#His shiny lips in the 5th

[zappedbyzabka]

Prettiest producer award goes to

[cottonconnielvr]

pairing ✩ — plug!connie x hyperfem!spoiled!black!reader

warnings ✩— nothing much just fluff, money, pet name daddy is used

“I SWEAR TO GOD BABY,” Connie placed your 6 week old dog back into your lap. “Keep this fucking demon away from me” Your sparkly glossed up lips pouted, petting Marshmallow. “She’s just a baby” Connie bought the dog for you because you keep talking about how much you wanted one. He got the exact breed and everything. Since then, you’ve been so attached to the fluffy animal and Connie was a little jealous.

“She ate my fucking Bapestas” Connie quickly counted the band that was sitting in his lap.

“Boy hush, it was a small little bite. Your shoes are perfectly fine” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving it shiny and glittery.

“So what are we doing today?” You finally bring up your original question. Connie called you to tell you to be ready at 3.

You were dressed in a pink juicy couture tracksuit and some pink custom AF1’s Connie bought for you. His initials hanging off of your neck in shiny diamonds.

“Got a few clients today and wanted to take you with me, wanna take you shopping afterwards.” Connie spoke while keeping his focus on the 5th band that sat in his lap.

“You don’t have to, you just ordered me like $1000 worth of shoes” You loved the treatment Connie gave you but didn’t wanna take all of his money. Although Connie was willing to give you all of it and put you on his will.

“I know but my baby passed all her finals. You deserve the world” You let a smile creep onto your face. Connie always knew how to make you feel so special. He only ever wants the best for you, seeing as he dropped out of college. He just wants for you to be as successful as possible and stunt on all these hoes.

You grabbed his jaw, turning his head to face you before kissing him repeatedly on the lips. A smile broke out onto his face. “I love you so so so so much” You pressed one more kiss to his lips.

“I love you more ma” Connie pressed a kiss to your cheek, staining your lip gloss on it. He reached for the duffel bag in the backseat and placed 3 bands in, handing the rest to you. “This is for your rent and whatever else you wanna spend it on, kay?”

You held back the urge to scream, feeling just so spoiled.

“Thank you daddy” You tease and place the money in your tote bag.

Connie puts the car in drive and looks over at you as he pulls from in-front of your house, seeing you already distracted as you scroll on Sephora.

“Spoiled brat” He mumbles

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frat bro ! dallas winston hcs ౨ৎ˖ ࣪⊹

quick little modern day headcanons that i’ve been thinking of .. also i’m so sorry abt how slow i’ve been with requests ! ₊˚⊹

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general hcs :

THE ultimate nonchalant frat boy

the only clothing items he has in his closet are tank tops, nike shorts, some snapback hats, and a pair of yeezy slides

when he first pledged, his frat forced him to make tiktoks with soda and steve dancing to audios

HE WAS SO UNENTHUSIASTIC.

like go girl give us nothing !!

but all know that secretly, he loved doing all those stupid little dances

he LOVES hazing the freshmen

one time he started a fight club and made all the pledges fight eachother

the loser had to take a shot

unfortunately, the whole fight club did not last very long .. :(

he refuses to drink white claws or twisted teas

or any sweet alcohol, for that matter

“i don’t drink that pussy shit. in this frat, we shotgun beers like real men.”

he’s assigned to kick any unwanted people out of the parties

gosh .. all of this partying just to have a 0.42 gpa

he tries to convince everyone that he STRICTLY listens to rap

he’ll play drake, 21 savage, future, and travis scott whenever he’s in front of people

then he’ll make disgusted faces and fake gagging sounds whenever a taylor swift song plays

but when it’s just him, he’s BLASTING taylor swift

he belts all the lyrics to don’t blame me despite how tonedeaf he is

sometimes two will walk in on dal while he’s singing

”okay, justin bieber,” two slow claps his way into dal’s room. “you should really go on america’s got talent, y’know. you’ve got the voice of an angel.”

”GET THE FUCK OUT, TWO!” dal swings an empty can at two’s head, hitting him on the way out

dating hcs :

surprisingly amazing at beer pong?

he forces you to be his partner every time you guys play

once the two of you win, he celebrates with a makeout session in front of EVERYONE

it’s safe to say that no one’s ever challenged you to beer pong after your 5th win with him

if the making-out doesn’t make your opponent quit, his taunting will

when he scores, he starts beating his chest and screaming “YOU DONT KNOW ME, SON! YOU NOT LIKE THAT, LIL BRO!”

he’s a sappy drunk. you can’t convince me otherwise

“mmphh.. doll, why ya so far away from meeeeeee? come closer, i miss yoooouuuuuu..” dal’s words are slurred, his cheeks flushed with red from all of the alcohol he’s been drinking. he grabs onto the sleeve of your sweater, pulling you closer towards him.

”you’re so clingy when you’re drunk.” you roll your eyes, gently running your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles his head into your neck.

we all know that he’s the one screaming, “IF YOU’RE NOT IN SIGMA LIGMA CHI, GET THE FUCK OOOOUUUTTTTTT!”

but occasionally, he’ll set up a chair for you to stand on top of

then, you get to scream at the top of your lungs, “GET THE FUCK OOOUUUTTTTTT!!”

if you’re not allowed to stay the night at the frat house, him and like 5 other brothers will walk you back to your dorm

all the brothers love you .. or maybe they just act like it because they’re actually TERRIFIED of dal

the amount of sass this man gives you whenever he’s hungover? he is literally such a diva

like damn girl who hurt you..

he secretly uses your skincare products whenever you stay over

he likes that your moisturizer makes his skin look all shiny

you’ll spend most of your sunday mornings taking care of him and making sure that he drinks plenty of water

dallas lets out a low groan, pulling his blanket over his head as you nudge his shoulder.

”dal, hurry up and drink your liquid iv. it’ll make you feel better.” you pull his blanket down, placing the lip of the cup by his mouth.

”nooooowuuahhhh, i’m too tired..”

despite the stereotype the frat guys get laid by 30 girls a night, we all know that dal is so loyal to you

he’ll just grimace at any sorority girl that approaches him

@glxsyymads ik you asked for some frat headcanons so i’m just going to tag you so you can see :)

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[13rurururi]

♡ミ Married Life with Husband! Haganezuka Hotaru (Haganezuka x Reader SFW)

featuring six moments that will make you fall in love with him all over again

Pairing: Haganezuka Hotaru x Female!Reader

Content: SFW (but there's one suggestive line), fluff, domestic life, etc.

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is a surprisingly doting lover who is never ashamed to let the world know about your love-filled union.

"My wife—"

At Hotaru's 16th use of the word 'wife,' Kotetsu begins to feel his thoughts blur into anything but the unending spew of Haganezuka's wife-related stories. The young boy feels grateful that the hard-headed smith found a life partner; however, Kotetsu's patience is falling short, and he definitely does not want to know about your 10-month anniversary dinner.

Kotetsu feels a brief sigh of relief against his mask when Kanamori strolls inside the quiet teahouse. "Ah, Haganezuka-san and Kotetsu-shounen!"

Kotetsu sees Haganezuka swivel his head to face his younger colleague, and without missing a beat, he uses 'wife' for the 17th time in that very hour.

"My wife's birthday is coming up. She keeps telling me not to get her anything, but I'll be damned if I don't." Haganezuka regards Kanamori with a short nod.

"Oh, my En-chan says the same! Regardless, I'll gift her at least a bouquet of flowers. Just this other day, I came home to give her a—"

At this point, the two men were in a whole new dimension, exchanging stories about their married life. Kotetsu once again begrudgingly thanks the heavens for allowing Haganezuka to be passionate about something other than swords, but he feels himself sink onto the table as he thinks,

"There are two of them now..."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA never fails to come home to you with a gift in hand, letting you know that you are always on his mind, no matter how hectic the forge gets.

"Here," he firmly places a haphazardly wrapped present on your palms. Your body jolts at the sudden weight on your arms, and you blink up at him in curiosity. "Open it."

"Hotaru," you cutely drawl out the last syllable of his name with a pout, shaking your head at your husband's stubbornness. Your lover is a gift-giver; after all, he is a maker of many marvelous blades and trinkets. In the earlier months of your relationship, he would court you with handmade jewelry, even if you bashfully tried to tell him that you'd appreciate even just simple quality time.

