#I mean yes they speak in the first person but

[froggiequarium]

747 words; some lads fluff of caleb praising u bc i deserve it (n so do u) :x

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you trudge your way towards the kitchen, hunger evident after spending almost two hours reading and taking the first quiz of the semester, not even a week into the class.

seriously, what was up with that?

you let out a sigh when a voice rings you out of your thoughts.

"hey, pipsqueak!"

you're greeted by the familiar warm voice that makes any leftover tension in your shoulders ease almost instantly.

before you can respond, only being granted enough time to blink up at him, he speaks up again.

"finally droppin' in to say hi?"

you ignore his tease as you close the short distance, arms spreading to embrace him. he immediately welcomes you, one strong arm encircling your waist and easily pulling you towards his side, other hand preoccupied with the food cooking on the stove.

you nuzzle into the warmth of his side, breathing in his comforting scent, closing your eyes to bask in all that is him.

"m' hungry," you whine against the cloth of his shirt.

"is that all you see me as? your personal chef?"

"yes!" you answer playfully and all too quickly.

in the next second, you jolt, feeling a small slap against your ass.

"hey!"

he only laughs in amusement.

"so mean," you pout. "i was studying so hard, and i'm getting punished? how cruel..." you bury your face into his shirt, playfully sulking against him.

he hums, hand sliding up to your head as he pats your hair, other one using the tool in hand to stir the food in the pan.

"what, you want some praise or something?" he teases, not expecting an actual answer.

"yes," you answer maybe just a touch fast, looking up at him expectantly.

your honesty takes him by surprise for just a moment before a grin between teasing and loving crawls up his lips, setting the utensil down to reach over and turn the stove on low, hands now free to fully focus on you.

he looks down into your bright expectant eyes, all his attention on you, and you feel your heart race just a little bit faster in anticipation.

"you did so well, working so hard just a couple of days in," caleb coos at you, petting your head lovingly, nails lightly tracing at your scalp resembling a massage. he loves the way that satisfied grin creeps up your lips as you practically melt against him as you chase his touch, resembling a cat rubbing up against the affection its receiving from its owner.

his large hands slowly slide down the sides of your face before landing on your warm cheeks, almost engulfing them in his hold, squishing them just slightly and gently rubbing them.

"such a good girl, aren't you?"

the way your eyes slip shut and a sound akin to a pleased mewl escaping you as a response is something that makes his heart stutter in his chest.

even after all this time, you're still so cute to him.

"you must be hungry after working so hard, huh?"

you nod in response, hugging him closer, stealing his warmth almost trying to blanket yourself within it. as one of his hands slides down your back to rub gentle circles into it and the other one up to caress your head, you think you'll be able to fall asleep against him like this.

he chuckles warmly, feeling your body slump against him more and more with each passing minute, face buried into his chest. as much as he wants to stay like this, he doesn't want the freshly made lunch to go cold.

he slips his hand from its place on your back moving it to your shoulder, gently shaking you while the other pats your head twice, just slightly firmer than before. his voice comes out hushed in the gentle atmosphere that surrounds the both of you.

"hey, you don't want the food to get cold now, do you?"

you gently shake your head, and his hand— now flat on your head— moves it just enough to make you look back up at him, bleary eyes cracking open to meet his creased sunset ones.

"let me feed my smart baby and then we can nap together, yea? would you like that?"

"mhmm," you hum, giggling when you feel him maneuver your head to make you nod in agreement, almost not giving you a choice (not that you'd ever reject such an offer from caleb).

he smiles at your reaction, eyes dancing with mirth.

"you deserve this, after all. come on," he pats your head one more time, an obvious show of his affection for you for as long as you could remember.

"let's eat now, together."

just as it should be.

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a/n: i just need some physical affection + some praise from him and i'll be easily fulfilled

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[iwriteaboutfeminism]

I wanted to talk through some thoughts on the blitz of news that's come out in the last few days.

