#Because sometimes there are multiple right ones

[gtgbabie0]

{Sevika is a little more sensitive then she lets on and you just love to tease her}

Idk tying her up and eating her out ig?

!!-18//MDNI-!! My Masterlist is here <3

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Sevika was the more dominant one in the relationship, she loved to take control and give— to listen to your breaths become all shaky and to watch your pupils dilate with pure wanton desire because of her because she knew your body like the back of her damn hand, it made her feel a sense of pride, the type she could high on.

And you obviously didn’t complain, not when she was so incredibly attentive to every inch of your body in ways no other person was. In all honesty, you couldn’t even form words to say anything other than her name… over and over and over again.

Your mind would be too focused on the feeling of her strap slowly fucking into your wet cunt, from tip to base, the thickness stretching you out. It was always so mind-numbing, intense— the way her thumbs pushed into the fat of your inner thighs to keep them flushed against the mattress as she thrusts her hips, the bedsheets absolutely soaked.

Sevika got off on watching the way your greedy pussy practically swallowed her cock back in, squelching and gripping around the toy and she swears to death she could feel it. She “fucks you how you deserve” and it never fails to make you see stars— whether it was her fingers, tongue her strap.

And yeah the power trip was pretty dizzying but sometimes Sevika just loved to let her guard down and let you take the reins. I mean a girl likes to be wined and dined… and eaten out every so often, right?

She just wasn’t used to all this pampering you showered her with, it was a foreign concept one that she thought she didn’t really deserve— then you go and prove her wrong with that adoring glint in your eyes and a gentle hand against her cheek. “No baby, you deserve all of it. let me love you.” The words are whispered so gently that it makes her chest flutter and suddenly she doesn’t feel like a big tough criminal, no, just a woman madly, madly in love.

And god did you make her feel like the only woman in the world when you kiss your way down her body, hands caressing over the curves over her body, shedding her clothes until you’ve got your pretty face in between her thick thighs— making her head spin as pleasure takes over every thought that plagues her overworked mind.

“Your mouth is fuckin’ sin, baby.” She practically whines, all breathless, hips writhing against the bed— she can’t touch you, because somehow you’ve managed to convince her to let you tie her up with those red ropes… it was killing her but fuck if she didn’t look absolutely stunning.

You moan against her soaked cunt in acknowledgement, spreading her folds open with your tongue as you slowly lick along her labia and up to her clit, which you pepper with slow opened-mouth kisses— her hips bucking up into your mouth, desperate for more.

“Sev… don’t make me tie your hips down too.” You tut, pulling away to look up at her with a small frown— which causes her to whimper in disappointment—your lips and chin glistening with her desire.

The sound of her frustrated huffs puts a smirk on your face, watching as her head falls back against the pillows with a groan as you press your face back into her wet heat.

Her wrists, both metal and flesh, were bound against the headboard by the rough fabric that was far more durable than they looked— she’s tried to free herself multiple times, to bury her fingers in your hair and fuck your face but it was useless, she was at your mercy and in all honesty she loved it.

“Fucking hell— please baby, please” She pleads, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as you press your tongue flat against her clit, licking at her in a way that makes her body twitch.

It wasn’t like you’d been teasing her for hours, you literally not long slipped her boxers off and yet she was acting like you’d been edging her for the last five hours… and you absolutely loved it, knowing that the only thing on her mind was you and your mouth.

“Mm… you want my fingers, yeah?” You coo softly, looking up at her through your eyelashes to gauge her reaction as you continue to lick at her clit.

God she did, all she could get out was a messy string of “Fuck, yeah baby, please.” blabbering on and on, all whiny and desperate— it was a sight to see, the Sevika the most feared woman in Zaun in all her glory spread out on your bed, tied up, whining and moaning just for you.

Then you’re plunging your middle and ring fingers into her slick cunt, thrusting them in tandem with your tongue on her clit— your free hand rubbing over her thigh and along the shape of her writhing hips. The way she moans out your name shoots a tingle down your spine, a familiar throb of need between your legs has you grinding down against the mattress needily.

Sevika is so sensitive, it doesn’t take you much to turn her on and right now she’s soaking your hand— her walls clenching around your digits as she struggles against the ropes binding her wrists, head thrown back against the pillows, arching into you, practically panting.

“So beautiful Sev with my fingers stuffed in your pussy, so greedy.” You smirk against her, adding your index into her just to prove your point, stretching her out, and the rough, broken moan that escapes her parted lips causes a surge of pride to buzz through your chest.

“Don’t hold back baby, you deserve it.” Whispered hotly against her clit as she follows the slow and meticulous curl of your fingers— practically grinding her pussy against your mouth until she’s gushing around your three fingers, drenching your palm whilst your tongue works against her clit.

You work her through it until she’s lying boneless against the pillows with laboured breaths— completely and utterly spent, shuddering slightly as you pull your digits out.

