#☾ his birthday thread!

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@luposcainus continued from here.

Kyleigh could hardly believe her ears! Not doing anything for your birthday? That wasn't right! And while she didn't know if that was a thing with Caspian's people or his own choice, she knew she couldn't let the day go by without them doing something! When he suggested that it be around where she lived the half lycan nodded, an idea already forming. "Would you like to go to one of my favorite spots to hangout at and have a picnic? We can grab something to eat and drink along the way. Maybe some cake too, which you have to have on your birthday."

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Legato was careful with everything he did, exact and finite right down to the very last detail. He could almost always account for Vash's actions as well, though wild they had a purpose. With the children distracting the man, he had everything in place. When the Angel returned, Legato sat carefully beside his work, fussing over every last detail until it was perfect. From the hand made birthday cake to the fresh doughnuts, hand prepared burgers and finally, the small little sign; Happy birthday, Vash Saverem Sunkissed lips turned upwards, standing when gold met teal, almost nervous as he shifted where he stood. "I see the kids did their jobs perfectly. I hope you don't mind sharing the cake with them tomorrow." the apostle spoke calmly, a sweetness held only for the Angel that saved his life and gave him a true purpose. "Happy birthday, Vash."

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The last time he had a birthday it was the fall of the seeds ship, his ship with Rem and Nai. That was Nai's gift. Ever since then he had refused to tell anyone when it was. Even when Wolfwood or Meryl pestered him for a date, no one knew to his knowledge. He had left for town that day playing and entertaining the kids as they jumped, pulled and tugged him everywhere.

It had been a good handful of hours and he was sure if he didn't return back soon Legato might start to worry. Saying good-bye to the kids he opened the door and returned to their home.

❝ Legato, I'm ho -- ❞

He stops in his tracks and looked at everything that was prepared. How did he find out when his birthday was? Shock and surprise ran through his facial features as he saw the cake, doughnuts and burgers. The cute little handmade sign almost had him tearing up. This was the most sweetest birthday he could have ever received.

❝ How did you know? -- Wait, never mind how you know. ❞

Vash says as he quickly moves to Legato's side and throws himself at the bother. You can see a blush across his face and happy tears streaming from his eyes until he falls onto Legato and presses a loving kiss to his lips.

❝ Thank you, Legato. ❞

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🐊 headcanons…

Picture it: You’re an Avenger. And dating Loki.

Of course, Steve would call an ‘urgent’ meeting on your birthday, effectively interrupting your plans. Loki isn’t pleased.

How will he make sure you enjoy your special day?

The Interruption {Avengers!Loki x Avengers!Reader}

Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / Cee and K's Glorious Birthday Bast Celebration Prompt List / AO3 Link

Pairing : Avengers!Loki x Avengers!Reader

Summary : It's your birthday, and Loki has one goal - to make sure you feel like the Queen that you are. So when Steve sends out a mysterious email about some kind of emergency, Loki decides to take care of it before you ever find out about it.

W/c : 2k words

Content/Warnings : Fluff, hints of smut, a smidgeon of angst.

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Loki always dreamt pleasantly while you were near. His bed was a sacred place because of you, where love blossomed and nightmares faded, when laughter replaced tears and groans of pain morphed into moans of pleasure. 

He always slept well while your naked bodies were tangled together, inhaling and exhaling in perfect sync, sharing warmth on cold nights in blissful uninterrupted slumber - except right now, an irritating beeping noise echoed against the walls over his dreams, incessantly increasing in volume and quickly becoming impossible to ignore. 

The sound pulled him from his dreams, and he stirred underneath the weight of your sleeping body against his. Loki liked you there, with your arm draped around his waist, one leg curled around one of his, and your cheek pressed against his chest, completely passed out and without a single care in the world; it made him feel wanted, necessary, alive. 

And you were in a particularly deep and divine slumber that morning, thanks to Loki’s ingenious plan of fucking you senseless the night before. But it went further than just the divinity of being intimate with the one he loved dearly, he just wanted to make sure that you slept long and well on the morning of your birthday. 

Beep, beep. His eyes finally flickered open when he realized it was your phone making that sound, threatening to ruin the first of many gifts he was planning to give you today. He’d reminded you the night before to make sure it was silenced, but somehow, some kind of message was still sneaking its way through. 

Cursing silently to himself, he stretched his arm out to grab the device from your nightstand, moving slowly and carefully in order to not rouse you. And just to be safe, Loki took his other hand and carefully threaded it through your hair to gently massage your scalp, hoping to keep you soothed, relaxed and unconscious. 

You let out an incoherent murmur against his chest as he moved, but continued sleeping peacefully, and so Loki brought your phone closer to examine it. He absolutely despised these things, but a long time ago you had insisted on adding his likeness as an Alternate Appearance to your phone, using the justification that it might come in handy someday. 

At the time he couldn’t imagine that it ever would - Loki suspected that you were just teasing him, trying to rile him up. But as his eyes scanned the preview on the screen, he was secretly grateful that you had: it was an electronic message from Steve Rogers, addressed to the entire Avengers team, to inform them of some kind of urgent matter that required a mandatory 8 am meeting.