First, a reminder: It is not physically or intellectually possible to respond to every piece of news or proposed legislation or executive order that's come out recently. Even if it were, that would cause an immobilizing level of overwhelm. And any time you notice yourself feeling immobilized, that's an opportunity to reflect and redirect your focus.

And by "re-directing your focus," I don't mean to ignore all the problems. That's the strategy behind doing a blitz like this, so you don't want to walk right into that trap.

But let's say that you have a lot of strong feelings about a lot of the stuff that's happening or that's being proposed and you place a high value on speaking out and taking action against things you disagree with. All of that comes from a really good place, and I'm not discouraging that impulse.

But in order to do any of that effectively in a time like this, let's talk about the difference between "reaction" and "response."

Imagine you're at a batting cage, ready to work on your swing, but the pitching machine is throwing the balls way too frequently for you to actually get in a good, solid swing for each ball that's being thrown at you. You could try to hold the bat still so that you're bunting, but even if you make contact with more of the balls that way, you're not going to hit them very far.That's one way to think of the difference between reacting and responding.

If you're treating the dozens of new executive orders like a checklist you're going down and marking "against; against; against", yes, it's valuable to speak out against harmful actions, but if you were to fully express yourself on everything that's happening that you find on a spectrum of disagreeable to dangerous, I bet you're already feeling the exhaustion.

The solution isn't to give up, but it's also not to wear yourself out. Instead of reacting, respond.

Back to the batting cage- instead of trying and inevitably failing to swing at each fastball, you need to decide to respond by letting some of the balls fly by you and focusing your effort, skill, time, and attention on hitting the ones you can hit with a strong swing.

While this does require letting most of the balls fly by you, that DOES NOT MEAN that you're allowing those things to go without a strong response. This is because you are acting in community. You are taking the effort, skill, time, and attention required to hit the balls you are hitting SO THAT other people who you are in solidarity with can focus their effort, skill, time, and attention on the balls THEY'RE hitting.

This asks you to determine the difference between issues you can react to and issues you are capable of responding to. Once you've made that decision, there is less pressure and emotional weight on you to play whack-a-mole with each new bit of information. Remember, you're not ignoring or down-playing the importance of or not caring about the other issues (there will always be opportunities for collaboration!) but you are choosing to focus on what you are capable of responding to.

Start with the issue or issues that you have a level of personal experience with or have already spent some time learning about. You don't have to be an expert, but these are the issues you can speak about without having to study a list of talking points first. These are the issues that you know off the top of your head a list of resources or advocacy/activist/mutual aid groups or books/documentaries to recommend to people who are looking to learn and do more.

Start with those, and get in a few good swings. Share experiences with the people and groups who are taking swings at other issues. Learn from each other. Help each other. Take turns resting.

We're playing the long game. Together. And we're going to win.

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

I feel like Taissa is often mischaracterized as cold and/or having no remorse just because she’s ambitious and strong-willed. Her softness and empathy are often overshadowed by her ambition, which is a huge part of her character, but they absolutely shine through when you look closer. She's incredibly goal-oriented and driven, which can make her seem cold or calculating on the surface, but her actions reveal a deep sense of love and care for the people in her life. I really feel like Taissa’s compassion and strong sense of morality are criminally overlooked. In my view, she’s actually one of the most empathetic and remorseful characters on the show.

She is absolutely horrified with herself after she discovers she ate Jackie, so much so that she vomits and screams in despair. After she accidentally breaks Allie’s leg, she’s hanging her head in the locker room in shame and you can hear the remorse in her voice when she swears to Shauna that she didn’t mean to do it.

Tai supports Shauna through her pregnancy in the wilderness and through her affair with Adam (Tai is the first person Shauna tells about both of these things, and Tai passes no judgment, offering only warmth), she risks her own life to save Van from the wolves and doesn’t leave her side as she waits for the group to go get help, she is the only one to show genuine understanding and empathy for Natalie in the adult timeline (“Who does Natalie have?”), she is the one to stop Nat from shooting the blackmailers, and she is so scared of hurting her family that she begs Simone to leave her.