Lightly blushing from the adorable glint in your eye, he repeats himself, "Open it." You do just that, and you find yourself faintly gasp in wonder at a welded flower with the most intricate design he's done yet. It's made entirely out of shiny steel, reflecting your mesmerized expression on the metallic petals as you softly caressed the pattern on the leaves.

"Flowers die too quickly," he purses his lips — a mannerism he does whenever he feels shy — and turns his body to the side. "This one should last forever."

At a loss for words, you opt to kiss him meaningfully on his his blushing cheek. "I love it."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is still as stubborn as ever. He sometimes overworks his muscles until they are cramped and tense, so you — his beloved — offer to alleviate his pains with a soothing massage. He loves it.

You see Haganezuka roll his shoulders for the 5th time that morning. The crinkle of his brows seems to furrow deeper in silent aggravation.

Silently sighing, you embrace him from behind, letting your palms press firmly on his broad shoulders. This makes him groan in a mix of pain and relief, confirming that he is under discomfort.

"You never tell me when you're hurting," your breath is against his back, and you continue to massage his hard muscles.

"It's nothing that'll drag me away from smithing." His prideful quip makes you lightly slap his shoulder in annoyance, and it only makes him bark out a chuckle.

"Let me take care of you, okay?" You tip his head towards yours and bat your eyes in an attempt to persuade him. "Let's get you to bed."

Hotaru merely huffs as his lips form a suggestive smirk. "Fine, but you know I'd want to take care of you, too, my love."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA will never want to prolong your arguments and misunderstandings. He may be a prideful and headstrong man, but he acknowledges your side and your feelings, even if a little begrudgingly.

The moment your husband raises his voice at you, you turn away and head to a separate room, urging yourself to regain composure as you blink away your tears.

You're aware that he doesn't mean any harm with his gruff shouts — it's more of a habit he developed due to his social ineptitude — but you can get caught up in a flurry of petty disagreements and feel saddened by his misdirected rage.

Knock, knock, knock.

You hear knuckles softly knock on the thin wooden door of your shared bedroom. Muttering a soft 'come in,' you wipe the residual tears from your face while Hotaru stalks towards you and joins you on your Western-style bed.

"I'm sorry," he exhales through his nose as he hesitantly wraps an arm around you. To his relief, you completed the embrace and snuggled close to his chest. "You're right. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at the vendor, even if he did look at you for far too long—"

"Hotaru," you cut him off in a scolding tone. "Having you beside me is enough to ward off any danger."

You gaze deeply into each others' eyes. "Just stay by my side, and we'll be fine." You softly kiss his parted lips.

Hotaru only sighs one more time. "Okay."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is protective, and his concern for your safety is immeasurable and genuine. He'll cease his work and come join you if you wish to go somewhere during the evening. You'll never feel lonely with him as your lover.

"Where are you heading?"

You feel yourself faintly jump at the sound of your husband's voice. You gaze at him as he shifts from his usual spot in the forge, a half-finished katana laying behind him.

He's been engulfed in his craft for the past 3 hours, staying completely silent and diligently focused on smithing; you simply didn't expect him to do anything else for the next few hours.

"I just want to walk outside for a while," you begin to open the sliding door to exit, but your movements are ceased when you see Haganezuka fully stand up from his station and walk towards you.

"Darling, you still have a sword to finish—"

"It's nearly nighttime. Don't be stupid." You try to protest but he stays rooted by your side. "I'm not leaving you alone."

With a bemused huff, you find yourself smile at the bulky masked man walking next to you.

You definitely feel much safer with Hotaru.

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA never leaves your home or sleeps without telling you he loves you. He shows it through his actions, but he regards the simple words as devoted declarations he will never forget to remind you of.

Haganezuka rises from slumber before the sun even fully peaks through the valley. It's part of his dedication to his duties as a swordsmith — the only downside is how he barely gets to spend slow mornings with you.

After firmly wrapping his scarf over his head, he stares at your sleeping figure behind his Hyottoko mask, and he feels nothing but rampant swirls of adoration and love.

He sits down next to you, his weight causing you to stir in your sleep. Lifting his battered and calloused palm towards your cheek, he caresses you softly with a smile behind his mask.

"I love you, and I cannot imagine a world without you." He adjusts his mask and kisses your forehead. "I love you."

Before he can entirely leave the bed, he feels your gentle grip tug on his arm. He looks at your smiling, half-asleep face as you whisper,

"I love you, too, Hotaru." You beckon him for another kiss, and he dips down to do just that.

At that moment, Haganezuka was certain — there won't ever be a life where you wouldn't be reborn as each others' lovers. He swears in his heart that he shall always be yours, as long as you allow him to be.

a/n: I miss Haganezuka a lot. Have some domestic fluff of him! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! ☆

[teddiesworldd]

Hello! :)) if it is no trouble, can I ask for a lil drable of Simon and his gf? I was thinking of them having this little competition where Y/n keeps trying to find strong lipstick that will not fade and Simon keeps trying to fade that lipstick with his kisses :)) thank you if you write this one! :))

lipstick kisses

a/n: sorry for being so inactive - i'm super sick rn :( but thank u so much for this request as it motivated me to write something new!! i hope u enjoy ♡ (180 words)

pairing: simon ghost riley x reader

tags/warnings: none, cute n fluffy

“simon, stoppp~” you giggled, playfully pushing your boyfriend away by pressing your palm on his chest, “you keep smudging it.”

it must have been the 5th time you’d touched up your lips with your new shade of lipstick because simon wouldn’t stop kissing you. you thought you’d finally managed to find one that would hold up against his kiss attacks - the shiny “long lasting wear” printed along the side of the tube glinting at you as you applied more - but alas, it was not simon-proof.

you looked up into the mirror of your vanity, eyes shifting focus from your lips to simon’s now bright red ones in the reflection.

“but lovie, it makes your lips s’pretty.” he said, his vision focused on you, oblivious to his new look.

“it makes yours look pretty too, si” you laughed, looking back down at your lips.

when he realised, his cheeks turned the same colour as the lipstick, rushing to the bathroom sink to desperately try to wipe the colour away from his face before it stained.

it may not be simon-proof, but it is simon-repellent.

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[ravennaortiz]

October 5th is EZ with the prompt: I don't get why your mad. Because you said you would kill me. As always 18+

EZ stood dazed and confused as he watched you pack. His fingers nervously turning his phone over in his hands. Maybe he should text or call Angel. Surely his brother might be able to help him out. Hell he had no idea what he needed help with exactly. All he knew was the romantic dinner and hayride had went to hell in spectacular fashion.

One minute you two had been sneaking quick pecks as you two tickled each other with pieces of straw. Being tossed side to side with each bump of the wagon as it made its way through the field and woods. The only light being that of the jack o lanterns that dotted the area and the moon overhead. The next he had been chasing after you as you ran through the parking lot. Your face soaked with tears and makeup.

“Ba” started EZ as he reached out to touch you.

“Don’t touch me!” you snapped as tears continued to stream down your face. You shoved past him bags in hand but he blocked your path.

“I do not get why you are mad. Please talk to me. Tell me what I did” begged EZ as he dropped to the ground in front of you. He watched as your lower lip trembled and you sniffled as you looked down at him. Your eyes red rimmed, swollen and shiny from the tears that had spilled.

“I’m not mad. I’m hurt and upset because you said you would kill me” you whispered as new tears slid down your cheeks. EZ scrunched his face as he tried to remember when he had said that.

“Do you mean when we were talking about how we would handle a zombie outbreak?” inquired EZ as his mind registered that conversation. You two loved watching zombie movies and shows. The shitteier ones like Zoombies never failed to make the two of you laugh and shake your heads. Others like twenty-eight days later led you two to more “serious” chats on the matter.

“Yeah….you said you would kill me if I turned. You were so quick.” You sniffled as you looked away from him. “You wouldn’t even try and keep me caged up or like remove my teeth and shit”.

EZ chuckled slightly before catching a glare from you. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.” Stated EZ as he stood up and took your bags from you. “Come here” he stated as he led you to the bed and pulled you down on his lap.

