. 

“If you want me to suck you off at all, you’re probably better off keeping your mouth shut, Leon,” she says. She’s clearly amused, which means I didn’t screw up completely. 

I know I’m thinking something around the time she wraps her lips around my cock, but I couldn’t tell you what it is if my life depended on it. Her mouth is wet and warm and she knows exactly what she’s doing.  I somehow manage to figure out that she has her tongue pierced, and she’s more than aware of how to use that to her advantage. It’s only a matter of time before I lose control of my voice. 

When the first moan slips out, I know it’s over. Best to just give in to it now, so I can actually enjoy what she’s doing. We’re talking seconds before I’m a growling, swearing mess in her hands - well, mouth, technically - which she clearly seems to enjoy quite a lot, judging from her own moaning. Her tongue, her hands; everything feels incredible, and I’m lost in the sensations like never before. This may very well be the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. 

“Oh, really?” Fuck. Apparently I said that out loud. It’s too bad that it makes her stop, other than that, I don’t think I have much of a problem with her knowing.

“Yeah, you’re a minute away from finishing me off, actually,” I say, stifling a moan when she gives me the biggest, most innocent eyes I’ve ever seen. “Half, if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Let’s not,” she says as she gets back to her feet and pulls me into another kiss. I sit on the edge of my bed and allow my hands to wander her body, pulling her close so I can finally take off that bra she’s been wanting me to take off for a while now. Her boobs were already spilling out of it, but now that it’s gone… They’re amazing. As a matter of fact, I’ve never come across a pair that wasn’t - and believe me when I say I’ve searched far and wide. She moans when I roll one of her nipples between my fingers while my mouth takes care of the other one. Her nails dig into my shoulders. It doesn’t hurt and she lets go pretty quickly - a shame on both counts, really. I take it as my cue to pull her back onto the bed, and take charge of this situation again. 

When I try to go slow, she tells me to get to it again, and I look at her as I take her other breast into my mouth and slowly circle her nipple with my tongue. I take a moment to enjoy this, watch her reaction, play with her, and then I slowly start making my way down her body, only to be completely taken by surprise when she stops me.

“Leon, just… Just fuck me,” she says. I don’t get it. I’ve had women beg me to eat them out, but I can’t recall one ever asking me not to… 

“Please?” I can’t believe I just asked that - especially with that uncharacteristically confused tone to my voice. It’s pathetic. 

“Are you seriously asking if you can go down on me?” And now she’s mocking me? 

“Yes.” I’m not about to lie. Something’s going on and I’m going to find out what. If she just wanted to remain in control, she could have allowed me to continue after I’d pretty much begged her to let me taste her.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” she says. All of a sudden, she sounds shy. This calls for a different approach. 

I move to actually get my head on a pillow and hold my hand out by means of an invitation. She joins me -  hesitantly, but still - and I wrap my arms around her. 

“A, you don’t like the way it feels. B, no guy has ever made it feel good. C, someone told you once that your pussy looks weird and now you’re not letting anyone down there in case he was right. Am I getting at anything here?” I can be blunt if I have to, it’s just that I prefer not to be. In this case, I don’t think subtlety is going to get me anywhere, so the Walker-approach it is… 

“I hate you,” she says, “but C is pretty dead on, actually.” I should have known I wasn’t going to feel triumphant about getting that right, but I hadn’t expected to feel this bad for her, either. As always, though, I think I have a solution…

“Blindfold me,”

“What?”

“You heard me,” I say plainly. From the way she looks at me, I can tell she isn’t quite getting how much I’m not messing with her right now.

“You’d do that?” She scoffs as she says it, which makes me raise my eyebrows. 

“Why not? Wouldn’t be the first time.” Judging by the look on her face, she’s definitely considering it.

“Make it a new year’s resolution,” I say, “start the new year off good.”

“You really like going down on girls, don’t you?” I do, but I also have a near pathological need to help women overcome insecurities. It’s an ego thing - I have in the past tried to convince August and Charles it wasn’t. That didn’t work, and that’s probably because they were right, and it absolutely is. Of course, I’m not going to tell her that, so I just nod.