She is just as against Lottie’s leadership and the Wilderness worship as Nat is and she is not afraid to speak up about the dark practices she senses the group is descending into (“She’s not God you guys”). The only reason she eventually joins in Lottie’s circles is because she wants to support Van.

She’s not someone who wears her heart on her sleeve like Natalie, but she expresses her affection through actions: protecting others, making tough decisions, and taking on burdens to keep the group (or her family) afloat. Her empathy is quieter, but it’s always there, and it’s a core part of who she is. She just doesn’t allow herself the vulnerability of fully leaning into that side, because it might feel like a weakness in the face of all the responsibility she carries. It’s easy to misinterpret her actions—like freezing out Allie, forcing Shauna to burn Jackie’s body, or relentlessly pursuing her Senate campaign—as prioritizing ambition over her friends and family, but in her mind, she’s doing it for the people she loves, to create a better future for them. Her intentions are rooted in love, even if they don’t always land the way she hopes.

Does she do some really, really fucked up things sometimes? Yes, definitely. But so does every single character on this show, that’s the point. They all have some degree of kindness and compassion within them (yes, even Misty), but none of them know how to show it in a healthy way. Taissa’s way of showing love may be a bit gruff and stoic on the surface, but underneath you can tell how much she cares about the people around her and is absolutely terrified of hurting them.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

endure & survive | iii. close call

pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x single mother!reader

chapter content: MINORS DNI, written in dual POV/first person POV, no description/name given to reader, reader is a single mother, age gap (twenty-ish years), gun talk/threats, violence, threats of SA (not from joel or reader), descriptions of blood, death (no main characters)

word count: 3.4k

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READER 

I wake to the sound of a dull thump outside and a colder bed than I’m used to. My eyes bolt open as I reach for my son beside me, only for my hand to land against the mattress. I waste no time in getting to my feet, my boots stomping across the rickety floor until I’m opening the bathroom door, but he’s not there either.  

Shit. 

At the sound of laughter coming from outside the cabin, I whip the front door open and take in the sight of Colt and Ellie tossing snowballs at one another from their respective snow forts on either side of the lawn. I want to feel relieved, want to feel happy that he’s having fun and being a kid in a way he doesn’t always get to be, but I’m too protective and paranoid to feel anything but anger.  

“Colt!” I shout, not violently but loud enough for him to know I mean business. Never in his life has he left the cabin without me. I don’t know what’s come over him.  

I watch as Colt attempts to hide behind the mound of snow in front of him, as if we hadn’t just made eye contact from across the yard.  

“Colt, I’m giving you to the count of three. One...two...thr—” 

“Fine!” he shouts, popping his head over the mound as he stands and stomps his way across the snow to the edge of the porch.  

“What do you think you’re doing out here?” I scold, scanning the yard for any sign of Joel. Not that I trust the guy to watch over my kid. I find him on the side of the cabin, chopping wood with the rusty old axe I’ve been neglecting this winter.  

“We were just playing,” Colt pouts, kicking his boots into the snow. “I heard Ellie outside when I was sleeping and wanted to come out and see what they were doing. I knew you’d say no if I woke you up, so I just—” 

“Decided you’d give yourself permission?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. He looks so damn adorable and innocent peering up at me with his father’s eyes that I can’t help but soften a bit. Reaching a hand out, I cup his cheek and give it a gentle brush of my thumb. “Babe, that’s not how this works. I don’t say no just to be mean. I want you safe, so when I tell you you can’t do something, trust that it’s for a good reason.” 

His only response is a mumbled, “Okay.” 

“And FYI, I wouldn’t have said no,” I add with a half-smile. “I might’ve been grumpy about having to get up and come out here with you, but I wouldn’t have said no.” 

“So…I can keep playing?” he asks, his eyes brightening along with the smile that stretches across his face.  

“Yes,” I sigh, folding my hand back against my chest. “I have to speak with Joel, anyways.” 

Colt doesn’t seem to give much of a shit about what’s on my to-do list this morning as he bolts back to his fort and shouts that the fight is back on to Ellie.  