Sevika watches you press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another to her hip— her eyes never leaving you as you kiss your way back up along her body, straddling her lower abdomen as you lick your fingers clean and she can feel how drenched your panties have become, that gets to her and suddenly she's turned on all again.

“Feeling good?” You ask with such sweetness in your tone as if you hadn't just fingered her, leaning over slightly to undo the ropes around her wrists— she chuckles hoarsely in response.

Her hands immediately grasp your hips, feeling up the curves of your soft body greedily— the roughness of her palm sets a blaze to your skin which is cooled down by the metal of her other, all of it makes your spine tingle with need. “Mm, your turn baby.” She smirks, fingers curling around your jaw as she pulls you down against her, your chest pressed to her own. Her heart flutters at the giggle you let out, sweet like honey as she kisses you sloppily, tasting herself on your lips, before pushing you back against the mattress ready to return the favour tenfold…

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[skitchune]

#01 G8 Draw-in-your-style Challenge!

I believe that this is an old challenge, but I decided that there’s no better way to dust off the old gear than seeing the boys in my style. Really liked playing around the filters. I liked given them this old, Sunday Morning Comics style. The grain is just beautiful.

I guess…I should give a little explanation?

Basically, in how I write Hetalia, there was ONE major event that changed the course of their timeline during WW2. Though the world mythos in itself is very different, suffice to say that it was that ONE event that changed the course of their world moving forward. Currently, the Nation Folks assemble as their own private entity to develop livelihood and development projects for underserved communities across the globe, instead of other global matters. Still, many retain a degree of political connection, Nation Folks, in general, all agree that they will always put first the good of humanity over the gain of any singular country. That being said…

🍝 Feliciano Vargas - more actively sexual and flirtatious, pretty much a ladies man, has a problem keeping his dick out of places it shouldn’t be but he’s a lovable tramp regardless and knows that he can get away with a lot. He has a good heart and a good head, but maybe a little bit of too much casual machismo that makes his comeuppance so fun to watch.

📋Ludwig Beilschmidt - still pretty much stiff and serious, efficient but also too much of a stickler, is the youngest of the bunch and always has something to prove, Gilbert helps him here and there but he doesn’t want Gil to meddle, it may frustrate him that everyone treats him like a kid, but he also knows that it sometimes works in his favor being the ‘spoiled’ baby brother to many.

🐉 Seiryuu Honda - to keep things short, Seiryuu is and always has been this universe’s Nation Folk for Japan but Kiku does/did exist for some time for [story reasons] Sei is calm, level-headed but can come off as rather aloof and dazed, he can act a little too familiar with new people and is quite affectionate to friends. He’s a bit of a Casanova and likes the game of courtship like a round of Shogi. In many ways he might not be stereotypical, but in many ways he comes off as traditional and anachronistic.

🤠Alfred Jones - Heroism runs deep in this hot-blooded cowpoke, not the flashy guns or the prestige, but the hard work of running down the pavement for change. He’s charming, mature, headstrong, and value honest and just work. He’s the singular cause of the ONE event, becoming a catalyst to multiple OTHER notable events during WW2. Unfortunately, this has caused him excommunicated from the US government, which suits him fine as he can more actively participate in projects.

🎸Arthur Kirkland - No one fucks around with the ruling class more than Art, who has historically been a thorn in many administrations throughout the colorful history of his homeland. He is a rebel with a cause down to his core, sticking it up anyone’s arse if it means fighting for what’s right. Boston Tea Party? He was also pissing on the cartons before throwing them overboard? The IRA? Girl, he was a damn recruiter. Has he been beaten, threatened, and killed because of his insolence? Sure, but no one is gonna look good as him doing it.

⛱️Francis Bonnefoy - (P.S. I meant to draw him removing his shirt because someone accidentally spilled wine on him) Residing far away from the bustle of Paris, Franc lives the coastal orchard life along the south of France. He’s a country boy at heart who likes living the simple life. He is very introspective, usually keeps to himself, but isn’t really afraid to voice out his measured opinions. Some might say he is a tad but wistful, but many friends know he’s just daydreaming of being back in his orchard surrounded by good company and a glass of the finest wine.

💅Ivan Braginsky - No one can take this MATERIAL GWORL. Daddy Russia is a Mama Bear who claps back at heartless Capitalism and works tirelessly as the acting Chairman of the Union to increase wages and living conditions across the social classes. He is tongue-in-cheek, no nonsense, and fabulous, but above all, a big and caring figure who thinks much for others more than himself sometimes and is just grateful to come home and be wrapped around by a certain Lithuanian’s strong arms—Big Mama deserves some honey after a long day’s work.

🍜Yao Wang - Wang is a funny characters to me. He can come across as uncouth and overfamiliar, but he just doesn’t take life as seriously as the others. It’s been a long ride and there’s too much more ground to cover than he wishes to put the effort into. He likes to complain about the silliest things, but damn, if he isn’t telling the truth every time he opens his mouth.