“I only said it because I don’t want you to suffer. Not because I would love you any less if you were a zombie. I will always love you. You are my zombie fighting partner for life.” Stated EZ as he kissed your forehead as he rubbed your back.

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[wrathofrats]

4. "Swallow it. All of it."

With some ghoul squirting 👀

Maybe some swussy? Whatever you feel like!

I’m not … insanely proud of this one but if I choose to rewrite it it won’t get done so can we pls pretend it’s good thank you

Or 400 of t4t cirrus eating Swiss out

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

“Off.”

Swiss tugged cirrus’ hair up, forcing her mouth from his clit. His legs twitched, the muscles of his stomach spasming for a second as he panted and tried to stave off the intense pleasure he could feel threatening to tip over the edge.

Cirrus’ mouth was covered, Swiss’ slick dripping from her lips as she looked up at him with doe eyes. This had to be at least the 5th time by now. Swiss had grabbed her from the common room claiming that regular toys weren’t going to do it, he needed her mouth. Wanted her to lick and suck as she pleased until he got close just for him to pull her away so he could come down before she was allowed to taste him again.

Cirrus gave him a whimper at the pressure on her scalp. Her hips twitched down into the sheets, still wearing her bra and underwear, Swiss said he didn’t trust her not to get off. The small amount of friction on her cock felt delicious, her mouth filled with saliva at the sensation.

“Be good storm cloud, told you I’d touch you afterwards” Swiss breathed

“Need it, Swiss it hurts”

“Toys don’t get hurt cir, they also don’t complain”

Her gaze went back down from his eyes. Her head was fuzzy with submission, always one to fall fast with some pain that was perfectly implemented from Swiss dragging her around by her hair.

“You’ll be ok, told you I’d let you fuck my chest afterwards, isn’t that what you want?”

“Yeah ….”

“Then be sweet. You can continue baby”

Cirrus dove back down like a woman starved, licking and sucking whatever she can get her mouth on. She lapped at the fluids dripping from Swiss’ hole, tongue fucking him to get whatever of it she could into her mouth.

“Shit shit shit shit-“ Swiss panted. He was a little too close a little too fast and he couldn’t pull cirrus off fast enough to keep edging himself. “Fucking- cirrus”

Before he could stop himself he was soaking cirrus’ face, holding her head right against his cunt as he spasmed and gushed around her lips.

“Yeah- swallow it baby, all of it” Swiss moaned. Release dripped down her face and chest, making her pretty tits nice and shiny as it ran down her cleavage and soaked into her bra and god Swiss doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything as hot.

A little more dribbled from him hole as Swiss came down from his high. His cunt was slick and puffy, sucked swollen by cirrus after what had to be over an hour.

“Such a sweet girl” Swiss breathed. A hand snaked up to his chest, pushing his tits together, “want your reward?”

[justporo]

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies

Hi, uhm - I don't really now how to start. I am currently writing a long fic in which Astarion and Tav get invited to a ball. It's been going for a while and I thought (very selfishly and self-indulgently) how about I promote it a little since so many new people have joined. It's a still ongoing story. I'd say it's a very chaotic mix of sweet, fluffy, spicy even sometimes and some darker tones in between. I really pour my heart and soul into this project and try to challenge myself! But maybe it's better to just give you some sneak peeks (from like every other chapter)? I'd be super happy if you were interested to check it out! Thanks to @megschaef98 for suggesting some of your fave parts, ily!

To the chapterlist!

You looked at the invitation in his slender hands. Two golden lines framed the card and under a decorative print stood in elegant cursive writing: “His Lordship Lord De Grodt requests the pleasure of the Company of Lord Astarion Ancunín & Tav to a Ball at Herrenfordt Castle on October 5th, 1493 DR after dusk.” “They really only just wrote ‘Tav’? Should I be insulted?” “You don’t have a last name?”, Astarion asked while looking up from the card. “No, Astarion, I grew up on the streets, because my parents abandoned me – I’m only Tav, always have been”, you answered, only a tad of bitterness in your voice. “Well, my love, you could always just take mine”, the vampire replied smugly and grinned at you. “Weird way to propose”, you muttered under your breath but then immediately said before Astarion could react: “So what do you make of this?”

(Prologue)

So, you finally strode over and took in the garment: It was a striking deep blue that became lighter and a wonderful shade of purple up to lavender further down the skirt – impressively similar to the colours the sky turned when the sun set. It had a high collar that didn’t fully close around the neck in the front, so it allowed for a deep neckline that almost looked like a four-pointed star and long flowy sleeves that from the elbows down became cascading trains of fabric. The bodice was decorated with embroidered bigger four-point stars and smaller sparkles in silver and a few shiny stones. From the slender belt around the waistline down it became a luscious silken skirt that was carefully draped with few more star decorations that became fewer the more the colours lightened. It was quite frankly stunning. Regal and elegant, but not overly flamboyant which would have been something you would have never felt comfortable to wear. And the most important thing: no corset. You wouldn’t have believed it, but you were actually excited to put this garment on.

(Chapter 2)

All around people were standing as couples or smaller groups: chatting, slandering, laughing, drinking the champagne or eating the food being offered by the many servants passing through the crowd with huge silver trays. Some seemed to be well in their cups already, staggering or sloshing their drinks while talking and gesticulating animatedly. Some couples already seemed very handsy as well – hands wandering deeper from backs to more insolent regions, décolletages emphasised with a carefully placed hand or arched back, spines straightened and shoulders rolled back to look taller and more intimidating. Gold, diamonds and pearls seemed to be everywhere you looked. Everything and everyone was sparkling in their finery and giving off the aura of careless excess and frivolous debauchery. Jewels shone from daunting cleavages, signet rings clanked on chalices, flamboyant headpieces swung around during coquettish laughter, deep red lips left stains on crystal glasses and silk shone like liquid in the dim lighting. An impressive display of languid ignorance and luxurious degeneracy. And it was more than impressive even – it was intimidating.

(Chapter 4)

“So sweet, my dear darling, almost as sweet as you”, he whispered hauntingly while you felt drips from the delicious fruit run over your fingers and hand and waves of arousal ran through your body. Then he leaned in again, taking the rest of the strawberry out of your hand, his soft lips closing around your fingers, sucking for a short moment and his tongue flicking over your fingers. Astarion’s sparkling ruby eyes were still on you, patiently observing your reaction, one eyebrow twitching playfully. Your lips parted slightly and your eyes widened as the vampire then lifted your hand up farther and just licked the remaining strawberry juice off the palm of your hand, his fingers steadily around your wrist.

(Chapter 6)

The demon gave a low and rumbly chuckle. “I see”, he had said and with a snap his admirers had returned to roam his body with their hands. “But if you ever change your mind…” He had left the sentence unfinished, his gaze again boring into you until you felt almost stripped naked in front of him and Astarion had protectively placed his hand on your shoulder and quickly led you out of the room. So now you stood in the back of another dimly lit room and listened to this poet theatrically presenting some of his poems: “The moaning and the groaning, The sighing and the sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible throbbing.” He enunciated every word carefully, his tone and conduct underlining the meaning of his words – it was quite a thing to watch and listen to. People sat and stood around the artist in a half circle, the performance area marked by some small cold, bright mage lights that were the only light source in this room. The sharp illumination from below then made the performance of the poet even more ghostly. Astarion and you were both leaning against the wall in the back, observing the show in companiable silence.

(Chapter 7)

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[eastwindmlk]

Written for @jilymicrofics prompt: Insignia Word Count: 721

In the days after the post-O.W.L. disaster, James made an attempt to get her alone. To apologize for what he now realized was a terrible, terrible move. But it seemed an impossible task. 

Wherever Lily Evans went, so went the other 5th-year Gryffindor girls. And none of them were even so much as giving him the time of day, never mind allowing him a moment alone with the redhead. 

Which was why he thanked his lucky stars when he spotted her making her way from the greenhouses all by herself. 

For the first time ever, he resorted to being late for Quidditch practice as he ran back up the hill to meet her. Arm extended as he called over, “Evans! Evans, wait!” Only to watch her walk away faster after meeting his eye. 

Cutting through the grass, James caught her right before she could make it to the door. Practically leaping in front of her, hands grabbing the tops of her arms. Keeping her in place. 