“What I think,” she says, and I immediately realize my mistake, “is that you have a pathological need to help women overcome insecurities because it’s a way for you to feel good about yourself.”

At this point, it’s fair to say that Ariel is annoying the everloving fuck out of me. 

“What I think,” I throw back at her, “is that you have a pathological need to be right and to do everything on your own that’s actually getting in the way of feeling good about yourself. But I’ll cut my losses.”

“Good, are we finally going to do what we came here to do?” The way she says it honestly has me starting to think I made a huge mistake hooking up with her. Not that I can think of anyone else I’d rather be with - which is unusual, I’ll admit.

“Christ on a bike! Do you have somewhere else to be?” Ariel goes quiet; she clearly wasn’t expecting my question. I put a hand on her cheek and am about to pull her into another kiss when we’re disturbed by… a disturbance in the hallway. I’m far too curious to not check on that, so I quickly get dressed and head for the door to take a look. 

“What’s going on out there?” Ariel says as she fastens the buttons of her blouse. I’m surprised she asks: she had to have heard some of it. Including Marshall telling me there was nothing to worry about, and to go back inside. It didn’t seem like he had a handle on the situation, but there was no need for me to get in the middle of that. 

“Nothing important,” I say. And then it really registers what she’s doing. Is she serious? “You’re leaving?” 

“Yeah,” she says with a sigh, “this was a mistake.” I mean, I can’t deny that, but I was still intent on actually making that mistake. Something about the way she looks at me tells me she doesn’t actually want to leave, but she actually walks out the door, and I’m left standing there alone and confused. Very, very confused. 

[pcrplevenom]

Headcanon Dump! (Updated!)

I've been meaning to revisit these after a year or so, and thought over a few of them to update slightly. Which for me, is a fun thing!

Soldans' favorite flowers are sunflowers, daisies, roses, carnations, galaxy petuinas, orchid, lavender, spider lily and starlette lily. She also likes the occasional cactus, and often has a variety of these during the spring and summer. The cactus plants, are also well taken care of!

Soldan has two strong phobias, that are deeply personal and refuses to talk about it unless asked at the right time. Autophobia, and Athazagoraphobia. They never left her mind, and trying to repress them isn't a healthy habit. Make sure she's doing okay, checking up is good!

There is a very strong muscle density, despite being short. Working out once a day, going for long runs, anything to keep fit and combat ready. Training sessions and sparring are common! Soldan is partially immune to pain, so can't really feel much.

Cursed beast form, Velocirator form and Dilophosaurus form are only revealed to those who are strongly trusted and when she's ready. Soldan fears this, if things go wrong. But if you ask politely, it'll be likely require a fairly large area to move around better.

Battle Dancing is a defensive and offensive skill. Soldan was taught it by the locals, and adapted fast from beginner to advanced with her own pacing. As graceful as she is, landing a hard hit or dodging quickly requires quick planning.

DON'T test her anger, really bad idea. Verbally insulting those that Soldan grew close with, dealing with someone who get defensive real fast may end up with her pinning whoever said it on a wall a little too hard. Needs alone time to calm down, or hanging out with someone.

Soldan knows a few languages! English, Vastayan, Ionian and Yautja! The last one, she taught herself and refuses to translate the specific curse words. Best to never, find out what they even mean.

There's a couple weak spots on her body, that are highly painful. I'm not disclosing where they are, but they're always covered in gauze wrap and never seen in public. There's really nasty scars from combat, and survival accidents underneath.

Soldan has signs, there might be romantic interest. (Since I run on chemistry, pre-established can be discussed privately too!) She's a little more skiddish, but remains composed. Which staying calm can't last long enough, visibly nervous sweats are on the face. Not the type to kiss first, but willl sneak a fast cheek smooch.

Soldan doesn't cry in front of others. She doesn't like being upset in public, and prefers talking it alone if needed be. Trying to brush off the signs of breaking, easier to read in the eyes and body language. Comforting and reassuring soothes the nerves fast, cuddling and or hugs are allowed from anybody as mentioned, fully trusted.