Stomping my way down the porch, snow crunches beneath my boots as I make my way to where Joel’s standing, chopping wood. “I’d appreciate if you made sure Colt had my permission before letting him come out here.” 

Joel pauses what he’s doing and turns to stare at me with furrowed brows and a blank look in his eyes. “It’s not my job to watch over your kid.” 

“No, but any decent human being would double check that a kid’s parent knows where they’re at,” I counter, staring back at him just as gruffly.  

“He said you knew. Not my fault he lied.” 

“You’re a dick, you know that?”  

“Been told a few times,” he says, turning back to the log in front of him and raising his axe in the air to strike at it. I don’t flinch when the wood splits in two, even if he hit it a bit more forcefully than was necessary. “We done here?” 

“You’re—” Rude. Callous. Arrogant. Unfortunately good looking. A nightmare cocktail of traits. I settle on keeping it simple, though. “An asshole.” 

“And you’re fuckin’ naive if you think that kid’s going to be safe out here forever,” he counters, loading up another log without missing a beat. “Ever heard the story of Rupunzel? Keepin’ him locked away in your cabin isn’t gonna teach him a thing about survival.” 

“Oh, I guess I should be putting a gun in his hands and taking him out for target practice, then?” I step closer, fueled by the wild desire to yank that axe out of his grasp and chop him down with it. For civility’s sake, I restrain myself from doing just that. “You have no idea what it’s like to be a kid and have to do the kinds of things it takes to survive out here—how it fucks up the mind. I do. And as long as I have a shot at preserving his youth, protecting his innocence, I’m going to do all that I can to keep him away from all the shit that’s turned people like you into cold, unfeeling assholes.” 

Joel’s only response is a scoff, a humorless smirk, and a strike of the axe through the log in front of him. When it becomes clear that he has no interest in continuing our argument—I'm clueless as to why I wish he did—I turn on my feet and head back to the porch to stew and watch over my apparently hopeless son. He’s still playing with Ellie, but instead of throwing snowballs at each other, they’ve moved on to building a snowman. Colt’s giggling and smiling like I’ve never seen before, and the sound is healing.  

I don’t give a shit what Joel has to say about my parenting. Colt is happy and safe, and at six years old, that’s all he needs to be.  

JOEL 

I’m not used to feeling remorse. It’s been years since I’ve been forced to tap into these sickly kinds of feelings—dangerous feelings. But that kid is turning me soft.  

It’s the only explanation for why I’m standing here scolding myself for being such an ass to our host. I hadn’t meant to attack her parenting skills. I remember how it felt to be judged and scrutinized for the way I chose to raise Sarah by myself rather than make it work with her mother. I remember how hard it was to do it alone, how every decision I made felt like it would end up changing her life.  

So, why the fuck was I coming at her like that?  

Maybe it’s the way she’s so unflinching in approaching me. Even with an axe in my hand—a stranger’s hand—she strolled right up to me and let me have it. Her fearlessness made me feel a little defensive, as if subconsciously I knew who would come out as the victor if we were to go at it. I might know how to fight, might have hands made for survival, but she’s got something I’ve lost long ago.  

She’s got something to fight for.  

Ellie’s the closest thing I’ve come to that in a long fucking time. But it’s not the same when I know she’s capable of fighting, too.  

That little boy out in the yard hasn’t seen a fight in his life, and it needs to stay that way.  

“Still taking your old man frustrations out on these logs?” Ellie’s voice is a welcomed interruption from my thoughts. She’s covered in snow from head to toe, but she hasn’t looked more like I kid in all the time I’ve known her.  

“Somethin’ like that,” I reply, swinging the axe into the stump and lodging it there before turning to face her. “Probably got until this evenin’ to get settled before the storm rolls in. Just tryin’ to make sure everybody’s got enough wood.” 

“Thoughtful,” Ellie says, though judging by the look she shoots towards the yard where Colt and his mother are making snow angels, she wants to say more. 