“Evans, I need to talk to you,” he announced, still panting. 

Lily turned up her nose and looked away from him, shaking off his hands. “I’ve got nothing to say to you, Potter,” she spat at him, attempting to sidestep him and him following her motion. 

“Then don’t say anything, just listen.” She scoffed at that, giving him a dangerous side-eyed glance. But at least she stopped trying to escape. 

Taking this as a go-ahead, he launched into his apology; “I just wanted to tell you that I am really sorry about what happened after the exams. It was never my intention for you to get hurt,” he swallowed thickly and carded his hand through his hair nervously, “things just got out of hand. I should have never involved y-” 

-” You should have never tried anything in the first place,” she challenged. The fact that she was regarding him directly now only made him more nervous. His words clearly had done little to soften her up to him. 

He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, waiting her out for a moment. Pulling up a shoulder indifferently at her remark. He did not regret going after Snivellus. He just regretted the collateral damage. 

“I’m not here to apologize for that. He had it coming.” His hand lifted to brush along the slash that had escalated it all. “If he had not used that nasty curse first, things would have gone differently.” 

Lily rolled his eyes at him. Clearly she disagreed with him there. “As I said, I am sorry you got hurt. I did not intend that. I hope you know that.” 

Her lips curled into a sneer, her palm hitting him on the shoulder hard enough to make him stagger back. “What is this about, Potter?” His name sounded dirty on her tongue. Dirtier than normal. Her eyes were full of contempt for him. 

His hand gripped his shirt, pulling the tight fabric away from his heart as if it would help with the sudden stabbing ache in his chest. “I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay.” His voice was suddenly small, unable to meet her gaze head-on. 

What James did not expect was for her to start laughing, barking and humourless. “See if I am okay?” Lily repeated, her tone snide. Closing the distance between them, raising up to meet him almost nose to nose. 

“What? Are you some type of Girl Scout trying to earn insignia?-” Her eyes flashed at James as he attempted to interrupt her, asking what a girl scout was. His mouth snapped shut as she continued her assault. “-’ I was nice to a Mudblood’ on a pretty shiny badge?” She bit the slur towards him, making him cringe. 

Rolling her eyes, the redhead shoulder-checked him as she passed him by. “I am not going to let you use me to make yourself feel better. Give you a pat on the back just because you are doing the bare minimum.” Her words made his stomach knot painfully, starting to doubt his own intentions for seeking her out. 

“I hope you choke on your stupid apology!” She spat at him before pushing the heavy door open with such force the hinges creaked. 

Leaving him standing there, completely undone. 

[bloop-im-a-frog-now]

If The Gods Were Kind — pizza 2

5th part here we go!!! And yes, you should be worried :). I just love torturing my blorbos. If it weren’t for a reply I got from @stiffyck askbox, this part wouldn’t exist, actually. But I quite like it, so you guys are suffering with me.

Enjoy!

Master Post

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Content warnings: Animal death, blood, gore, violent intrusive thoughts, violence, grief

Scar only stared in disbelief at the Red Army. Grian was yelling at him about doing something, but Scar only heard static noise. They weren’t aiming at him. They were aiming at Pizza . Her beady eyes gawked at him, and it was only then he could unfreeze and march towards her. 

Grian petted Pizza’s fur on her neck, the only place deprived of red. She brayed painfully, barely standing, as one more arrow nested itself in her. Scar placed his hand in front of her face and untied the leash around the pole, feeling her slimy tongue licking his palm.

“She’s gonna die,” Grian’s voice barely reached his ears with the flying arrows going past him, one lodging in his leg. 

Scar grunted, and looked back at the Red Army. “One more arrow and you’re all dead!”

An arrow hissed too close to his ear. He dodged and immediately regretted it.

“NO!” Grian yelled as a bray echoed in his ears. 

Scar dared to look back and didn’t see any white fur at his eye level. No, Pizza’s body laid on the sand, beady eyes wide open, arrow in her throat, tainting her white fur red, just like their stupid banner. Scar choked back a sob, legs trembling, tension in his neck screaming just as hard as Pizza did in her last moments, hips dragging him to the world’s core. 

A ping pierced his ears, some shuffling accompanying it. 

“Red winter is here,” Grian read. 

Scar looked back at the fleeing army, fists clenched. “Grian,” he croaked, mouth dry. 

His partner hummed, already by his side for Scar to lean on him. Scar shook his head. 

“I think I need to kill one of them,” he practically growled. 

It would’ve come eventually. The urge to see blood on his hands, caused by him . Having Ren’s head looking back at him in horror, Scar spitting in his face, knowing a head detached from its body couldn’t do anything about it. Slay Martyn with his new shiny netherite sword, fed by his screams of terror as he died the same way Pizza did, without any hesitation or cause. Burning their enchanter, burning their “palace”, whatever they called it, drowning them in lava and hearing their cries of pain and mercy. It was inevitable. No, they did not deserve mercy. 

Scar took his netherite sword from his inventory and was ready to sprint after them, to make them feel the same pain Pizza felt. But someone grasped his bicep harshly. He swiveled and opened his mouth to vociferate, only to be met with Grian’s death glare.

“It’s gonna be four against one, you are not good at combat and you can kiss your last life goodbye before you can even land a hit on them.”

Grian was right, but Scar’s hands twitched, lips pursed. Grian bore his stare in his piercing red eyes, green eyes glimmering under the sun at its zenith. 

“You’re injured, you will not go far with an arrow in your leg, and they will take advantage of your weakness.”

Scar huffed and tried crossing his arms only to be reminded of the tension in his neck, the ache in his shoulders that made movement difficult, and the piercing soreness in his hips and calves. Scar held in his grimace, but Grian saw right through it. He shook his head and dragged him inside as gently as he could with his hold on Scar’s bicep. 

He made him sit down in the kitchen and rummaged in their barrels for first aid supplies. Scar didn’t understand why Grian wanted to tend his wound. He barely felt it, being a red life helped him ignore the excruciating pain it would probably normally cause him. 

Ren needed to pay. 

But Grian looked so concern and he made excellent points. How many injuries could Scar sustain before it was too much for him? Before it became troublesome? Before he lost his last life? 

What happened after you lose all of your lives? It was probably the next question people were asking each other, after they realized you could die, after they realized you could die twice before getting that red haze. 

Grian raised his leg, making Scar hiss through his teeth. Grian mumbled a “sorry ” and took out the arrow in a swift motion, placing a clean piece of wool on the open wound. 

“Ah!” Scar yelped, closing his eyes and trying to think of other things than the sting. Grian winced and inhaled sharply in response.

He soaked most of the blood with the ball of wool, dabbing around it to clean it. He took a piece of cloth, placed it on the wound and wrapped some string around it to hold it in. Once he was sure Scar’s clumsiness wouldn’t ruin the bandage, he stood up, exchange the first aid supplies with golden carrots, and shoved it in Scar’s hand. 

“Eat,” was all he said as he left the room to do gods know what. 

Scar stared at the carrot, out of focus. He could almost see Mr. Bubbles, if he was smaller. He lost his giant bee too, he realized. Dogwarts not only killed Pizza, but they kill the innocent Mr. Bubbles. His hands trembled. This was all his fault.

He was the one who got attached to those animals. He made himself vulnerable, he knew that. And yet, it still hurt. And yet, the urge to kill them didn’t fade away, no matter how slow he breathed. They were gone, forever erased from this world, leaving him alone.

Scar gasped a breath, noting how heavy his body felt, noting how he couldn’t bring his arm higher to eat the golden carrot, noting his vision was blurry, not out of focus. 

He heard the flutter of wings and the footsteps before hearing and feeling Grian’s panic. Grian fell onto his knees, putting his hand on Scar’s cheek to raise his head. For red eyes to meet green ones. Scar turned to look away, tears landing on his forearm, cold against his warm skin. Grian tried to hold his wings still, but they flapped and fluttered, making him slightly groan. He focused back on Scar, hand on his thigh and, woah, since when was Grian’s hand so warm?

“Scar, buddy, what’s wrong?”

Scar sniffled and tried to swallow the ball in his throat, to no success. Cheeks became wet quicker than his fall in the ravine. 

“Is—” his throat constricted, and he swallowed again, “—is she truly gone?”