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[ronearoundblindly]

I have a request! This can be for your ‘Every Cevans character’ or you can choose specific guys from your fics like Fools Rush in! Steve / Root of All! Ransom etc.. whichever you want :)

What does initiating sex look like for the boys? I’m curious which guys do think initiate sex the most? Or do some only wait for the girl to initiate? I have a feeling Jakey boy waits for his girl initiate most of the time 🤣. Maybe there’s some where it’s 50/50? Curious to know your thoughts.

Yeah, sorry I completely wiffed getting this done yesterday, but here's half of the promised content! I did try to reference most of my other works for multiple story insights...

Warnings for discussion of sex, but nothing explicit.

James Mace

Unfortunately, Mace gets distracted by work, spending tons of time (even when you're together) chasing possibilities down rabbit holes, so sometimes you have to remind him that what you two have is real and, like a living thing, will die without oxygen. In this case, oxygen is affection and attention. He...gets it and then forgets again after a while. Mace doesn't need a hard push by any means, but in total, initiating sex is close to 50-50.

He's not a big romancer, but that doesn't mean Mace can't be deeply romantic. Initiating simply looks like more of a "you feeling it?"-type conversation rather than gentle, building foreplay. That said...Mace, when you too are intimate, is 100% focused on you and your pleasure and connection together. He's a very practical compartmentalizer, meaning he also goes hard on the mission in front of him 😉 ya dig?

Curtis Everett

This boi?? Oh lawd. This boi is the king of that look--the one that hits you like a train from across a busy room that says "let's fuck." Curtis doesn't need words; he just needs you. He absolutely ends up being the main initiator if you count all the looks. However, that doesn't mean you aren't giving him the eyes right back. 😁🤭

Jimmy Dobyne

Ugh. Jimmy waits for signals too much and really only is the initiator when he's very, very horny. In Common Education, since that's a modern AU, he takes the lead just as much as reader, but that is because reader has a position of authority (professor) over him at the beginning. Counter-intuitive? Nah, Jimmy finds that attractive. He's hot for it. See, the thing about Jimmy is he's an average joe. He gets kinda complacent and comfortable in traditional setups, so when his perfect partner pushes back against that boring dynamic, it lights a fire under him. He's intrigued. He's energized. That hint of danger is totally an aphrodisiac. "We shouldn't" are two of the sexiest words to this man.

Johnny Storm

Rarely isn't the initiator. Admit it, you knew that already. He's literally got the hots for you all the time. He's got that spunky energy of youth and cosmic radiation. He's DTF.

Jake Jensen

Okay, y'all know I love our babygirl so, so much, but Jake is oblivious to the idea women have libidos. He kinda thinks he's being a burden with how often he wants to touch you or fool around. It ends up being 50-50 on who initiates because he's s.l.o.w. He makes jokes and blushes and plays it off, and Jake assumes he looks more like a goofy man-child (probably because you've said that, verbatim) who isn't exactly the guy you'd want to jump on. Again, he's an idiot. We love him. Just...good gracious, just fuck him as much as you want. He's cool with it.

Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd is not patient enough to wait for you to initiate and also isn't so great with the word 'no,' even in the innocuous form of 'not now.' He will, at very least, threaten to find other entertainment to guilt you into servicing him. Secretly, he loves this game, a bit of fight, but only in small doses. Pretty much you're one chance to initiate is waking Lloyd up, otherwise it's all him.

Ari Levinson

Ari enjoys closeness. He mostly wants to be wrapped around you on the couch after long days at work which leads to who-knows-who started it sex, and with a little luck, a snack, and a hydration break, leads to a who-knows-who-started-it Round 2. He's pretty good at initiation but must be told to wait during those times you need either a different kind of closeness or some alone time.

This is only slightly different from Bedrock & Blueprints!Ari since having a decade of non-romantic experience with you, he doesn't always default to being that close to you. Not in a bad way--Ari is simply used to respecting your space, talking, and listening to you. All that 'baggage' actually helps you two have a deeper, longer-lasting relationship because it's more than just-physical for Ari.

Ransom Drysdale

Ran is a moody son-of-a-bitch and sex improves his mood. It's 50-50 since depending on whether he tries or you try to improve his mood. Ransom's not the most observant dude (putting it mildly), so he doesn't usually notice your mood behaves the same way. If you need some loving, it's then 100% on you to ask, let him know, or jump on that. This applies to...every single version of Ransom I can imagine, so this is RoAR, too.

Andy Barber

Busy. He gets tired. Andy will run himself ragged before remembering that he could have you join him in that essential-shower after a long day. He has bursts of horniness once big cases are finished or vacation energy once you two finally get away. While Andy is deep in work, it's all on you to initiate. If he's less busy/stressed, he will be the best, most playful, most attentive man, but Andy compartmentalizes his life. He can't focus on two aspects of his life fully at the same time.

Steve Rogers

Generally, I totally see Steve as being passive when it comes to initiating sex, but once I broke down the series I've written him in, that guy surprised me.

