#(If you have any questions at all don't hesitate to ask :) )

[gayofficial]

Vaccine Resources in America

Hi! I just wanted to make a list of programs that provide recommended vaccines at low or no cost in light of everything happening with the department of health and government funding in general. I don't want to scare people, but I cannot imagine that funding for these programs will increase with Trump, Elon, and RFK JR in charge, and there have already been several measles outbreaks in 5 states so far this year, and it is only February.

If you are 18 or younger, the Vaccines for Children program provides free vaccines to those who are American Indian, Alaska Native, Medicaid-eligible, uninsured, and underinsured. Proof of this status is NOT required, and so if you have parents who would not assist in providing documentation, do not worry. Certain providers may ask for an administrative fee, but this will vary by location and will almost certainly be on a sliding scale. These programs are run through your state or territory health departments, which you can find easily through an online search or here.

Many states also offer VFA or Vaccines for Adults programs. Not all of them are called "VFA", but many are. Depending on where you live, searching your state, county, and/or city health department websites can lead you to low and no-cost vaccine programs in your community.

Even if you were vaccinated as a child, if you are unsure if you have received the full recommended vaccine schedule you should still look into these resources. The DTaP (Diptheria, tetanus, and acellular pertussis) vaccine needs a booster every 10 years and/or every pregnancy to retain full effectiveness. You should also get flu and COVID boosters as recommended.

If you decide to call your health department to inquire about specific vaccination resources in your community, you do not need to worry. These people have gone into public health because they want to serve their community and ensure better health outcomes for everyone in it, and that includes you. With all of the vaccine hesitancy brought on by COVID-19, conspiracies about the ingredients inside them, fears that they cause disease, and concerns that they cause autism, your questions and desire to get vaccinated will be welcomed.

If you have any questions feel free to reach out to me and I am more than happy to help you find and reach out to resources specific to your area!

[sacrificiallane]

just the tip ۶ৎ mean!Luke Castellan blurb

cw: coercing!! (luke takes your virginity without asking 😔 he‘s mean like that!) MEAN!LUKE. sex. p in v. no protection (pls don't do that in real life!) ♡ blurb, so it's a little very short.

not proofread, oops

he is so desperate! literally, Luke thinks it's so unfair, how you're looking all pretty for him... yet won't let him in. it's killing him, please.

he just doesn't get this whole 'saving yourself for marriage' thing. it's stupid, he thinks, how you let him have his tongue buried between your thighs but not his dick ―

"please baby," his voice borders on a whine as he bumps his drooling tip against your clothed cunt and pries your thighs a little further apart. "just let me ―," he groans. momentarily, he thinks about just ripping the fabric in half and having his way with you... but he is a patient boy. for now.

"i told you, just the tip, hm?" Luke is taking a different approach then. he doesn't want to scare you, after all. so his hands ― all gentle and loving ― find a way to your face, to carefully caress your cheeks.

"you trust me, no?" he coaxes further, invading your space by nuzzling his nose to yours. an endearing gesture that makes it just so easy for him to get his way...

when you answer a soft 'yes, Luke...,' he smiles.

Luke knows how to sweet talk you into things. he's a son of Hermes, after all, one of the cleverest and most mischievous of the olympian gods.

"and you know i would never do anything that's bad for you, right?"

your teeth press into your bottom lip and Luke gets even harder Lukes fingers press the slightest bit harder into your skin, "right?" he doesn't like how you're hesitating, it's a normal question after all. i mean, why would you not trust him, after all? he is always taking care of you!

when he asks again, you know you have to answer "yea..."

he smirks, "good" and his hand starts to relax, and to wander.

he knows your body by heart, so the boy doesn't even have to look anywhere but your eyes when his fingers ghost over the drenched part of your panties.

Luke watches closely for your reaction. it's when your eyes trail down as well, when you feel him prodding, tugging and teasing, dangerously close to the part that you were denying him just moments ago, he acts quickly!

in an attempt to distract you from what he was really doing down there, and fearing that you'd deny him again and again, his lips press against yours in a hot kiss. it has you relax, at least, and gives him enough time to messily pull your panties to the side and press his bare tip against your slit. his tongue licks broadly into your mouth, to swallow any disagreeing noise of yours. he knows what's good for you!

when you do start to get a bit more whiny though, and try to move further up his bed ― you're nervous, of course, and Luke loves you too much to just ignore such a thing! ― he is quick to mutter sweet words meant to soothe you. whispering how he loves you, and how good you are for him.

his unoccupied hand smoothes over your hair, and his forehead bumps against yours when he literally bullies his thick head through your walls.

"fuck..." a breathless hiss and his eyes flutter close. you are so tight! wrapped around him like a vice, and Luke can just barely make out how you open a little further for him, and suddenly all of his common sense wanders south, and he craves you even more.

he really can't help it this time...

"sorry, i'm sorry―"

a loud gasp spills over your swollen lips when his hips suddenly snap flush against your own ― and his length slips all the way into your fluttering walls until you are completely full of him. so full, he can see himself slightly outlined through your tummy. "gods―" another thrust. in and out again, just to watch your reaction of having him poke your deepest parts.

"you ― just the tip ―" you were stuttering, trying to find words as he was greatly taking care of needs you weren't even aware of having! your fingers curl further around his sheets, cramping a little, when an especially hard thrust had you seeing stars for a moment.

Luke doesn't even think of slipping out again. instead, he shushed you softly, and pressed one hand over your mouth. gentle, of course. but you were so loud! and your sweet innocent voice trying to make sense of him, had him so close to spilling.

"it's okay―," he mutters in a breathless whisper, "you're fine."

Luke would never make you do anything you aren't ready for. he swears!

and when your eyes roll back and your legs start shaking, your own climax hitting you so quickly that you don't even know how or when to warn you... he's there, with you, to rub soothing circles into your naked skin and remind himself that this is all just for him.

well, and there goes your 'saving yourself for marriage' ― "guess i will just have to marry you then..."

shorter than the percy smut, but i liked it like that! sue me

[shizuturnspages]

You could make a reader who is dead and has a fraternal twin brother who is a boy, what would the Yandere do when they meet the twin? Genshin impact, it can be any character, I don't know what to say thank you. It could be diluc, dainsleif

The Shadow You Left Behind

Synopsis: Your twin isn’t you. But to these men, that doesn’t matter. Because as long as a fragment of you still exists in this world—whether it’s in their mind, their grief, or the blood that runs through your brother’s veins, you will never truly be gone. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Diluc, Dainsleif, Zhongli, and Alhaitham x Reader’s Twin

Diluc- The Ghost in Your Eyes

The moment Diluc sees your twin, the world stops.

It’s like looking at a ghost.

His breath hitches, his grip on his glass tightens until it cracks, and for a moment, he forgets that you’re gone.

But no—your twin isn’t you. He doesn’t move like you, doesn’t speak like you, doesn’t look at him the way you did. But those features, that familiarity—it’s enough to send a cold wave of nausea through him.

He swallows it down, schooling his expression into something neutral.

"You…" His voice is quieter than usual, strained. "You remind me of someone."

Your brother stiffens. He knows. He knows about Diluc, about the way you spoke of him, about the quiet longing in your letters—maybe even about how possessive Diluc was of you.

"You knew them," your twin says, guarded. It’s not a question.

Diluc sets his glass down, watching your twin like a lion cornering prey. "I did." A pause. "And you—you're all that's left of them."

It’s then that your brother realizes he’s in danger.

Because Diluc may have lost you, but your shadow still remains.

And he won’t let that slip away, too.

Dainsleif- A Lingering Curse

Dainsleif doesn’t react at first.

Not when he sees your twin. Not when those familiar features hit him like a knife to the ribs. He merely stares.

But in those cold, weary eyes, something fractures.

"You…" He inhales sharply, as if trying to steady himself. "You shouldn’t exist."

Your brother tenses. "Excuse me?"