He didn’t know how Grian understood what he said, his voice was merely a whisper, jumbling over words, it even sounded wrong to his ears. But when he looked back to his partner, his concerned look was back. 

“Oh, Scar,” he murmured.

Scar let out a sob and curled on himself, ignoring every tear in his body, ignoring the stretch on his wound and the piercing pain it gave, ignoring his surroundings. He just couldn’t understand, even if it made perfect sense. 

Pizza was gone. 

Pizza was dead .

And that’s when it hit him. They were all gonna die eventually. All disappear from this world. No survivors, no more alliances, no more wars, no more stealing cookies. Just like Pizza, everyone’s life held on a string, just waiting for the punchline to cut it. 

But Pizza was dead .

And it hurt.

Something hit his lips, and when he opened his eyes, his appreciation for Grian only grew. The avian had the golden carrot in his hand and helped Scar eat to close up the wound. Scar obliged, and they sat in the silence.

A wave of energy spread throughout his body, easing the tension but not the ache in his hips. It seemed the rest of the day was crutches day.

“Can we have a funeral?” he asked, voice quivering and quiet. 

Grian gave him a warm smile.

“Of course.”

Grian was the one who did most of the work. Digging a hole large enough to bury Pizza, dragging her corpse in it, and helping Scar build a coffin to cover the uneven ground. He placed the headstone while Scar wrote the epitaph on a wooden plank. Grian hammered it above the coffin and joined Scar, both staring at it as the sun turned to dusk. 

Rest In Peece Pizza. Freind, Sister, Mother

Scar could only stare at the wooden structure. He couldn’t shed any tears anymore. The ball around his throat became bigger, and Scar was ever so grateful when Grian placed his hand on top of his, running his thumb across his knuckles. The cries of mobs surrounded them when the sun disappeared in the horizon. Grian nudged him to come inside, but Scar remained impassive, gaze never leaving the coffin.

Grian grew a bit more restless, wings fluttering behind him. 

“Scar.”

Scar shook his head, grip tightening around the handles of his crutches. Grian sighed, let go of his hand and went back inside. Scar tried to make his mind stop wandering, stop thinking of taking his netherite sword and plunged it on Grian’s back, stop contemplating blowing their base to the ground. 

He rested one of his crutches on the coffin and placed his hand on top of it.

“They’ll get what they deserve,” he murmured in the cold wind, not that he could feel it. “They’ll regret the day they took you out of this world.”

He took back the crutch and joined Grian inside. His partner was sharpening his sword but jumped when he heard the door opening. He poked his head out of the door that lead to the kitchen, eyebrows frowned. Scar sent him a wavering smile and passed him to sit on their bed. 

His mobility aids were both leaning against the wall close to him, in case he woke up one morning not being able to do much. Even with this enhance senses and strength being a red life gave him, it wouldn’t dim the consequences of whatever affected his body. 

The shuffling of feet approaching dragged him out of his head. Grian had a hand on the door frame, wings held tight together. Scar simply sighed and patted the bed. Grian cautiously joined him, wings itching to wrap around them. 

Scar let out a chuckle, leaning against him despite their height difference. Grian opened his mouth, only to close it promptly, red on the face, and let his wing wrapped the both of them against the chill of the night—or Scar assumed, since Grian’s chin wasn’t trembling anymore. 

Grian placed his hand on Scar’s thigh, and despite Scar absolutely beaming at the touch, it felt like this little weight made the ache even frailer than it already was. He took his partner hand and settled it on Grian’s thigh instead. 

Grian squeezed his hand and they stayed like this for a while, in the silence of the desert. No more buzzing of wings, no more small braying, just their breathing and the far away awakening of mobs at the foot of their mountain. Scar had never wished for the world to be louder.

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[jamesphillimoresumbrella]

2022 Things

I wasn’t as productive as I wanted to be this year. Which is to say that I didn’t write as much I’d like, which was a major goal but well. Somewhere along the way, I started to think of 2022 as the Wasted Year and resolved that I just had to hang on for the ride (or not--I was quite surprised that I made it to Christmas and I don’t know what to do with myself now that it’s the New Year).

I just wrote four little fics, mostly clustered in the early part of the year, when I had a very different outlook. I didn’t make headway on any of my massive pile of WIPs, but then I didn’t add to them either, so I guess that’s something.

This is my small pile of offerings. Here’s hoping to a better year next time around.

Cozy (856 words) by tepidspongebath

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson

Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship

Series: Part 1 of Fluffbruary 2022

Summary:

One did not look at Sherlock Holmes and think that here was a man who looked good in jumpers.

Written for the Fluffbruary prompt for the 1st of of the month: Cozy

Shiny (735 words) by tepidspongebath

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes

Additional Tags: Fluff, of dubious quality, Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Fluffbruary

Series: Part 2 of Fluffbruary 2022

Summary:

You didn’t get much more civilized than afternoon tea. Which was unfortunate because it was rather spoiled by Sherlock taking a running leap and tackling their hostess to the ground just as she was setting a tempting plate of tea cakes on the table by John’s elbow.

Written for the Fluffbruary prompt for the 5th of of the month: Shiny

His Half of the Bed (4735 words) by tepidspongebath

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Additional Tags: There Was Only One Bed, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, Humor, Established Relationship, (what did I say about this not going the way you think?), Author Is Sleep Deprived, so everyone else is too, Sharing a Bed, But not in the fun way, there are many rambling thoughts

Summary:

“I don’t know if you’ll like it—”

“We’ll like it.”

“It’s not ideal—”

“It’ll be fine.”

“There’s only one bed—”

“Does it look like that matters?”

The Working of Wonders

(4599 words) by

tepidspongebath

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom:

Sherlock (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Sally Donovan/Molly Hooper

Additional Tags: Case Fic, Magical Realism, Mind Control

Summary:

"Don't worry about it." It was on the tip of her tongue to say that coffee would be wonderful and amazing and perfect, maybe on Saturday if they were both free and if people would just stop violently killing each other for long enough, but the words got caught in her teeth and what tumbled out from between her lips was, "I have to run. I need to see Mrs. Ferrour before Greg or, god forbid, Sherlock gets to her." She tried again, desperately wanting to redeem herself. Molly was blushing the deep red of horrible embarrassment, and she couldn't stand it. "Sorry about coffee."

Sally Donovan would like nothing more than to go have coffee with Molly Hooper. If only she didn't have a murder suspect controlling her mind.

(This last was my Holmestice offering for @vulgarweed​)

[bluedevilsrpg]

CHAPTER II PART II

POM POM ARCHIPELLICA ― BLACK TIDES 

Pom Pom Archipellica ⤬ February 5th 11AM 1706.

What’s left of their old ship is nothing less of a disaster despite the futile attempts to patch it up. It creaks sadly before another board break’s apart. There’s no perceivable future on the Nauticress nor would it be wise to sail on a ship with the emblem of the marines on it. GOD KILLER had always determined it was nothing more than junk that would be disposed of. And thus, the vessel was left to its rot, tattered and broken. 

GOD KILLER summons the crew, leading them down west to the shipyard. Thankfully, nobody seems to pay heed to their absurd outfits or even their faces, most in part to the shabby disguises they wore, despite much doubt amidst the group, it was enough to conceal the crew. GOD KILLER talks to one of the builders and is directed down the rickety ship yard. As they wander down the shore, they seem something rather large hidden by the rocks, carefully out of sight just as GOD KILLER requested. 

Towering in size is a brilliant new ship that looks like a work of art. On the side of the glorious pitch colored vessel, the name is etched in brilliant gleaming gold NIGHT HOWLER. It’s massive in size, far larger than what the Nauticress was. It’s statuesque size and design evokes terror & power - and it was all theirs. 

“This is the ship we’ll be using from now on,” GOD KILLER announces, watching as they look at in awe. CHILD OF FLAMES, FLOWER OF ICE and CHEMICAL PEARL’s eyes widen as if they found a shiny new toy to play with. “It’s an upgrade,” PHANTOM MERCY comments, their tone flat but their expression slightly shifting, seemingly impressed at the level of detail that presented itself in front of them. “Better than that piece of shit.” ATLAS VOID agrees, they were never keen about returning to their roots, not amongst the Marines once more. UNDEAD BLIGHT gazes at the ship, inquisitive as if he recognized it but his features return to a vacant look - empty once more. 

