#How it could be as sweet as candy~ How it's like flying in the sky~

[sulky-cabbage]

The sukugo fight can't get animated any sooner I'm craving sukugo tiktok edits

[gladiatorcunt]

🪺 - # WINTERGREEN CANDY CANE !!

cw: canon typical mind games, baby trapping/pregnancy, manipulation, reader’s emotionally constipated, tashi’s injury, cunnilingus, cockwarming, tit fucking, established tashi & patrick (there’s no feelings between them but they stay together for reader in the beginning), lactation, not rlly smut focused despite the tags, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, ambiguous baby daddy (even though the ending can be read a certain way), one mention of patrick x art, afab reader, there’s a thought about you being injured but it’s not serious, small time skip (?) type thing and implied future pregnancies, purposefully vague/unreliable narrator vibes

patrick and art’s descriptions are heavily insp. by these posts

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They never tell you that Tashi got injured on purpose. She’s too good to fall victim to what plagues so many athletes, but you don’t know that. You, her assumed rival and yet also the poster child of sportsmanship. Rivalry can bring out affection in people, it can highlight the need for someone who can understand you better than anyone else possibly could. You’ve never been anything but soft and sweet, but you can still summon the lightning streaking across the sky in your eyes when the game begins. There’s a glow around you that Tashi craves like a moth craves the shadow behind the light they fly into.

Tashi’s fall from her pedestal was painful and the hardest decision she’s ever made, but for the first time she made it for love. The set up was the easiest part, but now she has to actually make the serve. And she can’t do it alone, she’d be stupid to be blind to how her boyfriend and his best friend’s stares linger. What she and Patrick shared fizzled out a while ago, but if she lets him go, then that signs her up for a battle she’d rather avoid. Sometimes pleasure can be derived from depriving an animal of the chance to kill rather than setting it free and giving it an opportunity to go after you first.

Who knows, maybe someday you and her can share matching injuries.

Luckily, Patrick shares the same sentiment, quickly agreeing to the arrangement and plan when he visited prior to the injury. Art’s good at downplaying his toxicity, so Tashi wasn’t concerned about if he could play the part of a “worried friend”. You’ll bust into the office while she’s getting checked out to see Art there, and the infatuation you've been harboring for him will keep you in place. The queen on the chessboard who can’t really move however they please at all. Patrick will return in a “rush to see his girlfriend”, and you’ll be too intrinscingly intertwined in their web to cut yourself loose.

You weren’t the one she was playing against, but because of your “friendship” you’re there in the audience when it all goes down. The shock of something career ending happening to someone who had the most potential of anyone you’d ever seen is staggering.

You practically run to see if Tashi’s okay, and the disappointment that you might never play with her again is palpable. But she’ll be fine, you tell yourself, she has to be.

Art has already left by the time you get to the room she’s in, doing one of his parts of the plan and allowing Tashi to put everything into motion. He’s waiting nearby, running his hands through his hair as he imagines all the ways he can comfort you. Because you will need comforting later, and your future husband knows the best remedies for your incoming sadness.

You’re standing gobsmacked in front of her bandaged knee, a confirmation that this is really it. You shrug off your bag and let it slide down your arm to the cold floor. Your mouth opens but the words don’t come out. You struggle to know what to say as Tashi’s eyes meet yours.

“What am I supposed to do now, huh? My top competitors gone up and left me hanging.” You sigh, trying to keep the kicked puppy look out of your eyes.

She’s in pain and you’re making this about you. But if you and Tashi aren’t bound by Tennis, then what are you bound by. Your friendship doesn’t go beyond the court, so what do you even share now?

There’s no big declarations, no babbling where you word vomit about glad you are that she’s okay. Neither of you are those kinds of people. The energy in the air is dead, but the situation is too serious for awkward small talk. All you two can focus on is what’s ruined, but only one of you can also acknowledge what stands to be gained.

“Take a break, then.” She says plainly, a touch too proud to beg. “For me, I mean who else am I gonna let see me like this?”

That last is an attempt to lighten the mood, to use humor to point out how you’re truly the only person she’d let see her in tatters. Your eyes widen and you freeze, but then you take a seat next to the cot and take her hand. Your smile could destroy the sun, she thinks, and even if the earth was plunged into darkness you’d make it feel like there was nothing to be worried about at all.

“Okay, just for a little bit.” You chuckle and rub her shoulder delicately.

You don’t know what on earth possesses you to say it, but you realize that the absence of a challenge would drive you insane. There’s other reasons for it, ones you’re aware and ones you’re not. But you and Tashi have a way of saying just enough without ever needing to be raw and reveal what you really mean. If there’s a coherent meaning to be found.

“A little bit” ends up being forever, your pregnancies see to that.

Tashi makes Patrick and Art hinge a match solely on who’d get first crack at it; they play so savagely that you’d think they were stray dogs fighting over moldy scraps of food. She’s there when you get morning sickness and she sends the boys out with a list of what you’re currently craving at that moment. She’ll brush your hair and do your skincare for you, rubbing your belly while everyone’s asleep and telling you’re baby that she’d better be their favorite (after you of course).

Tashi takes pride in how she pleases your pussy when you’re too swollen to put in any of the work. She licks broad stripes up your soaked cunt, nipping at your clit and getting you to cream into her mouth in no time at all. She presses sweet little kisses up and down your folds, wishing you could see her love on your pussy properly. They’ve had competitions on who can make you squirt the fastest, and Tashi will never fail to mention that she’s never lost once.

Patrick gets really into cockwarming, getting you nice and settled in his lap. He has to take deep breaths so he doesn’t immediately start thrusting, he knows he has to think about the baby. But the pregnancy has made you impossibly tight, and your hormones make you go crazy for his sweat and natural musk. You’ll whine at him to hover over your head so you suck on his heavy balls. You nag about how he needs to take better care of himself, but you’ve grown to love swallowing his tangy load while you’re suffocating in his pubes.

When that happens depends on how long either of you can hold out, Patrick will tease you about how slutty you’ve been lately and squeeze your face with one hand. His cock will twitch inside of you, snug and strangled. He'll suck Art off till both of their lips are bleeding and you’ll motorboat Tashi’s tits to pass the time. You’ll start swiveling your hips somewhere along the way and his resolve will crumble like it never existed in the first place.

That’s for later though. He fastens the ugly neon cartoonish headphones over your belly and turns on the attached mic, doing storytime with the softest grin on his face.

Art on other hand likes fucking your leaking tits, he loves when drops of milk lube up the slide of his dick in the valley between them. He’ll thumb at your sensitive nipples and flick them, cooing at you when you moan and lap at his cockhead during the split second it reaches your mouths. He’ll look after your breasts outside of the bedroom. He’ll massage them and drain them for you if they’re feeling particularly sore, two of them will be latching on either tit while the third will be sucking on your tongue. His pecs bounce with every languid roll of his hips through the pocket his hands create, and he brings your hands up to them so you’ll grab on and leave scratches.

Art gives you more cum, his literal breeder balls are too big and full, and he’ll bet that he’ll give you more children. His thrusts have a certain punchy rhyme and rhythm to them while Patrick’s are sloppily enthusiastic and feral.

Art picks out supplies for the nursery with you, supporting your vision wholeheartedly and agreeing with every color and stuffed animal you choose. He and Patrick continue with their careers, and Tashi finds a way to coach them both, they need to support you and the new member of their slightly dysfunctional family. Tashi writes up the speech you give when you announce your early and extremely unexpected retirement, and she massages your feet when you collapse on the couch from the sheer emotional exhaustion. Art pecks each of your toes as she does so. Patrick plays tic tac toe against himself in the hollow of your throat.

And when the baby’s born and they can finally see who actually got you knocked up, Tashi says that maybe Patrick will get to be happy that he’s finally won something.

- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or give my works to ai

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Giant moon goddess in one piece?

-It was an unusually calm night, there was no wind, and no waves, the Sunny was completely still under the bright moonlight. But that just made for perfect conditions for a drinking party!

-Plenty of drinks and booze, music, dancing and just having fun, the Straw Hats were enjoying themselves, having a rare calm moment.

-A large shooting star streaked across the sky and they all called out in amazement before calling out their various wishes, money, more food, more drink, adventures, cotton candy, and more.

-They weren’t expecting the start to suddenly change course, turning sharply and charged towards them, making many of them scream out in fear.

-The star hit hard into the ocean before them, causing a massive wave to hit the ship, one that nearly had it tipping over if it hadn’t been for Franky’s failsafe, to keep it from tipping.

-Luffy ran to the edge of the ship, seeing the bright glow under the waves, and his eyes widened as it got closer and closer, as if it was surfacing.

-A large pair of hands, ones that seemed to be even more massive than the largest giant, Oars, picked up the ship, to keep it from rocking as a massive figure emerged from the water.

-Long flowing hair that seemed to shine like the moon itself, dark colored eyes that looked to house stars, and a soft, sweet smile against milky white skin- you were stunning.

-Gaping mouths and wide eyes were all that you had seen across the ship as you smiled, lowering it back into the water as you shrunk down, “Forgive me if I startled you- I heard you all calling out and I thought you were calling out to me.”

-Brook immediately bowed at the waist, in awe of you, “May I see your panties?!” before several of them whacked him on the head, disciplining him.

-You didn’t seem bothered, lowering yourself a bit more as Sanji had hearts for eyes, telling you how beautiful you were, as Luffy had stars for eyes, “Who are you?!”

-His enthusiasm was refreshing, and it made you smile, “My name is Y/N- I am a moon goddess.” They all seemed stunned at your words, as they had dealt with ‘gods’ before, but there was something different about you- something ethereal, unearthly.

-Jinbei, being well versed, gave you a toothy grin, “I often heard tales about how a moon goddess could be seen on calm nights. Seems like it’s not a tale after all!”

-You smiled softly, giving him a small nod, “You are correct young one, I like to spread my wings and fly on clear nights, as I like how the sparkling lights dance on the calm waters below.”

-Jinbei seemed a bit flustered, being called young one, as if he were a child, but if you were a moon goddess, you were way older than he was.

-The Straw Hats welcomed you to their party, despite not being able to accommodate you for food or drink, but you didn’t mind- you just enjoyed being included.

-Zoro and Sanji showed off for you, using their combat skills to fight one another, at least until it got serious and Nami had to punch them, sending them both to the ground, “Knock it off!!”

-Chopper was initially scared of you, since you were so large, but he quickly learned that you were very gentle and kind, despite your massive size.

-Robin and Franky both asked you questions, mostly about the past, wanting to know if you had seen technology and civilizations of the past, “I have seen many things come and go- as much as it pains me to say but nothing lasts forever. But I always enjoy watching you humans build and discover- it’s never the same each time.”

-Usopp was bragging to you, trying to make himself feel big in your eyes, but he didn’t need to, as you found him amusing on his own.

-Luffy was so warm, so welcoming, there was something about him, something special but also familiar. A flash of someone crossed your mind for a moment, a bright smile on his face and your eyes softened, happy to feel his warmth once again.

-As the moon began to set and sun began to rise you rose out of the water, showing your long flowing dress that looked to be black with jewels littering it, almost like the night sky, “My time is coming for us to say goodbye until we meet again.”

-They all cheered up at you, calling out to you, thanking you for the evening and you smiled softly, “And thank you all. It was nice to meet new friends, as well as an old one.” As you said this, you looked at Luffy, who was confused, wondering what you had meant.

-You parted with another smile, floating up before taking off into the sky, rejoining the stars before streaking across the sky once more, like a shooting star.

-They all looked at Luffy, wondering if he knew what you meant by an old friend. His hands came to his hips, a big smile on his face as he laughed warmly. They all smiled, a bit exasperated with their captain, it seemed only he knew the secret, for now.

[kikijackson-blog]

A Relaxing Day At The Beach

Readers 18+ Only

Summary: You spend a lazy day at the beach with the boys. Inspiration for this came from yet another Lana Del Rey song called Music To Watch Boys To. Hope you like. Mentions of Angel, Creeper, Coco, Gilly and Ez.

WARNINGS: Just some light language and naughtiness.

You dig your toes into the warm sand, the smell of the ocean and sounds of the waves crashing onto shore always took you to a special place, one of peace and tranquility. You could easily fall asleep, the ocean waves and songs of seagulls flying over the sky was like nature’s lullaby. On any other day you would have already dozed off but this day was not like any other day.