A rage began to simmer deep in his soul. Regardless of what this “urgent matter” was - and Loki was sure that the Soldier was overreacting about it - it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Not when it was your birthday, and he had intended on spending the day worshiping you both in and out of his bed…

Loki returned the phone to the nightstand and wrapped both his arms around you, weighing his options. He could feign ignorance - neither of you saw the email because you were too busy loving each other. Or he could flat out tell Steve that neither of you were going to be available today. That it wasn’t your burden to bear…

But as his fingertips brushed against your soft skin and his lungs filled with the scent of your shampoo, Loki knew you wouldn’t be okay with that. You’d want to do your job, you’d want to help - no matter how inconvenient that was, or how much you deserved a break. 

And Loki adored that about you…which is why he ultimately decided he was going to have to fix the problem, whatever it was, before you ever found out about it. 

The phone had read 7:13 am before he put it back down, and Loki knew he had to work quickly. Pressing his lips to your temple and delicately cradling your head, he slowly rolled you over onto your back. You let out a groan of complaint as the movement gently stirred you awake. 

“No, don’t get out of bed yet…” you murmured, frowning slightly as you reached to pull him closer. 

Loki smiled as he settled his weight on top of you, loving the delicate but direct choice of words. He nudged his nose against yours as he spoke softly. “Ah, but I’ve got gifts that need their final touches in order to be perfect for you, darling…” 

You sighed peacefully as you brought your hands to thread through his dark hair. “I don’t want gifts. I just want you…”

“You say that now…” Loki chuckled before giving you a slow, lingering, sensual kiss - one that was designed to lull you into submission. “But you’ll be singing a different tune once you see them…” 

The kiss almost worked, but as your lips moved with his, Loki felt your fingernails gently dragging against his scalp and down the back of his neck. It was one of his weaknesses, never failing to immediately turn him on and get him going. 

He moaned softly, and it turned into a low growl as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hips began to roll with yours, and there was nothing he wanted more than to spend it inside his bed, inside of you - but he had a mission to accomplish before that could happen. 

Loki steeled his nerves and grabbed your wrists, extracting them from his curls and pulling his lips away from yours. “Vixen…didn’t you get enough last night?��� he hissed softly, eyes narrowed in a display of restraint even as he met your playful grin with one of his own. 

“You know I didn’t…” 

“Mmm. You never do, do you?” he murmured as he shifted his weight on the bed, lifting his hips from yours and pressing your wrists into the pillow above your head. 

Your lips parted to argue again, and Loki quickly placed his against your throat, exhaling heavily against your skin as he kissed and sucked. You whimpered in both pleasure and submission; Loki knew all of your weaknesses too. 

“Just give me a little time, darling,” he whispered softly, trailing his lips up to your ear. “Then I promise, I’ll give you everything you deserve today…” 

You nodded in agreement, and Loki smiled, pressing his lips to your temple. “Such a good girl, even on her birthday…” 

Your eyelids fluttered open and closed in a haze as Loki rose from the bed and began to get dressed, deciding to do it manually instead of using his seidr, and choosing casual gray sweatpants and a hoodie to further cement the idea that there was nothing to be alarmed about just yet. 

He could feel your gaze upon him as he moved, and he did his best to avoid looking back; he knew your naked form would be twisted enticingly in the silk sheets, your eyes half-lidded with desire as they usually were when you were alone. 

Loki loved that about you, that you wanted him so openly; it was impossible to resist - and that was exactly why he needed to fend off the Soldier’s urgent request for an emergency meeting; you deserved to be revered every day, but you especially deserved it today. 

“I suppose I’ll have to find some other ways of keeping myself entertained while you’re gone…” you sighed dramatically as Loki turned to reach for the door handle. 

He grinned and looked back at you, stiffening at the sight of the demure smile gracing your features and your fingertips dipping between your thighs. “You can certainly get started, dear, but don’t you dare finish until I return…” 

Loki winked before disappearing into the hallway, and he chuckled to himself as he heard you laugh and groan simultaneously. The door clicked shut, and he sighed heavily as shimmering emerald light descended from temple to toe, transforming the unconcerned clothing he had left wearing into his emerald and onyx battle leathers. 

He wasn’t above using whatever intimidation tactics necessary in order to intimidate the Soldier into admitting that he was most definitely overreacting about this so-called urgent matter. 

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Deep down you knew that your attempts to delay or distract Loki from leaving wouldn’t work, but it was worth the try; Loki needed someone to keep him on his toes, and you loved that you could do that for him. But now he was gone, off on some mysterious errand, and even though it was supposedly for your birthday, uncertainty was beginning to creep in. 

Loki was the God of Mischief, after all. Of Lies, and of Deceit. And even though you were sure he’d never do that to you, that he loved you deeply and truly, within every sense of the word, and to the point of needing to create new definitions for it - 

He’d still left you alone on your birthday. The one time you hated being alone, when every solitary insecurity roared its ugly head and threatened to swallow you whole - why was everyone paying so much attention to you today? Why weren’t more people fawning over you? 

How were you supposed to respond to the 20 birthday messages on your phone with genuine sincerity and gratitude? And why weren’t there 40 messages waiting for responses? 

Were you spending the day in a way that didn’t seem like a waste? Were you doing too much? Not enough? 

As tears filled your eyes, you tossed your phone back over to the nightstand. Telling yourself this was silly, you rolled over and pulled Loki’s silk sheets, still warm from his skin and drenched in his scent, tighter around your body and closed your eyes.

Loki would be back soon, you knew that. You were lying naked in his bed, left alone in his private sanctuary to wait for his return; that wasn’t insignificant to either of you. It meant something, it was important, and it was worth focusing on, but at some point it slipped away as you drifted between sleep and consciousness. 