 “There’s plenty to explore on board and enough space to do everything.” He had made sure of it when he had requested for customized blue prints. Everything had it’s place. There was an abundance of magic that was also infused into it that would eventually come of use - a discussion to be had when he talked with MADAME MASSACRE, CROOKED HOUND and LITTLE MISS RED.

“Where we going?” DEMON EATER is the first to ask. 

“Another island,” GOD KILLER answers with utmost speed. “I was able to collect some information during the time we were docked here from Pom Pom’s crew; there’s an island not too far off that’s rumored to know the origins of Genesis.” He’s well aware that they looked at him as if he were still a lunatic. Of the group, SAINT GUILLOTINE is one of the few who remains convinced, nodding his head along to every word that dropped from his Captain’s lips. MOON BLADE seems to be intrigued by the proposition too as her stare never falters. 

“It better not be home.” QUEEN OF PLAGUE eyes KING OF DROUGHT - returning would mean chaos. It was too soon for that, too early to slaughter him. 

“Island, kingdom, home, alone, here and there - we’ll always wander.” THREE EYED OMEN states and yet nobody seems to heed what they have to say. 

BLOOD THIEF speaks, “as long as we’re not going back, I don’t care.” There’s no place to call home for someone like her. The sea was the perfect place to be. Silently MASTER OF DEATH also nods his head. 

“What if it’s just a lie?” SUNKEN WITCH questions. 

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But there’s other pirates on this island who’ve also set their eyes on the journey there. We need to get there first and I was able to get my hands on this.” GOD KILLER unravels what appears to be a map with coordinates to the island. He promptly hands it off to MADAME MASSACRE. “They had this guarded by magic and people. Who would’ve given a damn if this was just any old sheet of paper?” It was a gamble he was willing to take. “There’s still time to take one hostage just in case,” BELLS OF HELL suggests with a smirk. “Is the work in that worth the output?” CURSED SOLDIER remarks. He receives a scowl from the lady. 

MADAME MASSACRE reviews the paper and seemingly recognizes the location. But no words are shared with the group - rather, most appeared to be distracted by their shiny new abode. GOD KILLER is indifferent to the chaos, expectant of this but nevertheless, he took a look over at the crew, rather pleased of what they had accomplished thus far. There was only more to conquer beyond this point and it would be up to them to make the right decisions. 

“What do you know about Genesis?” ANGEL OF TEROR seems the most suspicious, lingering closer to GOD KILLER as the rest disperse amongst themselves. 

“I know she’s real.” 

“You know more than that.” THREE EYED OMEN interjects - their eyes peering at GOD KILLER closer - in a manner that almost seemed to eat through his soul. 

“I know she is a Goddess that has always existed from the beginning to the end of time and she stands as the ruler of the universe’s final judgement. Every choice you make will be known to her and her children - do what you will with that.” 

OOC GAMEPLAY

PART II of this chapter serves to inform characters of key components regarding their new ship and from here on out, characters will have to consider the choices and decisions they make. These decisions will affect the PERSONAL outcome of your character’s fate.  

Feel free to explore the NIGHT HOWLER HERE. This will serve as additional lore and you can do what you choose to with the information. I DO NOT recommend starting any new threads. 

Please use this week to catch up and finish your group threads + your 1x1 threads from chapter 1 and continue onward with chapter 2. The next big arc of BD is scheduled for next Saturday so stay tuned! Also feel free to read your fellow player’s awesome world building & kingdoms ;)

More info will be on discord to read! 

[whatsupbomb]

Astro notes about beauty and style🐈

Aries placements have striking beauty. With Aries Sun use white or light colours/with Aries Moon use blue or cold colours to get attention

To attract attention of your husband/wife, use colours of your Sun/Moon nakshatra

Sun nakshatra colour can tell which hair colour is suitable for you

5th house sign is our hair and how to take care of them. For example, I have Cancer 5th house, they often look dry and dull with lots of dandruff since Cancer is a water animal crab who has shiny shell and requires moisture and mineral supply

People with cat nakshatra Ascendant (Purva Bhadrapada/Dhanishtha/Chitra/Vishakha/Punarvasu/Ashlesha) are really good with manicure and prefer to use file instead of scissors like cats who use scratching post. They often paint their nails, but can't grow their own

People with rat nakshatra Ascendant (Magha/Purva Phalguni) have thin, short, light, disheveled hair with split ends. Colouring makes them fell off. Rat nakshatra Ascendants like to keep themselves clean by oftenly taking showers, using deodarants and panty liners. However, they hate washing their own panties and leave dirt in the clean places for someone to remove it

2nd house are your lips. So, try using lipstick with the colour of it's nakshatra

3rd house are your nails. You know what that means from a previous note

North Node is our face. To get noticable, try looking at Rahu (North Node) nakshatra animal appearance. Very useful for models who do lots of photoshoots. Rahu is like your distinctive feautures

8th house is a house of showbusiness and showing off your wealth, for example, on the red carpet . So, use body part of it's sign to get admiration from fans

People are gonna pray to your 10th house sign body part because it's a house of being an authority in one's field

Chiron on the Ascendant likes to experiment with it's own appearance using make-up or clothes. They have a unique style often referring to the past trends to revive them. For example, Jeremy Renner with such placement used to be a make-up artist and wore earrings and eyeliner

Purva Bhadrapada nakshatra natives often get famous for their beauty in foreign countries. Most of the times they have a mixed race (for example, Brazilian Adriana Lima/German Ryan Gosling/Cherokee Johnny Cash/Greek John Stamos/Mexican Mario López with Purva Bhadrapada Ascendant, Mexican Eva Longoria/Cuban Eva Mendes/Chech Eva Herzigová/Brazilian Kaya Scodelario/Italian Ornella Muti with Purva Bhadrapada Sun, Albanian Rita Ora/French Matt LeBlanc/Swedish Bill Skarsgård/Australian Jacob Elordi/German Olivia Munn with Purva Bhadrapada Moon, Italian Monica Bellucci/Russian Robert Downey Jr/Mexican Salma Hayek/French Vincent Cassel/African Lenny Kravitz with Purva Bhadrapada Chiron)

Chiron will show how can you become more attractive to your own self since it's about healing and changing your lifestyle like in mythology when Chiron left his army to study herbs. It's also indicative of how we should take care of our health

Venus nakshatra indicates your comfort zone, prefered style and voice manner. I have Krittika (goat) Venus, and my favourite clothes are light, thin, flowing, of smooth and warm material, so, I can walk with comfort since goats like to jump and run. Also, I prefer sneakers to boots

Mercury is how we move and which shoes we prefer. With Mercury in horse nakshatra (Ashwini/Shatabhisha) you like wearing leather knee-high boots which sit tight on the leg and have wide heels

Saturn is a feminism planet. It shows how we feel about our natural beauty and if we want to change it. With Squares to Saturn we aim to become more feminine each day. Meghan Trainor who sings about feminism has it on IC and respects her own flaws. Men with Saturn on Descendant (7th house of the opposite sex) in my observation respect women and their natural beauty the most. They won't judge you for your flaws

6th house is a house of femininity while 10th house is a house of masculinity. Planets on their cusps indicate how we feel towards women/men and what are our types in both sexes

4th house is responsible for transgender people because it's ruler Moon is a neutral planet which affects both sexes in the same way (it's indicative of our character)

People with planets on IC often support transgenders (maybe I'll do my research about it using natal charts of celebs who play transgenders or fight for their rights)

Planets on Descendant are your most noticable features, especially by the opposite sex (check a picture below)

South Node (Ketu) is how you look when you cry. It also indicates features we're muses for. It indicates art and who'd like to take a picture of us or paint us

DNA (#55555) asteroid will show beauty you got from your ancestors. Might indicate your grandma or grandpa you like the most

"Lisitsa" (#8064) asteroid ("female fox" in Russian) is how you lure people into your trap (seduction)

Aspects to "Schramm" (#113952) asteroid ("scar" in Russian) might indicate self-harm

Asteroid "Industria" (#389) will show if you're suitable for fashion industry or not

Asteroid "Sunshine" (#3742) is indicative of features we get compliments for, but don't notice in ourselves