FRI--For the longest time, obviously, Steve was not the initiator in pretty much any way (couple of kisses, sure, but eh, that's about it), so he has to grow into a 50-50 split. There's a natural ebb and flow between Sketch & Keeps--sometimes it's more you, sometimes it's more him.

Hideout--Steve sure as shit wants you, but all the initiating and encouraging is you for a while. He rarely isn't in the mood when you hint at sex (or any variation of touch, etc). He takes less and less convincing to let go as you two get to know each other. Once he's gained the confidence, Steve initiating is a hott treat, let me just say...

IHTBY--Ummm, it's mostly Steve. Bit of a horndog, this one, and he's highly aware of the previous taboo of you working for him for most of your relationship. He checks in a lot, makes sure you're comfortable and not feeling pressured, and then takes over to show his devotion to you as a woman. Steve is intensely committed to appreciating your independence; he feels lucky (and turned on) knowing you choose to be with him.

Threadbare--Steve enjoys starting intimacy with Button because he often watches her handle lots of tools, paper, fabric, and other people (professionally), which gives him *ideas.* He likes to be the subject of your artistic attentions ☺️

Autumn Is Healing--Steve is the initiator most of the time actually. It began that way because he wanted to show you soft affection, but...he also really likes you (and escalation happens). He starts with very gentle touch, like running his fingertips down your arm.

So...I guess perhaps I was wrong about it being on you to start something...

Bucky Barnes

Cautious. Nowadays, Bucky likes to know the answer to a question before he asks, so he does wait for certain signs from you. He doesn't need overt signals, though, because Buck can sense every subtle change when he pays attention (there's something to be said for his comfort is *turning off* this gift around you as well btw): warmer skin, picked up heart rate, clamping and rubbing your thighs together. All that is to say that he absolutely knows if you're in a mood before making his move on you, and the only times when you technically get to initiate is if you legit pounce on him the instant he returns from a mission.

Thank you for asking!

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[feathers-fins-and-fangs]

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to? I consider myself therian and fictionkin.

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any) I am a turkish angora (breed of felis catus/domestic cat), Vancouver coastal sea wolf, jackdaw and orca, as well as Applejack from My Little Pony FiM and Mercutio from the 2010 revival cast of the musical Romeo et Juliette: les enfants de Vérone.

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)? Yes, I mainly experience phantom shifts and sensory shifts. I often feel cat ears on my head or wings on my back, and sometimes a hat due to my fictotype. My weirdest cameo shift was probably two or so years ago when I had a phantom shift of having an extremely long, snake-like body. I thought I was snakekin at first but after a few months I realised I'm actually snake otherhearted and it was just a cameo shift.

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life? Usually it isn't a big part of my day to day life, and I only actively engage in my alterhumanity when I'm at home online, or with my neighbour (who is also alterhuman). It's mostly just pushed to the back of my mind because I have more important things to worry about lately.

5/ What do you think of the community? It depends on which platform's community I am interacting with. For example, I used to be part of the Reddit alterhuman community until I was severely bullied for being a polytherian with more than 2 theriotypes and quit Reddit forever (No joke, that one user wrote two entire damn essays and even went to my profile to diss me for being queer as well) That community was horrible, on the same level as the TikTok community, maybe even worse. However, the Tumblr community has been the most inviting and accepting community I have ever been in. Physical alterhumans, niche otherkins, anything and everything is welcomed openly (for the most part. As long as you ignore the trolls and the rare less accepting users).

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity? For my therianthropy, connecting with nature. Going for walks, road trips, enjoying the scenery, the smell of rain, etc etc. In relation to my fictotypes, engaging with my source and creating art/videos based off my source (I love being an artist. I can draw myself!!)

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria? I used to experience it more severely than now. Nowadays I'm pretty chill, aside from the occasional 'damn why is my face so flat this is so wrong'

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened? Gear does not mean you are alterhuman, and not wearing gear doesn't mean you are faking it. Not all people who wear gear are alterhuman, and not all alterhumans wear gear. You can wear gear, you can not wear gear, you can do whatever you wish. If it makes you happy, do it. It's okay to kinfirm something and then decide it's not right later on. It does not mean you were faking it. It was just a step in you discovering your identity. Even if you decide you're not alterhuman after all, that's perfectly fine too!

9/ Do you have/want to have gears? I own multiple ear headbands, as well as a half-finished mask and tail, but I never wear anything other than one ear headband on rare occasions.

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate) I believe some of my kintypes originate from past lives, such as my cat, wolf and both fictotypes. My other two theriotypes are psychological in origin, though I don't have any specific details.