Eventually, the mattress dipped down beside you, and two warm hands were stirring you awake as they pulled you onto your back. Loki’s scent was stronger now, and you sighed peacefully as his lips pressed lazily along your throat. 

“Mmm. You’re back…” you murmured with a smile as he settled his weight on top of you again. It felt so good to be cocooned with him, and you almost forgot that he’d even left in the first place. 

“You know I wouldn’t stay away for too long…” Loki chuckled as he guided your hands to tangle in his hair. “This is where all my favorite belongings are…”

You laughed out loud, and as Loki captured your lips with his, your laughter turned into a deep moan. Your fingers curled in his dark curls, and he kissed you like he’d been away for days instead of an hour, like somehow he wasn’t sure he’d ever make it back to you. 

And it was strange - his lips were cold, and he was shivering too; you’d never known him to shiver before…Your brow furrowed, and as if he sensed your confusion, his lips pulled away from yours. “Something wrong, love?” he murmured cautiously. 

You gazed up at him, studying the conflicting expression etched on his features with your fingertips. “I’m fine - but you’re shivering. Are you alright?” 

He smiled reassuringly, nodding his head towards the coffee table in the living area where two short taupe coffee cups and a small paper bag, presumably filled with cinnamon buns from The Clock Coffee Shop across the street, sat waiting on the coffee table for you. “Well, the café was quite hectic this morning, princess, and it is snowing outside. But I’ll try to be more efficient next year…” 

You smiled at the idea that Loki was already planning on spending next year’s birthday worshiping you again. 

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Missing Lego bricks

{You come home to Spencer losing his mind over Lego pieces}

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Spencer, for the most part, is a level-headed person that’s what he likes to think at least. But right now at this moment, he thinks he might just go insane. He’s looked everywhere, in every nook and cranny of his living room and he’s starting to regret all of the books he leaves haphazardly around.

You had got him the typewriter Lego set for his birthday, and he was completely over the moon. In fact, he had even cried a little at the heartfelt gift, it was the first time in a while where his birthday didn’t feel like such a dreadful experience.

He remembers it so very fondly. How your eyes glistened with excitement as you watch him unwrap the present, the way your eyes crinkled with joy. He had rambled off about the history of typewriters to you a couple of times and in all honesty, it warmed his heart to know that you actually listen to him.

“Baby? I’m home” you call out hanging your coat on the hanger as walk further into his apartment. He would have greeted you and helped you with your coat and bags whilst sneaking in a shy kiss or two, but he was completely and utterly hung up on this lost Lego piece, he’s starting to think it might’ve just simply disappeared.

You smile, standing in the archway, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before threading his fingers through his hair, his eyes scanning over the floor.

“You lost something?” You ask, and he perks up with surprise as if he didn’t even hear you come in.

He's quick to grab the instruction manual off the floor before jogging over to you, tripping over the stack of books that sit beside the coffee table. “This one- I’ve looked everywhere baby and I can’t find it, it’s just gone,” he tells you, pointing to the rouge piece of Lego.

You look over to the half-built typewriter noticing the way he had separated the different parts into small piles.

“Well it’s gotta be around here somewhere,” you tell him and he sighs, looking at you with disbelief.

Spencer is adamant as he shakes his head, “It’s not- it’s just poof, gone” he explains, his hands gesturing in every which way as he tries to get his point across. And you can’t stop the little giggle that slips from your lips, he looks like he’s going to lose it.

“Don’t laugh- this is a serious problem” he tells you watching as you cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle your laughter.

“Okay, I’ll help you find it,” you tell him as he thanks you softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You both search for the tiny piece of plastic for a good minute or so. Moving the furniture around as you check in every corner of the room, looking behind all the books.

Then it hits you as you look over at the couch, “Have you looked under the sofa yet?” You ask. He frowns pushing the sleeves of his jumper up to his elbows as he scoffs at you.

“Looked under the sofa? Yes of course I did” he says, and you can tell from the way he fiddles with the strings of his jumper and the smirk that teeters on his lips that he’s lying.

You go and make some snarky comment something along the lines of ‘for a genius that was pretty dumb’ he could already hear it before the sentence could even leave your lips.

“Don’t even say anything” he says, a playful look flicking through his eyes as you purse your lips trying to stop the growing smile. You watch as he walks over to the sofa carefully stepping over the Legos that were neatly placed on the floor.

He picks up the edge of the sofa lifting it up slightly with a small grunt as you check underneath the couch and there it was a small grey Lego brick.

“Got it!- there you go pretty boy” You hand him the piece of plastic, watching as his eyes light up he. He thanks you as he walks back over to his place on the floor.

You join him on the wooden floor, your thigh against his knee as you watch him as he continues to build the typewriter, “Can I help you?” You ask, handing him the bricks.

He looks over at you, admiring just how pretty you are with those love-filled doe eyes of his. He presses a kiss to your temple. “Yeah of course you can sweetheart” he tells you, shuffling to make room for you.

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☀ for real this time: 12/12 | 88k | Jegulus & Background Wolfstar | E |

Fresh out of grad school, James and Sirius are ready for one final, carefree summer at James' family house on the coast of Maine. But things take a turn when Sirius invites an estranged Regulus along, completely unaware of the unresolved tension between him and James from the last time they were all here together. With 2.5 months to go until their move back to the UK, it's a summer of second chances and big decisions. Will James and Regulus be able to handle a summer together and just be friends? fluff & angst, idiots in love, HEA

☀ bleed me dry: one shot | 8k | Jegulus | E | marauders creature fic fest

Dragged to the local bar every Friday night for line dancing, Regulus falls for the mysterious bartender. From their first encounter, there is an air of mystery about him. Regulus can’t help but be drawn in, feeling an undeniable pull that only intensifies with each passing week. Little does he know, the bartender drinks more than just single-shot whiskeys.