Fragile hearted. Soldan had a couple of heartbreaks without any given warning, and that effected her pretty badly. She may be upbeat, cheerful and optimistic! Underneath, very severe trust issues to protect herself.

Soldan can play dead, a little too well to trick her enemies. She doesn't move, breathe or do anything. Once the target steps closer, attacking swiftly without a warning. Requires patience, though. Plenty of practice was done!

[abitchnamedtia]

hey! how are you? could you make a sfw alphabet for alastor moody? 🥹🥹🙏 (sorry if the English is bad or confusing, I'm using Google translator)

Thank you so much for asking me ! It really means the word to me <33

Disclaimer: I don't own hp and don't support jkr

Warnings: none

Infos: GN reader

Sorry for the bad english it's not my main language

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alastor is definitely very affectionate with you. Even if he was shy about it at first and refrained himself from giving too much.

But he never shows this side of him in front of others.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It's definitely nice to have Moody as a friend. He's a really great listener and will have your back at any time. With the tough life he had, he'll be able to give you meaningful advice.

Paranoid as he is, earning his trust to be called his friend or best friend is a real challenge but gives you the best reward.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Alastor is really a cuddler. Having you in his arms is a feeling that he can't describe. It makes him happy and feel strong. Feeling that you're perfectly protected right there with him. But no one knows, except you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Moody had a tough and stressful life. Since you entered his life, you have brought happiness and sweetness in it. All he can dreams of now if to keep you forever. He would really want to settle down with you in his house and just live a peaceful life.

Being that paranoiac, he's used to cooking for himself, and now he can make some really good dishes. But if you want anything sweet, you'll have to do it yourself. He really can't bake any cakes of any sort.

About cleaning, Moody really likes to have a clean and organized house. He's not a freak, but he prefers it. And his mom raised him well, so you'll split the chores fairly.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It'll be for your own safety. And he'll not let you a choice, even threatening to obliterate you. You needed to be safe, even if it broke both of your hearts. In front of you he'll keep a composed face. But later, alone in his house, he'll cry.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Just like settling down, now that he has you he'll really want to keep you. And the idea of you being his wife always warms his heart.

But he'll take a while to propose, even if he has a ring. Alastor would be really unsure about himself and would always ask himself why such a beautiful person like you would be with him. And your safety would also be a huge concern of him.

Eventually he'll manage to shut these thoughts down and just ask you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

With you, Alastor is always gentle. Even if he's always rough and tough with people, with you he's just the sweetest. He cares so much for you, how could he be anything else ?

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Alastor is your personal teddy bear and you love being wrapped in his arms. In his big bear embrace, you feel protected.

At first he'll be somewhat flustered after it as he didn't want you to think he was weak. But this stupidity didn't last long when you told him how much you liked it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take some time for him to say it. Not because he didn't think it, but because he knew that once he'd told you that, he wouldn't be able to let you go. For him it's a serious thing to do.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Alastor can't help himself but being a jealous man. Being insecure about himself and thinking you deserve better, he can be easily jealous.

He'll never ask for you to stop talking to some people but if you two are early in the relationship, he have the bad habit of distancing himself from you. As your relationship grows, his self confidence did too and he'll just step between you and the person to make them understand that you're not free. (And maybe they were cursed...)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Alastor is so much of a great kisser. He doesn't do it often tho. You'll usually have to ask him for it, but he'll gladly oblige. A short but deep kiss is what he prefers.

Being significantly taller than you, he likes to kiss you on your forehead.

And even if he'll never say it out loud, he loves when you kiss him in his scars on his cheek. It makes him all fuzzy and blush when you do it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Moody always thinks that he's terrible with little kids and that they'll get scared by his scars. But when he lighten up, he's really good with them. Telling them stories about his auror's life, riding with them on his broom,... Kids love him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Alastor are full of sweetness. He'll just hug you tight, wanting to lie down in bed with you forever.

When you two finally get up, he'll be especially soft with you. Helping you to brush your hair, gently kissing you every time you're within reach...