“Ey, watch what the fuck you doin’. You damn near knocked my beer out of my hand.” Gilly shouted to Coco who had bumped into him.

That was the third fight that had broken out in the half hour that you’d been here. Kids. It was like watching kids fighting over petty things. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. It’s like they look for any excuse to start shit, like they don’t know any other way, it’s all they’ve known you surmise. You put your headphones on, the ones with the flowers on them. You roll your eyes and hit play on your phone, the sounds of Smashing Pumpkins’ ‘Today’ flowing through your ears drowns out their shouts. No, there would be no peaceful napping on the beach today.

Still it was quit amusing watching them argue now that you couldn't hear them. Using body language and your knowledge of their individual personalities, you could imagine quite accurately what they were saying to each other or re-imagine what they were arguing about. You make a game of it, adding your own narrative to the scene.

“That ain’t my fault though. You shoulda had a better grip on it.” he grinned but Gilly wasn’t haven’t it. Gilly gets in his face and Coco bracing himself for a fight. 

You wonder how far this will go before someone intervenes. You always like to watch Coco get all worked up, he’s very… passionate. It often leaves the mind wondering if he’s that passionate in all things. It doesn’t take very long before Ez is there trying to break it up.

You look around and find Creeper hitting on a random girl he just met, or at least attempting to in his own way. Large breasted and nearly half his age, the woman was clearly out of his league but he was either oblivious or didn’t care. Wild horses couldn’t drag away Creeper’s confidence. He’s showing her all his battle wounds. You wonder as he points to one in particular why he thinks that would actually work but it does. The girl’s face softens up and you could almost hear the ‘ay, poor baby.’ as she traces one of his scars. He of course is all smiles reminiscent of a kid in a candy shop. Oh he is trying to fill his bag with sweets today.

He tried that on you once but it hadn’t work. You had just snickered and said, “well maybe next time don’t get shot.” That had led the entire club in an uproar of cackles and ribbing on Creeper but he didn’t care. If it had bothered him it did not show one bit. He’d just smiled innocently at you, “that’s okay y/n, one day you’ll change your mind and I promise I won’t mock you when you do but I might make you beg for it.”

You turn your attention to the ocean but it's not the waves that have caught your eye. It’s the tall dark haired man walking out of the water that you are drawn to. Beads of salt water trickling down his body, you count each one only to lose count as a new one falls down. One particular drop catches your gaze and you follow it down to his abs. You’ve heard of washboard abs but your curious as a kitten mind questions if you could actually wash your delicates on it. A naughty smile creeps across your face as you imagine yourself washing your panties on those abs while still wearing them, you bite down on your lower lip to hide it and begin singing along to distract yourself from your own fantastically kinky thoughts. 

The drop you’ve been following takes its painfully slow time to make its way down, further down, way down until it reaches its final destination, the very edge of his black swimsuit. Leave it to Angel to be wearing speedos. Unaware that you were even still gawking you let out an audible gasp loud enough to both snap you out of the most delicious thoughts and get the others’ attention but you paid no mind. Angel’s eyes were on you now and there was a storm brewing there, a dangerous one. One of amusement, desire and lots of mischief.

“You like what you see, babygirl.” It was a statement not a question. Like he knew he was that hot, like he knew if he just reached between your legs he’d find your bikini bottoms soaked. That ego and the confidence of this man was through the roof.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answer in your sweet good girl voice.

Oh yes there was definitely a storm coming, one that promised to fulfill all unspoken fantasies, even those you’ve never acknowledged to yourself.

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More Angel? Yes, I'll have some!

[vitaminseetarot]

PAC: Messages From Your Spirit Guides 🌬🌨🛎

Sup y'all, I'm back for another reading on what your spirit guides have to say! We are approaching a powerful micromoon on Friday night into Saturday morning, and I hope these piles will help you with whatever you're manifesting or clearing out of your life.

Sidenote: I have been in the background trying to get my Paypal account working so I can have the chance to finally offer paid readings. I know some of you have been asking me about when I'll be doing private readings! Long story short, Paypal thought I was a bot and locked me out of my account. (They won't even tell you it's locked, it'll just act like your password isn't working, lol) After struggling for a while, I had to actually call for support. 😅

It's all fixed (for) now! I'm now going over some ideas for what readings I will offer. They will likely be basic 1 and 3 card type spreads for starters. I'll fill you in when more details are hashed out. I'm still also planning another game in March, so stay tuned.

So let's dive into your readings! You can either pick your pile option through the palette cards or the corresponding pictures below for your quick message.

Pile 1 - Lavender Sky Pile 2 - Air Blue Pile 3 - Snowfall Pile 4 - Rainwater

Pile 1

Lavender Sky, Sweetness, Lava; V Hierophant, Queen of Wands, 3 of Cups, 10 of Cups

Pile 1, the guide (or guides) contacting you is the type to play it by the book. They know how to fill your cup because they've gone through it too. This is likely a passed ancestor in your family, though it doesn't have to be. Just someone who's really gone through it thick and thin while living on Earth, experiencing the highs and lows of existence. They're guiding you because they've been in your shoes. Their message is simple. They want offer you a cup of cheer. Although that's traditionally a Christmas saying, I picture of cup of healing tonic being passed to you. It's rich and warm, like a cappuccino or spiced chai. They invite you to sit down and relax with a similar soothing beverage.

I heard lyrics from the Evanescence song "Imaginary" while pulling out the palette card. "In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby, I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me." I'm sensing some detachment. They say you've been spending a lot of time closed off into your own inner world and not communicating as much as you'd like to, but not out of loneliness. In fact, this time alone may have revitalized you, or you may consider it a comfort zone to be in. You could have been laying dormant, working on yourself, wondering when it's finally time to stretch.

But the Queen of Wands, as confident as she is (and you are), truly enjoys being around others. It's where her light shines. If she wants to perform, she wants to do it with a crowd. If she speaks, she wants it to be with another. She knows her light, but it's not enough; the light must expand outward and be shared. Imagine that, instead of shining only in your mind, your creative abilities and unique personality can stand out in the real world to be seen and heard. For your unique truth to be recognized and lauded.

Your guides would gently like you to get out of your head a little. You have a bright mind and a caring disposition. There is no reason to hold yourself back from healthy communities. Your affirmation card says, "My truth flows through me gracefully." Holding your emotions and true self back is useless, anyway. The lava will come spilling out one way or another. Use that strong confident energy you have when alone, and channel it to reach out and connect with other people. Things likely will turn out better than you could have imagined. This could be your year for forming great new friendships that may even stand the test of time, if you're up for it.

I'm getting a lot of people in this pile may identify as shy or socially awkward. Your guides see your struggle and know this isn't an overnight event, it can a long haul process to come out of one's shell. And if reaching out to people in real life is still too difficult, please know that your guides are with you. They are available to talk whenever you need them. I suggest working with candles (safely!) or water scrying as possible methods for communication.

Pile 2

Air Blue, Ghost, Bee; 0 Fool, 9 of Cups, 5 of Wands, 7 of Swords

You received two affirmation cards in this reading because the yellow rose fell out almost immediately: it says "I am at peace in my life. I am at peace in the world. I'm getting some strong anxiety with this pile. It feels like the anxiety experienced on a regular basis. It's a strong contrast to your guide's energy, which is carefree and lackadaisical. I hear they can be a bit of a prankster with you? I'm seeing someone getting frustrated with computer equipment or some other machinery like a cash register. Really riding on that Mercury retrograde energy when it's there, they're opportunists. This could be your guide's primary way of talking with you, by causing strange and chaotic things to happen that put a brief halt in your day-to-day life.

It may seem somewhat cruel that a guide would 'tease' like this, but they keep pointing at the yellow rose, which symbolizes friendship. They have reached out and offered support in the normal, usual ways, but there's a sense of denying and not returning in the interaction? Have you ever met them? If you want to connect with your guides, the first step is to acknowledge that they're there and that they're reaching out to you. Otherwise they'll start to act like cats who sit on books and knock glasses over just to get your attention, if they want it badly enough. They can get even urgent about speaking at times, I heard the song "Urgent" by Foreigner.

They want you to see that things aren't as bad as they seem to be in the present, though. They disrupt your day precisely to get across that somewhere, you're getting yourself stuck in a rut. They're there to help you break bad cycles of thought that aren't helping you. It's an odd way of doing it, but if you can reach out to them and learn from them, they won't always be like this. It's only because they want you to embrace life like every day is a new beginning. Allowing yourself to get worked up in fear sets up the day for exactly that. They see your capacity for joyful and successful working and living and want to bring that out in you.

You may have times where you have very high hopes for something to happen in your favor, only to burst into panic when one little thing falls out of place or goes wrong, even if it gets resolved. Your guides aren't trying to work you into a tizzy; they want to teach you how to handle the day's hiccups with more ease instead of relying on control all the time. They want you to speak positive affirmations to yourself on a regular basis with the idea that peace and ease are available to you. Your other card says, "I can speak powerfully with ease." Your words are strong, especially what you say to yourself in earnest. Speak your wishes out and your guide will listen. Bottle it up too much, and your guide will find a way to pour it out for you. Focus on the BEST outcomes!

And if your anxiety still feels like it's getting debilitating, your guide will support you in getting you any outside help that you need. Ultimately, they want to see you thrive, both inside and outside chaos, even if their methods are unconventional.

Pile 3

Falling Snow, Fear, Swan; 9 of Cups, 3 of Swords, Page of Coins, 5 of Wands, VII Chariot

Pile 3, your guide is a colorful and gentle being, I'm picturing someone childlike here with the Page of Coins. This guide flourishes in nature and the innocently playing with their creations. Perhaps you're an artist or someone devoted to a craft that brings out your inner child, your unique joy? This being wants to guide you in these endeavors. Your guide embodies a playful spirituality, far from religious status and regulations. They enjoy seeing ideas come to life.

It seems like you've been calling out for help in dealing with relationships in your life, or lack thereof. If it isn't to do with love or people, the Swan card could suggest a creative passion that you already have in mind. You see this person or passion as the "One" you've been praying for, the "One" to forever come or stay in your life. Your guide wants you to begin by seeing that you are the "One" you've been looking for. See that there are two swans in the card. One of them is you, seeking the kind of beauty that's already blossoming atop your head.

I'm drawn in by the purple flowers. If you work with chakras, your crown chakra is calling for your attention. Your affirmation card says, "I am connected to the wisdom of the universe." You may have recently been hurt from a relationship, or you've been worried that dating seems far away from you. The kind of school to help you hone your talent may feel at a distance. I'm getting 5 of pentacle vibes with the Falling Snow card, like the opportunity is "snowed in". But it's an illusion; you're moving faster and more suddenly through life than you may believe, though there are times when relationships don't work out, or we get turned down from an opportunity that looked to be beneficial to us.

It's okay to be honest about how sucky rejections feels. Your guide, as playful and rambunctious as they are, wants to hold your hand with a compassionate smile. They can see the flowers blooming beneath the snow, but understand that you have a right to process how you feel. Their main encouragement to you is to give yourself the time, just as spring has time to thaw from winter. In due time, you'll be feeling better again once you've given yourself the chance to mend your heart. I shuffled an extra card for 5 of Wands, which gave me Chariot. You will be able to move on, through the fearsome fire and smoke, to the other side. Allow yourself to heal, then allow yourself to proceed, knowing you won't be burned like that again.

If pile 2 resonates with you in any way, I recommend checking it out. There are messages there about dealing with fear and speaking out kinder thoughts to yourself. See yourself and your creations as the beautiful swan, even if circumstances leave you feeling like the ugly duckling. Your guide only sees the beauty and laughter in you.

Pile 4

Rainwater, Sadness, Ladybug; 3 of Cups, 4 of Cups, X Wheel of Fortune, 10 of Wands

It seems clear to me that your guide is heavily connected to water in some way, be it the rain or the ocean (it all runs together any way). They appear to me as very old and wise, like an ancient sea spirit. Far from hermitage, they are connected to all life underwater, as well as the water that flows through us. They're pointing out to me the way everything in life follows a cycle. The powers of the water and the moon demonstrate this on a regular basis, showing how the essential patterns of water can be found in other parts of life as well, even if abstractly. See, for example, how cats can squeeze themselves into jars like liquid, or how crowds of people can flow like streams. When we talk about rain, we can think of either abundance or loss. Rain can represent the release of powerful emotions, or it can bring life to withering crops. To understand water magic is to see how versatile the power is.