☀ yeehaw, baby: series | one shots | Jegulus | E |

Regulus finds himself stranded in small town Montana with a broken down car. Luckily he falls for the handsome cowboy that comes to his rescue. Snapshots of their life.

broken cars and cowboys | 2.9k words

home is not a place, it's where your heart feels most whole | 1.8k words

cowboy like me | 4.9k words

☀ truth, dare, spin bottles: one shot | 5.3k | Jegulus/Rosekiller | E | Strutting Slut Fest

Regulus throws James his perfect birthday party, including cheeky games from their teen years like spin the bottle and truth or dare. At the end of the night things take a turn and James gets more for his birthday than he could have anticipated

☀ some part of me came alive the first time that you called me baby: one shot | 9.8k | Jegulus | M | siriuslyhozierfest

Six years after their breakup, Regulus comes face to face with James in the midst of Sirius being rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Their unexpected reunion becomes a catalyst of reflection for Regulus.

☀ what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time: one shot | 5k | Jegulus | M | The Tortured Poets Fest

It’s been 5 months since Regulus died, and while it feels like the world has moved on, James is still treading the waters of his anguish, struggling to stay afloat. He and Regulus were broken up for two years leading up to his death and James finds himself grappling with the authenticity of his grief. When he thinks he sees a familiar face through a window, he finds himself confronted with emotions he has tried to ignore. Regulus has been dead for five months. When he appears on the streets of London, with no memories of his life, he follows an invisible thread in his gut leading him somewhere unknown. Somewhere he knows he needs to be. It all becomes clear when he sees a face he knows so well. That’s when everything comes into focus.

☀ Like A Secret In Your Throat: one shot | 1.5k | Regulus/Kingsley | E |

Regulus runs into his ex at the Leaky Cauldron and despite knowing something is off, he still invites him back to his flat for a snack.

☀ watching you, watching me: one shot | 2.8k | Rosekiller/Regulus | E |

He gets a rush from watching Evan like this. He considered knocking on the door, begging Evan to take him back, but there’s something about watching Evan that gets Barty worked up. Just observing him. It feels forbidden, and that turns Barty on more than he’d like to admit.

☀ sibling revelry: one shot | 2k | Regulus & Sirius | M | MWPP

Regulus was peacefully sitting in his room enjoying the quiet solitude of a Friday evening when Sirius barged in demanding help finding an outfit for tonight.

☀ lights over harvest moon: one shot | 5k | Wolfstar | M |

Remus Lupin has owned Harvest Moon Organic Farm for six years. When his friends James and Lily hire a new musician to play the Saturday markets, Remus can't take his eyes off him. After weeks of longing looks and flirting, will Remus finally ask him out?

fuck JKR, we support LGBTQ here

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Calling all campers - welcome to Camp Halfwit's first celebration!

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I'm super excited to be celebrating my blog's one anniversary and my birthday with such wonderful people who have brought me so much joy and laughter. thank you all 291 campers, you mean the world <3

Anyone and everyone please feel free to join in on the fun! I'll be accepting prompts with any of the characters on my roster (even if I haven't written for them in awhile or at all, I really want to push myself with this event ).

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Mood board of a character and situation of your request.

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Drabble for a character x reader of your request.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. - Midsummer Dance

Small playlist for a character and/or trope.

„⤵✉” - Cabin Confessions

Ask me any of the following to get to know me better! - question - truth or dare - would you rather - 2 truths and a lie

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You must be 18 + to participate (and interact with my blog in general).

If you're requesting smut or horny thots, you have to be off anon. I let it happen once, and it hasn't sat right with me. I need to know you're 18 + especially with this content in particular.

Please respect everyone who participates in this event. This is supposed to be a fun and safe place to share thoughts and headcanons about our favs.

My very loose definition of drabble will be around 500 words give or take. It'll definitely be less than 1k for sure.

If I don't feel comfortable writing your request, I will either write something close to it that I am comfortable with or not write it at all.

Event requests and submissions will be closed on August 1st. I will complete every one I receive, even if it takes me longer than that date. (With the note of what I'm comfortable writing seen above).

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"EITHER YOU GOT A LAZY EYE OR A LACK OF RESPECT. WHICH IS IT BOY?"

 ⟨  –  clayton cardenas, cis man, he/him.  ⟩ it seems like sergio rivera has been seen around town, humming en el muelle de san blas by maná  under their breath. apparently they are a  38 / 2000 year old child of the moon. townsfolk whisper about them being loyal and protective, but also repentant and careful. they’re a member of the children of the moon pack, and they give off the vibes of rough hands having a surprisingly gentle touch, the smell of engine oil and cedarwood, always keeping a watchful eye . 