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

The night are as sweet as the mornings but with some *passion* added. And after that, you two would snuggle in his bed until you both fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It will takes time for him to start revealing things about himself. Even when you're already dating, he'll might get reluctant to tell you anything.

You don't pressure him to do so and you usually work with what you've noticed. And he's thankful for that.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With you, he's anything but patient. Even when you get reckless, he can't get mad at you.

People jokingly told you that he's unfair because he gets angry so easily with everyone else.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Being a great listener, he'll remember every little things you tell him. From which cup you drink you coffee in, to what's your favorite perfume or what's your favorite book.

When you notice that he uses this, your heart melt.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It wasn't a particularly special day. You two were invited to Molly's house to eat. When it was getting late, you slightly yawned and turned to him. You said that you were tired and that you should go home.

You used the word "home" to describe his house. You weren't officially living there, and Alastor hasn't had the guts to ask you. So hearing that just melted his heart. You were comfortable enough with him to call a place that wasn't yours, your home. Meaning you wanted to have a home with him...

It might sound silly, but to him, it was a precious moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

AHAH it's Mad Eye Moody. You couldn't be more protected by anyone. Your safety is his number one priority.

He taught you occlumency and how to properly duel in case he wasn't there.

He'll also prevent you from doing anything that might be dangerous, even if you assure him that you'll be safe. It leads to some petty fight between the two of you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Alastor always gives you the most thoughtful gifts. He somehow always knows what you'll love the most. He doesn't often offer you a big thing, keeping it for an anniversary or Christmas etc.

At first, he didn't do it because it flustered him to show you how much you meant to him. But now, on dates or just out of the blue, he's most likely to give you something small but really thoughtful. Like buying your favorite tea or a book that you've told him about.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

A bad habit of him would be how his paranoia and constant vigilance might hurt you sometimes. He can get stressed and might be too harsh with you or sometimes prevent you from doing normal life things without asking.

He really doesn't want to hurt you but can't help himself.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

While he's not concerned about his clothes or hair or anything like that, he knows what he looks like. Alastor finds himself ugly, even monstrous sometimes because of his scars. He's lived with it for years now, so his thoughts about it are less bad, but he'll never find himself handsome or anything.

Handsome is a term that you often use to describe him with such honesty that he really doesn't understand how you can ever think that. But you really do. He's your handsome man.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Since you entered his life, you'd take an important place in it. To the point that he couldn't imagine his life without you now.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Physical touch is perhaps his favorite love language. Keeping a hand on you back when you're with other people, massaging your shoulders whenever you're stressed about something, stroking your hairs when you lie down on his legs on the couch,... Being so touch starved for such a long time, he seems to always have a hand on you nowadays.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Alastor couldn't be with someone with a bad moral. Like someone who hurts people for fun or their own benefits. He just couldn't.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Alastor is an insomniac. Due to his mental health, his constant paranoias and his nightmares, he usually has terrible sleep. If he just can't sleep, he'll watch you until he finally falls asleep.

Sometimes his nightmares wake you up too. In these moments, he's filled with shame and anger for letting you see this part of him.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The World Burns With Us.

There...That should be good for now...You said these things are like...fast regeneration pills, right?

Yes, but they only work well for me, due to my slow recovery process. Unfortunately, they don't heal broken bones but...I'll at least get my vitality back.

*Kanata wraps a brace around Kuripa's broken elbow and feeds him a Suprotein.

...Damn that Makoto...What the hell is he thinking?

...I'm fairly sure he made that very clear earlier.

...I...I couldn't imagine what Mr Naegi is going through...But to really think all of this is his fault...

It isn't. Makoto never asked for any of this...But he's so focused on being the hero the Future Foundation needs, that he's doing everything he can to take on this problem alone.

I don't understand...Maybe this is just my personal take on things but...You said that he ignored protocol and went behind everyone's backs to do this, right?

That's right...

...I...I don't think I could ever see someone as a hero if they decided to betray my trust and go behind my back like that...At best I could recognize them as a vigilante or potentially dangerous...At worst...I'd resent them forever.

...

*Kuripa then stands up and goes over to the door of the supply closet they hide in.

I definitely resent him right now...