Dainsleif steps closer, studying every detail, every difference. No—it isn’t you. But that face, that resemblance—it's an echo of something he lost, something that should have never been taken from him.

He exhales. "Where is their grave?"

Your twin hesitates. "Why do you care?"

Dainsleif’s gaze darkens. "Because if I cannot have them… then perhaps their ghost will do."

Your twin realizes too late—Dainsleif wasn’t asking.

Zhongli- An Unfinished Story

Zhongli is still when he sees your twin.

For a long moment, he simply observes. No flicker of shock, no shift in his composed expression—but there is something in his eyes, something deep and old and aching.

"You carry a heavy burden," he finally says.

Your twin clenches his fists. "I know who you are."

A faint, wistful smile. "Then you must know what they meant to me."

Your brother glares. "And I know what you meant to them."

Zhongli nods, slowly. "Then you understand why I cannot let you walk away so easily."

Your twin stiffens.

Because Zhongli’s gaze isn’t on him.

It’s on the ghost he refuses to let go of.

And if keeping your twin close is the only way to preserve your memory—then so be it.

Alhaitham – The Unfinished Chapter

Alhaitham doesn’t flinch when he sees your twin.

Doesn’t even blink.

He simply tilts his head, watching with cool, unreadable eyes.

"Fascinating," he murmurs.

Your brother scowls. "Is that all you have to say?"

Alhaitham exhales. "I’d rather deal in logic than sentimentality. And logically, you shouldn’t exist."

Your twin clenches his jaw. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Alhaitham closes his book with a soft thud. "It means you’re an anomaly."

A pause. Then, a cruel smirk.

"But an anomaly I can use."

Your twin realizes, with growing horror, that Alhaitham isn’t interested in him.

He’s interested in what remains of you within him.

And he won’t stop until he’s taken everything.

[elliewrites77]

Uncle!Sukuna Part 3

Uncle!Sukuna who doesn't talk to you for another 2 weeks after leaving your house that morning. He isn't avoiding you, of course. He sees you, when you take Choso to school or when you leave to go to the store. He just doesn't have any reason to start a conversation with you. Some days, part of him wanted to talk to you even without a reason.

That's why when Yuji starts complaining about wanting to go see his new friends across the street, he only hesitates for a moment to give the 'brat' what he wants. You make him feel stuff he isn't used to feeling, and he isn't particularly thrilled about that. But he can deny all he wants, he wants to talk to you again. So for that reason, as well as him not wanting to seem like a coward for getting 'nervous' around a pretty woman, he take Yuji over to your house once more, this time in the day time.

Uncle!Sukuna who knocks on your door, politely, just as you're starting dinner. Because of that, Choso opens it. The blank expression on the kids face lights up when he sees Yuji, and Yuji lights up too. Sukuna doesn't even get a word in before Choso is pulling Yuji into the house, the younger boy happily following along.

Uncle!Sukuna who shakes his head, hiding his amusement with feigned annoyance. He lets himself in, shutting your front door as you peak around the corner to see who had arrived.

Uncle!Sukuna who ignores the feeling he gets in his chest when you smile at him, greeting him with a polite hello. He returns it with a nod before explaining that Yuji wanted to play with your son.

Uncle!Sukuna who is surprised, but internally pleased, when you invite him and Yuji to stay for dinner. He immediately says sure, not doing that whole 'i don't wanna intrude' bs. Food was food, but free food was better. Especially since he wasn't the best cook, meaning Yuji and him often ate take-out or very basic meals that got pretty boring after a little.

Uncle!Sukuna who follows you to your kitchen, making himself at home while you get back to it. He finds himself enjoying the moment, the small talk (which he usually hates), the questions about himself.

Uncle!Sukuna who doesn't complain when you ask him to fetch the boys once you're done cooking. He was a decent enough person to figure he could at least do that, considering he just sat there the whole time while you made the meal.

He finds them in Choso's room, barely knocking on the kids open door before he mumbles out 'dinner's ready.', walking away almost directly after. Even then, he still heard the sound of excitement from the boys as they realized they would get to share dinner together and play more. He's, thankfully, able to hide the amused smirk that takes over his lips before he joins you back in the kitchen.

Uncle!Sukuna who actually try's to make conversation throughout the dinner. He doesn't talk much, sure, but he does find himself enjoying getting to know you. He learns that you're the Vice principle of the nearby Elementary school, the same one Yuji will be starting soon. He learns that you've lived here since you had Choso (no mentions of his father or anything), that you volunteer twice a month at a local homeless shelter, and that you don't drink alcohol. He even asks Choso a few questions about himself, albeit awkwardly.

Uncle!Sukuna who helps you clean up after all the plates are cleared and the boys run off again, even when you insist he didn't need to. He doesn't even reply to your words, just silently collecting the dishes and taking them to your sink, starting to wash them.

It flusters you how natural he looks in your kitchen, doing something as basic and domestic as dishes.

Uncle!Sukuna who has to carry a knocked-out Yuji home after him and Choso had fallen asleep on your couch. He helps carry Choso to bed first, though, gaining a smile from you that makes his heart pump a little faster.

He might need to see a doctor about that.

Uncle!Sukuna who, the night before Yuji's first day at school, has a long night at work. he ends up sleeping through his alarm and being late to drop Yuji off. When he goes stomping into Yuji's room, only to find the boy already awake and ready, he figures the brat didn't wake him on purpose.

Uncle!Sukuna who rushes to get dressed and out the door, uncharacteristically panicked to get Yuji to school before he misses too much on his first day. On the ride over, he can't help but muse over how different Yuji has made him in such a short time. The old Sukuna wouldn't have given two shits about Yuji being late, hell he probably would have just let the kid skip all together. But now, this new version of himself, cared about Yuji's education, cared that he got along with other kids and made some friends, cared that he enjoyed it. Old Sukuna would have laughed in New Sukunas face at how he was acting.

Uncle!Sukuna who practically drags Yuji into the school building, having to check him in at the front office since he was tardy. He sees how the young woman at the front desk blushes when he arrives, fluttering her eyes at him in, what he assumes is, an attempt to be flirty.

Uncle!Sukuna who's attention immediately fixates on you when you walk into the office. In his panic to get Yuji here, he had forgotten you were the vice principle.

it had been about a week since the dinner, which was the last time he saw you. He didn't realize how much he had missed your pretty smile until he saw it again when you noticed him.

Uncle!Sukuna who huffs when Yuji breaks from his grip to run to you, hugging your legs tightly and giving you a large grin.

Uncle!Sukuna who wouldn't ever admit the feeling he gets when he sees you hug and greet Yuji back, with just as much excitement on your pretty face.

Uncle!Sukuna who doesn't get a chance to talk to you there in the morning, but does when it comes time for pick up. He gets there a little early (though would never admit why), and chats a bit while waiting for the release bell to ring. During the conversation, he subtly brings up carpooling together, saying that it might save gas, and ensure he actually woke up in time to get Yuji to school and stuff. He says it as if it was a sudden idea, and more for convenience then anything.

Uncle!Sukuna who will never tell you that he had actually been thinking about it all day, and only wanted to carpool with you in order to spend more time together.

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not proofread. let me know what you think :)

[getaapologist]

The Tension and the Terror............Part XV

Pairing: Emperor Geta x OFC (extremely loosely, character is named but otherwise not described besides hair length)

Summary: The chaos surrounding the death of Macrinus keeps Letha and Geta apart much longer than either of them expected. Geta has an urgent question for Letha.

Warnings: make-up sex, and a shitty understanding of ancient Roman procedures around rule, 18+ only.

Word Count: 3.6k

Part 15 of 15!

[ Part XIV ]

Series Masterlist

A/N: I would like to preface this by saying thank you for reading this self-indulgent slop. I hope you got some small amount of enjoyment out of it. Your comments along the way kept me engaged enough to actually finish this. It's the first thing I've ever started writing that I actually feel like I finished. There's so much I could've added to this post-reunion that this would've never been done. I could always embellish at a later date if anyone wanted it. I'm also a bit sad to finish this because I don't have anything to look forward to now. Thank you for your time and attention. It means a lot.