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b a s i c s

full name ➔ sergio antonio rivera nicknames ➔ serg, gio age ➔ 30 ( +300 ) species ➔ child of the moon birthday ➔ september 22nd gender ➔ cisman ( he / him )sexual orientation ➔ pansexual fc ➔ clayton cardenas

a b o u t  

two thousand years ago, the children of the moon weren't a myth nor were they hurting in numbers. sergio doesn't remember who or how we was turned but back then it was seen as more of a blessing than a curse.

early in sergio’s life as a child of the moon he had to fight off a lot of vampires to stay alive and thus, developed a real hatred for them to the point that he wouldn’t hesitate to eradicate a vampire if they messed with him or his pack. one night he and some vampires got into a fight, which resulted in sergio killing off the small coven. all except for a baby, which happened to be a hybrid offspring of one of the vampires he just fought. guilt takes over and sergio decided to raise this hybrid as if they were his own. ( wc in the main )

raising a hybrid wasn't easy as a child of the moon and sergio had to do a lot of soul-searching to grow over his hatred for vampires, enough to be able to be a good father for the hybrid he picked up.

over the years sergio mellowed out some and learned to prioritize protection and discipline over revenge and bloodlust.

in forks, he runs a bar called la media luna he specifically made the bar into a safe haven for the supernatural and has a very strict no fighting policy. ( especially between species )

he still doesn't entirely trust vampires, especially the volturi, but he has learned the difference between being vigilant and being prejudice.

overall, sergio is a respect member of the community and has been in forks for a looong time.

c o n n e c t i o n s

cheaper than therapy ➔ sergio is not a man of many words and by extension… that makes him a pretty solid listener. so this would be someone who goes to sergio for advice or just to vent. ( open to any species )

bodyguard ➔ maybe someone hires him or asks him to guard them for a couple of nights? honestly, this could just be an excuse to go on a road trip together ( open to any species )

mentor ➔ i would love for him to take a role of a mentor for another shapeshifter or a child of the moon. bring them under his wing so that he can give them tips on how to deal with their rage, hone their skills, yada yada ( open to a shapeshifter or a child of the moon )

we ride at dawn ➔ biker gang! maybe a mechanic he trusts with his ride. maybe they get together once a week and ride their motorcycles over to some local bars. ( open to any species but would love for it to be a child of the moon thing )

right hand man ➔ while sergio does possess many qualities of a leader, he finds himself most comfortable taking a second in command role. what he lacks in the ability to charm and rally he makes up in physical strength and loyalty. the person he follows would have to be someone who's interesting in keeping the people of forks safe. ( open to any species )

i also have some more wc in his pinterest

p e r s o n a l i t y

+reliable +loyal +protective -reserved -possessive -stubborn mbti ➔  ISTP natal chart ➔  ↑ virgo ⊙ leo ☾ libra inspired by ➔ jawbone ( fantasy high ), eddard stark ( game of thrones ), arthur morgan ( red dead redemption 2 ), jim hopper ( stranger things ), hakoda ( avatar: the last air bender )

[kiatheinsomniac]

Heya! Can I request "Will you listen to me? I don't care where you are, what time it is or what happened. If you need me, I'll be there." With Ezio? Thank you!

pairing: Ezio Auditore x Reader

word count: 0.5k

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If you need me, I'll be there

You hadn’t meant for him to find you in the graveyard just behind Monteriggioni and yet here you two were. You had come to mourn your father who had died many years ago, sent to help in the assassination of Vieri de Pazzi. He had suffered from a wound and died of infection after his return. Today would have been his birthday. Your mother had fallen into a depression and, being the eldest, you had to take responsibility for your younger siblings. Life had never been the same since and you found yourself missing your father and resenting him somehow for it at the same time. 

The reminder of when he had been here and what life had been like before seemed to be hitting you hard and you came here to try and let it out. You didn’t want your younger siblings seeing you, you had to be their sense of support and stability. You also hadn’t wanted anyone else to see you and yet here you were, turning your back on Mario Auditore’s nephew, rapidly smudging away your tears. 

You had spoken to Ezio a few times. He was charming, that much was for sure, but Monteriggioni was a small town where everyone knew everyone and you were one of few ladies around the same age as him so you knew that a man like him would come to try and win you over for whatever reason. However, you were also one of his less frequent targets as you were often so busy trying to take care of your family. 

“Cara mia, dai, you don’t need to hide away. Tell me what you need and I’ll help you.” He coaxed and put his hand comfortingly on your shoulder, the one without the glove. You could feel his warm, calloused skin against yours and he must have noticed how cold you were because you soon felt the weight of his cape being wrapped around your shoulders. He crouched down beside you and you tried to turn your head away from him, sniffling. 

“What can you actually do for me, Ezio?” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to distract yourself by picking at a thread on your skirt, “Really? We’re stretched so thin financially and I don’t even know if we can get through the winter, I can’t get mother to leave her bed-” You choked on a sob and felt an arm snaking around your shoulder. That one kind gesture seemed to tip you over the edge and you broke down, weeping and turning yourself into his body, wrapping your arms around him and holding on tight. He kept you in his embrace, swaying you slightly as you clung to him. 

 "Will you listen to me?” He began once you had calmed down from your sob-broken rambling, “I don't care where you are, what time it is or what happened. If you need me, I'll be there." You could only nod your head slightly, sniffling. “My family owns this town, we can help you however you need. Without the people, there is no Monteriggioni and your father did a great thing, I was there and he fought valiantly.” You buried your face in his shoulder to try and quell another onslaught of tears. “Don’t cry alone anymore.” You stayed in his comforting embrace for a while. 

“Come on,” You said, standing up and holding the cape around your shoulders – admittedly you had been cold – before looking to him, “let’s head back.” 