“Out with it,” I sigh, propping a hand on my hip.  

“Do you have to be such a dick? I mean, I don’t expect you to be Mr. Friendly all of a sudden, but she is kind of going out of her way so that we don’t freeze to death out here.” 

“I’m not doin’ it on purpose,” I admit with a shrug and a shake of my head. “Just not used to actin’ any different.” 

“Well get used to it, please. Or at least learn how to act like you’re civilized. We’re only here for a couple more days. I’d really appreciate if we—” 

Silencing herself, Ellie whips her head over to the tree line behind the shed, her eyebrows narrowed. I turn that way, too, even if whatever she heard went completely missed by my shitty hearing.  

“What?” I manage, keeping my voice a whisper. Slowly, she inches towards the shed, opening the door and grabbing the pistol out of her backpack before tipping her head towards the cabin in a silent demand that I follow her.  

Grabbing the axe out of the tree stump, I make my way over to the porch and wait for her to fill me in on what kind of threat we’re dealing with this time. Our host and her son seem to be aware of the noise as well, the two of them joining us in eerie silence.  

“You wanna tell me what the fuck’s goin’ on?” I whisper to Ellie, keeping my voice deadly silent.  

“You can’t hear?” Our host asks, her face scrunched up like she was disgusted by something.  

“Old guy’s a little hard of hearing,” Ellie says dismissively. “It’s a group of dudes. Just beyond the trees.” 

“There’s a clearing thirty or so yards that way. They’re probably waiting there,” our host says, her gaze lingering on mine for a beat before falling to her son. “Listen to me, baby. I need you to go inside, lock yourself in the bathroom, and don’t come out until I tell you it’s okay. Do you understand?” 

“What’s going on, mama?” Long gone is the happy kid that was playing in the snow with Ellie. Now, he’s just a ball of fear.  

“We’ve just gotta go check something out, okay?”  

“No,” he whines, latching onto her leg as she tries to usher him into the cabin. “I don’t want to be alone.” 

I look over at Ellie, catching her frowning at the boy. I know she likes to be involved in the chaos, but right now, I think there’s a better job for her. “Stay with the kid.” 

“What?” Ellie whips her eyes to mine. “But I—” 

“You’ve got a gun,” I whisper. “If anything happens to us, you’ll be able to protect the two of you.” 

She only looks like she’s about to argue for a second before Colt’s hands find her arm. Ellie melts a little as he clings to her the way he was clinging to his mother just seconds before, and with a sigh, she gives me a solitary nod. “Be careful. Both of you.” 

READER 

With weapons in hand—a shotgun in mine, an axe in Joel’s—we make our way through the snow as silently as we can. There’s no telling if this group means us any harm, but with them this close to discovering my safe haven, I can’t take any chances.  

It’s one of the uglier truths that come along with this new world, but only one side is walking away from this fight today. Joel and I, however at odds, have to protect ours. At whatever cost. 

As we’re nearing the clearing, the voices Ellie and I had heard earlier grow louder, causing Joel and I to glance at each other. He tips his chin towards the large pine tree beside me, a silent request that I hide myself behind it, and moves over to one nearer to him.  

“It’s a whole little family they’ve got over there,” a man says, his accent distinctly southern. It’s not like Joel’s subtle drawl; this guy sounds like he’s straight out of Deliverance. “Should be easy enough, once we get rid of the dad.” 

I glance at Joel, finding his jaw ticking and fingers gripping his axe tighter. I haven’t been particularly afraid of him in the twenty-four hours I’ve known him, but now I can see why he’s lasted so long out here. Take the kid away, give him a weapon, make a threat, and he turns into murder incarnate right in front of your eyes. It’s as terrifying as it is attractive.  

Maybe that says more about me than I realize. 

“I say we kill the dad, then the kids, then we have some fun with the mom before takin’ her out too,” the same man continues, and my stomach sinks. Not just because of what they plan on doing to me, but the thought of them coming anywhere near Colt and Ellie.  

Not on my fucking watch.  