Your guide wants to let you know that your life follows an ebb and flow like the tides of the sea. There may come times when it floods over and all feels hopeless. There may also come days when the cool rain shower comes as a welcome on dry and dreary days. Your guide says there is nothing inherently wrong with you, if you are feeling a bad streak of luck. They (though I'm feeling a strong feminine energy here) want to help you with your perspective on life. You are not 'deserving' of bad things to happen, they say, as it's an unhelpful belief to deal with troubling situations. Life happens around us, and many times we get caught in hurricanes caused by others, or by our own actions. These ebbs and flows stop for absolutely no one.

We, as people, should be more drawn to compassion towards each other because of this. I'm getting worldly energy when I channel the guide's connection to you, like your guide is a deity like figure or you are highly attuned to the earth in some way. You may feel drawn towards this need for giving and receiving compassion. Though what I sense your guide is pointing at refers to boundaries. It's dear to them that you feel connected to the world's energy, or to the pain that mother nature and her people feel, but please practice boundaries so you can give yourself a chance to breathe and live your own life instead of letting psychic woes eat at you.

Your guide wants to assure you that luckier times are ahead. The Wheel of Fortune combined with the Ladybug shows that you have the chance to count the blessings in your life to attract more of the same. To attract good luck and abundance for you is to do the same for others. Imagine if emotions were contagious, and you had the chance to spread good luck around by changing your perspective? Your affirmation card says, "I am able to let go of all sadness and negative emotions that don't serve me." There are times when things get turbulent, but don't let it stop you from getting ahead.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[4tsukiiim1rai]

RL as Twice quotes or songs idk

Cassandra

"I don't wanna wanna be up no no more oh

I don't wanna wanna be up up all night again

I don't wanna I don't wanna waste my time

Oh 깊어진 이 밤이 끝날 수 있을까 oh" (Oh deepened night, will it end?)

Up no more-Eyes Wide Open

(She's the whole song)

Donna

"You make me feel special

세상이 아무리 날 주저앉혀도 (앉혀도) (No matter how the world bring me down)

아프고 아픈 말들이 날 찔러도 (Even when hurtful words stab me)

네가 있어 난 다시 웃어 (I smile again cuz you're there)

That's what you do"

Feel Special

(OK BUT SHE WOULD BE A MINA BIASED)

Bela

"And you know, you turn my whole world upside down

Catch me before I ever hit the ground

And I'd do the same for you, oh, whoa"

I Got You-With You-th

(She likes You Get Me)

Daniela

"I wanna know 사탕처럼 달콤하다는데 (How it could be as sweet as candy)

I wanna know 하늘을 나는 것 같다는데 (How it's like flying in the sky)

I wanna know, know, know, know

What is love? 사랑이 어떤 느낌인지 (What love is like)

I wanna know 하루 종일 웃고 있다는데 (How it keeps smiling all day)

I wanna know 세상이 다 아름답다는데 (How whole world turns beautiful)

I wanna know, know, know, know

What is love? 언젠간 나에게도 사랑이 올까?" (Will love come to me someday?)

What is love?

(Did I put the whole chorus?? Yes)

Angie

"You got me, I think we're in trouble, baby

Yeah, that's trouble

I like this trouble"

Trouble-Between 1&2

(I can't think in something better... And she would be a Chaeyoung Biased)

Alcina

"When they talk about me they all saying, "Oh, I love her!"

I ain't seeing no lies, look here, I'm the highlight

If you had my love, you'd love me for your whole life"

Icon-Formula of love O+T=<3

(Idk she give me Icon vibes)

Miranda

"Hey, boy

Look, I'm gonna make this simple for you

You got two choices

Yes or yes?"

Yes Or Yes

(She actually write the whole song)

(And MC is that part of Doughnut where it says "Our love loop")

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Chapter 5: The Hunger

“Whereas I am a victim, of your carnivorous, lunar activities.” ~ An American Werewolf In London

He hurried down the corridor, keeping his weight on the balls of his feet to avoid making too much noise or drawing attention to himself as he hurried past numerous closed doors of sleeping agents.

Slinking past corridors and hugging corners, all Cole could think of was getting the hell out of dodge and making as much distance between him and the range.

What was that? What did he do? How could he have done that?

He felt almost no pain coming from his hands, they no longer shook from throwing his bare fists against hard leather numerous times. His knuckles no longer bled and his fingers had stopped trembling - the rest of his body could not say the same. He shook with anxiety, his breath was hard to catch all of a sudden. He had to stop, halting in the middle of another long corridor and placing his back against the wall. The cold metal wall felt so refreshing against his back all sweaty from his sudden bouts of aggression. His Blackwatch fatigues felt so heavy all of a sudden as well, like he was wearing nothing but lead.

He was expecting someone to shout for him; Reyes, Morrison, someone over the damn intercoms, anyone for what he did, order him to go straight to someone’s office and get the ass reaming of a lifetime. He wanted to vomit from how horrible he was feeling at this point, an awful mixture of anxiety and anger that could never mix well.

And then something caught him, hooking him as though he were a fish being reeled in. It shocked him right out of his anxiety as though he had been smacked across the face.

A smell. Not a sight or a sudden sound (like Reyes or Morrison shouting his name at the top of their lungs). A smell.

It was the smell that had caught his attention suddenly, a smell that had stirred up something inside of him that made him crave. It calmed him suddenly as well, easing his tensed nerves. He felt his insides churn, his chest fluttering as his mouth moistened. It suddenly became hard to think straight.

It smelled divine; sweet and sultry like the finest of wines, salty and savory like the sweetest of candies. It clouded his mind with temptation, controlling him as a puppet, following his nose towards the scent down a familiar path.

Down a long hallway, over a short sky bridge and under the overhead of the Blackwatch symbol to their very small wing in the back of the facility, Cole had stopped at the first door on the left: His door. His door that the smell had been coming from. It was even more potent standing right before the metal door than it did just down the hall.

His heart was pounding in his ears, his blood roaring through his veins, sparks flying up his spine.

He was suddenly hungry. For what, he didn’t know. He was hungry for whatever lied behind the door.

He heard humming coming from behind the door, soft and sultry, not really following a pattern or rhythm, the sound sent tingles through him, making him feel things he never knew he could feel.

It was your voice. Your voice echoed in his room, he could hear you walking around inside but he didn’t try to enter, something was holding him back.

You were inside, so why did he hesitate on going inside?

He stared at the holo pad that sat right at the side of the door, awaiting his pin to be put in to let him inside. It was as if the world had stopped turning, like time had stopped suddenly as he slowly reached out towards the pin pad. Four repeated beeps filled the silent hallway, and yet your humming didn’t cease, he heard you still walking around in his room even as the door quickly slid open.

The smell had smacked into him like an oncoming truck, nearly running over and knocking him back.

He saw that his room had been cleaned up, clothes either put into the hamper to be cleaned or back into his closet. The bed was neatly made with a new set of sheets, black sheets with a blue flannel comforter and the pillows were neatly fluffed and laid to rest in cases of heather gray. The curtains had been drawn, the tableside lamp was left on in a dimmed mode. A candle had been lit, one of the vanilla rum candles he loved so much that was very much not up to code with Reyes.

Cole took one step into his room, just far enough to allow the door to slide closed behind him.

He peered farther into the room to see the bathroom light was on, your shadow in the doorway. Your humming was music to his ears, lulling away the anxiety that riddled his insides raw, the incoherent pattern calming his panicking mind.

“Cole? Is that you?” you called from the bathroom.

“Yeah-” he paused to gulp, “darlin’ I’m back.”

Your shadow disappeared from the doorway as you stepped into his line of sight. Cole’s heart started to pound hard in his ears to the point he could barely hear you.

You looked like an absolute sin. Your hair had been done up just right, barely pushed away from your face, gloriously messy and framing your gorgeous face just right. Your face was painted, eyelids smokey and lips a gorgeous ruby red with glassy gloss glazed over. He wanted to kiss off your lipstick, he wanted to bury his fingers in your hair. The closer you got to him, the more your scent drove him close to losing it. You had to have been wearing some sort of perfume that was made with witchcraft or something, he wanted to bury his nose into your neck and kiss it raw.

He felt himself stir as he stood there, caught like a deer in headlights as he looked you over.

His fatigues had started to grow tight down south.

You were dressed in black silks and lacey pieces, hidden just barely by a silky black robe you had on that was barely closed at the waist. He could see through the plunge of your neckline for your breasts cupped beautifully by your brasserie. It was a new one he hadn’t seen before. In this kind of life, it rarely offered you both a moment like this, especially for you to find pieces like these. He could see that pearls were sewn in between the cups to form a heart that nestled just right between your breasts. He could see your panties; Black to match the bra, they sat high on your waist it seemed, and the same pearl design was stitched in right below your navel, all tied together by the littlest of white bows he had ever seen. You were wearing black lace garters, attached on both thighs halfway up, holding up black cotton knee-high socks that him stir where he stood.

You looked like a goddess before him.

“I heard you had a rough day today, I thought you could use some cheering up,” you said in your damn perfect voice.

Your eyes fluttered at him, and your painted lips curled into a sweet smile.

“You gonna cheer up little ol’ me, puddin’?” He took a step closer to you, closing the distance even more. “And how do you plan on doin’ that?”

Without a word, you reached before you and undid the very loose knots of your robes. You shrugged it off, allowing it to bunch at your elbows before you gathered it and dropped it to the floor. Cole’s heart nearly stopped at the sight. Your little set had really left little to the imagination. He could see all of your curves and edges, see the length of your legs and your delicious hips.

Breathing through his nose as best as he could, he couldn’t help the strain in his underwear.

Something in him snapped.

He lunged at you, hands grabbing at your hips, and hoisted you up, practically throwing you onto his bed. You gasped as you bounced on the bed, eyes wide as you looked at him with wide eyes. You leaned back against the mattress, spreading your legs by the knees, your lips curling back into a smirk as Cole loomed over you.

He’s sure he must have been a sight to behold. Sweaty and out of breath, still in his messy Blackwatch fatigues, panting up a storm as he stalked towards you on the bed like a predator.

Cole snatched up one of your ankles, dragging you closer as you let out a small yelp. His other hand came down to the side of your head, caging you underneath him. Leaning in, he sniffed at your neck, getting a noseful of your perfume, driving himself even deeper into his little trench of lust.

Cole removed his hand grabbing at the sheets next to your body to snatch at the waistband of your panties, fingers curling into the elastic band and dragged them down the length of your legs and off your person. Cole had tossed them over his shoulder without a second thought.

The smell radiating off of you made it hard to think straight, Cole’s vision was swaying and he found himself panting like a wild animal over you.

He leaned down and got close to your naked sex, your ankle still in one of his hands, his other hand was fisting the sheets next to your hip, wanting so badly to grab at your waist and sink his fingertips into your flesh. With every gentle touch he made, you jumped under him. Cole’s nose barely brushed your wet core and you whimpered out, begging for him. He had knelt to the ground to get as close as he could to you.

Cole’s tongue parted your walls, splitting you open like opening petals of a rose. His tongue was met your wet heat, tongue dipping deeper into your pussy as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Your back curled, the back of your head dug deeper into the plush covers of the bed, you lifted your ass off of the bed to bring yourself closer to Cole’s mouth. Growling softly, Cole pressed his face closer, tongue digging deeper inside as he licked at your slick heat. You tasted more wonderful than any meal he ever had, sweeter than any pie he ever ate. You tasted like the most expensive wine in the world, and he was one lucky son of a bitch to drink from you.

You grew wetter and wetter as the seconds passed by, soft moans and mewls turned to needy groans and begging. Sweat had started to grow on your forehead, your hair was sticking to your skin, and your other leg had hitched itself over one of Cole’s broad shoulders. Cole continued to lick at your rosebud, groaning and growling into your sensitive bud to strike a cry out of you.

Your breathing had quickened, your chest fluttering, and your eyes were squeezed tight, he could practically feel it where he sat kneeled by the edge of the bed. His dick was aching at this point, begging him to just fuck you already.

But something inside of him wanted to prolong this.

You came suddenly on his face, Cole humming with pleasure as he licked at your clit for your juices. You tasted even sweeter after you came, like something straight out of a dream, like heaven itself had just poured a bit out of you.