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[meowdarame]

throat training w/ semi eita

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pairing: camboy!semi x reader; (they/them pronouns, gn!reader)

warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), oral sex (m!receiving), consensual recording, throat fucking, sex work/only fans, lmk if I missed anything!!

notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEXY SEMI EITA!!! (i wrote this blurb during my down-time at work lol) as always, I hope you enjoy!! likes and reblogs are much appreciated <3

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From your peripheral vision, you see a small red light blinking rhythmically, indicating that the phone camera that you and your boyfriend propped up is still recording. It’s been around 3 months since you and Semi started your couple’s Only Fans account— once you both realized that his fans would pay anything to watch their celebrity crush fuck his hot significant other, the two of you jumped at the idea of a secondary source of income.

You take one last gasp of air before wrapping your lips around Semi’s tip, his pre-cum leaving a slightly salty taste on your tongue. Slowly and steadily, you ease his thick cock into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat.

You’ve only taken half of his length, yet tears start to spill out of the corners of your eyes as you gag around his member. Semi’s gentle actions and sweet words are a direct contradiction to the obscene image before him, and he caresses your face to help calm you down.

“There, there,” He coos, wiping away a tear that trickles down your cheek. “Take your time, sweetheart. I know you can do it. You’ve been practicing so hard for me!”

His encouraging words are the boost of motivation you need. Mustering up all of the strength you could gather, you slowly work the rest of his cock into your mouth. The neatly trimmed hairs on his pelvis tickle the tip of your nose as you breathe through your nostrils. You keep your head there for a few more seconds, before pulling back and staring up at your boyfriend in awe.

“I did it!” You beam. After a month of throat training, you’re finally able to take all of your boyfriend’s thick and long dick into your mouth.

Pride swells in Semi’s chest as he leans down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. His large, calloused palm grips the back of your head, pulling your lips closer to his dick. “And you’re gonna do it again.”

You eagerly oblige, wrapping your lips around his tip once more. In one quick, sharp thrust, he bottoms out into your mouth, making the both of you moan at the feeling.

Semi’s pace is fast and reckless as he chases down his high. Your eyes drink in your boyfriend’s blissful expression— his tongue lolls out of his mouth, his gray locks stick to his forehead, and glistening beads of sweat trickle down his temples. Once his hips start to stutter, you know he’s close, and he swiftly shoves his cock to the back of your mouth as he empties his load straight down your throat. Indiscernible whimpers of your name escape his lips, and you swear you’ve never been more in love.

He pulls out and his fingers wrap around your jaw, tilting your head up. He presses the pad of his thumb onto your tongue, making sure that you swallowed all of his cum. When he sees that you did, he flashes you a loving smile before crouching down to catch your lips in a heated kiss.

Semi stops the recording on his phone and quickly uploads the video to Only Fans, titled “Throat Training: Week 4” and priced at $30 to unlock access.

As soon as the video finishes uploading, payments, likes, and comments start pouring in. Semi chuckles as he shows you one particularly hilarious comment thread.

@semisguitarpick: ugh this is so hot. semi’s s/o is one lucky mf.

@eitas_gr0up13 replied to @semisguitarpick: true, but semi’s even luckier. look at his s/o... they’re so fucking hot!!!

You and your boyfriend laugh at the exchange as he tosses his phone to the other side of the bed. He pulls you onto his lap, and you wrap your arms around his neck. Gently whispering into your ear, he asks you a question.

“So, babe, what should we do with the money we make from this video? I was thinking that I take you out to a fancy dinner date. How’s that sound?” You nod your head as you rub your face into the crook of his neck.

Even if this weren’t your part-time job, you’d still gladly get on your knees and suck your boyfriend off for free. His fucked-out expression is more than enough of a reward.

[therainroguefanfiction]

❉ 139 Dreams (Han Hoyeol) Ocean Air

Table of Contents

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

Word Count: 1,405

Pairing: Reader x Hoyeol

World: D.P.

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You sipped on your drink as you scrolled through your phone, liking posts about animals and ignoring everything else. Your best friend sat across from you, mumbling softly as his eyes darted across the pages of the textbook in front of him. It was just past noon and the cafe was experiencing a lunch rush, all of the tables full of people chatting loudly with no regard for those around them. You glanced at Jaeho, amazed by how hyper-focused he was on his studying. How could he concentrate with so much noise around him? It was giving you a headache.

You glanced at the time and smiled. In just a couple of hours, you’d be with your boyfriend relaxing at the beach. Being a corporal in the military meant that he was often too busy to spend time with you and you often went days without even seeing him or hearing from him. And when you did, it never lasted long before he was being called away again. He always promised to make it up to you but rarely did, though not for a lack of trying.

The phone dinged softly, your boyfriend’s name popping up at the top of the screen along with the notification that you had received a new message. Your smile widened but quickly fell when you read the message he had sent you. A sigh of frustration passed your lips, grabbing Jaeho’s attention.

He glanced over at you, taking in your deep frown and furrowed brow as you stared at your phone. “He canceled again, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s so lucky,” he clicked his tongue in disapproval. “You know, I canceled on my girlfriend once and she broke up with me the next day but he’s canceled on you at least a dozen times but you haven’t even considered leaving him. What an ungrateful bastard.”

You quirked a brow at him. “It was her birthday dinner.”

“What’s your point?”

A chuckle of amusement passed your lips. “You’re such an idiot, Jaeho.”

“You’re a bigger idiot,” he stuck his tongue out at you. “Seriously, though. He totally takes you for granted.”

“He works hard and goes through a lot on the job,” you defended him, picking at a loose piece of thread on your jeans. “He doesn’t have a choice when he gets an order from the higher-ups.”