Also, mea lux is 'my light' I believe.

Almost two weeks passed before Letha laid eyes on Geta again.

It was prevented by a combination of things. There had been so much to deal with after the incident in the gardens. Geta had been embroiled in meetings, debating things Letha wasn’t privy to. There was a ceremony for Ancus, to honor him for his efforts to protect his Emperors. And at every party, everyone was so desperate to show face to their Emperors, to remind them of their loyalty in wake of the exposure of Macrinus’s plot. 

Though she wasn’t invited to any official meetings or ceremonies, there were situations where she could’ve sought Geta out at these fetes and events. But she didn’t. She was scared to have that conversation that needed to happen. 

She knew she was still treated as a guest in the palace. More like a fixture, really, available to distract Caracalla whenever the burden of rule grew too tiresome with more poetry, read under the shade of a tree in the gardens, Ancus always nearby. But aside from that, she felt quite restless. 

It’s not as if she expected things to go back to how they were, but she didn’t think it would be this hard to put her thoughts together. Leaving the gardens that evening, neck still sore, she was imagining how she’d look over at Geta the next morning and fervently apologize, for all of it. She’d tell him she would understand if he sent her away, and he would assure her that he wouldn’t dream of it.

But the next morning she couldn’t leave her bed, paralyzed by this new fear. She’d gotten a chance to see what her relationship with Geta could be, she didn’t know what she would do if it was not that. And the possibilities he’d promised her most certainly couldn’t and wouldn’t happen anymore. She stewed in the hesitance, the uncertainty, until she became convinced that it absolutely would be different. No matter what different meant, she was sure it wouldn’t be good.

And so it continued, Letha skipping mealtimes that used to be routine, bumping into servants gossiping on her way into the kitchens to eat. Occasionally she heard her name on their tongues, her appearance causing them to freeze as if Letha were Medusa herself. Not wanting to make a scene, she’d just duck right back out, resolving to return later.

Caracalla assured her his brother was just being kept very, very busy in the wake of the subterfuge and death of Macrinus, but she couldn’t help but feel like it was a little intentional. 

What did you expect, honestly?

She didn’t know why she was still allowed to wander the palace, as if she were back to being a guest. There were no guards posted outside her room, and for the last week she spent her evenings in the gardens, observing the moon, asking no one in particular what happens next.

She wasn’t naive, she knew Tegula didn’t trust her. And nothing spread faster than a salacious rumor. They weren’t so foolish as to speak poorly of their Emperor, so they resorted to tarnishing her reputation instead. She was a witch, had steered Macrinus to his end, was desperate to attach herself to the divinity the Emperors were entitled to.

It was ridiculous. If she had such powers, she sure wouldn’t have suffered all this. 

It was all just more fuel for her suppositions, perpetuating her unhappy cycle until she felt like it would be better if she just snuck out one night. She could become a ghost story. But against all odds, she still carried hope that the next day would be different. 

As for Geta, well, Geta was trying to prevent an economic collapse. Some part of him thought Letha might think poorly of him if he let the empire fall around them because he would rather be locked up in his rooms, curled up in her. Because that was what he wanted. But he had a duty, a responsibility to steer this monstrous empire in a direction he could have heirs in. Perhaps the danger had put things into perspective.

Listening to the senators describe just how involved Macrinus had been in arming their voracious armies became more and more painful as they dove into the minutiae of complex accounts and processes he never bothered to pay attention to before. It was overwhelming. But he knew their efforts were working. Still, there were moments where he’d trade it all for those eyes on him again. 

What little free time he had was spent trying to avoid Letha, because he needed hours, days, uninterrupted, for him to spill his heart to her. A few minutes here and there wouldn’t be enough to relay any of the complex emotions he felt. He couldn’t avoid her forever, though, because there was a certain conversation that had to happen. He needed to know where he stood with her before he picked a particular path to tread down.

So that was why he stalked the gardens that evening, waiting for her to appear for her nightly stargazing. And as he watched her spread out the emerald-dyed linen on the grass, he felt calm. Almost peaceful. He let himself forget the weight of all that had happened, the guilt, too. Everything they’d all been through. 

Well, not everything.

“You should have run far away from here,” Geta spoke, disturbing her peace. 

Letha looked over her shoulder, her breath held in her lungs as she appraised him. It almost felt like the first time. The first time she saw him and admitted against her better judgment that he was beautiful.

The moonlight glinted off the laurels and the golden chestplate he still wore, though the ceremony had long been over. His hair was shiny, neat, framing his fair face. His deep, dark eyes, still lined in crimson, were locked on her.

He looked close to divine standing there in the golden armor, easily one of the most opulent things she’d ever seen. He somehow looked taller, broader, in the armor. Untouchable, too. 

It was so late in the evening, he should’ve changed. He should be in bed. Anywhere but here.

No more hiding. 

“I was locked in a cell, I wasn’t running anywhere.”

He surprised her by sitting beside her on the blanket, the ceremonial armor quite uncomfortable to lay down in. He kept his arms slung around his knees, the bindings of the tall sandals flexing over his shins as he joined her in staring up at the large moon.

“What about after?” After Macrinus. “You’ve had no chaperone for well over a week now.”

Letha felt her stomach twist. “I’ve thought about it.”

“But?” Geta supplied, turning his head away from the splendor of the night sky to peer down at her where she laid out beside him. A challenger to the celestial might hanging above.

“You know there would be no point.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I do?”

She rolled her eyes, a treasonous activity if done by any other, but it filled Geta with warmth, bringing the beginnings of a smile to his lips. It all felt so familiar.

“There’s something that is keeping me here. Besides the fact I wouldn’t last a day out there with nowhere to go.”

“I dared to hope,” he admitted, taking her own admission and shoving it into the cracks that were slowly mending, a makeshift mortar.

She looked over at him, a line forming between her brows as she studied him, thinking very hard about what to say next. He reached down with a finger, gently pressing at the center of her brows, pushing away the line.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out, the pressure of his closeness becoming overwhelming. 

“No,” he shook his head, moving his finger lower to press to her lips, silencing any further unnecessary apologies. “It is forgiven.”

Letha felt relief, could feel a tear forming at the corner of her eye. But she didn’t want to cry, not now. She recalled her apology muttered into his hair that day. He’d told her ‘no’ then too. 

“Do you still care for me?” he asked, his voice low.

“Of course I do,” she whispered, feeling the tear slide down the side of her face. 

He noticed it, moving his fingertip to wipe away the trail before resting his hand on the ground beside her head. He licked his lips, staring at her, all his weight bearing down, as if daring himself to collapse onto her. 

As much as he might have enjoyed frolicking beneath the stars, removing this armor was not a graceful job, even for two. 

“I want to show you something.” He pushed off the ground and sat up, the haze of him dispersed. She made herself sit up, kept her eyes on him as he stood up. He could feel a swarm of bees in his stomach moving angrily as he held a hand out for her to help her to her feet.

There was a split second of indecision and he nearly faltered, but her tight grip on his hand was a balm, immediately settling his nerves. As she leaned down to gather up the blanket, he tugged her hand, urging her to leave it. 

Geta  lifted the small chest off his desk and carried it over to where Letha sat on the side of the chaise in his room. It sank into the plush seat and she looked up at him, surprised. 

“It’s quite heavy.”

“I can manage just fine,” he smiled, his teasing tone returning.

It was so easy to get caught up in his magnetism. She wondered if he knew he possessed such a thing.

“Go on,” he urged. “Open it.”

She obeyed, pushing up the lid, exposing a rich ruby interior, the box created to house this one ornate bauble. Laurels, golden and sparkling. There were small, dazzling red gems hidden among the leaves here and there.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, reaching in to run a finger along one of the gilded leaves. “Seems a bit small for you,” she admitted.

“It is,” he confirmed. 

“Well I think Caracalla will love it,” she smiled, lowering the lid. “It’s a thoughtful gift.”