Cole withdrew his face from your rosebud, he was sure he looked at the part too. His lips and chin are left with whatever remains of your climax, his soul patch glistening in the candlelight as he stood.

You looked so gorgeous laying down before him, out of breath and flushed, eyes looking at him all dreamy and hair sticking to your face. Your painted lips had been parted a bit as you panted, they still held that glassy shine Cole swore he could see his reflection off of. He wanted to kiss the gloss right off, he wanted you to leave lipstick marks all over his neck and his face and his chest.

Cole wanted to toy with you some more as well.

Cole stood at the end of the bed and had grabbed ahold of both of your ankles gently, fingernails biting into the soft material of your knee-high stockings. He had brought them to his waist, allowing you to lazily lock them behind his back before bringing one hand back to you while his other traveled to your thigh.

His hand carefully overlapped your nether lips. You whined softly at the touch. Cole knew what you wanted; His dick, not his damn hand. But he wanted to really work you open.

His index finger slowly dipped between your petals, slowly reopening them again. You were still wet, his finger easily gliding against your walls. You were so soft to the touch, it was unreal. He had replaced his index with his middle finger, his fingertip dipping down into your core and splitting you open even more. You were already tight around his finger, he was salivating at the pleasure his cock would receive. He could just feel it, your walls tight around his cock, plush walls squeezing against his girth in all of the right ways. It was driving him crazy not being inside of you right now.

You whimpered as he pumped his finger in and out of you, your hands grabbing at the sheets, turning your head to the side to try to breathe better. Your eyes squeezed closed, your legs tightened around Cole’s waist.

He had started out slow with you, only starting to quicken the pace with his middle finger when he would notice you would catch your breath and start to get accustomed to the feeling of his finger inside of you.

The leftover of your climax was all he needed, and soon, he had slipped in his index finger. His hand on your thigh tightened, nails biting into your soft flesh and grabbing at your skin.

You whined even louder when he had slipped in his index, your head craning back to reveal your neck. Cole stared at it with deep intent, he stared at the columns of your throat, he could help but think of how good it would look all marked up to hell and back with bruises and bite marks. He could even picture you fussing over them when you would wake up to get ready in your uniform, trying to find a way to cover them up while badgering him about it for a while.

Cole had quickened his pace again, placing his thumb on your clitoral hood to help speed up as he curled his finger inward just a bit. He gripped harder onto your thigh, you tightened your legs around him. You were letting out sharp cries and lewd little moans, arching your back upwards as he finger fucked you for god knows how long. Your hands flew to Cole’s broad shoulders, your sharp nails biting into the fatigues shoulders. You opened your eyes briefly to catch him staring down intently at you, a flush plastered across his face as well as his honey-brown eyes staring right into yours.

You were panting like a dog, whining and jerking around under his touch.

And you were only growing wetter underneath him.

Cole had managed to slip in his ring finger, pumping his fingers in and out of you like a well-oiled machine. He felt your walls tightening around his digits, you were so warm and wet inside.

“Cum for me, darlin’,” he ordered, staring directly at you. Your hands grabbed at his shoulders, fabric threatening to rip under your grasp.

“Cum around my fingers, I know you want to. Yer gonna cum and I’m gonna fuck ya into this mattress. I don’ care who the fuck hears,” he snarled down at you.

You couldn’t help but whine. He knew you were close, just barely tipping over the edge. You already were close, the coils inside of you were tightening once again until they white-hot inside of you.

You came with a sudden shout, your arms releasing Cole’s shoulders and your legs trembled under Cole’s grip.

Cole had pulled his hand away, nearly transfixed by how his fingers glistened in the candlelight from your climax. The smell you gave off was more intoxicating than any whiskey he would ever drink, he wanted to get drunk off of you.

He felt too hot and too caged all of a sudden by his clothes. He backed away, clawing at the collar and yanking on the zipper, somehow managing to loosen it just enough for him to shed and shake it off of him like a dog coming in out of the rain. His fingers had snatched at the waistband of his boxers as he quickly shed those two, tossing them to the floor and kicking them out of the way without a care in the world.

His dick sprung free, fully erect and practically throbbing to be inside of you. He was fully nude before you in a matter of seconds, panting like a dog as he looked down at you on the mattress with a primal hunger in his eyes.

Your legs were trembling against the bed, your face sweaty and strands of hair were clinging to your forehead and cheeks. You were out of breath, looking up at him with wide eyes, watching his every move.

Cole suddenly was on top of you, pinning you to the mattress as his hands snatching at your waist, fingers digging into your hot flesh. He barely gave you any time before he started up again, the head of his cock started to slowly split your wet folds, rubbing his cock with your nectar that had made a bit of a mess under you. He teased at your entrance, barely putting the slightest bit of pressure against your womanhood to tease you open once again until he had finally driven the head of his cock in.

The whine you let out as he sank himself into you drove him mad as he plunged himself deeper inside of you. The way your walls welcomed him, fluttered around his girth, drank up the precum that had pearled out.

“Please,” you whimpered, “Cole, please.”

Your breathing was rapid the longer he took inside of you, barely moving as he enjoyed the feeling of your silk walls around him.

“Please what darlin’? What do ya want me to do?” he finally spoke up as he drank up the ecstasy in the air.

His eyes finally met your, honey-brown hues making contact with your beautiful eyes he could look at all day and night.

“Fuck me, Cole,” you ordered.

It was like a lever had been flipped. The sweet and soft Cole went flying out the door.

Something starving inside of him took over.

He ramped up his pace, he fucked you fast and hard. He slammed himself in and out of you, reveling in how your walls wrapped so perfectly around his length. Cole let out guttural moans and threw his head back a bit, his mouth hung open as he found it hard to breathe. His voice was deep, dark and heavy in his chest as he groaned and hissed as he pistoned his hips like a well-oiled machine.

You whimpered and moaned, clawing at Cole’s shoulders and back, nails biting into his skin as he fucked you without mercy. You arched your back off of the mattress, the sheets greedily drinking up the sweat from your body as they clung to your balmy skin.

Your walls fluttered around him, you were so tight and warm and wet inside, it was almost too much for him to handle. The smell of you surrounding him, the sight of you in lingerie, all of this pent up stress.

No wonder he was fucking you like an animal.

He didn’t know how long you both were at it, time melted away as Cole fucked you into the mattress, fucking you passionately. He held onto you for dear life under him, he shook as the sudden cool air drifting in from the fan pranced across his sweaty and naked back. Cole looked back down at you. You looked so perfect; all hot and bothered, your body trembling beneath his touch all shiny and warm from being aroused and fucked, your eyes heavy with lust and straining to stay open as you looked into his eyes, having climaxed twice now. He was determined to make you do it again.

He wished you both could do this forever, make passionate love without a care in the world, no war or fighting or dealing with Overwatch’s bullshit. He wanted to stay with you forever, entangled in the sheets and live in eternal bliss.

You suddenly cried out, the back of your head burying itself in the sheets that had now been tugged up and off of the mattress, your mouth hung open as you gasped for air. He felt your walls fluttering around him quickly, only spurring him to fuck you even faster, nearly smashing his hips against yours quickly. He wanted to go as deep as he could, explore everything you had to offer, and just hearing the noises you make when he hits all of the right spots is spurring him on even more. His hips were snapping back and forth quickly, the bed was rocking and the headboard - thank fuck it was a platform bed just barely pulled away from the walls - was swinging just a bit back and forth. He honestly couldn’t care if anyone bothered him about the noise. The five team members were lucky that their rooms were spaced out farther than the Overwatch agents; Which would explain why you loved to sleep in Blackwatch’s little wing rather than your room. Hell, you were stationed between Torbjorn and Reinhardt, he was shocked you got any sleep at all when you didn’t spend the night in Blackwatch’s wing.

As Cole pistoned his cock inside of you, he could only think of more ways to have a little more fun with you. He’d love to get away with fucking you somewhere a little more public, maybe the little lounge Blackwatch has or stowed away somewhere in one of the practice ranges? He would love to try the idea you brought up: Fucking in Reyes’ broom closet of an office.

Just the thought of having you bent over a desk trying to be as quiet as possible mixed with the thrill of almost getting caught by his boss of all people sent a pleasurable chill down his spine that went right to his dick.

Cole could feel it, he was going to cum. The coils inside of him grew tighter and hotter, it was burning inside of him. He hissed, gritting his teeth as he sank his fingertips deeper into your skin. He was openly moaning softly with every thrust, hissing when your walls squeeze him just right. He could feel himself stiffen up just right before he came apart inside of you.

He released himself, cumming inside of you with a shout. He rocked himself inside of you, completely drunk on the feeling of your walls milking him for everything he had until he had grown soft inside of you.

You came suddenly, walls closing in around his thick cock as you cried out below him. You sank your nails just deep enough into his skin that it barely broke open, the pain sparking something inside of Cole that had made him snap.

Not even giving you another second to think or say anything, Cole had flipped you over onto the mattress so your stomach would lie on it. You cried out in surprise, hands suddenly fisting the sheets as you tried to look back at him with wide eyes. His cock had started to prickle with sparks of life once again. Cole snatched at your hips and hoisted them up, bringing your ass in the air to just the right level. You were trembling beneath him, legs threatening to give out as they look like a branch in a storm. Cole sank his fingertips deeper into your warm flesh, anchoring you up on your knees as you pleaded beneath him. Lust and hunger took over him as he reentered you without a second thought, sliding right in as you cried out.

Cole fucked you.

The headframe started to rock dangerously fast, nearly missing the wall by a hair. The bed creaked beneath you both as you openly cried and let out the lewdest moans, biting into the bunched up sheets to try to be quiet.

Your overstimulated pussy fluttered around his hard cock, Cole didn’t care that his cum was leaking out of your poor and abused hole, he was just going to cum again. Something inside of him wanted to just keep going forever.

He was going fast, faster than he ever had before. He was grunting with every thrust, his heart was going one million miles a minute in his ears as his blood roared.

“Cole!” you whimpered as you openly cried out.

Looking back down at you face-first in the mattress, you were crying. Mascara was smeared under your eyes and your lipstick was smudged across your chin, tear streaks ran down your cheeks and soaked into the sheets that were wet with a mix of tears and sweat and cum.

Yet you still arched your back in the slightest of ways to make it even better.

“You don’t know what yer doin’ to me, darlin’,” he grunted as he dug his nails deeper into your skin. “Dressin’ up like, swayin’ those hips and thinking you’ll just be able to get away with it.”

“P-Please!” you whimpered.

“Please what? Let you cum?” Cole by this point was about to come undone himself, he could feel himself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Cole suddenly smacked your ass, the sound cut through the air and could surely be heard from the hallway should someone be walking by. You let out a small cry, knees nearly buckling under you until Cole caught you again. He dug his hands in, using them to guide you along his cock as he rammed into you. “Yer not goin’ anywhere until you cum under me again,” he snarled.

He could feel your walls squeeze around him, the overstimulated muscles tightening the more he wound you up. He was drunk off of the feeling, head craning back as he openly groaned deep from his chest. His abdomen tightened, his chest was heaving.

When you came with another cry he nearly lost it.

The coils inside of him were burning white. His head was spinning, the room was suddenly one hundred degrees hotter, his dick was rock hard inside of you.

He came with a roar, his hot seed spilling right back inside of you. He rocked his hips lightly this time, suddenly coming down from his high as he panted, still managing to hold you up despite his arms feeling like jelly. When his seed had been spent, Cole allowed you to collapse on the bed finally, your poor cunt finally free from the terror he had caused. You shivered beneath him, breathing quickly to try to calm down after climaxing four times. Cole had rolled and collapsed beside you, bouncing a bit on the mattress. He laid there for a moment, trying to gather his breath as the carnal feelings inside of him seemed to finally have calmed down and had taken a hike. Cole swallowed, his throat feeling dry when he sat up again, looking over your trembling form.

You weren’t going to be able to get up to go to the bathroom to clean off, hell, you probably wouldn’t be able to walk right tomorrow morning.