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

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1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[redgoldblue]

so assuming Avery is actually pregnant / doesn't early-trimester miscarry (which is not a given), there's two reasonable ways this can go, right. number one is she gets an abortion, the plotline is used to pull them all back together again, and they all have some collective hurt/comfort about it. number two, the one i would write - don't get me wrong, i'm all for women getting career-driven abortions, but hear me out - is the one where she does have the baby. under the cut bc it got long.

she goes to med school at first while pregnant - Max is right, it can be done, people in my cohort did it - and either gets lucky with the timing of the actual birth being during holidays, or just works her way to getting time off for a few weeks around it. And then... there's a baby. And you know what else there is? There's two dads (because we're 100% Mamma Mia-ing this bitch. they never find out who the bio dad is and they never seriously try. Baby comes out with Avery's exact skin tone so that's no clue.), and an entire cruise ship worth of backup babysitters. So Avery goes back to med school, and leaves the baby with Tristan and Max.

And, yes, raising a baby while also running an infirmary with a rotating cast of temporary substitute nurses filling Avery's role isn't the easiest thing they've ever done, but Robert loves fulfilling grandparent duties any time he's not on duty; Rosie gets one of those strap-on baby carriers and walks her (i don't know why i've decided the baby is a her but i have now) around the engine room pointing out parts and explaining concepts and hey, the baby never complains about her Michigan stories; Corey gets a cart and a bundle of clean sheets and pushes her down the corridors until the smell of laundry powder automatically makes her start laughing.

Max and Tristan make a pact to send Avery at least two photos a day - which ends up getting supplemented by everyone else who's with Baby - and FaceTime her most days, and whenever she gets a few days off she meets them in port. (The most expensive part of baby-raising ends up being her flights to wherever the Odyssey happens to be at the time, at least until Robert finds out and figures out a way to start paying her 'maternity leave', despite her insistence that the whole point of this is that she isn't maternity-leaving and he should probably be paying himself that and anyway, isn't she technically not an employee right now?)

And the thing is, during this time, Max and Tristan start... realising some things. Like how neither of them feel like they've lost their only partner, because they.. haven't. Like how the co-parenting's been working out better than either of them expected, because they fell instantly (minus a few minor bumps) into a shared rhythm. Like how sometimes they look at the other one holding Baby and feel like their heart's about to explode.

Also, they've both started sleeping in Max's bed. Because Baby's spent so much time sleeping in the corner of the infirmary that now if she wakes up at night and can't see both of them, she starts crying inconsolably. And obviously Max's suite is more suited to multiple inhabitants, and they're usually too damn exhausted to even remember the first time they were in this bed together.

(usually. most of the time. and when they're not, they don't make it the other's problem)

So at the end of the first year of this, the last two days of the year's last cruise have been packed with crisis after crisis after demanding patient after crisis, and as soon as they finally wave the last passenger off they hand Baby gratefully over to Robert and go crash out in Max's bed.

Avery was supposed to be meeting them on board tomorrow, but her last exam gets unexpectedly moved up by a day (believe me, med school loves to pull that kind of shit on you), so a couple hours after the passengers have gone, she shows up to surprise them. And finds Robert (a known ody3 shipper) first, who lets her take Baby with minimal captainly sulking about it, and while she rocks and kisses Baby, tells her (as a known ody3 shipper) that the two dads will be on the Pelican deck, but they're probably asleep.

Avery kinda frowns at him, but doesn't question it, and takes Baby up with her to Max's suite to find them. And they are both fast asleep, on either side of Max's bed with a space carefully preserved between them (because it's usually where Baby would be and they're both terrified of accidentally rolling onto her in the middle of the night). She's also exhausted after exams, so she crawls into it, lies on her back with Baby on top of her chest, and goes straight to sleep.

Tristan and Max wake up before her, and when they look across at each other, at Avery and Baby between them, they both simultaneously realise, oh. oh. oh, this - this three, two-and-half, four people, all together - this is it. this is the love, this is the children, this might even be the home - the second, third, fourth bucket list items to happen in this bed.

[cigarettesaftersae]

Homesick 08 - about you

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | childhoodlovers!au

Stuck in a small town near the coast with a previous crush on a boy who returns after years

The lullaby your mother used to hum now resonates clearly in your ears, transforming from gentle hums into a soft, lovely melody. It never sound more beautiful, it kept you connected with your soul. Oh you loved this lullaby. Glancing at your hands, you notice a wedding ring adorning your finger. Looking up, you see your father delicately strumming a guitar. Realization dawns—you are experiencing this moment through your mother's perspective. Is this a dream? Though everything appears slightly blurred, certain details stand out.

As the final note fades, your father rests his hands away from the instrument. Why was he here? I hate him. I hate him,

"So... what do you think?" Jasper asks, glancing shyly up at you—or rather, at your mother.

"You composed a song for me?" Lakia murmurs in awe.

"Uh... yeah, I actually wrote a few, but this one is my favorite." Jasper chuckles, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

"You wrote multiple songs!" Lakia exclaims excitedly, leaping into her beloved's arms. He lifts her off the ground, twirling her in a warm embrace. "Can I turn it into a lullaby for our future children?" Lakia asks joyfully.

A gentle nudge pulls you from the dream. Your vision is blurry, but you discern a red-haired man adjusting your blanket. As your sight clears, you recognize him moving away.