Asteroid "Sunflower" (19019) is indicative of our glow-up and when we feel the most beautiful (useful in synastry)

Asteroid "Sirene" (#1009) are features people overestimate in us and what men fell in love with instantly after the 1st meeting on the Internet or in real life. Might indicate woman singing voice

Asteroid "Zagar" (#6746) is "tan" in Russian

Asteroid "Young" (#2165) indicates body parts which always look healthy

Asteroid "Ursula" (#375) are features people get jealous of

Asteroid "Zavist" (#7440) is "jealousy" in Russian

Asteroid "Tsvet" (#2770) is "colour" and "blooming" in Russian

Asteroid "Rosa" (#223) is how you look and behave when you feel love

Asteroid "Ruby" (#2474) is indicative of passion and preferable sex partners

Asteroid "Agni" (#398188) is where we outshine others

Asteroid "Adorea" (#268) are features people like the most in us

Asteroid "Bohemia" (#371) is indicative of luxury life

Asteroid "Gross" (#33800) are features we hate in ourselves

Asteroid "Geisha" (#1047) might indicate escort and looks our husband wants us to have while meeting his friends. Also, it's about us managing our household (indicative of an ideal housewife in a man's chart)

Asteroid "Hypnos" (#14827) are features people idealise in us

Asteroid "Ljuba" (#1062) means "perfect" in Belarusian. Indicates perfect housewife like "Geisha" because women with such name in my observation are hospitable and helpful

Asteroid "Lyubov" (#3108) is "love" in Russian

Asteroid "Michta" (#20286) is "a wish" in Russian

Asteroid "Mila" (#3231) is "pretty looking" in Russian. Also, we literally have make-up store with such name in our country

Asteroid "Mami" (#486416) means "sugar mommy'

[vampireimiko]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, none, enjoy !

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, no this isn't smut, it's where your boyfriend enjoys kissing you because he likes the taste of your lipglosses and lipbalms, enjoy <33

"Dick I have to- mhm!" You cried as he once again stole a kiss from you. You swore that had to be the 5th time he did that today.

The first time being when you were getting ready this morning. The second time was when you were making breakfast. The third time you were reading a book. The fourth time just completely caught you by surprise as you were minding your own business.

Oh and he definitely wasn't telling you why he kept kissing you. He was gonna keep you guessing as usual. But little did he know you suspected it was because of your cherry flavored lipgloss.

"Ok, Ok, I'm sorry, you're just so- wow." He said with a breathy chuckle taking in all of your features, especially your shiny plump lips. Whew there he goes, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Well thank you, I appreciate it. But stop kissing me I got stuff to do boy!" You said as you shooed him away playfully. But Dick being the love drunk person he is insisted you gave him one more kiss.

"Okay but just one more, come on."

"Fine Grayson." You giggled as you grabbed both sides of his face softly and leaned in for a tender kiss.

"Happy now?" Asked you as you both pulled away from the love filled kiss.

"Very actually. Nice lipgloss by the way." He said with a smug look before running away.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢��𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 !

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[lokisprettygirl]

The Possession (Sequel to Mystery of Laufey Manor)

Read chapter 1 here // Read MOLM here

Chapter 2

Summary : Loki is here to win you over again but it won't be so easy this time around as a ghost from your past is threatning to disrupt your paradise

You opened the shop and you both got inside. You looked at him and he looked so different even though dressed the same way, you were still not used to seeing him like this and there was a new addition to his changed look as well.

"I like the beard" you giggled and you saw him blushing, it wasn't hard to miss that shade on his pale cheeks

"I see ..You don't like it" he nodded and you chuckled

"I would help you shave it if you want" 

"You would?" He smirked and you looked away

"..so what brings you here sir" you got behind the counter and he looked around, the shop looked the same minus the spices. 

"My wife actually, she is here, she is pretty cross with me, so I came here to win her affections back" 

"Hmmm well I hope you are successful in your mission" you were trying so hard to not smile but he kept staring deeply into your soul, he might have a new shiny face that everyone would fall in love with but those eyes are what got you hooked to him the first time, and his smell, and his voice. Oh dear lord. You're mad at him, you had to chant it in your head over and over again

He placed his arms on the counter and then raised one of them to ask for your hand, you looked at him, his hand and then at him again, then you eagerly gave him your hand, so he kissed on the back of it 

"I'm so happy to see you my lady" 

"I'm happy too, my lord, though I wasn't expecting to see you, I thought you were supposed to be here on 5th" 

"I was but I'm here now" he didn't goad that he came here for you, he wasn't using words to charm you this time, he wanted his sincerity to win you over, he needed you to see that he truly wanted to win your heart back and he didn't want to hurt you anymore or make fake promises.

"So where are you staying?" You asked him as you pulled your hand away from him, and he smiled at you 

"A hotel for now but I was wondering if I could rent your apartment my darling" you looked at him curiously

"What about Steve?" 

"That's why I want to live there, I need to talk to him" you walked in front of the counter as he said that

"It's dangerous, I can't let you do that loki" he sighed and suddenly he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer slowly, very slowly. Why did he have to smell so good all the time? You looked up at him as you bumped into his chest, he then slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and his face went between the crook of your neck. You got yourself up on your tippy toes and hooked your arms around his neck so you could hug him back. You were both pressed against each other so tightly it instantly made you feel safe and warm, you have missed holding him like this.

"Pull away darling if you don't want me to hug you..I have just missed your warmth, I couldn't hold myself back from embracing you" 

"Shhh loki..baby ..just sshh" he smiled as you tried to pull him in closer, if it was even possible to do so "I have missed this too" Your lips trailed softly over his neck and he sighed or hummed you couldn't figure it out. When you finally pulled away you took two steps back, you had to or you'd end up kissing him, hell you'd end up fucking him right here in this shop 

"Stay with me darling, we don't have to sleep together, we can stay in the living room, I'll pull the mattress out and you can take the sofa, I can not risk your safety knowing that creep is haunting you now" you nodded in agreement as he said that

"Is he haunting me? How would I get rid of him? Is it even possible? Like what will we have to do ? Exorcism?" 

You huffed and he linked his fingers with yours to calm you down 

"I don't know, but I'll figure it out okay?" You nodded and gave him a small smile.

When the supply of spices got delivered, He took his coat off and undid his waistcoat, then he rolled his sleeves up so he could help you fill them into the jars. You had all the jars labeled already and you both just had to fill it, everytime he got confused about a certain spice he'd ask you to take a whiff 

"That's nutmeg powder" 

"Okay this one?" He brought another wrapper up to your nose and you sniffed on it

"Cumin" 

"You're like some sort of spice wizard aren't you?" you chuckled as he said that. 

"So you travelled all the way here to help me fill the spice jars?" 

"I'd help you fill whatever you need me to fill darling" you looked at him and he looked at you, then you both started giggling in unison 

"I like this side of yours"

"What side?" He tilted his head in confusion and his brows furrowed, now that you could see his face, you started to notice how adorable he was with his facial gestures. You knew he had them before as well but most of the time you just couldn't see it because of the mask.

"You know the funny side, it's adorable" 

"Is it better than me trying to seduce you all the time?" 

"Well I enjoyed it when you..umm when you seduced me" his eyes bored straight into your soul as you said that. There's the look in his eyes  that has always enchanted you, the look that makes you want to do anything for him.

"I may have to up my game again then" he winked at you and he picked the jars from the counter to place them on the shelf. 

"Hah I'd like to see you try because I'm stronger now, I know all your seduction tricks " he turned his head to look at you, you picked the other two jars and walked to the other shelf 

"Oh sweet thing, you shouldn't have said that, what you have done now" his deep husky voice made you want to jump, his bones. Why were you riling him up knowing very well that you were supposed to be upset with him? You felt him walk right behind you then he placed his arms on the shelf, trapping you between his hot warm chiseled body and the shelf,

"You know all my tricks now huh?" He whispered softly then he placed a kiss on your neck and then your earlobe, it made you bite on your lips involuntarily

"Yessss" your voice came out raspier than you intended for it to be, he brought his right hand down from the shelf and trailed his fingers over the side of your thigh, riding your dress up and down with every flick of his fingers

"Then why are you trembling darling, I'm not even doing anything" you gasped as he pulled you closer to him, your back pressed against his chest and you put your head down on his shoulder, you have been in this position before and you have enjoyed it thoroughly. 