So I'm either going to rescue him from immanent death, or kill him myself...!

Ok, where are you going now?

After Boss, where else?

Mr Kurafto-!

Don't "Mr Kurafto" me...! You're not about to stop me!

You're still injured...I don't care if you can't feel it, if you try and move around in that state, you might never be able to move your limbs ever again!

Small price to pay if it means stopping Zetsubou...!

That's not a small price at all! Just listen to her.

Come on, you should know by now that medics and I don't mix.

We don't have ANY time...! I need to get to Boss, I HAVE to.

Why does it have to be YOU to do it?

Because YOU TWO will get KIDNAPPED if you come with me! That's exactly what we're trying to prevent!? Or what, are you thinking I'm the only one who's remembered the mission!?

I...

Boss is on the target list as well. He's as high priority as the rest of you and that dumbass is charging straight into his demise. One broken arm isn't about to stop me from getting to him. And neither are you.

...

Doctor...Just let him go.

But-

I will go with him and back him up if I can.

...

[starberrywander]

Y'know what? I have just decided that I'm gonna use this blog for "vote third party" stuff. I know the side of tumblr I float around in tends to be pretty anti-voting but this is what I personally think is best so I'm going to firmly plant myself right here.

Anyway here's my pitch:

"Why vote third party? What if the republicans/democrats (whichever you think is scarier) win and make our lives hell? Shouldn't we be realistic and vote for the lesser evil to keep the greater evil out of office? Third parties can't win in the setup we've got now! Its a waste of a vote!"

My response to those concerns (because they were mine approximately 1 week ago) is the question that made me rethink: Do you really want this scenario to repeat every election season? Because I certainly don't. And using the same "solution" is just gonna get these same results.

Additionally, there are plenty of discussions on this site and off of it where people have highlighted the damage done by both major parties. Since this site tends to lean liberal/left I'll briefly mention one of the things that got me thinking, which is that democrats benefit from republicans being as horrible and scary as possible. There are people who have explained it far better and I'll reblog them if I see them again, but the general premise is that if you're scared enough of the republicans then you'll vote for whatever candidate the democrats put forward just to keep Trump or whoever out of office. Even if that democrat is a horrible choice as well and also makes things worse.

The republicans and democrats are basically both fanning each other's flames because the worse the other is the better their own chances of both winning the election and getting away with disregarding the people's interests in favor of their own. I'm not a historian, but I am fairly certain that is the process by which fascism happens. We really do not want fascism. The chances of things getting better instead of disastrously worse are pretty slim if we allow this cycle to continue.

Which is why the smart, strategic vote for USAmerica's (and the rest of the world's, lets be honest) future is third party. How? Lemme answer with another question: how often do you hear some variation of "I would vote third party if they had a chance, but I don't want to waste my vote"? For me the answer is "very often." There are a lot of people with that attitude.

Voting third party shows people that there is enough backing that the candidates may have a chance, making them more willing to vote for them. Its probably not gonna turn around an entire federal election in one year just from advocacy, but if major support for third parties starts showing up in the numbers it will effect future outcomes.

It also puts pressure on the existing parties. Even if a third party doesn't win, if they get enough votes to pose a serious threat to the re-election of the Rep or Dem politicians then those two parties will have to start changing their policy approaches to be more appealing to the audience that they are losing. In other words, voting third party can change the outcomes to be more like those third party policies that you prefer even if not a single third party candidate actually wins. Because the threat alone will require politicians to course correct because the strategy they've been leaning on is failing.

And this doesn't just apply in federal elections. This same principle also applies in local and state elections, where third party candidates are known to have won in the past. Increasing the amount of third party politicians winning at any level will show that the actively voting public is moving away from the Big Two. Get that ball rolling fast enough and we can change the entire trajectory of our country's politics, hopefully for the better.

As for which third party, its up to you. Vote for whoever you genuinely want to see win. The more support you add the more viability that party will have and the more people will be willing to pick them. And if you still want to be a little bit strategic, then you can go for the biggest one whose policies you actually like, even if they aren't your first choice. Because realistically there is a higher chance of getting third parties actually in office if we vote for ones who already have an active group of supporters.