"Mmm... Sae?" you murmur.

Before Sae closes your bedroom door, he pauses, waiting for you to speak.

"Hmm?"

"What time is it?" you ask sleepily.

"It's 6:38 PM. Go back to sleep."

"Mmm, I don't think I can," you say, sitting up.

Sae returns to your bedside to keep you company.

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

"Yeah, and I had a dream."

"Was it the one where food tries to eat you again?”

"No... I can't remember clearly. But I heard my mom singing a song. Or was that you?" you tease gently.

"I don't sing," Sae replies hastily.

“I’m just teasing you, I thought you confess something like ‘I can sing like pretty princess,’ Can you?”

“I don't sing” Sae repeats with the same tone

You look out the window, and see harsh windy snow. How will Sae get out of this mess? “Would you…like to stay tonight?”

“Why?”

“It’s like a blizzard out there, it’ll be dangerous for you.”

“So?”

“Oh so you’re immortal you can survive that?”

“No”

“Please It’s the best I can repay you somehow.” You beg with your hands intertwined

“Why do you care?”

“Uh— I don’t I just… don’t want people to see the famous cool Sae Itoshi die from frosty the snowman on the news tomorrow you know?”

“You don’t even have a guest room, and I want a good bed to sleep on or my neck hurts.”

“The sofa I have is so comfortable, your neck won’t even hurt.”

“You think I sleep on sofas?”

“…I do sometimes..you can take my bed I’ll take the sofa.” You suggest

“You already slept in your bed while sick, now you want me sick?”

“No, I was suggesting ideas— okay then what do you have in mind?” You notice Sae’s quietness meaning he didn’t have any ideas to contribute in

“Right, exactly. So it’s sofa or my bed which I’ll be on the sofa if you choose the bed.”

“I’ll just go home”

“But you’ll meet frosty the snowman”

“Whats with you and frosty the snowman, bum?”

“Uh—I am not a bum, and frosty the snowman tried to kill me in my dream once when all I did was ask for a cat plushie for Christmas.”

“Your dreams are weird.” Sae sighs

“Do you not also dream?”

“That’s none of your business bum.”

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ITS SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER BUT I WANTED TO GET THIS OUT I like to add jasper means treasurer, Lakia means treasure. These two are your parents. If the beginning was kinda confusing basically the song your mom hums is something you love but your father made it and you hate papa for reasons and also you don’t know that your father made it because you keep rejecting it in your subconscious. and if it helps to you think I’d like the song to sound something like ‘About you” by 1975. I exactly chose this because in the song you hear a female voice which is actually one of the producer’s wife which parallel’s to the reader’s parents.

[viktorrights]

how does it feel to blow up in this way ?! I've been reading your fic since you posted chapter 3.... its so cool seeing you get the recognition you deserve!

surreal like so surreal.

obviously i have an overwhelming amount of gratitude that clouds all else. the amount of kindness has been insane, and the incredible art that I've gotten has moved me to tears like multiple times haha.

i really have no words! it's also nice, (I said this in one of my notes) because I write professionally but haven't been able to put any of my writing out there so immediately, it's really nice to see that my work can get this kind of response, especially since this was something I was writing without taking it too seriously ?? I've learned so much!

it's hard to speak to the occasional overwhelm - because I'm so humbled by all of this the last thing i'd ever want to do is come off cocky/like I'm complaining - but sometimes it's really hard for me to wrap my head around WHY DLFKSJDh.

I wrote Viktor the way i did for a reason LMAO. It's very hard for me to take compliments and its even harder for me to believe them and internalize them. That's definitely been a big hurdle for me.

i also just don't know how to talk about it and respond to things sometimes. i also feel a bit less like I can just actively participate in fandom space - especially on twitter right now. im very afraid of coming off like I think I'm hot shit for writing a fanfiction based off of a show based off league of fucking legends DKJFSHDFlk.

the good news is is i've been met with such an overwhelming amount of kindness that its really helped me regain some faith in people. i rarely get weirdos

so yeah. i'm so happy and grateful :) even though its sometimes overwhelming for someone like me - who struggles with attention and praise haah.

[justanothersanjilover]

One Piece Modern Gym AU Wip (Part 23)

Sanji thought he was going to die on that motorbike. He knew Zoro wouldn’t and couldn’t slow down. But it was frightening nonetheless!

“Next, turn right!” He yelled against the wind and hoped Zoro would understand him.

He actually turned right…and ignored a red light, which led to multiple cars honking at them. Sanji pressed his head against Zoro’s back and closed his eyes. They needed to be faster, he knew that, but he wanted to jump off and never get on a bike again.

“Curly? Which way?!”

Sanji lifted his head at the question and looked over Zoro’s shoulder. They were standing on a crossway.

“Straight ahead and then left. We should see the house by then,” Sanji yelled again and grabbed Zoro tighter as he started to speed down the street again.

“There! It should be the fourth house!” Sanji managed to point in front of them to a grey skyscraper.