Cole had gotten up from the bed, his knees wobbly for a moment as he trudged into the bathroom, somehow managing to not fall over in the process. Retrieving a spare washcloth and running it under some warm water, Cole quickly returned to you still on the bed, eyes fluttering and legs still open as he kept them. You smiled softly at him as he gently reach down with the cloth to clean at your sex, wiping away the mixture you both had created, gently wiping away the mess he had made. He kept eye contact with you, noting how your lips parted as his fingers brushed against your naked sex here and there, how your brows pinched with want as he dug the washcloth just a bit harder into your nether region.

When he had finished, you were practically dozing off before him, smiling all dreamily as you laid before him.

Folding the washcloth in his hand, intent on cleaning it before he join you, he looked down at you. He could still smell your perfume radiating off of your person, it tickled his nose in all of the right ways.

“I love that perfume yer wearin’ pumpkin,” he purred, standing up from the bed.

You yawned, turning over a bit in the bed to lay fully on your side, snuggling up to your side of the bed.

“I’m not wearing any perfume,” you mumbled.

Cole stopped in his tracks upon hearing that, turning a bit to look at you where you had already seemingly drifted off into sleep.

He stood there in the silence of his room for a moment, wondering on what you had just said. He chalked it up as nothing more than just you being tired from all he had done and turned back to the bathroom to finish cleaning his mess.

[schoenht]

↳ winter events

characters: dorm leaders.

genre: fluff.

a/n: gotta do this before christmas yayayayay you can definitely not tell who my favorite is shhhhh

RIDDLE is simple when it comes to winter. He does not believe that there is anything better than just sitting by the fireplace with you and a cup of tea. It is snowing outside and the coldness of the room should be enough to make him shiver, but your proximity and the inching of his hand towards yours makes him glow. Quiet conversations infiltrate the silence, but they are vulnerable and little by little, he can feel his guarded walls falling down, finally feeling as though he could be loved. There are rules against everything that he was doing, but when he snuck the smallest glances at you, he decided that he would break all the rules if only to stay like this for a little while more.

LEONA says that he does not want to go outside, it is cold and much more, it is the perfect temperature for you to sleep in. But at seeing your bright smile as you show him the list of stuff you want to go buy, he huffs and decides to join you. It is such a cliche thing to do, shopping during winter as a couple. He can see it from all the other couples around you two, how common this is. He will pull you closer to not lose you, even teasing you on how easily you get lost. But as much as he said he did not want to go outside, you can see it in his body language and actions (from how he pays for all of your things to him buying you multiple blankets, knowing you practically have none) how much he loves spending time with you, no matter where it was or when it was.

AZUL is a businessman and he prides himself on it, walking around with his head held up high and confidently. That expression falls when you decide to take him out to ice skate. He once thought that flying was bad, but the inevitable falling on the ice replaced that notion. He tried to impress you multiple times, but ended up face planting onto the floor. When he got up, he could not look at you in the eyes, opting to hold your hands instead. He said that that was solely for "balancing purposes", yet he was flushed at the feeling of your hands holding his. Ice skating was definitely not his forte, but as long as he could hold your hands, he would risk falling, both for you and the ice.

KALIM had decided to give Jamil a break and instead wanted to hang out with you alone. From there, he wanted to try making cookies. With cookie cutters received from home, he gave you some and both of you were making shapes for the cookies: from gingerbread men to candy canes and pine trees. The kitchen was a mess but he was laughing and smiling, having the time of his life as he created sweets with you. He burned his hand after trying to get the cookie sheet out of the oven, leading to you kissing his hand. His icing needed some work but he chose the best cookie, giving it to you and hoping that it was good. When he tried it, he said that they were the best cookies he had ever had, because he got to make them with you.

VIL was a perfectionist when it comes to decorating. From the tree to hanging lights, everything was supposed to be perfect. But he was not sure how the mistletoe got there. It was not planned, nor was it in his notepad. Right on time, you showed up and if he didn't know any better, he would say you had planned this based on the smug look on your face. "It's tradition," he says, before leaning into you for the briefest of seconds. He reapplies his lip gloss, seemingly composed. He can't help but feel giddy that you went against his plan, giving him the chance to feel at least a bit closer to you. And it had worked. He was glowing the entire time as he decorated, thoughts about you never escaping his mind.

IDIA was not the kind of guy to want to go outside since it was much colder and it meant that there were more people walking around. Instead, he invented a telescope that could look past the clouds covering the night sky. He had a better idea and that was to watch the stars. As long as he turned off his own lights, the dark sky would glitter with thousands of stars, creating a picture unlike any other. He would stay beside you, trembling as he reached your hand. Even though the winter stars shone on both of your faces, internally, he thought that the prettiest star was the one right beside him. He would never say it out loud though; however, his hair betrayed him in various shades of pink.

MALLEUS likes to take walks in the snow, but from the piles and piles of snow, it is impossible not to do anything with it. Snowball fights are a no go since it would be better in a bigger group, so in the end, you taught Malleus how to make a snowman. But the idea was thrown away and replaced by a snow gargoyle. Malleus was unable to stop smiling as he prepared the snow with you, packing it together. Occasionally your hands would touch and Malleus would have to keep himself from grinning like a madman. The final product was not the best, yet in his mind, it was a masterpiece. For hours on end, he could not stop thinking about you and how both of you made it together. There was no one else he would rather have done it with.

[bedoballoons]

Venti x Reader:

Summary: Venti takes you to tranquil place in the clouds that is filled with butterflies.

(Requests open!)

You stared nervously at the blue sky, fluffy white clouds floating slowly above you and the sun shining brightly down on you, making you feel warm in your clothes. Usually such a nice day would leave you in a calm mood, but currently you were in the place previously known as Stormterrors lair....about to ride a dragon.

By now you knew Dvalin wouldn't cause you any harm, but the idea of actually riding him to a unknown location hundreds of feet in the air made you feel uneasy. Especially since you knew there was really anything to keep you safely on the dragon...

"Awe you look nervous. Don't worry, I've got you. I already asked Dvalin to fly slower and you can hold onto me."

You were pulled out of your worries as Venti spoke to you, his words making you feel a bit better. He had a smile on his face, his normal bard outfit making your heart fill with happiness. You still felt so lucky to have him as your partner, he was always so caring and sweet. This was all his idea after all.

"I'm probably not going to let go of you...but I think I'm ready. You still can't tell me where we are going?" You tilted your head curiously to the side, unable to keep yourself from wondering what place required a dragon to get too. Would it be some type of wonderland?

The bard simply shook his head, confirming he would not in fact spoil his surprise for you, instead he held out his hand for you to help you onto the big dragons back. You gladly accepted, climbing the huge scaly creature with a bit of struggle despite Ventis help. Once you were situated on Dvalins back Venti followed after you, climbing in front of you and gently patting Dvalins head.

"You sure you're ready?" Venti looked back at you, he seemed a little worried but also excited. Whatever he was showing you...he was proud of and you could tell, which made you want to see it all the more.

You nodded, wrapping your arms tightly around him and closing your eyes in preparation. Just as you about to ask when you'd actually take off, you were suddenly jolted forward, harsh wind hitting you like a ton of bricks. For a split second you were terrified you'd get blown away, falling to the ground, dying instantly...but thankfully after the initial blow everything was calm.

The wind was soft against your skin, your arms were still tightly wrapped around the bard and you couldn't help but feel peaceful as he hummed a gentle tune. Slowly as you gained more confidence...you opened your eyes.

The view left you speechless, you could see the ocean with sparkling reflections and soft cotton candy looking clouds, you could even see Mondstat in all its beauty. You watched in awe as you flew even higher, above the clouds so all you could see was what looked like a large land of pillow stuffing.

"Venti...this...is beautiful."

"Just wait till you see your surprise." He said, his words filled with kindness as he put his hand on yours. "We are almost there." With that the two of you sat in a peaceful silence.

After a bit something started to come into view. At first you couldn't tell what it was, but as you got closer you made out the soft grassy island. You had absolutely no idea how something like that could float...yet that wasn't the only interesting part...

There were hundreds of butterflies fluttering around the island, their wings almost shimmering in the sun. Each one seemed to be a different colour of the rainbow. It was such a gorgeous sight that you couldn't look away. Never had you seen so many butterflies in one place before.

Dvalin flew you closer allowing you both to jump down onto the island, actually standing on the ground again made your legs feel shaky but also couldn't help but enjoy the scent in the air. It was floral, like flowers were surrounding you and yet as far as you could tell there wasn't any.

"What do you think hmm? Worthy of a song?" Venti had a big smile on his face as he spoke, he hadn't let go of your hand since you jumped and despite the butterflies his eyes were trained on you.

You nodded excitedly, "This is amazing! Thank you!" You didn't waste a spare moment as you pulled him into a tight embrace. This was by far the nicest thing anyone had ever shown you and you had to show him just how special it was to you.

He hugged you back happily, chuckling slight as he kissed your cheek. Yes the butterflies were beautiful and he loved them, but sharing them with you...seeing your reaction was better than anything else...he loved you so much. He could only hope this would be a special place just for the two of you.

[sakkiichi]

MATCHUP FOR MY LOVELY 🥞 ANON.

hi, love ! i’m sorry this took so long but thank you for sending your request <3

when i read your matchup info for the first time i had someone in mind who could click well with you, but then i was thinking back on it and someone else popped into my mind and i was like ‘wait he’s even a better match’. i hope you won’t be disappointed…

so, your genshin impact match is someone who likes to protect beautiful things. he is free spirited and passionate, very charming and assertive, and he is fascinated by your quieter and gentle nature. while he flows freely like a summer breeze, he is not one to let others overstep his boundaries, and he wants to keep you safe as well. he is not fazed in the slightest by the sharpness in your gaze, for, he can see through that, your inherent softness so evident to him.

i think you might already have an idea about who i’m thinking about, no? well, on the case we have…

✧ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

To Heizou, what you call reserved and timid is synonym for adorable and precious. He thinks you are so bright in this world filled with corruption, robbery and bloodshed… he wants to keep you always safe and happy, always smiling.

The famed detective is pretty talkative and easy going too, even flirtatious without it ever being uncomfortable (he’s a total charmer), so I do believe he’d help you get out of your shell a little, glimpses of your more energetic and cheerful self resurfacing with the soft pink cherry blossoms he likes to watch with you.

Your hard gaze and not exactly approachable exterior were never an obstacle for Heizou, quite the opposite, in fact, you were not unlike a mystery he wanted to solve; who was that pretty stranger dressed in pastels, with a faraway and dreamy expression?

Perhaps he’d find out today…

—

The sky above Inazuma city is reminiscent of a clear lagoon. No clouds are spotted in the blue expanse, the occasional bird flying high haloed by the resplendent sunbeams bleeding into the heavens, finding respite in the cotton-candy pink of the cherry blossoms lining the streets.

Under the rosy rain of flowers, she stands there again. Her white skirt flutters in the late summer breeze, swaying in tune with her light hair. Her night sky eyes seem lost in thought, the falling petals reflected in the glasses perched before them, like a million sweet constellations.

Beautiful, the detective thinks, a hue not unlike the fluttering blooms coloring his cheeks.

And maybe because he was too entranced by the sight before him, one of the papers from the stack he was holding flies away.

It follows an arching trajectory, until it lands right next to where she’s sitting.

This is no coincidence, Heizou thinks making his way to you. He’s a detective, he didn’t believe in fate. It was his choice to linger there for a few instants more, after all.

“Excuse me!” He calls from a distance, not obtaining an answer. “Hello!” He tries again.

Question marks dancing in the emerald irises of his eyes, the Tenryou commission detective takes a few steps closer to where you sit.

Then he spots them. Headphones. Its soft hue almost merging with you and the scenery from a distance.

No wonder you didn’t react when he called.

Crouching by your side, Heizou lightly taps your shoulder.

Seconds later, he’d be stumbling backwards.

You gasp, scrambling to your feet, sliding your headphones off, picking up the notebook and papers you were writing on.

“W-who are you? What are you doing here? What do you want?” You ask, gaze hardened and guarded, arms protectively tightening around your belongings.

The young detective rises his arms. Standing up from the grass, he dusts himself off.

“I’m a detective with the Tenryou commission.” He observes how your breath hitches, eyes widening, the steel of your stare cracking. “No, please, don’t worry, I’m not here to involve you in any case.” He pleads.

You have to admit his voice is both soothing and entertaining to listen to, in a way. It’s nice.

“It’s just that, well, one of the papers I was carrying here,” he shows you a worn folder. “Just flew to the pile you had scattered around you.”