Anyway rant over. Hope I've convinced at least a few people. Enjoy your day

[armed-and-alxne]

"Bite me."

(for vampire Lu because Wanda insisted.)

Getting out of the country had been the best option for Luther after everything went down in San Francisco. He found himself in Edinburgh, trying to start over again, and for the most part, he'd been doing well... until he'd had a strange encounter with someone - or something - on the street one night. He was attacked by someone he barely saw. They were fast and strong, even stronger than him, despite being slighter in stature. Hours later, he woke in an alley, weak and sore all over, and suddenly unable to take more than a few quick seconds of sunlight without burning terribly. Over the next few days, the harsh reality of what he was slowly came into focus. As ludicrous as it seemed to him, he was now a vampire.

For months, he'd been trying to survive, battling sensory overload, intense cravings for blood, and trying to find employment where he could exclusively work night shifts. Luther didn't want to hurt anyone, but he needed to feed. If he didn't, the cravings took over, and he found himself controlled by a frenzied bloodlust. Determined to stay in control of himself, Luther began seeking out people who weren't exactly the best of society. Lowlifes of various kinds became his regular meals. Still, he hated it. The only bright spot in all his horror and confusion had been the woman who'd moved into into his apartment building, down the hall from him.

She was a secretive sort, didn't share much about herself, but Luther took a liking to her almost immediately. Wanda was her name. He even thought that, despite that she didn't seem to really want to talk to too many people, they were getting along fairly well. She was hiding from the authorities, just like he was, so they had some hings in common. He began to really look forward to talking to her almost every day. Until... everything changed for him. He pulled away from her then, afraid of what she would think and of what he might do to her. Luther just didn't trust himself anymore.

She was persistent, though, and one night she'd accosted him to ask him why he'd been ghosting her all of a sudden. Backed into a conversational corner, Luther knew he'd have to either get rude with her and tell her to leave him alone, or... tell her the truth. He opted for the truth. Understandably, it was difficult for her to believe, but after seeing the difference in is eyes and the sharp fangs he now possessed, she seemed to take him a bit seriously. Still, he wanted to keep her safe, so he told her that staying away was the best thing.

Except... she didn't seem to want him to stay away. He'd liked her, a lot, he told her, but he couldn't very well be with her now that he was... well, even more of a monster than he'd been when he was human. He'd had to kill to survive, so how could she want to be with someone like that? That was when something shocking came out of her mouth. She wanted him to... bite... her?

"Wanda... I can't do that. You don't understand what that means. I'm not gonna treat you like lunch. You're not like those other people I feed from. I wanna keep you safe," he pleaded with her. "You don't wanna be what I am, trust me. And I don't wanna hurt you." He never felt more like a monster than now, actually talking about biting this amazing woman he'd really come to care about...

[perpetualfox]

2 and 36 pleaaaase !! <3

Long answer under the cut <3

2: Talk about your first kiss.

Ahh, the first. It's not exactly a...happy story, but it's not all bad either.

So, a little backstory is needed here. When I was eight, I moved across down and started at a new school. I joined a class of around 12 students who had all known each other since primary or earlier, so being the new kid was hard. Especially so once the 'cool new kid mystique' wore off and they realized I was acutally a total loser who was really only good for kicking around. I had friends, don't get me wrong, but the bullying was...certainly a hurdle to overcome.

Then, around half-way through the year, the unthinkable happens: a new, new kid shows up. And he's much more interesting. This kid--we'll call him Jack--has just moved from the UK. Jack took a lot of the heat off of me and for that I was very greatful. For that alone, I already liked him. And the longer I knew him, the more I liked him. He was cute and funny, and he could run really fast--these, as we know are the most desirable traits in an elementary-school crush--so obviously baby Fox was smitten.

Flip forward a few years, and we're now in seventh grade. If my math is right (it's probably not), I was twelve and he was thirteen. Middle school is a whole different beast. Social butterlies like Jack are thriving in bigger classes and making more friends, while wallflowers like me are mostly keeping our heads down and trying not to get stuffed inside of lockers.