Zoro made the best use of the breaks and came to a rumbling hold in front of the house. He kicked the stand down and got off of the bike.

“I’m here, which floor?” He asked over his headphone.

“Right, sixth floor, room 47. Stay were you are! Don’t panic!”

And with that he ran up the stairs and into the building. Sanji hadn’t even time to catch his breath. His legs were wobbly and his whole body shook all over. But he wanted and maybe needed to help Zoro. So he got off the bike, hung the helmet on the handlebars, and followed him as fast as possible.

They met by the stairs - Zoro actually took the time to wait for him.

“Sorry, Curly, for driving like a mad man. I usually don't do that. You okay?” Zoro asked while taking two steps at the same time.

Sanji saw how much Zoro was thorn between waiting for him and running off. That dumbass would really go slow just because he had shaky legs.

“It’s fine. I understand. Go, you don't have to wait for me. I heard the floor and apartment.”

“Thanks!” And off he was.

Zoro made a mental note to make it up to Sanji for bothering him so much. But now he needed to be quick. Perona sounded so fucking scared and he didn't know her like that. Traveling the world, she knew how to stand up for herself. Being trained by their stepdad also helped a lot - even if the training wasn't as hard as his own. So the guy he mentioned must be a lot more difficult than the usual asshole she encountered sometimes.

He opened the door to the fourth floor and walked past the apartments counting in his head.

“43, 44, 45, 46, ...”

At 47 he stopped and started banging against the door. He could hear a man scream from inside and Perona cursing in all colors.

Another hard bang at the door, inside it sounded like another door was busted open, Perona screamed and Zoro saw red. He eyed the door handle, took a step back and thundered his foot a few inches away from the lock against the wood. The door thundered against the wall as it flew open - behind it a short hallway. At the end he could see another open door. From the room behind he heard the screams and curses.

It took the blink of an eye for Zoro to cross the distance. A quick look and he accessed the situation - at least as much as his worried mind would let him. Perona was lying on the bathroom floor, a man kneeling above her, fist raised to punch her.

“You little shit!”

Zoro grabbed the guy by his neck and pulled him up like he weighted nothing. He pressed him against the wall with all his body weight. The man didn't even know what was happening. He tried to free himself as Zoro twisted his arm behind his back and pressed his own forearm against his neck - effectively preventing that asshole from moving in any kind of way.

“Let go, bastard!” The man growled.

“Zoro! Thank god…” Perona squealed and crawled backward, away from both of them.

“Out…” Zoro barked in her direction.

“I…”

“Now!”

“Zoro?” That was Sanji.

“Over here.”

Sanji appeared in the door and looked at the scene in front of him. His eyes threw daggers toward the man struggling in Zoro’s hold. Then he saw Perona and his face softened.

“Sanji, can you take my sister outside, please?” Zoro growled with barely contained anger.

“Sure,” he held a hand out for Perona.

She let him pull her up and walk outside the apartment - she just went with him because Zoro asked him to take her outside. Otherwise she wouldn't really trust him right now.

Zoro waited until they left the apartment and then kicked the bathroom door shut. He guy in his grip started to struggle again.

“Now, what did you want to do to my sister? Hm?” His voice a low grumble in his throat.

“That little bitch…”

Zoro raised his arm until he knew the guy would feel like his shoulder would pop out of its joint. He could hear him whine and whimper and felt the struggle die down.

“Try again.” Zoro’s voice got dangerously quiet.

“I let her crash here for free and then she wasn't even willing to give me a blow…”

Sanji had brought Zoro‘s sister outside and made sure she was okay - a little shaky, but okay. He went back inside just to see the man, Zoro had previously held against the wall, flying (through a broken door) out of he bathroom into the hallway. His nose was bleeding, his lip seemingly split and he had a nasty looking laceration on his forehead. Zoro was standing over him in no time, just to pull him up and throwing him against the next wall. He held him there, whispering something into his ear which made the man tremble like a leave in the wind. Zoro’s whole face was a dangerous mask of anger.

„Do you understand?“ Zoro barked, a hand on the man‘s throat.

„Y…yes…yes…s…sorry…I…“

Zoro let go of him and took a step backward. He watched as the man slid down to the ground. He looked up with fear in his eyes.

“I hope for you, that you’ve understand what will happen if to you if you ever touch my sister or any girl - scratch that - if you touch anyone like that again.”

The man nodded and Zoro turned around, just to see Sanji standing in the entrance. A shocked look on his face. He forced himself to ignore it, but his mind was eased when Sanji smiled at him as they walked outside.

Perona was sitting on the floor beside the broken down door and had her legs pulled up against her chest. Zoro kneeled down in front of her.

“How often do I have to tell you to crash at my place when you’re in town?!” Zoro barked, but his careful hands on her face betrayed the harsh tone of his voice.

“You had a date…I didn't want to be a burden or interrupt something. I…He was nice…”

“Until he wasn't anymore.” Zoro gave her a quick but careful look over.