“Yeah, I get that but,” he leaned closer, a frown on his lips. “A relationship is two people, right? You’re always sacrificing for him but when has he ever sacrificed for you?”

“That feels pretty weird coming from a guy who canceled his girlfriend’s birthday dinner and can’t see why she was upset about it,” you accused with a scoff, making him shrug.

“We had only been together for two weeks. Besides, I got courtside tickets. How could I possibly pass that up? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity while she has a birthday every year.” He started to pack up his things, sending you a pointed look. “You’ve been with this guy for, what? Seven months?”

“Six.”

“And in those six months, how many times have you seen him?”

You racked your brain but could only come up with a handful of times that you had spent time together for more than five minutes.

“See? It’s really low, right? I bet you’re lonely.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair in frustration. Of course, you felt lonely. Jaeho and Hoyeol were the only people in your life and both of them were busy men which meant you were more often than not left to your own devices. And that was just fine, you enjoyed the peace and quiet of being alone, but you’re still a human being and even if you enjoy it, you still get lonely.

He watched your expression carefully before standing up and throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Okay, you convinced me.”

“What?”

Jaeho slapped his hand on the table, leaning toward you with narrowed eyes. “I accept your challenge.”

“Are you on drugs?”

The two of you stared at each other for a minute before he grinned. “I’m going to keep up the tradition of beating you in Mario Kart.”

Realization dawned on you and you stood up with a scoff. “Tradition? You beat me once because I stopped racing to reply to Hoyeol.”

“All I hear are excuses. You scared to lose again?”

“As if. Try not to choke on my dust, loser,” you taunted as you headed for the door.

“Who’re you calling a lose, you loser?” he huffed, following close behind.

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Stretching your arms above your head, you let out a loud yawn. You hadn’t planned on staying at Jaeho’s apartment for so long but you were thankful for the distraction. Night had fallen and you felt exhausted after such an intense battle with your best friend but at least you had come out victorious, beating him ten to five. So much for his tradition.

You tugged your phone from your pocket both to check the time and to see if Hoyeol had messaged you but he hadn’t. You considered sending him a good night message but it was well after midnight and you didn’t want to risk waking him up. A sigh passed your lips as you climbed the steps to your apartment, tugging the key from your pocket. When you pushed the door open, you paused. The strong scent of the ocean hit you like a wave and you wondered if you had entered the wrong apartment, but how was that possible? Surely your key worked only on your own apartment, right? You backpedaled, checking the number plate by the door.

It was most definitely your apartment.

With a furrowed brow, you kicked off your shoes and stepped farther inside, reaching for the light switch before turning the corner. Your eyes widened as the living room was bathed in light, revealing quite the surprise. Hoyeol was asleep on the floor, his upper body sprawled across the coffee table, his arms acting as a pillow. A candle the color of the ocean sat beside him, the flame dull as it started to run out of wax to burn. The label held a picturesque beach scene with the words ‘ocean air scent’ printed above it. Two plates sat beside the candle, a big mac on each one with a few chicken nuggets and fries from Mcdonalds.

Your heart fluttered as you sat down beside him, gently brushing the hair from his forehead.

Hoyeol’s eyes slowly opened, a slightly darker shade than normal due to sleep. It took him a moment to realize you were beside him and he groaned, forcing himself to sit up. “Jagiya, where were you? You left me waiting for so long.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you told him softly, resting your hand against his cheek. “I had no idea you were gonna be here. If I had… why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he frowned, tugging you closer.

“You definitely accomplished that goal, babe.”

He hummed, shifting so he could wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry I couldn’t take you to the beach like I said I would. The woman I bought the candle from promised it would smell like the ocean once it was lit. Does it?”

“It does,” you gently ran your fingers through his soft hair. “I had to pause when I entered because I thought I might have entered the wrong apartment.”

He chuckled, lifting his head to capture your lips in a passionate embrace. They were soft when they brushed against yours, his voice soft. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You already did.”

“Hm?” he blinked at you in confusion and you found yourself smiling at how cute he was.

You cupped his face, bringing his lips back to yours. “I really don’t care where we are, Hoyeol. As long as you’re here with me, I’m happy.”

He bit his lip to hold back his grin but it was a futile attempt so he buried his face in your shoulder instead. “I love you so damn much, jagiya.”

You held him tightly, a bright smile on your lips as you pressed a gentle kiss to his head. “I love you, too, Han Hoyeol. More than anything else in this world.”

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[hanako-san]

I see! I think big Tsukasa is actually the grown up version of baby Tsukasa because in chapter 82, baby Tsukasa went back home by burning the house!

There is such chaos and confusion in this thread that I have no idea what is going on here.Yes, he's back, but he's dead.There are only one scenario in my head that seem logical to me, but whether the truth, I have no idea, mangakas like to surprise. I'm not excluding your theory. I also take it into account, but I also have some doubts and it seems to me the least likely.

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I still think, like Nene, that big Tsukasa is fake Tsukasa and it can't be otherwise because Tsukasa would have two souls? It does not make sense. And then the mother wouldn't recognize her son? The mother knows best whether it is her son or not.The mother of the twins went to the temple for help

What that little fake Tsukasa did. He killed the threat.

This Tsukasa drew what he wished he just drew. He didn't have to give up life at will.

The real Tsukasa disappeared on his birthday. We already know that he gave his life for his older brother, so how? Tsukasa' little ghost lived for so many years in this house, so who did Amane kill? It couldn't be the real Tsukasa. He probably killed a supernatural who took the form of his little brother.