But for the first time in my life, I am part of a fairly large group of friends; a rowdy mix of boys and girls who are all romantically invovled one way or another. I'm, as memory serves, the only exception to this rule: flitting about on the fringes of the group and staying out of the romantic entanglement entirely. Until Jack breaks up with his current girlfriend over some stupid thing or another, and completely out of the blue, asks me out.

It's almost Christmas, which means our school is throwing the biggest event of the year: the semi-formal. It's a big pre-winter break dance that happens the night before the last day of school. It all seems so silly now, but it was a massive deal to have a date to this dance. I'd never had a date before, and he was more than just a date, he was a boyfriend. Needless to say, I was very, very nervous.

Now, at these dances, they of course used to play some slow songs for couples, and well...when it came time for the first one, I was so nervous I genuinely thought I was going to throw up all over his shoes. We'd known each other for years, we'd squeezed in close for class pictures and wrestled over stupid things on the playground, but I'd never been close to him like this before. This was my chance to be with the guy I'd been pretty well in love with for the past four years, and I was going to completely fuck it up.

But I didn't! I can't remember the song that played, but I can still see the room: awash in blue light, white balloons and tulle on the walls. He wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around when it was over--and that made me laugh. I'm kinda tall, so no one had ever really done that before. The singles in the friend-group (who had all been watching from the walls) swooped in when the song ended, and someone suggested he should kiss me. That was something that was really common in the group--someone asking somsone else to kiss their partner. It's something I'd seen him both ask and be asked a hundred times before. My heart started beating so fast, all over again as he turned back to me. He was flushed and smiling, and at the time, the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. He needed to be quick, because if the teachers caught us, we'd be marched down to the office and made to call our parents to explain why we'd been kicked out. Yikes.

But I let him kiss me, leaning into him like I'd seen my friends do a hundred times. I felt him smile against my lips, and when he pulled back, I swear to god, there were stars in my eyes.

My friends all thought it was great, and so did I, until a little while later, when Jack and I stepped out fo the room to get some water. Almost as soon as we were alone, this really detached look came over his face as he said, "That felt really...false."

I said, "What?"

And he looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Kissing you. It. Felt. False."

I didn't understand. He'd looked so happy when he'd done it, and he hadn't seemed any different after either. Why now? I didn't know what else to do, so just I said, "Oh. I'm sorry. I'll...try to do better."

He just shrugged and walked back into the room, leaving me alone at the fountain wondering what I had done wrong.

At the time, when he'd asked me out, I genuinely thought it was because he liked me. In hindsight, it's a little more clear what happened. Back then, I would have been content to sit on my little (MASSIVE) crush until I died never having acted on it, or even told anyone about it. In reality, it was probably fairly obvious. And Jack...well, he was chronically incapable of being single at the time. He was, for all his posturing, increadibly insecure and he needed someone in his life to feel validated. He'd dated through pretty much everyone in the friend group (some more than once). By that time, there was no one else left. And so, he came to me. It's not really that big of a deal, I was happy to provide that validation at the time, though the reality stings a little, even now.

What's really funny to me, though, is this: all this happened...what, like 13 years ago now? But sometimes, in my dreams someone will kiss me and it feels exactly like that one did. Soft and kind and warm. It's like my lips don't remember it when I'm awake, but sometimes, when I'm asleep, they do. They don't remember what he said or how it hurt me. They just remember how good it felt to be loved, even for one, glorious moment.

36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.

I am a total food cenobite. I love trying things that absolutely should not go together, just because I want to know what it tastes like. I'm talking horseradish on ice cream (it's gross don't try it) or dill pickle popcorn spice on cool ranch doritos (that one is actually good, would reccommend). Sometimes I know it will be gross, but my brain suggested it and now I'm curious :(((

I also love to turn my music up really loud and pretent to host a concert in my bedroom! I have a whole imaginary band who plays with me! They all have names and I love them very much, we're like family <333

Also!! Bear in the Big Blue House is a show that still slaps and I'm all about that shit when I'm feeling anxious. Great calm down background noise.