Joel’s eyes meet mine and he gives me a subtle shake if his head. A silent promise that I can’t help but believe he’ll keep.  

“We gotta be smart, now,” another, older voice chimes in, sounding like the crackling of a fire. Clearly, this one’s the leader of the bunch. “We don’t know if they got guns. All we got is our knives. We need to wait until it’s dark out and they’re asleep to do anythin’.”  

Fucking cowards. And idiots. Now that I know I’m walking into a knife fight with a twelve-gauge, that sick feeling from before is long gone.  

Joel catches my attention, mouthing, “How many?” 

I peek around the tree and squint, spotting three men huddled around a small fire. There’s the oldest one, and then there are two identical looking men, save for the hundred pound difference in one of them. In another world, they’d look like a father and his twin sons on a camping retreat. In this world, though, they’re just three sick fucks looking to kill and pillage.  

I turn back to Joel and hold up three fingers, earning a solitary nod.  

“You got a clean shot?” he mouths, and I line up my scope to check it out.  

The eldest is up and pacing around now, stroking his beard while the twins sit there and watch. I can’t get a clean shot on him, but the younger ones are doable from the ten or so yards separating us.  

But the second I pull the trigger, they ones I don’t hit are going to be up and running.  

I give Joel a nod, keeping my gun lifted just like Kit taught me all those years ago. A skill I never wanted to be taught, but one I’m thankful thankful to have now that he’s gone. Joel raises his hand, counting down from five with his fingers before giving me the go ahead to shoot.  

And the minute I do, shit turns to chaos.  

JOEL 

I hardly have the chance to breathe before I’m being grabbed from behind, an arm handed around my throat threatening to suffocate me.  

There must’ve been another member of their group that we hadn’t seen, one waiting in the trees just in case. But judging by the shouts and slurs being hurled out into the air, I’m guessing that my new companion—or whatever the hell she is—has decent aim. Hell, she might’ve even taken him out in one shot.  

“Joel,” she gasps, her attention torn between the men we were watching and the one trying to wrestle me to the ground. But I don’t want her focus, not when she’s still got two men to handle. I’ll be able to fight this one off myself.  

“Shoot,” I choke out, kicking my boot backwards into the shin of my attacker.  

“Fuck,” he hisses, his grip loosening just enough for me to shove out of his hold. Facing him, I raise my axe and swipe at his legs, slicing the back of his knee. He shouts as he goes down onto one knee, calling out for his friends. “Fuck! Brady! Two out here!” 

A shot sounds, the bullet whizzing through the air.  

Then another.  

And another.  

Still, there are two voices hurling promises of pain and misery.  

She’s getting nervous now, her aim sloppy. I’m not looking at her, not as I strike clean through the man in front of me’s neck, cutting his head off in one harsh blow.  

It’s sickening—the sight, the blood, the feeling of tearing through flesh. But it’s either kill or be killed. And they plan to do a hell of a lot worse than kill my new companion.  

“Joel!” This time, her voice isn’t laced with concern for me. No, she’s scared for herself. And as I whip around to see why, I feel my stomach drop with dread.  

A man at least three times her size is rushing at her like a linebacker, ready to take her out.  

To take her away from her son.  

From me.  

Fuck that.  

I charge at him like a bull, hitting him from the side right before he runs right through her. She drops her gun in the process of scrambling back, her eyes wide as she watches me straddle him, my fists pounding his face into the snow until he no longer looks human.  

“Get the fucking gun!” I shout, still fighting off the hands trying to clasp around my neck. I hear her scramble to the gun, but not before the final intruder—the oldest one—stomps his foot into the barrel. Right as I deliver the final blow to his friend’s skull.  

“Y’all thought it was okay to kill my boys?” His voice is pure evil, pure grit. If I were a bit more hillbilly, it might’ve sounded like me. “You got any idea what I’m gonna do to y’all to pay you back? Startin’ with you, sugar.”  