“Oh.” You sigh in relief, checking the stack of papers you haphazardly shoved inside your notebook.

Then you spot one you don’t recognize. Printed font fills the page, with a few black and white pictures stuck to it with tape. On the top right corner, a name is typed in. “Shikanoin Heizou.” You read out loud. “I guess this is yours.” You offer him the report with a smile.

“That’s right.” He smiles back, sincere, vivid green eyes shimmering in the midday sun. You can’t help but get lost in them for a few seconds; his stare is hypnotizing in its mischief and the twin beauty marks underneath those knowing eyes of his.

“Thank you.” Heizou chirps, his voice pulling you out of your little daydream. The more you hear, the more pleasing you realize his tone is. “May I know your name?” The detective asks, hopefulness written in his expectant expression.

—

No matter how close you and Heizou get, he always finds so much wonder in your escapist and daydreaming tendencies. To him, you feel almost magical, and even though he claims to have an aversion for fighting, he won’t hesitate to throw hands with whoever dares pop the fantasy bubble you’ve built around yourself.

He adores the soft colored clothes and accessories you wear and loves, loves, loves the fact that you like perfumes and scented things. It’s just something so precious to him, and he’ll be more than happy to try and guess which perfume you’re wearing today.

Plus, if you ask him for advice when purchasing a new one? His eyes sparkle in joy that you trust him with something like that.

As cheerful and carefree as Heizou appears to be, the truth is he struggles too sometimes. That is why I think your comforting personality would go very well with him. When he’s with you, he doesn’t feel the need to put on a smile if he is breaking inside, he can just be Heizou, in all his rawest emotions.

In the same way, I do believe Heizou can be a good voice of reason and comfort you as well, preventing you over exhaust and drain emotionally. You mention you like complimenting others, but mister detective Shikanoin here definitely does have a way with his speech as well, and he will undoubtedly use it to make you flustered.

And well, he always loved to shower you in gifts, so your spending habits are not a problem to him. From flowers to cute bags to plushies, to anything that reminded him of you, it’s not uncommon for the famous detective to come home to you after work with some surprise or other.

And not only is he glad to spend money spoiling you with presents that make you happy and that you deserve, but the smile and affection you give him every time are certainly priceless, he’d do anything to protect it.

If we think about a modern au, I can totally imagine you both exchanging memes, pictures or videos that reminded you of each other; hours spent texting feeling like seconds, matching smiles illuminated by the glow of your respective phone screens.

Being an entp, Heizou shares with infp intuition and creativity, and even though you both use it in different ways, I think you’re a good match. While he puts his wits on the case to solve mysteries, he is drawn to your more abstract ideas of escaping reality. To him, they are beautiful, you are beautiful. And because I think neither entps nor infps are worried about being unusual, you two would find comfort in the other.

Due to his personality type and witty nature, another aspect Heizou enjoys a lot when he’s with you is your way with words. From writing, to teasing, to comfort, he could never get bored or tired of you.

Being a 7w6 enneagram, Heizou is spontaneous and very free-spirited, which I think can go very well with your 9w1’s peaceful nature. Last minute plans or on the spur of the moment outings would not be rare; he feels happy and fulfilled, and you, at ease with him by your side.

Heizou is extroverted, but not overwhelmingly so; he can be very cheerful but he’s not excessively loud, which I think goes quite well with the sensitive and idealistic traits of infp.

✧ RUNNER UP: KAVEH

He initially was my first choice, but then, thinking back on the info you sent, I just envisioned Heizou as your first match.

With Kaveh, I picture such a sweet fun-loving relationship. You both are kind and comforting, to the point of putting others first sometimes, so I think you could understand each other quite well in that sense.

Much like Heizou, Kaveh can be extroverted, even bordering on dramatic, but never overbearing, thus being a good combination with your more reserved nature.

Our famed architect here would definitely break his bank too buying you anything you like, for which you sometimes feel bad, but he just wanted to make you happy; he doesn’t mind if he has to work on extra commissions to pay it all off.

Kaveh would be so gentle with you, making sure not to startle you with unexpected touches or loud noises.

I feel he’d be super into perfumes too, and would often join you when you’re buying them or anything scented.

He definitely has an eye for beauty and good taste, so he’d also love helping you choose the right colors for your outfits (for you, he’d even be willing to try and design them to your personal preference).

[sylvieserene]

A Solemn Day [A Teen Titans One-Shot Fic]

Silence.

The first thing which greeted him every morning was silence itself.

He appreciated it's presence every day at the early hours he woke up yet…

Today it felt heavy, unbearable and lonely-

March 28th.

A day which changed the trajectory of his life forever. 

Made him into what he was today. 

Gentle yet pale light of dawn entered into the room through the window as Robin swung his leg over the side of his bed listlessly. He tapped the alarm button out of habit and made his way to the washroom.

He felt no energy or even slight optimism; there was a heavy sensation in his heart, a feeling he was too accustomed to over the years. 

The very essence of air he breathed in felt heavy yet still; almost as if the universe acknowledged the weight of this day.

He knew today was going to be hard. He knew today would reopen the pain of some wounds which never truly disappeared and probably never will but…he didn't expect it to be so-....hard and lonely. 

It was the first time he was dealing with the Death Anniversary of his parents outside Wayne House. 

It had been a year since he left Gotham already.

He moved through the motions of his daily routine, facing the basin he splashed his face with the cold water which almost felt like baptism, cleansing his maelstrom of emotions even if for a few seconds.

Wiping off the water from his features, he took deliberate steps back to his room as if trying to maintain some semblance of balance over the day which had it's own plans for him.

Walking through the hallway, he faced the clean glass panel which let in the beauty of the natural light blossom throughout the space. 

Subconsciously, Robin touched the glass as the sun slowly ascended into the heavens emitting a sweet yellow glow aloft the cotton candy like white clouds which were slowly being scattered all across the sky.

He could tell the day was going to be long, gloomy and cloudy as he noticed the clouds slowly consume up the sun fully out of sight.

As he entered his room and donned upon the uniform, his fingers ran over the Robin insignia decorated over his chest.

"Is there a reason for this costume to be so….colourful?" 

Mary Grayson sat gracefully in front of Richard adjusting her posture to match his height. "Because when I see you up there Richard" 

She smiles as she affectionately puts her hand on the 'R' insignia on his dress. "-you make me think of a little Robin!" Her eyes twinkle in motherly amusement.

A soft smile brushes his face followed by him squeezing his eyes tightly as he inhales sharply, turning himself away from the mirror.

He opened one of the drawers of his nightstand, pulling out a small old picture encased in a wooden frame. He rubs his thumbs across the photo which had a couple smiling brightly at the camera with their hands on the son's shoulder who smiled naively. Robin's eyes soften.

"Ugh a Robin? Like the bird? You know kids my age get beat up for nicknames like that" 

John Grayson puts a hand over his shoulder as he teases, "How about we call you our flying squirrel? Better?" 

Dick smirks "You know Dad? I'm not the only one who looks like a loser" 

"A loser?!" His dad tries his best to look hurt only to give up the effort within seconds, succumbing to laughter "Ahhh I'll teach you!" He gives a bear hug to his wife and son who giggled.

Strolling down the hallway, as Robin made his way to the gym, he yet again looked through the transparent glass panel. The sky was grayish now and fully cloudy. It looked dull and almost lifeless, soul less mirroring his current being. 

"Looks like the circus is in town!" A man with a burning cigarette at his fingertips said confidently, his face was shrouded in shadows due to poor lighting.

"What do you want, Zucco?" Mr. Haley narrowed his eyes.

"Oh I'd like to think I'm here to help you, Mr. Haley…" He took a few steps forward, his face now revealed. He had mostly grey hair, a crooked face with a smirk on his lips.

"...for a small fee." He said with a smug face as he gestured his hand to the side, revealing a guy with rugged appearance accompanied by a well built muscle physique and a shaved head; the man cracked his knuckles instantly.

"My brothers and I shall provide your circus with…protection. You don't pay us-" Two other men wearing suits walked up from behind Haley, making the old man stiffen up in alert.

"You deal with strong men. Protection money and no accidents happen" The man sneered maliciously.

"Well I'm not gonna pay you a single cent, Zucco. Get out" The old man scowled.

"You are making a big mistake, Haley" The man hissed in a low voice.

Dick looked at the scene, hiding behind the large red curtain of the circus, a feeling of apprehension and fear blossoming in his chest. These men…they didn't seem like good people. 

"Oh? Looks like we might have a new guest here" The strange man named 'Zucco' pointed towards the little boy, slowly walking towards him.

Richard's eyes went wide as he froze in shock for a second. He quickly made haste and ran away to where his parents were.

Robin punches the punching bag with all his strength for the umpteenth time. He silently pants as he sees the damage he has done to the poor equipment which had bits of sand rolling down from the cracks on it's surface.

He stays silent as he slowly breathes in and out; regulating his breath to ease the maelstrom of emotions threatening to overcome him.

He stood there in complete silence for a few more minutes till he moved towards the bench where he took a sip out of his water bottle and wiped sweat off him with the towel he decided to keep around his neck, holding both of it's end by his hands.

He wasn't sure how much time has passed but the training session didn't really do him much favors. His gaze distant and downcast, a silent sigh escapes his lips.

It's truly been a whole year outside Gotham. Yet so many crazy adventures, finding great friends…building a team…bonding with them…them becoming his second family…the build of trust…encounter with Slade…being nearly killed by his hallucinogen- the list goes on and on.

 Life breezed by yet just like every year he felt a pang of longing for his parents, their absence haunting his very soul.

Every step he took since the beginning of the day felt mechanical, a series of motions which he can do with his eyes closed. He couldn't escape the memories nor the dam of emotions which threatened to break at any moment. Everything seemed to remind him of them-

The automated door of the common room opened with a swish as Robin descended the three stepped stairs, greeted by the sight of a certain sorceress resting by the counter of the kitchen with what seemed like a cup of tea emitting slight steam along with a book and a familiar Cyborg who was very absorbed preparing something. 

"Mornin' Rob" The man greeted with a smile. 

"Morning" He greets back in a tone slightly subdued and energy-less as he trots into the kitchen area, taking out his favorite cup of choice and the coffee powder.

Raven raises her eyes off the book she was reading to look at the Titan's leader concernedly. She could feel negative emotions originate from his being…She could feel the waves of hurt and pain washing over his soul. Something she'd felt when she saw through his- 

Her eyes widen as the gears in her head turn.

Could it be…? 

Noticing the tone of his usually energetic friend, Cyborg asked softly, "Hey, everything all right man?" 

"Yeah, everything's fine" Robin glanced back with a small smile as he poured his beverage in a cup.

Cyborg didn't look very convinced but chose not to say anything on the matter, he didn't fail to notice how slow or deliberate his steps are or how his shoulders are slightly slumped. He looks at Raven as if asking for an answer who matches his gaze with an concerned yet unreadable expression.

"Robin, if there's something-" The sorceress hovered over to him.

The Boy Wonder took a few steps back. "I'm fine, really- There's nothing to worry about" 

Before the conversation could continue any further, the door opened up to reveal an enthusiastic Tamaranean flying towards her allies.

"A Glorious Morning to you all, my friends!" She greeted in her usual cheerful way.

"Hey there, Star" Cyborg smiled.

"Morning" Raven monotoned.

Meanwhile, Robin settled down on a kitchen bar stool on the other side of the counter as he took a sip out of his cup; two seats away from Raven which didn't escape her observation.

Starfire sat right beside Robin in one of the empty tools.

"Good Morning, Robin!" Starfire smiled.

"Morning to you too, Star" Robin replies back with a small smile as he removes his gaze from her, taking another sip of the beverage at hand, slowly getting lost in his thoughts. 

 Her eyebrows furrowed. She couldn't help but feel something was wrong with him. He's usual energetic aura seemed almost… muted. Normally he'd at least attempt for a small talk with her but today…he seemed quieter than ever.

"Is something troubling your heart today, friend? You seem-" Starfire asks gently.

He held a brief pause. 

"No, It's nothing really- Just a little tired" He replied back with a soft smile.

"Are you sure…? You donot seem to be your usual …self this morning-" Starfire asks in concern.

The Boy Wonder's smile wavers ever so slightly as he shifts uncomfortably unable to fully maintain his facade.

"It's nothing to worry about, Star." Robin responded.