"I'm..notttt trembling" you mumbled proudly but your voice betrayed you. Your body isn't even yours anymore to control, it belongs to him and he knows that, that's why you had to leave, that's why you had to make you both suffer so you could get a sense of control back and you weren't going to let him win so easily this time. You turned around and looked up at him, your fingers played with the seam of his zipper, he took a shuddering breath in as you grabbed his waist, turned him around and pressed him against the shelf. Then you looked up at him innocently while your hand rubbed against his now hardening bulge. His mouth opened and closed as if to say something and then he smiled at you

"You're playing with the fire darling, and you know you'll burn, but that's exactly what you crave ..isn't it?" He whispered as he grabbed your hands and stopped your movements then he brought your hand up to kiss your fingertips one by one.

"Maybe, or maybe I'll burn you instead" 

"I'll take whatever you give me wifey" his lips were so close, you wanted to kiss him but you knew where that would lead and you didn't think you were ready for it. 

"Anything?" 

"Everything" You cursed mentally as he said that then you ran to the storage room to calm yourself down. He smiled and took a deep breath, took every ounce of self control for him to stop himself from fucking you right against that shelf. After a few minutes you came out, he was filling the rest of the jars so you started doing the same.

"We need to set boundaries" you mumbled, you couldn't even meet his eyes, you didn't want to, it made you want to fuck him

"Definitely, we definitely should set those boundaries" 

"So umm no sexual touches until I say so" 

"Okay darling". 

"You're okay with it right?' 

"Have I ever touched you without your consent?" 

"No..that's not what I ..thank you..we need to discuss a lot of things before we lose ourselves again" he nodded as you said that "also less fire puns" he chuckled and grabbed your hands in his  

"Anything you want to know or discuss, if something you want to know of my past, just ask me darling, I'm here to make things better between us, to build your trust in me again" your eyes teared up as he said that, you could see that he was being sincere but then that's how you saw him before as well

"Thank you, I appreciate that and I'm happy you came here to work things out,..I..I didn't want to lose you forever even though I thought our relationship ended..I couldn't.." he pulled you in for a hug again as soon as he heard your voice breaking. He has hurt you and scared you with his foolishness but he'd make you happy again, you're his wife and he'd give his life up for you if he had to.

"I won't let us end that way, I'm not willing to lose you now or forever. I married you, I vowed to protect you and I failed but you have bestowed this second chance upon me and I won't allow it to wither. Just need to know whether I still have your heart or not, you want me to fight for us right darling?" His eyes teared up so you hugged him. You want to fight for this too but you have went through this life changing experience and it's not easy to move on from that

"You have all of me lo..I'm just so scared of being hurt again..I used to not care before, I followed my heart and it..." 

'I know I know..I know..I'll make it better, I'll make it better, I'm sorry darling I'm sorry" he kissed your forehead again and again until you stopped sobbing then he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him

"I love you my sweet sweet wifey" you smiled at the gentle feathery tone of his voice. He does love you, you don't doubt that

"I love you too hubby" 

It felt good talking to him about your fears and him willing to give you your space, you both loved each other and you both knew that, but after the things you have been through, the foundation of your relationship has cracked and you needed to fill in those gaps. And you had a bigger problem waiting for you back at your apartment.

After calling it a day, he took you to the hotel to grab his luggage and then you took him to a diner for dinner. The waitress kept gawking at him shamelessly even though he had his wedding band on his finger. So that's what you'd have to deal with from now on too? He was a very handsome man, he has always been, you found him so handsome and sexy even with the mask on and scarred face, but other people always felt wary of him. The only time you felt threatened was when you found out about Laura and when he discussed his other wives but now you noticed every other woman looking at him and it made you jealous, so jealous.

When you both reached the apartment, you helped him get the mattress out in the living room,

"I see you're limping more than normal, why is that?" You asked him and he sighed

"Jet lagged darling, my right knee gets strained when stuck in a sitting position for too long" you furrowed your brows as he said that, you went to the kitchen and he saw you come back with a vial in your hand

"Sit down on the sofa please" he gave you a small smile and did what you asked him to instantly, then you sat down on the mattress .You rolled his pants up to his knees 

"Clove oil contains eugenol, it's a natural anesthetic, it'll help, my dad used to rub clove oil on our gums whenever we got toothaches and he'd massage my mom's legs with it when she got cramps" he looked at you in awe as he found a genuine smile on your face 

"Your parents had a lovely relationship, no wonder you're so loving" you smiled and rubbed the oil on his right knee, you could see the way his knee cap seemed protruded because of the fracture. If Victoria wasn't dead, you'd kill her yourself. He sighed in relief as you massaged the sore tendon around his joints

"Does it feel okay?" You asked him so he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss your forehead

"Where have you been all my life, my spice wizard?" you giggled 

"Right here" you spent good twenty minutes rubbing the oil over his knee, you were not joking about it being an anesthetic, he felt the numbing relief from deep within.

You placed a soft kiss on his knees after you were done, the small innocent gestures always managed to swell his heart. Why did he hurt you so badly? He was so close to losing you forever and now that fate has given him another chance, he won't squander it. He lied down on the mattress and you slept on the couch. 

"Good night lo, I'm so glad you came, I was so scared that night when I saw him" 

"I can imagine darling, I'm here now, I won't let him harm you alright? Get your sleep now, have to get your shop running by Monday " 

He interlocked his hand with yours so you won't feel scared, his comforting touch did make you fall asleep, you didn't even need a pill, but in the middle of the night you woke up to a scratching sound coming from your bedroom

"Lokiii do you hear that?" 

"From five minutes now yes" your heart started racing, it was as if someone was scratching on the back of your bedroom door from the inside. Scratch scratch scratch, it kept coming, you quickly moved down on the mattress so he sat up and pulled you in his arms 

"It's him lo, it's Steve"  your voice trembled as you spoke, 

"Stay here okay" he tried to get up but you stopped him 

"No no ..no loki what if he hurts you" you pleaded him to not go but he convinced you that he'd be fine

"I have been through worse darling, remember what I told you? They feed on your fear, if we will sit here being scared of him he'd only grow more powerful"

"I'm coming with you then" you grabbed his hand and as soon as you both headed closer to the door the noise stopped. Loki twisted the door knob and it was completely dark in there .. he placed his hand on the side of the wall to turn the lights on. You both stepped inside the bedroom and nothing seemed out of the order, but you both heard the noise very clearly. 

"He's trying to scare us," Loki said but you didn't respond. When he looked at you he found you frozen on your spot as you continued to stare at the back of the door. There was a message scratched on the back door, that's what he was doing 

"She's mine, all mine"

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[wickedsingularity]

The Not So Secret Santa Advent Calendar 2022 [December 4th]

The Not So Secret Santa Advent Calendar 2022 Masterlist

Summary: No one thought the Avengers would be back after the final battle against Thanos. But here they are, a brand new team, moving into the shiny new headquarters right in time for Christmas. They are made to do Secret Santa for team building, and Bucky sees it as an opportunity to do something special for a certain someone…

Pairings/characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (but not really), Maria Hill, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Carol Danvers, and a bunch of others in the background Warnings: None Words: 204

For @iguess-theyre-mymess​

There was a stunned silence in the room. I gaped at her and then looked around and saw that a few of the others did the same. I met Bucky's eyes across the table, and I rolled my eyes, his lips twitched in a quick smile back.

This was like pulled right out of a bad Christmas movie.

"I know," she then said and laid the tablet down on the table. "I know... It's a bit ridiculous. But it's an easy task, just write down your name and two things you'd like for Christmas, within reason of course. And then just get one of the things for the name you pick. Then we're arranging a Christmas party for the twelve of you on Christmas Eve where the exchange can happen. You might even have fun."

"I'm game," Peter said. Scott and Rhodey nodded in agreement.

"There are worse team-building exercises," Carol added.

Some of us still looked around sceptically.

"Would it help if I said that the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents have to do it too?" Maria asked. "They're grouped after clearance levels but across departments. At least you get to do it amongst yourselves."

"Yes, that helps," I said reluctantly. "Give me paper and pen."

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