“I’m sorry…”

He shook his head and turned around.

“Come on…”

The unvoiced offer hanging in the air for a moment.

“I’m not a kid anymore, Zoro,” Perona said, but grinned.

“And I don't offer piggyback rides every day. Get on.”

Perona followed his offer, pressing her head against Zoro’s neck after she was safely seated on his back. Sanji could see how her lip was shaking and how she pinched her eyes shut, like she wanted to stop herself from crying.

“Let’s go,” Zoro had one arm under Perona so she could sit on it - with the other he grabbed Sanji’s hand and pulled him along as he walked to the stairs.

“Is the police getting involved?” Perona asked quitely.

“Do you want them to?” Zoro threw a look over his shoulder.

“No…”

“Then no.”

“But he…”

Zoro barked a dark laugh.

“He won’t do anything.”

“Okay.”

Sanji listened the whole conversation with a strange feeling. It was like he shouldn't be there - like he shouldn't listen to them.

“So…you are Sanji, right?” Zoro’s sister asked as she turned her head toward him.

“Yes. I…”

“Zoro couldn't shut up about you,” she started to kind of whisper but just quiet enough, that Zoro could also hear what she said. “He’s down bad for you.”

Sanji opened his mouth, but Zoro was faster.

“Perona!”

“I’m just saying…also he doesn't look stupid. Bet he already knew.”

“I hoped so…but I wasn't sure,” Sanji smiled down at his and Zoro’s hands.

They fell silent for a moment, then Petrona’s stomach started to grumble. Zoro came to a hold immediately.

“When was the last time you ate?”

She didn't even answer right away. Zoro’s grip on Sanji’s hand tightened as he started to walk again. Sanji was a bit confused, but didn't say anything. When the silence stretched, Perona couldn't take it anymore.

“I…Yesterday morning…”

“We gonna eat something, right now.”

“But…”

“Right now, Perona.” Zoro didn't need to make clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer, his voice did the job quite well.

She sight and nodded, letting her head sink to his shoulder.

“I know a place, just around the corner. We can go there.”

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[set-wingedwarrior]

I've been studying in uni since midday, with like just half a hour to get something to eat, which I hate while still studying. It's 6.20pm now, and even considering how I frequently need micro-breaks to keep myself functioning (literally 5 minutes from time to time to check texts or scroll a bit of tumblr, stuff like that), it's still a damn lot. I am exhausted.

I may be a degenerate student, but no one can say I am not trying here 😭

[housederiva]

Fellow ace here! I'm not demi, but I fit under the umbrella as aegosexual (a term I only learned a year ago! Fun times!).

Since anons were being mean, I wanted to say hi!

Aw thank you for sharing also hi we're hanging out under the same umbrella isn't that neat! xx

[lucid-daydreaming-art]

this is like the third time ive had to post something like this but you guys need to stop treating unodum like a celebrity or fangirl over him or act like its some sort of gift to be talked to by him or especially treat his friends weirdly because they talk to him regularly. ive gotten word that his friends are being treated as special just because they have connections to him and being asked to like say stuff to him or whatever??? which is legitimately very very gross behavior. cause its not only really uncomfortable for uno but it gets very awkward and uncomfortable for me and his friends. im aware my popularity in the regretevator fandom is largely because im associated with him and in all honesty from the START that concept has made me pretty upset. neither me nor his other friends want to be seen as special just because we’re close to him. its part of why i didnt make much outside of the blog AND why i just abandoned the blog and the fandom altogether. i think a lot of you guys are a younger audience and are still learning internet etiquette and social boundaries, but this needs to be a lesson in how NOT to treat others on the internet, especially content creators. this isnt to say dont attempt to build friendships with people you think are cool and feel like you have things in common with, but you cant go into that with the mindset of “i worship you notice me.” you need to understand that no matter how popular your favorite creator is, theyre literally just a person. thats it. just a person. not a god, not a character, just a person. im really fed up

[icewindandboringhorror]

... why he sit like this

[marc--chilton]

also house stealing wilson's food literally at every possible chance. literally crush behavior to pick on him like that

[fisheito]

Your crimson phantom Yaku post is such a good read but the entire time I was thinking how it's lowkey formatted like a disco elysium dialogue lolol

geuss i got that disco'leez in me (has never played it)

[mammomlette]

Hey sigmas !! I’m super bored and wan to practice drawing characters I’m not familiar with so if someone could drop in reblogs their OCs ref sheet, a very brief summary of their personality and maybe a lil pose idea that would be fab and I would smooch you /p 😛😛

But like just clarifying since this is for art practice it. Wouldn’t be the best. Sigma!

Just an example of my art grrrr (but I use a diff brush for lineart sometimes)

[pa-pa-plasma]

kind of frustrating that people took "fat does not equal unhealthy" to mean "fat is not unhealthy." sometimes being obese IS unhealthy & excess fat can cause a lot of problems. ignoring health issues isn't progressive. real "oranges kill people with depression" moment