Starfire didn't look convinced at the least as she continued to look at him. Her gaze fell to her other two friends who shook their head; exchanging a knowing yet concerned glance with her. 

The kitchen area fell in silence as the atmosphere became somber, a silent worry for their friend filling up the air.

Trying to lighten up the mood, Cyborg chimed in with a grin, "Yo Robin, bet your tiredness would go away by today's special!"

He pulls out three big plates with a huge stack of waffles on each plate which were lavishly covered in maple syrup with the toppings of whipped cream, blueberries and strawberries arranged in such a way to create a smiling face. 

"Cyborg's Breakfast Explosion Special: WAFFLES!" Cyborg declared excitedly as he laid the three plates to each of his friends. Starfire's eyes lit up brightly almost instantly as Raven failed to hide the smile forming on her face. "You know you want it~" He gestures his hand over his mouth as if he were whispering while he wiggled his eyebrows.

Robin blinks at his friend's sudden enthusiasm. His lips curl up in a faint smile. "Waffles, huh?" 

"Thanks Cy" He remarks in a soft voice with a slight touch of sadness yet managing a small, appreciative smile on his face.

"The waffles are delectable!" Starfire cheered.

"I have to admit these waffles aren't bad. I might even finish the plate….if I don't die off the sugar overdose first" Raven remarked dryly as she took one more bite off the food with the syrup dripping from her fork.

Cyborg snorted. "Whatever suits you, little lady"

He dragged his own plate of waffles out and dug in.

Looking at others and gaining enough courage, Robin picks up his fork and takes a small bite but as he eats he realizes he really isn't that hungry. He took another bite of the waffle but with each bite, it started to become increasingly difficult for him to eat.

Normally, he'd wholeheartedly enjoy his friend's delicious meal but today…the lump in his throat seems to grow and the food becomes almost tasteless as he chews it slowly.

And that's when the automated door slid open again revealing a certain green changeling.

"Well guess who decided to show up early!" Cyborg smirked. 

"Hey! I'm not that late!" Beast Boy argues back.

"Never said you were" Cyborg grins as he takes another big bite.

"Touché" BB remarks as he sits right next to their leader who silently fiddled with his food using the fork.

"Yoo! You made waffles?!" Beast Boy exclaimed. "Aw man, where'd my part go?!" 

"Maybe they turned into a waffle-shaped chameleon and escaped. Better keep an eye out for the foot prints" Raven deadpanned.

Cyborg bursts out in laughter as tears come to his eyes. "Oh man that was a good one" He remarks as he wipes away the said tear. Starfire could be heard giggling in the background.

A soft, small smile makes it's way into Robin's face as he watches the banter and laughter, appreciating the camaraderie of his friends. He wanted to laugh along with them yet he felt so…distant. The smile on his face comes to a halt as his lips curl into a straight line, his mind delving into deeper thoughts.

"As for your waffles, here you go 'B" Cyborg smiles as he slides the changeling's portion to him.

Beast Boy grins as he scoops his fork down. "Thanks big guy! You are the best you know that" 

As he takes a big bite, Beast Boy notices Robin not eating, instead fiddling with the food using his fork.

"Dude you gotta try these out! They are like a party in your mouth!" BB commented, munching on his waffles as he took notice of his friend's quieter than usual demeanor as well.

Cracking a small smile, Robin stood up as he replied back "Maybe a bit later, Beast Boy." 

"I have a few paperworks left in my office that I need to take care of. Enjoy them for me, though" 

Before anyone else could say anything, Beast Boy asked out worriedly "B- But you haven't even eaten properly! You've barely touched those waffles, man!"  

The Titan's leader, already by the exit; eyes downcast in the mist of sorrow as the door swished open, paused for a moment but then he replied softly "I'm really not that hungry…if you need me though, you know where to look" 

As he leaves, the others share a look of concern amongst themselves, the worry for their leader ever increasing.

"He's really not himself today…" Cyborg sighed.

"I feel worried about his well being…" Starfire's eyes soften as she continued to look at the now empty seat. "Is there truly nothing we can do to help him from whatever might be troubling him?" 

Beast Boy looked at his friend's faces as he puts his fork down, feeling upset. His eyes suddenly widen as he looks at Raven. 

"The Bond! Rae, you and Robin, you've got that whole mind-link thing right? You should know what's wrong with him! Please tell us" He pleads earnestly.

Starfire's eyes widen at the same realization. "Yes friend Raven! Please tell us what is wrong with him…for you have the ability to shed some light in the situation! If I recall correctly, you did once mention that you vaguely saw through his memories when the bond was established-" She asks in concern, a slight tone of desperation leaking into her tone

"Raven, they're right. If something is hurting him…we should support him in whatever we can…He is a family to us." Cyborg added in,  his tone carrying a sense of anxiety.

Raven looks at all of them as she thinks about the situation deeply herself. "Even if I do…Robin deserves his own privacy, I can't just invade his thoughts without his consent. That's a breach of privacy even if it's for a good reason. Robin values his privacy and I respect that" 

The other exchange looks at each other.

"I understand where you are coming from Rae but…think about it. If he's hurting badly inside and won't open up what's wrong then isn't knowing what's wrong the first step to help him?" Cyborg silently asks.

Raven opens her mouth to say anything but Starfire speaks up as she clasps her own hands "Raven please…if there is something we can do to ease his pain, we must at least try" 

"Raven, there's gotta be something you know that we don't…" Beast Boy says hesitantly as his ears droop down in sadness. 

The sorceress pauses as she regards their words. Her mind torn between her concerns for Robin and his wish for respecting privacy.

From the shared experience they had which led to her unintentionally seeing glimpses of his whole life's memories, she did know the day carries significant emotional weight for him although the actual reason was a mystery, even to her. She did have her own theory; something she pieced together as she analyzed the fragments of memories she did end up remembering.

"I…" Raven hesitated as she looked down and clenched her fists. 

"I get your point but… I won't do anything invasive of his privacy for it is not my place to share. If he wants to talk then he would." She says with determination.

The others lower their heads and gazes down in sadness as their eyes soften.

"But I do have a sense of what he might be going through today and my own theory" Raven added in hesitantly.

This made the others turn their heads and full attention towards her.

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Finishing his paperwork much sooner than he, himself, anticipated; Robin sat at the edge of the rooftop of the Titans Tower, his legs dangling off at the side as he gazes at the city skyline. A cool breeze rustles his hair as he continues to watch the metropolis, lost in thought.

He doesn't notice the rain beginning to fall. 

The soft raindrops pattered gently against the rooftop, creating a soothing rhythm. The city lights shimmered through the mist causing a soft, ethereal glow over everything. 

The rain provided a comforting backdrop to Robin's thoughts as if the heavens themselves were offering him a respite.

He closed his eyes, letting the cool rain drops touch his face. In this quiet moment, he allowed himself to remember his parents…their laughter, their smiles, their time together, their unwavering support…the day of their- 

Robin flinches as his downcasted eyes glistened. He still remembers the scene of his parent's death vividly. Shivers still run down his spine even today. It torments him to this day. The gasps of the audience, the horrified screams, the sickening thud which followed as the trapeze wire snapped. It was so vivid that it was as if he were reliving it all over again. The helplessness he felt…the overwhelming grief he felt….it was all there…etched into his mind.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles going white as he fought to suppress the pain that threatened to consume him.

The rooftop which provided a quiet sanctuary and solace to him, had become a battleground of emotions and memories…he couldn't escape it no matter how hard he tried…It was a part of him, something which made him into what he is today.

Tears welled up into his eyes, threatening to pour out of his mask. He couldn't break down now.

He took a deep, shuddering breath as he forced himself to look at the skyline once more, determined to push the memories back into the depths of his mind. 

He can't let them see him like this…

He trusts them with his life, he loves them like his own family and yet… his heart becomes heavy in guilt and sorrow. He can't tell them. He is their leader…he can't let them see his vulnerability to his team-mates…it wasn't…ethical…

He is supposed to be the pillar of strength to his friends, the one who holds them together through their darkest hours; a leader had to be strong, unyielding, unbreakable, a one who would shield them from harm both emotional and physical……To reveal his vulnerability felt like a betrayal of that duty.

If they saw him falter…it would shake their confidence…sowing the seeds of doubt, disrupting the unity of the team.

What good of a leader would he be if he can't even do his job right? 

More tears threatened to spill as he grips the edge. He couldn't afford to break down now. He needs to be the leader they needed him to be even if it means burying his own pain deep inside.

He took in another steadying breath, determined to regain his composure with a resolve as he pushed back his memories back to the recesses of his mind. He was the leader, he cannot afford to be weak. 

Slowly, he stood up from the perch of the roof's edge. As he was about to head back inside, he heard the faint sound of the rooftop's door creaking open. He turned to see his fellow Titans standing at it's opening, their faces etched with concern and worry.

Unbeknownst to him, his teammates had grown increasingly concerned and worried when they couldn't find him anywhere in the tower. His subdued demeanor from earlier, Raven's revelation and later her feeling immensely intense emotions originating from him didn't help at all.

Without a word, they rushed towards him, their footsteps splashing through the rain-soaked roof-top. 

Before he could even react, they enveloped into a group hug. Raven reaching him first, her empathetic gaze meeting his troubled one. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight yet comforting hug. Cyborg, Starfire and Beast Boy joining in the endeavor as they formed a protective circle around him.

The embrace was warm and comfortable. There were no words, just the soothing embrace of his friends and the pattering of rain around them. Rain poured upon them, drenching them to the bone but no one seemed to care. 

Robin felt his defenses crumble in the face of their unwavering support and love.

 In that moment, he let himself be vulnerable as he buried his face in Raven's shoulder, tears mixing with the raindrops as he finally allowed himself to grieve.

In that moment, still embraced by his friends, he felt a mixture of relief and gratitude wash over him. He had tried to hide his pain but his team had seen through that facade. 

In that moment, he realised he didn't have to be an unyielding pillar of strength all the time, his friends were there for him, ready to provide him the unyielding support and love he needed. 

The rain washed away his pain, cleansing his wounded soul. 

As it continued to fall, the titans held their friend close, offering him comfort and understanding that he was never alone, he always had them. 

It was a silent acknowledgement that they were a team bound not only by their powers and missions but also by the deep roots of friendship, love and compassion that united them. In their unity, they found strength and in Robin's vulnerability, they found a deeper connection that would carry them through even at the darkest of days.

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[stripeyzebra]

unusual oc asks

Thank you @udekai for the tag!! It's gonna have to be Moss boy

Seasoning: I like to think he's got a bit of a sweet tooth, and would lean more towards cinnamon and nutmeg.

Weather: Clear skies, the feel of summer turning into autumn

Colour: Green, but his magic is blood moon red.

Sky: Sunrise, the promise of night being over.

House plant: He doesn't stay still for long enough to have a house. I think he could have a little air plant or something on his backpack though.

Weapon: Handaxe. Occasionally longbow.

Subject: Ma boy has been wandering since he was 14, he's not much of an academic. I think he'd be into geography though, for his penchant to explore.

Social media: Fantasy Instagram probably. Take far too many pictures of the world around him.

Makeup product: He's furry. No.

Candy: Hard boiled sweets, like the ones you'd get in the tin for long car journeys.

Fear: Losing control of the lycanthropy and killing everyone he loves.

Ice cube shape: Those tiny tiny cubes.

Method of long distance travel: Probably simply walking, unless Kehaar was willing to carry him and they'd fly.

Art style: Doodles in the margins of his journal. Mostly pictures of plants and scenery.

Mythological creature: Hmm. Probably the unicorn, I really enjoyed that session. Or it's gonna be him himself coming to terms with the were-rat.

Piece of stationary: Pencil and notebook.

Celestial body: The moon. It's a love hate relationship, he will spend his watches staring at it, working out how long until the next full one.

Tagging the rest of the dnd crew, @seaglassxng, @blissful-thinker, @feenyxblue

[georgette-mademoiselle]

Mod: ((Some small georgette and the 4 clones mostly sekido headcanons))

Georgette lives with hantengu mainly to help him whenever the clones get out of hand especially when sekido's temper gets the absolute best and starts smashing the others heads like pumpkin unless he needs to summon zohakuten then she wont intervene.

Georgette helps wash there crusty cloathes from time to time whenever it has to much blood if they are torn anywhere she'll sow them back to its restored form.