The real Tsukasa for wishes had to give little lives for gifts.

This evil supernatural began to imitate Tsukasa. Tsukasa was surprised that this thing could speak. He imitated him as if the fake Tsukasa had been in preparation for a long time. That would also explain the obsession with Amane by the big Tsukasa. Because all he was doing was asking this evil for gifts for his brother.

Moreover, little Tsukasa tells Nene that he wants to go with Amane to a festival near their home. Nene traveled back in time to meet little Amane who said he had lost his brother. He was there with his "brother" Which means that little brother really isn't a brother and he killed something else who looked like his brother.

Big and small Tsukasa cannot be one and the same person.

I think it was the big Tsukasa who caused Amane to kill him and is responsible for the family's suicide(including this mysterious evil supernatural)

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Now for your theory

If it were so. It would not change the course of events because, as he himself admitted, "I wants to see how Amane kills me", and what could Amane's reason be? Either something will happen to the real Tsukasa / or he will be swallowed up by this strange thing.

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Hope you like it. Thanks for asking on this topic because I was supposed to write my own analysis on this topic.

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His birthday was approaching and quite quickly. He's wondering if he will be celebrating it at all. Originally he liked celebrating it until the fall on their birthday. Without Nai present was it really a birthday? Could he really celebrate it without him? Could he even celebrate it at all? It's not like he announced it to his friends either.

[lightdash]

✯ ☾ MUN TAG! ⁽ ᵗᵃᵍ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ⁾

NAME: ame !! NICKNAME: ame is actually a nickname in itself, heheh! AGE: nineteen. FACECLAIM: i use a lot of different faceclaims, but my current one is usagi! PRONOUNS: she/he/they, it’s all okay ! HEIGHT: 5′5 or 5′6, unsure--- BIRTHDAY: november 26th. AESTHETIC: pastels and bright, warm colors. anything sunny with clears skies, sweet foods and genuine, good hero characters & paladins. mushy happy. alpacas. LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: BABY GIRL WHATS HAPPENIN

FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: i’ve written so many different muses in the past, but none of them ever stuck like sonic has. i’d usually keep them around for about...three months? maybe a bit longer before i’d, in all truth, forget the account hshshs. i’m very forgetful and busy, but i really liked writing madoka from puella magi. she’s so gentle and sweet. i love her. i liked writing amy, too (also from sonic)! my baby girl. i still use her account, occasionally. 

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE (THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON): i’ve been a fan of sonic since i was verryyy young; about four, five years old? he was my childhood hero, and influenced a lot of the friends and people in my life today that i met through him. i started roleplaying because of the series, too! in deviantart chatrooms (baby’s first writing experience), but at the time i only wrote my original characters. despite that, i always took a shine to sonic and he was my favorite from the canon cast. i was far too shy to attempt him though, and it wasn’t until years later when i wanted a new muse on tumblr that i picked him up with a little nudge from my buds! i loved writing him not even a few weeks in, and i’ve done so ever since.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: i could legit write an essay on what i love about sonic--- (’:. it’s hard to narrow it down to some favorite aspects, because all of his traits come together to make a character i absolutely adore. sonic is a prime example of the heroes in media i love; genuine, selfless, and warm hearted. i love a character that goes above and beyond expectations to help others, even without being told to do so. they do it out of the kindness of their heart & because doing the right thing just makes the most sense, and sonic is exactly that. he’s saved the world countless times, again and again. put himself under large stress, literally facing off against killer robots, deadly enemies and even gods, just to make sure people are safe despite only being... a teenager, himself. 

and that’s only his ‘hero’ character. despite the surface, i love his dorkiness. the way he tries so hard to be cool but he still tells god awful puns and jokes. the way he’s visibly shown being distressed or worried, but tries to keep others out of harm’s way while actively feeling that way. the fact that despite being marketed as a, quote on quote, “cool” and “masculine” character, he loves flowers and warm colors and smiles. he just loves happy things, and he’d give his life to preserve that.

i love my boy. he is so good.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: oh man, i think the bigger question is what isn’t an inspiration when it comes to writing sonic. even when i’m not actively on his blog and doing my replies (even though i should be), i always take inspiration for his character in...most things! mostly other media i consume; i write a lot of AUs, haha. things like films and shows, ones that display characters similar to his own make it easy for me to come up with headcanons and ideas for threads. other than that, like others have said, things like re-watching cutscenes and replaying games always do the trick.

FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS: i like.....any threads. i mean it when i say that, too; i like all threads !! i enjoy writing sonic in any situation because he’s such an interesting and fun character. although if i had to pick, i’d say ones where i can write...angst. or sad stuff, since that isn’t explored much in canon material---. or maybe just adventure/fighting stuff. that’s really fun for me to do.

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: this has been a problem for me since i first picked up sonic all those years ago, but i worry i write him way too nice compared to other interpretations i’ve seen of him. and when i say that, i don’t mean sonic isn’t nice, because he is! it’s just that the way i write him personally is very...pillowed. i prefer him on the more soft side of things; less teasing; very soft spoken towards people he cares about, not a big joker. think superman instead of spiderman kinda deal; both still good, but leans more towards sympathetic to his enemies rather than playful ball busting. i get a bit self conscious about it at times---

TAGGED BY: @nightmaresend​ !! ♥ TAGGING: @thefutureissilver, @jubilantrose, @daydrecming, @greendreambro & uh...anyone else who wants to! ;__ ; i’m really bad at tags, ahah--- 

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