Geta reached down, pulling it back open. There was a look in her eyes that gave him pause, all the smiles and teasing forgotten. As if she knew already what he was about to say. To ask.

“It’s not for my brother.”

His words sent an icy chill down the center of her back, forcing her to sit up a bit straighter. He was already moving away, pacing.

“I have been busy, Letha,” he admitted. “I’ve spent more time with the senators than I can possibly stand. And in exchange for those long hours, I got this.”

“Geta, I—”

“Don’t feel like you need to say yes right now. Just promise me you will think on it. I know these last couple of weeks have been difficult, we’ve had a hell of a time trying to navigate—”

Letha stood and walked over to him as he rambled. She reached up and curled her fingers around the collar of the chestplate, pulling him down by it, pressing her lips to his. 

Geta recognized the action immediately, bringing one of his hands up to cover hers where she held the armor, moaning against her lips. He pulled her in by the small of her back with his free hand. Her necklace clattered against the metal plate until it was muffled by the press of her against him. 

He could not get near enough air into his lungs. He felt dizzy, incoherent, his blood at once diluted but also thickened, leaving his limbs feeling heavy with a honeyed sludge passing through his veins. The pressure of her hauling him down to her eager mouth by the bronze plate persisted in his brain, in his gut, and he suspected he would relive it for the rest of time. 

“Letha,” he breathed, his palm pressing to her heated cheek. “You can take time,” he offered, though he would be lying if he said he was satisfied with this and nothing more.

“I’ve taken it,” she replied quickly, releasing the armor. 

Before the dissatisfaction crept in, he felt her fingers at his side, brushing the underside of his arm that he immediately lifted. She worked at the buckle, pulling the leather free before moving down to the woven golden string keeping both halves together. 

Once his brain caught up to hers, he pulled at the cords holding the pauldrons over his shoulders, the both of them picking up speed as an unspoken sense of urgency grew in the silence. It all hit the floor with a loud clattering, the pteruges joining it not long after. 

Free from the weight of the heavy armor, Geta reached for Letha’s neck, pulling her into him, groaning against her lips as he attempted to make up for lost time.

As he held her, he realized she was working herself out of her dress. It was bunched up on her shoulders by the time he looked down. The next chance she got, the two of them needing air, she threw it off over her head. 

“I would have gotten to that,” he breathed, allowing himself to look her over. 

“Like I said, I’ve taken it.” she spoke with intention. He felt it low in his belly.

She got to spend only a moment more on her feet before he collected her in his arms and carried her to the bed. She let out a laugh as she sank into the plush arrangement of silks and pillows. He stared down at her, feeling that blooming of warmth in his chest that only she gave him.

 “What are you waiting for?”

As the words left her lips, Geta threw off the white tunic and joined her, crawling up her body to seal his lips to hers, finally allowing the weight of him to press her down into the bed. He had missed this. Her skin, already hot beneath his hands, her movements only drawing him in further, seeking his touch, his lips.

It had been a long couple of weeks.

He felt her bring a leg up around his hip and he reached for it, fingers digging into her thigh as he rutted against her. The ragged moan that left his throat said more about his desperation than anything else.

The tension in his arm trying to hold him up off of her was too much to ignore. He turned onto his side, clinging to her thigh, slowly bringing her with him until he was on his back. As she settled in this new position, she looked down where they met, a bashful smile on her face.

He couldn’t deny the wonder that overtook him at the sight of her above him, the way her mussed hair hung around her face, a few strands now loose. She was radiant, even in the night. Her nervous smile took hold in his chest, and he knew then that he would make it his goal to continue to find ways to draw that same smile from her. 

“I missed you,” she admitted, eyes cast down to the expanse of his torso beneath her hands. “I thought we might never…”

“Letha, you possess me.” Her eyes widened, her body frozen in his hands. “I think that was why it hurt so much to be separated from you.” He shifted his hips, forcing heat into her cheeks. “And I owe you an apology.”

“It is forgiven,” she insisted.

He shot her a look. “I could have lost you. It was cruel and impulsive.”

“We are fortunate your brother had the good sense to intervene, then.”

“Please, do not speak of my brother right now,” he pleaded, squeezing her thighs. 

She laughed at him, covering his hands with hers. “Let me distract you,” she offered, bringing his hands up higher, his fingers skimming her belly before she pressed his palms into her breasts.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his hands squeezing her soft skin. 

She ground herself down on him, using him, the sight filling him with desire for her. How he ever got pleasure from anyone else, he could never know. This was all he ever needed. He could only thank the gods, the fates, whoever brought her to him. 

She surprised him as she swung her leg over him, leaving him there in the bed, a pathetic whine leaving his throat as the air hit his slick-wet cock.

Letha felt a bit unsteady on her feet as she walked through his room. She was ready to show him that she would take on the mantle, the responsibility of keeping him sated and happy. 

Possessed him? She would never get over it. 

She found the chest and lifted the lid, reaching down for the delicate crown. Even in the dim light it sparkled. Her prize in hand, she set it on her head and nearly sprinted back to Geta.

He still laid in the middle of his bed, a vision of long limbs and pale flesh. At the sound of her feet padding on the floor he craned his neck, his large brown eyes passing over her, lingering on her head, where the crown sat precariously.

His full lips parted in a grin. “Eager to fulfill your duty, Empress?” he questioned, his voice low with desire. He held his hands out for her, helping her return to her place astride his hips. 

“Do you like it?” she asked a bit bashfully, her hands leaving his to steady the crown in her hair.

He let out a deep breath. “Mea lux,” he smiled, reaching up to pull her down to his chest, “you spoil me.” He stole a kiss from her lips before he reached up to adjust the crown so it would sit more securely on her head. She leaned into every touch, relishing the sensation of his large hands on her skin, skimming, gripping, squeezing.

She was so overwhelmed by him that she didn’t notice him preparing to shove into her, her only warning a quick swipe of him through her slick. They let out matching sighs as he filled her, like this was all they needed. Letha sat up, a hand pressed against his abdomen for support as she reacclimated to him. 

“W-What exactly are the duties of an Empress, Geta?” she asked. His hips snapping up forcing a wanton moan to leave her lips. 

His flush extended from his face and ears down to his chest. “Besides the obvious?”

She nodded, shifting her hips, moving on instinct, eager for relief. 

He grunted, letting his head fall back. “Well,” he began, bucking his own hips up slightly to reward her. “You will sit with me in all the boring meetings. We will suffer together.” 

“Mhmm,” she moaned, nodding. “I can do that.”

“You will advise me, keep me in line,” he grunted. “Tell me when I’m being a fool.”

“I will relish every chance I get,” she grinned, chasing her pleasure.

“Don’t look so excited,” he chuckled, biting his lip. 

She felt her thighs burning, but she didn’t dare stop, the coil pulling ever tighter. “What else?”

“You will guard my heart, Letha,” he breathed, his eyes meeting hers.

Her hips stilled. 

Geta flipped them, bringing his face down to hers. She ran her hands up his sides, over his shoulders, tangling in his hair as he kissed her. She relaxed beneath him, her legs wrapping around his hips as he drove into her at a steady pace. 

“Can you do that?” he asked, meeting her eyes. 

“Haven’t I been already?” 

He blinked down at her, absorbing her words. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed, pulling his face down to hers.

In the kiss, he quickened his pace. She felt like she was falling apart in his hands, unable to form more words. He reached down between them, his fingers finding home in the apex of her thighs, his nose brushing against hers as he urged her to her release.

She clung to him desperately, choked gasps leaving her throat as he pressed his lips against it. She clenched around him, the coil finally snapping and giving way for her hard-earned release. He pushed her through it, her hands squeezing his hips in an effort to slow him down, too sensitive. 

He sat up, pulling her to him by her hips, grunting as he pounded into her.

“Is giving you an heir part of my duties as well?”

He laughed. “Not a requirement, but–” He cut himself off, burying himself in her as he fell on top of her, pulsing into her. “–a perk.”