Although she has patience karaku is the one that tests her the most because of his nonstop teasing mainly because he loves to see her reaction when his attempt at teasing especially flirtatous causes her to storm of because he made her into a blushing mess and of course karaku laughs finding it adorable.

The night sky and the moon is something georgette admires so whenever a full moon is here urogi takes her hand and both fly high into the sky to watch all day before the sun sets.

Althou demons dont need sleep at all sometimes georgette loves to read them a bedtime story she made about all there adventures together aswell as her solo journey before she met them.

She has givin them all one of each martisor charms for good luck to keep whenever the clones and hantengu are out on there missions she believes those lucky charms will keep them safe forever.

Most of the time she is seen with sekido helping him calm down with whatever she can be it her words of reassurance or sometimes a warm gentle hug that hes never felt ever in his life making him feel worthy and admired.

Her favorite memory is of the time she made sekido blush and remarked how his face resembled a sweet candy apple that she could just eat up she playfully teased.

While she loves black and red roses she sometimes searches for forget-me-not flowers making it into a flower crown and gifts it to aieztsu whenever hes had a long day of bieng shouted at.

One day she wishes they would all move in with her in a haunted castle as her dream home but the thought of bieng haunted by spirits is big no no for the clones and hantengu himself to handle her love for paranormal places will never vanish 🦇.

Dividers by @/elryisia

[sidneypoindexter]

The song "Sugar Cloud" from Ride The Cyclone reminds me of the plot of Smurfs: The Lost Village, so I made an AMV.

I also made a Smurf parody of the song, below the cut:

SMURFETTE:

I tried to rescue the other Smurfs from Gargamel... and that's when it happened. Things went the way I wanted them to, but not the way I expected. Smurfs were screaming! Sparks were shooting all over the place! And then the screaming and the sparks just- stopped. And there was like this weightlessness. My heart stopped and started again, but I wasn't distressed. No- I was just soaking it all in. 'Cause on a certain level, it was so smurfy! Coming back in that field of flowers, I could see all the other Smurfs, and it was like- something unlocked in me. My heart just welled out with all this love for everything! Images and all this feeling flooded into me like...

Like waking up the day before my birthday and wondering what my presents will be, going Smurfboarding with my friends and feeling the wind in my hair, picking flowers, trying to teach Clumsy how to dance before Laconia and Woody's wedding, pretending that we're the ones getting married, writing a love letter to a secret admirer, morning muffins, Halloween, watching Baby Smurf happily playing with his new toy, being in the choir at the height of the chorus and feeling all the voices rattling my bones- I started laughing like a crazy person, giddy with endorphins, it was all dancing leprechauns and rainbows and unicorns, streams of chocolate, whirling rides, flashing lights!

There's no shame in loving my small town. The only good things that happened to me happened in Smurf Village. It took a horrible accident for me to realize how goshdarn wonderful everything is.

SMURFETTE:

I USED TO THINK THAT LIFE WAS JUST A JAWBREAKER

YEAH YOU SUCK, AND YOU SUCK, AND YOU SUCK

AND YOU SUCK AND YOU SUCK SOME MORE

YEAH, YOU SUCK SOME MORE

AT FIRST, IT SEEMED SO SWEET AS THE COLORS COME AND GO

LIKE THE SEASONS COME AND GO

THE SLUSH AND RAIN AND SNOW

'TIL YOU CAN'T TASTE NO MORE

CHOIR:

SO YOU SUCK SOME MORE

SMURFETTE:

I USED TO THINK THAT LIFE WAS JUST A HEARTBREAKER

THAT JUST BREAKS, AND IT BREAKS, AND IT BREAKS

AND IT BREAKS 'TIL YOU CAN'T BREAK NO MORE

CHOIR:

'TIL YOU CAN'T TAKE NO MORE

CHOIR (except SMURFETTE):

AAAH... AAAH...

SMURFETTE:

I SEE THE WORLD WITH ALL ITS BACKWARDS UPSIDE DOWN

THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING THE ONLY GIRL IN TOWN

OH, EVERYTHING'S CLEAR

NOW THAT I'M HERE ON MY SUGAR CLOUD

OH MY SOUL IT SINGS A SONG SO SWEET AND PURE

I'VE FELT IT ALL ALONG BUT NOW I'M SURE

OH EVERYTHING'S LOVE, LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE

ON MY SUGAR CLOUD

LET ME TAKE YOU AWAY, TO A SKY OF COTTON CANDY

WE'LL FLY IN LIKE A KITE ON A STRING

UP-UP-UP AND ABOVE, ALL THAT SUGARCOATED DANDY

I WOULDN'T CHANGE MY LIFE FOR A THING

IT MAKES ME WANNA SAY

I SEE THE GOLD, I SEE THE PINK, I SEE THE BLUE

THE SUN GOES UP, THE SUN GOES DOWN

OH, WHAT TO DO?

OH EVERYTHING'S CLEAR, NOW THAT I'M HERE

ON MY SUGAR CLOUD

*lost village dance break*

CHOIR:

I USED TO THINK THAT LIFE WAS JUST A JAWBREAKER

SMURFETTE:

JAWBREAKER!

CHOIR:

YOU SUCK, AND YOU SUCK, AND YOU SUCK

AND YOU SUCK SOME MORE

I USED TO THINK THAT LIFE WAS JUST A HEARTBREAKER

IT BREAKS AND IT TAKES UNTIL YOU CAN'T TAKE NO MORE

SMURFETTE:

AND NOW I'M FLOATIN' HIGH ON A CLOUD

AND I COULD PUKE A RAINBOW

CHOIR:

AH

AH

AH

AH

DA DAA DA DAA DA...

VILLAGE BOYS (overlapping):

ALL OF THE DARKNESS

AND ALL OF THE BRIGHT

ALL COME TOGETHER IN A BEAUTIFUL LIGHT

YES-

GROVE GIRLS (overlapping):

SHE SEES THE WORLD

WITH ALL OF ITS DARK AND ITS LIGHT

YES-

SMURFETTE:

I SEE THE WORLD WITH ALL ITS BACKWARDS UPSIDE DOWN

THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THE ONLY GIRL IN TOWN

EVERYTHING IS CLEAR

NOW THAT I'M HERE ON MY SUGAR CLOUD

AND NOW EVERYTHING'S LOVE, LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE

ON MY SUGAR CLOUD

OH, EVERYTHING'S CLEAR

NOW THAT I'M HERE

ON MY

SUUUUGAR

CLOOOOUD

LOOK AT ME NOW ON MY

CHOIR:

SUGAR CLOUD-

SMURFETTE:

YEEEEAAAHH!

[multistoty]

Continued

The air tasted like wonder. Like candied butterfly wings caught in sugared spiderwebs, and drunken peaches coated in luck. Helaena was grateful that she had done what was right to win over her sister. Thusnelda had a history of physical and emotional scars that were intriguing though the gold spun blonde knew better than to ask. The ghosts of the past to often jump from surprising places to get their claws into you. The last thing she wanted for that to happen. In fact a pacifist by nature, she wouldn’t hesitate to show her thorns to someone who would treat one of her few friends in such a way. Her family. It was hard not to feel like a second class citizen when your own mother seems to look at smudged ink on her hand were you were concerned and a husband who spent most of his nights away. The curve of her stomach the result of a particularly drunk night. Still, Helaena was grateful to have a babe in her arms soon. “I used to have her ancestor as a child. Aemond found her when I was sulking and gifted me her. She knows a Targaryen. Knows a princess. Warrior or not.” the smile of fondness could be heard with the words that parted her lips. Were her brothers were chaos, the targaryen girl had always played steadfast nurturing. The centipede was precious to her another test of trust. It felt as if kindness was a knife that had cut through her carefully placed shields. The gentle curve of her cheeks and porcelain doll skin with brush stroke perfect features showed further how woman were underestimated and under appreciated for their looks. Both had refused to be a pretty doll on some shelf. Hear the language that isn’t spoken, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind it. You must find the magic that warms your skin in winter, the magic that perceives what cannot be seen, the magic that curls in your gut with fierce power and will not let you give up, no matter how long or cold the days. We must taste the bitter before we can appreciate the sweet. When she loved, she did it as fiercely as she lived. There is magic in everything, only you must watch for it. It does not come from spells or potions or the sky, nor by special delivery of the gods. It is all around you. It doesn't always take an army to save the world. Sometimes it takes just one person who won't let evil win. You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes. Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly. A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets. The smile nearly split her lips as it lengthened. Tears misting her eyes though they were happy and didn’t fall in fat globs. A softness came further to her hand at the ready for her darling centipede though it was more to aid her.“Don’t forget where you from or who you are.I'm not trying to fix you; I don't think you need to be fixed. I'm not trying to turn you into someone else. I only want you to be who you already are.  You are the only one who pays attention to myself or her for that matter. To me that makes you have more manners than anyone I know.So many things become beautiful when you really look. I have only let Aemond hold her and he lasted a few moments. Aegon will show himself true, but you are my only sister and friend beyond your husband. Although- Jace is a kind boy.”

@thusnelda-targaryen​

[psychedelicpotato]

Album & Song Analysis #1: Serpentine Gallery

Release Date: September 11, 1995

Genres/Styles: electronic, rock, downtempo, gothic rock

Total Running Time: 47 minutes, 6 seconds

1. BAD TRASH

"The wind shall blow bad trash away/When anguish is near"

This a hopeful song about finding inspiration and staying strong during difficult times.

2. DISSOLVE

"And the fear of God is in me now/Dissolve"

This song could be about two things: 1) it could be about how the speaker fears Christianity of fears God Himself and tries to remain sinless, or 2) it could be that the speaker is dying and they're afraid of God's judgment. It seems that the speaker is in pain, but it's the metaphorical kind of pain.

3. WALLFLOWER

"Let me grow/The soil, it strangles me"

This song could mean that the speaker is tired of complacency and struggling and getting to the top already. The speaker is coming into a personal period of growth and transformation, albeit further insecurities and struggle.

4. WRECKING YARD

"We walk right through the wrecking yard/It's nothing that we give"

The speaker could be referring to the wrecking yard as a metaphor for a "place" inside a person's head where their bad memories are stored and must be wrecked and gotten rid of, forgotten. The person "walks right through the wrecking yard", AKA a stroll through memory lane and cannot let go of the horrible memories and is therefore depressed, living in their bad past. And they talk about it all the time—"gather 'round to hear this tale, a story which has grown old".

5. CLOWN

"My dear, you play the clown"

The song could be about a person who is foolish (the metaphorical "clown") and does a lot of bad things, mainly drugs, and they feel wonderful—that high and all—but they always come back down to the Earth and feel horrible. They are like one of those sad clowns that needs to entertain and be entertained but is always sad.

6. COCOON

"Floating in the sky/In her state of mind"

This song could be about being high on drugs. It gives it away with the line "floating in the sky, in her state of mind". If you listen to the song, it's obviously supposed to sound like a fantasy. The person had a lot of problems. Listen to the classical section in the middle of the song—the music is meant to sound anguished and chaotic. "She is soaring, flying through the air up there, my butterfly" is a symbol for she's taking drugs to numb the pain.

7. DOLLHOUSE

"I need to get away"

This song could be about inner torment and paranoia—people constantly criticizing and the speaker won't let them get to him/her.

8. SWEET

"How can they be so sweet?"

This song could be about people who are "broken, hollow, and feeble" and have problems but they are still "sweet"—still willing to go on. The speaker, the one who sees all these sweet people, can't be like that. He/she is broken as well, but can't see the good, sweet side of life. The speaker is surrounded by these people who have hope and he/she is jealous and cannot have that hope.

9. GUTTER GLITTER

"Candy kisses from sugared lips"

This song is a twist on the nursery rhyme "London Bridge Is Falling Down". The lyrics to the song refer to the very old English tradition of locking up a virgin wherever a bridge was being built to ensure its steadfastness.

10. MINE EYES

"I only want to listen to the angles sing/Are they crying on the glimpse of mine eyes?"

This song is about all the questions that we ask about life and the world that end up going unanswered.

11. BLOODY KNUCKLES

This song is an instrumental seemingly conveying the feeling of regret and defeat of one's dignity after a fight. It could also give the sense that the person is beating themselves up over random things, and ends up with the metaphorical "bloody knuckles" in the end every time, hence the title.