He settled on top of her, his lips pressing to hers before he buried his face in the side of her neck. She held him close, running fingers up and down his back, enjoying the warmth of him despite all the sweat. 

“I would stay like this forever,” she sighed, trying to fight off the exhaustion she felt. The last thing she wanted to do was sleep now that she had him back.

“I have no pressing business for two days, mea lux. You’re not leaving this room,” he spoke into her skin. “And when we do, we will be wed.”

She felt nervous, but optimistic. “Should we not have waited until after for this then?”

He lifted his head, his warm eyes settling on hers. Full of love and mirth. “Oh, no, dear Letha. I believe you said you have already taken your time to think,” he winked, “and I would not deprive my Empress of anything.”

[ fin ]

Thank you for reading!

[mqriuss]

To be named is to be special

from 'us, always' collection

recommended to read "a gift" first / divider by cafekitsune

"…You got a name?" He asked, his voice rough.

Your eyes lit up a little at that. "LIV," you said and Rindou pursed his lips.

"That's your brand's name."

Rindou doesn't name you the first day he got you. Did you even... need a different name? You already referred to yourself as LIV anyway, and he was fine with that. You seemed fine with that.

For a few weeks, that's all he'd call you—LIV. And he'd insisted you addressed him as just 'Rindou' whenever you tried calling him a pet name.

"Do you not like being called 'baby'? How 'bout 'sweetheart'?"

"Just call me Rindou."

"Okay."

Then you'd make that same mistake the next day. He thinks it's probably because you were programmed to think anyone who owned a Companion Aptroid would be desperate enough to want an Aptroid to call them "honey bear". But since you were gifted to Rindou, he has to sort of help you... unlearn some of what you were meant to do. Like calling him pet names.

One day, he realized something when he overheard a store manager yelling at his Aptroid worker.

"But sir, I don't think I can spare any more time for this-" the Aptroid tried to decline, but it only made his manager even more furious.

"Are you telling me no? It's an order!"

It was as if a switch had been flipped—the Aptroid immediately went back to work, looking almost embarrassed when he saw that Rindou was watching the whole thing unfold.

As Rindou browsed around the place, the manager appeared and started complaining to no one in particular. "Ah, these damn Aptroids... I thought they were just meant to work and obey. Is it 'cause he's an Apt-05?"

Rindou raised an eyebrow at him, "Apt-05 is an older version, right?" He queried.

"They ain't that old, the latest Aptroid model is an Apt-07. I heard they're more obedient—might have to replace him soon. I dunno what's up with him, but he's been having a mind of his own lately," he absentmindedly spoke, lighting himself a cigarette. Rindou listened with curiosity, but didn't think much of his words yet. "These days, he'll only listen if I tell him it's an order. I never had to do that till about a year ago."

Rindou perked up at that.

"You're home, sweetheart! I made you dinner, how was work?" You greeted him warmly that night, placing a dish on the small dining table. He doesn't answer you for a while, only taking his coat off in silence before he sat down whilst eyeing you.

"What if I told you it was an order?"

"Hm?"

"Call me Rindou. That's an order."

It worked. You really did call him Rindou ever since that day. So for another few days, it was just Rindou... and LIV. And you never really complained.

Emphasis on "another few days".

"Will you name me?" You asked him one day when the both of you were sitting on the couch, watching a movie.

He had to sit with your question for a while. What are you, a pet? Can't you pick a name yourself? Did he need to name you?

"What's wrong with LIV?" Rindou asked you back.

"It's not mine," you hesitated. Rindou absentmindedly turned back to the TV after you answered him, unknowing of what to say next for a while. You noticed, so you sat up straight and added, "I don't like it."

He crossed his arms behind his head. "Alright," he said, "if you don't like LIV, then pick a new name."

You nodded, this should be easy, you both thought. But the seconds stretch and you had gone really quiet. Rindou watched as your brows furrowed slightly.

Finally, you shook your head, "I can't do it."

Rindou blinked. "What do you mean you can't?" He questioned, receiving a shrug on your end. "Can't as in you don't want to, or can't as in it's literally impossible?"

"I don't know—I tried, really."

"You can memorize a whole article about the World War II after reading it once, but you can't name yourself?"

"Yeah, no kidding."

He tilted his head. "Uh, try thinking of a name you like right now," he suggested.

"Rindou."

At your immediate response, Rindou choked. "I- huh?" Were you seriously flattering him now? He thought as his face reddened slightly. "That's my name, dumbass."

"You asked me for a name I liked."

Rindou groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "For yourself," he clarified and is met with an "oh". He sat up, turning to face you slightly. "Okay, forget that. Just think of any name, what's the first that comes to mind?"

"Sophie," you replied.

"Great. Do you want that name?"

You shook your head. "Nope."

He stared at you. You stared back. Your blank expression turned into one of worry when Rindou let out a long sigh. "If i I told you this was an order, could you do it?"

"I'm sorry," you spoke softly. "I know what you're trying to make me do, and I really did try. I just don't know why I can't."

His eyes softened visibly—although only a little bit—when he heard the subtle frustration in your tone. "Don't apologize," he said, awkwardly trying to sound comforting. The movie in front of you was long forgotten as Rindou's mind began to wander. Sure, he thought you're being stubborn, but he was too. Why couldn't he just name you? Satisfy the both of you by giving you a name other than LIV, and ending this back and forth for good? Plus, it might not be your fault that you're being stubborn—he was about to find out as he eyed the holo-screen projector on the table.

He waved a hand near it to trigger its sensor, projecting the holo-screen in front of him. With a few taps of his fingers, he typed into the web, "can Aptroids name themselves?"

The very first result caught his eye immediately: "To be named is to be special." Clicking on it gave him all the answers he needed.

An Aptroid cannot name themselves.

An Aptroid must be named by the person in charge of them.

An Aptroid is special when they are personally named.

His jaw tensed, eyebrows furrowed. 'The person in charge of them.'

Technically, he's just your boyfriend, right? Would that be synonymous with being your 'owner' in this case? The idea left a bad taste in his mouth.

Though then again... the day you first called him by his name, he had told you it was an order, and it worked.

Rindou turned to you again, placing a hand on your knee. "Do you belong to me?" He asked, hesitant.

And you nodded.

His head hung low in thought for a moment. "Alright, you want a name from me, right? Can I give you three options and let you pick?"

You perked up at that and it was as if your eyes twinkled. "I'd like that," you said, nodding eagerly this time.

So you picked your name that day. Even though he had to give you options, he's at ease knowing it was your decision in the end. You deserved to pick.

[fandombingo]

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[259kmvn]

fight after

don't call me a slut, scara. | scaramouche x reader smut at first, fight, angst to comfort

"hah- fuck, y/n, i'm close- fuck!"

scaramouche bounces you on his lap at an erratic speed, his swollen member rubbing against your very sore sweet spot repeatedly. his hands grip the flesh of your hips tightly- restrained thrusts arrythmic and needy.

"you're my little slut, aren't you? hah, my good- fuckkking- slut!"

with that, he comes- a final satisfying slap of skin reverberating between your thighs and his. both you and him pant heavily, worn from the three rounds of continuous love-making in various positions. he has a hazy look in his eyes. clearly, he's satisfied.

you, however, aren't. did he just call me a slut? you try not to let your thoughts show on your face. he did it twice, too! the fuck?! there's a rampage in your mind and there's no doubt. it's souring. your. mood.

scaramouche, in the meanwhile, is planting kisses all over your skin, oblivious to the turmoil his partner is having. "i," a kiss on your clavicle. "love," one on your neck. "you." one on your cheek. his eyes glaze over features until he finally reaches your eyes. his heart staggers for a while- but not because he's so in love (which he is), but because something is wrong. you're not looking back at him.

"um, i need to go to the bathroom for a bit." you lift yourself off of him, trying hard to ignore the squelches of your very wet, very swollen slit. you grab your robe that's been abandoned on the floor and make a beeline for the bathroom.

"you want me to follow you?" you hear, and you contemplate not responding. it's not unusual for you to go to the bathroom after making love with your lover. it's also not unusual for him to ask this, teasingly or not. but this time feels different. there's a tension in the air.

you wish there isn't.

"i'm good, scara, thank you." it's for the better that you respond. this is fine. you're fine. you just.. need time to recollect yourself.

your thoughts are at war as you clean yourself in the bathroom. you wipe off the stickiness on your legs as hard as you attempt to wipe away your thoughts. it's really not that serious, you scold yourself. he was just really into it. you should take it as a compliment. you justify.

but still, you didn't like it. you don't. not one bit.

you don't realise that you've been in the bathroom for far too long until scaramouche knocks on the door. "y/n? you alright in there?" a hesitant worry laces his voice and you feel a pang of guilt hit you in the chest. "i'm coming in." and he comes in.

curse your habit of not locking the door.

"y/n." he calls out. you think he's angry, because you've sat in the bathroom for too long and you didn't respond to him and you also didn't say "i love you back" before you went to the bathroom, and also because his eyebrows are furrowed. he leans against the doorframe. crosses his arms. "what's wrong." that was a demand.

you didn't want to make it a big deal. but if he can give you attitude, you can do it too.

"nothing," you mutter, and get up to leave. "i'm gonna get a drink." and a drink you got, after leaving the bathroom and grabbing a cup from the kitchen. unsurprisingly, he follows you- what did you expect, anyway? he's got questions only you have the answers to. and it's scaramouche, of all people. nevertheless, you avoid his gaze, turning away while you take an unnecessarily long sip from your cup.

you've never been one to face conflict head on. it's always just avoid or compromise. or avoid long enough until you reach a compromise. but scaramouche's persistence is somehow not letting you do that.

after you set the drink down, you look straight past him, preparing to go to the bedroom. "i'm going to sleep."

"tsk," your partner clicks his tongue, and before you could walk any further, he grabs your arm. firm in his tug towards him. "you're mad at me." and when you don't reply, his grip softens- "i must have hurt you just now."

your lips are tightly sealed, and you don't meet his eyes. so scaramouche keeps trying. "where did i hurt you? what did i do? you need to talk to me, y/n." somehow, his tone is a mix of worry and frustration. you still don't reply, and his hand flies to your face-

gently directing your cheek so you have no choice but to look at him. "y/n."

you chew on the inside of your bottom lip. there's really no running away from this. from him. fine. you'll play his game. "youcalledmeaslut," you mutter, still keeping your lips close together. when he gestures you to say it again, probably because he didn't hear you, you say it louder: "you called me a slut."

the puzzle pieces in his brain appear to be coming into place, and his eyebrows relax. "ah.." a wave of realisation releases itself in his voice. "that... i'm sorry. you know i don't mean what i said. i just... got too excited," he reasons out with you.

"yeah.. i get it. i'm sorry for taking it personally." is what you want to say. but honestly? there's still hurt that will not be resolved by this one exchange of words. and since he opened up the dams, you might as well let it out.

"i.. i don't get it, scara. you know my first time was with you, right? so why would you ever call me that? and- and, what am i to you? just that? a slut? your slut? like i'm an object or something?" disappointment and hurt drip from your voice as scaramouche pours guilt from his eyes. "where did you even get the idea to call your lover a slut, anyway?"

this time, it is he who doesn't look at you, and you find his close presence too much to bear. you pull away from his grip, sitting on a nearby chair instead. letting the tense silence simmer in the air as both of you collect your thoughts.

after a few seconds, scaramouche approaches you. he crouches down at your knees, reaching out for your hands that lay clenched on your lap.

"y/n..." contemplative is his tone, and looks up at you. seemingly revering your presence. making up for the way he made you feel. "i'm really sorry. i..." and he takes a deep breath, "i used to call my previous... partner... a slut. on her request. it's- it's a habit, i guess." his thumbs caress your knuckles and they're so gentle, you almost forget you're arguing. "but i should've left the past be in the past. i'm... a changed person with you, y/n."

you look down at your hands, entangled with his. letting your mind process his words. and as if to match the tender of his touch, you soften your voice. "but didn't you have any respect for her, scara?"

there's a pause in his movements. a sigh. "just as much respect as she had for herself," is what he settles with. you frown. it's like he senses your worry, the way he stands up and cradles your head in his arms, pulling you into his chest. "like i said, i'm a different person with you now. you've... taught me a lot of things. about respect and love." you lean the slightest bit into his hold. he smells like sweat and fresh air.

"y/n... i love you. i could never lose you, and i have never and will never see you as a slut." he lets go slightly and lowers his gaze to meet yours, "i'll never call you one ever again. you have my word."

now it's your turn to wield guilt, though you've carried it from the start of this ordeal. so you apologise, "actually... i- i'm also sorry, scara. for... for making a big deal out of this. for not being able to fulfill your fantasies. i really j-"

"wait. fantasies? is that why you didn't want to tell me at first? because you think it's my fantasy to call you a slut?" you're shocked by his interjection, and even more by the fact that he's probably right.

the slight part in your lips close into a small smile as you nod your head. "maybe..." you say, sheepishly pressing your lips together.

he also smiles, albeit in disbelief- "y/n, you are my fantasy- fucking hell, we could go touchless all the way and i'd still have the cum of my drea-" your shocked wide eyes halt him, and he chuckles. "too far?"

this time, his question was not full of worry; it's cheeky, and he knows he can be cheeky because you've got that telltale blush on your cheeks that shows that you're enjoying something.

"you're finally smiling," he says, and the observation seems jam-packed of relief. so is his heavy sigh afterwards. "i was worried that i hurt you, y'know. i mean- i did, but i thought i really fucked up bad." he cups your cheeks and leans in closer to you. "i'm glad we could reconcile," he whispers, before pressing his lips against yours.

"i love you," he mumbles against you.

and finally, you reply.

"i love you too."

[aventurineswife]

May I request Sunday for Hug Day if that’s still available? I want to give him all the affection in the world <3

The Art of Letting Go

Summary: In the quiet of the Astral Express, the bond between you and Sunday deepens as you share a moment of vulnerability. Sunday, burdened by the weight of his dreams and past, finds solace in your embrace, realizing that he doesn't have to carry his burdens alone. Together, you find a brief respite from the pressures of the world, beginning to believe that there may be a place for both of you to heal, one step at a time.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Valentine's Week Special, Hug Day, Comfort, Healing, Vulnerability, Emotional Support, Slow Burn, Introspection, Found Family, Quiet Moments.

The soft hum of the Astral Express filled the air, a gentle and familiar rhythm echoing through the corridors of the train. You had just finished another long day of traveling and contemplating your journey ahead. Outside the window, the stars twinkled, but tonight something about the quiet, the stillness of space, made your thoughts heavy with questions, doubts, and the memories of all you'd left behind.

Sunday, who had been quiet that day, entered the room. His ethereal presence always lightened the air, his wings fluttering softly, the golden halo behind his head glinting faintly in the dim light. Yet tonight, his eyes were distant—almost lost in thought, as if caught between two worlds.

You sensed the weight of the moment suspended between you. There had been no words of formal recognition of the growing closeness, but every glance, every slight exchange, had deepened the bond that began to form. Sunday was mysterious, his mind always filled with a thousand thoughts, but warmth was undeniable while you were together.

"Something on your mind?" you asked quietly, trying to fill the silence. His eyes locked on yours for a second before looking away, wings fluttering soft as he shifted position.

"Maybe," he said, almost whispering. "Often I wonder if any of us truly are free, any of us, from these dreams that seem to shape us."

You could feel the weight of his words, the burden behind them. Sunday had a way of speaking in riddles, often hiding his true emotions behind layers of philosophical thought. His ideals, his dreams for a world without suffering, clashed with the harsh reality around him. And yet, somehow, he still held on to the belief that it was possible to achieve.

"You're not alone in your thoughts, you know," you said, stepping closer, feeling a pull toward him that you couldn't quite explain.

He looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and relief. "I know," he whispered, almost as if to himself. "But I fear that no matter how close we grow, the weight of my past will always keep me distant from others. It's... difficult, to let go."

You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. His eyes met yours, with a silent question in them. Before you could second-guess yourself, you pulled him into a hug. It was gentle at first, hesitant even, as if testing the waters. But when his wings fluttered and he slowly wrapped his arms around you, the tension in his body seemed to dissolve, if only for a moment.

His head rested on your shoulder and you could feel the weight of his thoughts melting into the embrace. His normally stoic face softened, and for once, you saw the vulnerability behind the facade of the former leader, the protector, the dreamer. Sunday's breathing was steady, his wings still, but his heart seemed to be beating to something different now—something more like peace.

"Thank you," he murmured into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be this close to someone. It’s been... too long."

You held him a little tighter, as if reassuring him that there was no need for explanations, no need to justify the warmth that passed between you.

"This doesn't need to be fixed, Sunday," you said, your voice soft and warm. "You don't have to carry all of it alone. Not anymore."

For a long time, neither of you said anything. The world outside faded into nothingness as you simply stayed there, two souls wrapped in a shared space of solace. You didn't need to explain the depth of your feelings; they were understood in the silence of the moment.

"Perhaps," Sunday whispered again, this time with a quiet hope in his voice, "I can begin to believe that there is a place for me... without the weight of all my dreams, without the pressure to save everyone."

You smiled against his shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands. "Maybe we can both start fresh. One step at a time."

A soft laugh escaped him, a sound that was light, genuine, and unburdened. "I suppose we could," he replied, his arms tightening slightly around you in a rare show of affection.

And so you clutched him close, surrounded by the hum of the Astral Express and the silent vastness of space. You knew that the feel of this embrace was more than a hug, but a bridge-step in healing, towards an understanding, and maybe even toward a future where Sunday may find some peace.

For now, though, all that mattered was that the two of you were here together in the quiet of night.

[alongtidesoflight]

i swear my stepdad is so illogical AND stubborn it hurts

[solplease]

i've been very excited to post this but here are my ocs haha!! meet lune, cecilia, nox, and aster!

close ups, more info, and a more detailed relationship chart under the cut! this is gonna be a long post haha. there's also some more info about rowan!

cecilia's twin (he's the older twin) ((by two minutes. lol))

the type to go “here to here, i’ll buy it all”

he's got a temper

possessive, devoted, and jealous yandere

people think he's a tad bit insane (and he's self aware mostly,,)

gets into fights often

“want me to kill that guy for you?” (he’s serious btw)

he’s not nice lmao, but to you he is (in his own special way of course..!)

kind of like a cat who will proudly leave dead rats and leaves on your doorstep as a gift bc it thinks you can’t hunt for yourself

hates nox LMFAO

difficult to approach at first but once you get close he won’t ever let you go.

extroverted

LOUD. someone shut him up, this mf does NOT stop yapping bro

annoying as hell and he doesn’t know that lmao

if he absolutely has to, he’ll behave. but it's... odd

constantly needs to be doing something or he’ll get bored lol

has a bit of a sweet tooth (typical)

Bastard (not literally)

played the piano when he was younger with his sister, but he hated playing it

bad terms with his family except for cecilia

huge rebellious streak

shockingly will not kidnap you! everyone already knows you’re his, and he’s yours. and he won’t let anyone get in between you two. yay..!

hates it when you don’t pay attention to him (will absolutely start sulking too)

he’s impulsive but he’s not completely reckless

you probs shouldn’t trust him too much though he has good (????) intentions lol

seems silly (debatable really) but he’s dangerous.

half of the things he says sound like jokes but trust me, he means it. he’d do anything and everything for you, don’t forget!

shockingly pouty and whiny, only in front of you though

him and cecilia have matching bracelets from when they were younger which they both wear to this day

he’s oblivious as fuck, and an idiot

lune's twin (she's younger)

normal (somewhat) ((not really))

sweet and friendly

really likes giving gifts to people she cares about

jumps to conclusion and freaks out easily, but she’s subtle about it

constantly stressed (lune is her brother, so… i get it)

introverted (runs on a social battery)

says things without thinking sometimes

people pleaser

awkward as hell tbh, but it’s really not obvious because she’s good at putting on a front 

kinda has the ”””””princely””””” persona (i didnt know how to describe that better lmao

has abandonment issues

girlfail tbh

hardworking

shes really protective of her loved ones

likes cute things

has issues with her family but still talks to them (lune does NOT)

on really good terms with lune, they’re very close (even though he’s a huge troublemaker that stresses the shit out of her) ((if he fucks around too much she’ll give him a good smack))

packs a good punch

SENSITIVE…

potential yandere? still not too sure if i’ll make her a fully fledged yan but she def has some of the traits lol

her and lune have matching bracelets from when they were younger! (she wears it everyday!)

she doesn’t mean to put on a front it just kinda happens automatically lmao

could kill someone... probably wouldnt tho

used to play the piano with lune, she still plays it now too (as a hobby)

cunning and annoying

def the type to kidnap you

oddly sweet (???)

but also ominous as hell

docile with the one he loves

isolating and manipulative yandere

dislikes lune

nice but you can tell he’s putting up a wall (with strangers and friends)

introverted

wouldn’t put stalking past him tbh

he’s the type that wants to know everything about you.

he has a tough time interacting with others. he feels awkward in social situations

the type to go to a party and spend the whole time petting the cat in the corner (he would not go to the party in the first place tho lmao)

he’s not misunderstood tho, he just can’t socialize and doesn’t really want to

grabs the end of your shirt in an awkward situation (its kinda cute)

takes time to open up, but when he falls for you, his love is so strong, it’s almost overwhelming. so just accept him, alright?

shittiest sleep schedule known to man, like srsly, what is bro doing

this man’s brain probs short circuits every 5 minutes LMFAO go to bed you idiot

really good with his words, very convincing

loves cats

hidden piercings

careful and patient

is really good at taking care of others (but he would only wanna take care of you) you’ll let him, won’t you?

startles easily lol

elf oc

ditzy and kind (to you)

bit of a mean streak (not to you!) 

wants to appear princely in front of you

kinda stupid (a farce but not completely lol)

has a bit of a temper, but nothing too bad

clingy and cunning yandere

two faced

struggles with empathy (he tries, he’s not human, what’s he supposed to do!)

extroverted (?)

he’s really lonely

when he met you for the first time he was absolutely fascinated as he’s never interacted with a human being before!

BLUNT. he’s not used to convos… just give him some time!

at first it was simple curiosity, but that curiosity turned into something… deeper

he was completely alone before this, but now you’re here, and you’re going to stay, right? 

is obsessed with the idea of you staying here with him forever, so why do you keep talking about going home? can’t you stay here? 

but then you bring up the idea of him coming with you, well why didn’t you say that earlier! he's happy to come with you

It takes him some time to grasp certain concepts so please be patient with him, he’s not used to humans

he’s paranoid and hostile to other humans. it’s not fair, he wants all of your attention, so why is everyone trying to take you from him? he doesn’t like that everyone is getting in his way… 

he’s terrified of bugs. will scream incredibly loudly if he sees one lol

he pulled you through a mirror, that’s how you ended up in his land

so if you wanna go back, just ask and he’ll take you! 

gives you jewelry, expensive jewelry. (maybe he’s slipped on a ring before. haha. jk… unless..?)

prefers to stay inside your place because he really doesn’t like people who aren’t you lmao

don’t stray too far from him, okay? he’s always waiting for you

rowan (who i don't have a new drawing of rn </3 sorry!):

he absolutely hates not being a priority, so please don’t ignore him. please? he just wants you to love him.

clingy, devoted, and obsessive yandere

if you don’t reciprocate he might (unknowingly) try to guilt you into liking him back. will appear like a kicked puppy to really sell it (but it’s not an act lol he’s just like this)

at least his intentions are pure! (?????????) but is that better..?

if when (it will happen) you two end up together, he’ll give you the world if you’d asked for it

used to cut his own hair! :D (not great at it tho tbh)

very attentive and will work hard to keep you happy! just don’t forget that you’ll love only each other for the rest of your life. please don’t leave.

has tripped over nothing, will definitely happen again

here's the shitty relationship chart that i rushed </3 its very ugly im sorry HAHA

i really want to clarify that NONE of them will ever hurt you physically on purpose (they might have to pay up for emotional damages tho. they have your best interest in mind ig)

also i would say that they all share some traits like being clingy, devoted, possessive, obsessive, jealous, protective, and loyal. but if i specifically wrote it, it's probs just a bit more intense... just a bit,,, haha...

[vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod]

Hello everyone!!

We’ve got a lot of amazing pieces of art and fictions for the Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024! I’m super proud of all of you. 💜

On this day, until the 31 August...

🎊 🎉 🎨 THE CREATIVE FESTIVAL OFFICIALLY OPEN 🎨 🎉 🎊

For the artists and writers who had this idea for one of the prompt they received but didn’t have time to make it — this is the occasion!

For creators who missed the deadline and wanted to join the event — this is the occasion!

For people inspired by one of the drawings, or by one of the fanfiction scenes — this is the occasion!

How to participate?

On Tumblr: Tag your work Vaderkin Creative Festival 2024, precise the work that inspired your art, and mention the server blog @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod so we can repost you.

On AO3: Tag your work Vaderkin Creative Festival 2024, precise the work that inspired your art, and add your work to the vaderkin_creative_exchange_2024 collection

This is an event to give you the chance to draw fanarts or write fanfiction on the amazing creations this event produced. You don’t need to have signed up to the event nor receive / made a gift for it. You can make a fic or an art inspired by a fic which itself was inspired by another art, make a fanwork inspired by an art of the event, and begin an art fight! The only limit, is that it must be linked in some way to one of the event works.

Basically, be inspired, draw, write, and have fun! 🥳

Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024 Masterlist

Fanfiction

Sáinnithe by @sinvulkt for @squad-724

Field of Dreams by @fanfictasia , TiranaSorki for @mina-jamsin-derulo

Letters by @fanfictasia , TiranaSorki for @mina-jamsin-derulo

Dying Stars by @fanfictasia , AminaGila for @acryliccassetteart

Heaven Swallowed the Smoke by AshCatchem for @nightingalewritings

As Everything Burns by @fanfictasia , RivanaRita for @zero-max

Paths by @wisechaosglitter for @sunrisemcashao3

Eyes on Ahsoka by @rinn-e for @mina-jamsin-derulo

Beyond the Stars: The Enduring Legacy of a Galactic Hero, 20 Years Later by Squidwonder for @tramp-fiction

grudging sacrifices by @unlikecharlie for @cinderfeather

just like a photograph by @withyourrhythm for @omaano

Is this the droid you want to die on? by @adragonsfriend for @ladyv-aka-via

Flightless by @ravenite-void for @fancyfrey

Fragments of a Dynasty by @tantive404 for @ravenite-void

Under the Moonlight by cherrycourage for @artmelody

Present, Past, and Future by @wendingways for @mina-jamsin-derulo

knowing how it goes (but never how to stop it) by MillionLights for @vandervoiz

The Restless Devourer by @vandervoiz for @sinvulkt

in thousands of agonies - i exist by @femmefangirl for @asteral-feileacan

Brillant and Blue by @nightingalewritings for @sinvulkt

In Common by @pat-the-togorian for @fanfictasia , RivanaRita

Angel of Fire by @asteral-feileacan for @starlesssky72

How to date a Time Traveling Jedi (quickest routes, no shortcuts) by @zero-max for @yatsukisakura

Don't Look Them in the Eye by @cinderfeather for @piroporopi

Art

A Scar In the Eye and [Panel 2] by @piroporopi for @vandervoiz

Alone by my side by @nightingalewritings for @tantive404

In from the desert by @nightingalewritings for @adragonsfriend

Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024 art by @jarenka for @rinn-e

They were great and a family by @ravenite-void for Melly (ao3)

Through time and into darkness by @ravenite-void for @wendingways

Art for Vaderkin creative exchange 2024, The Winter Picnic and Art #2 by @wendingways for @unlikecharlie

[ART] Your Mistake by @asteral-feileacan for @fanfictasia , Tirana

No Respite From The Past and A Cord Unsevered by @vandervoiz for @letitrainathousandflames

Artwork by @artmelody for @pat-the-togorian

Vader kidnapped, Disaster trio (or with Padmé) being a family, Eldritch Dragon Anakin, Anakin transforms, horrified and Vaderkin falling from the sky by @fancyfrey for @sinvulkt

Beginning at the end by @mina-jamsin-derulo for @artmelody

Eyes on the future by @mina-jamsin-derulo for @christina-stark-skarlet-stileto

Until The Night Ends by @mina-jamsin-derulo for SquidWonder

Artwork by @starlessskys-artblog for @ravenite-void

The Clone Wars: 20 Years Later! Exclusive Interview with General Anakin Skywalker-Amidala by @tramp-fiction for @wisechaosglitter

To protect, Anakin... Or Vader?, Blob Vader get BOOPED and Surrender by @sinvulkt-art for @cinderfeather

The restless devourer, The dark wyrm, The puppeteer by @sinvulkt-art for MillionLights (ao3)

Anakin and Fives shenanigans by @omaano for @fanfictasia , Amina

Of Shotguns and Band-aids  by @zero-max for @asteral-feileacan

Artwork by @ladyv-aka-via for @shevek

Massive Mer Ani by @squad-724 for @zero-max

Medusa Vader by @squad-724 for @nightingalewritings

March on the Temple by @acryliccassetteart for @fanfictasia , Rivana

Panel by @yatsukisakura for @withyourrhythm

When Your Boss is Very Heavy by @cinderfeather for MaDonz(ao3)

[Art] Mom did it better by MaDonz for AshCatchem

Chaos by @fanfictasia , RivanaRita for @femmefangirl

"I'm prepared to sacrifice my life." by @sunrisemcashao3 for @starr234

This is the fourth step of the Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024 event. You can find the full event rules here.

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[polinweek]

POLIN WEEK SHOW SCENE MADNESS 2023

So we have a little surprise for this year's #PolinWeek In celebration of the fact we're going to get a WHOLE SEASON worth of content later in the year, we thought it would be fun to put it to a vote to see what is the most popular Polin scene we've had so far on the show…

To that end, we've created a Show Scene Madness Bracket and starting tomorrow these scenes will battle it out until we're left with one champion! Each round will only last for 24 hours so make sure to vote for your favourite Keep an eye out for the start of voting tomorrow!

[prince-jelli-fish]

Expanding my own lore by making a family tree

From top to bottom, left to right

Kilzern Manu: family patriarch, black dragon in disguise, deceased (murdered by Nyomi)

Tolrin Manu: biological child of Kilzern, twin to Sisseth, black dragon in diguise, tormentor of Nyomi, Lillith, and Raphael, deceased (murdered by Raphael)

Sisseth Manu: biological child of Kilzern, twin to Tolrin, black dragon in disguise, protector of Lillith, deceased (executed by Kilzern and Tolrin)

Nyomi Manu: adopted child of Kilzern, dual life (bound to deer), wood elf, elder sister to Lillith and Raphael, murderer of Kilzern, dropped the surname after Kilzern's death

Lillith Manu: adopted child of Kilzern, dual life (spider), drow, middle sister to Nyomi and Raphael, fled the family with the assistance of Sisseth, dropped the surname after running away

Raphael Manu: adopted child of Kilzern, dual life (tiger), human, youngest brother to Nyomi and Lillith, murderer of Tolrin, dropped the surname after killing Tolrin and Kilzern's death