I’m panting and sore, my knuckles bloodied and teeth bared as I watch him kick her chest with enough force to break a rib. She lands against the soft snow and coughs up some blood, but her eyes don’t flicker with pain. No, they’re alight with fire. Promises of sweet vengeance.  

“I’ll leave him alive long enough for him to watch what I’m about to do to you,” the old man says, lifting the gun and slinging the strap over his shoulder before turning to me. “You think you’ll like that? Watchin’ me play with your toy?” 

“You lay a hand on her and I’ll take my sweet time in killin’ you,” I promise, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the crimson staining the pure snow.  

“How you plannin’ on doin’ that when you’re dead?” he chuckles, turning back to her. “That’s a real gentleman you got there. Too bad he can’t save you.” 

“No, but I fucking can.”  

Ellie.  

Fuck me, she shouldn’t be out here.  

And neither should the six year old at her side, holding a kitchen knife.  

Just as the old man opens his mouth to speak, Ellie shuts him up by putting a bullet through his forehead. Just like I taught her.  

“Shit.” Ellie’s shaking, her eyes fixed on the man she just killed as he falls the the ground, along side two of his dead companions, the other somewhere in the clearing alone. “Shit. Joel.” 

“I know,” I blurt out, rushing over to her and blocking both her and Colt’s view of the bodies. His mom gets onto her feet, stumbling and gripping her chest as she reaches her son.  

“Mama,” he cries, dropping the knife in the snow as he clings to her.  

And fuck me if the sight doesn’t make my chest ache.  

“C’mon,” I say, scanning the woods around us to make sure there aren’t any more surprises in store. “Into the cabin. Let’s go.” 

[tpwk-formula1]

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Here is the sneak peak to what you have to look forward to once I hit 2K followers! Before we get into the goodies I want to take a second to thank each of you so much for bringing this blog to life and reading and interacting with my stories! I started this blog because I decided to throw on a race last May… Who knew watching Lando winning his first race would change the entire direction of my life. I have never been chill about my love for F1 and while it has been under a year of me being a fan I have grown up around motorsports my whole life. Anyways enough with the sappiness I am just so thankful! 

I am trying to make my blog more interactive and while I love my pizza menu creating an entire fic from plot to porn to aftercare it can become too much so I am starting new AUs so while I am working on requests I can still make sure to keep you fed! Here are the introductions to the new universe here at Lee-Lee’s!

*Means once the first fic is posted they are open for requests to start building the AU! I also wrote in the TW what their hashtag will be so you can find all the requests for each on there! If I haven’t marked one of your favorites let me know and if there is enough of you guys interested I will add them! I want to keep it to only a few at first so I can keep each AU active

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Plot: Y/N is your average university student studying abroad in Spain for a few semesters when she stumbles across a Spanish speaking porn star. While her spanish was far from perfect she could understand his dirty talk clear as day. She can’t help her little panties getting soaked. Once she had exhausted his Twitter to it’s fullest she breaks down and buys herself the top subscription to his Only Fans. She’s quiet and lurks in the distance but as she grows more desperate for the beautiful man she grows more bold. Somehow one thing leads to another and she’s on a call with Carlos begging to cum for him.

Sneak Peak:

“You’re not cumming until I get my hands on you”

TW: First Orgasm, CORRUPTION, loss of virginity… #porn star! carlos

Tattoo Artist! Lewis X Piercer! Reader*

Plot: Lewis has trained Y/N to be the perfect piercer but when his thoughts start turning unprofessional he can’t help himself to a new piercing… 8 to be exact. Y/N had completed several genital piercings in her time as a piercer but never has it been on someone she knew so personally so when her boss grows hard under her touch she can’t help but turn the relationship a bit unprofessional.

Sneak Peak:

“Yes 8 each spaced an inch apart” 

TW: Body Modifications, oral, pleasure dom! Lewis… #tattoo artist! lewis

Virgin! Oscar X PR! Manager Reader

Plot: Oscar could admit being a 23 year old virgin was a bit insane but in his defense he was to focussed on racing to be thinking about girls, but when he meets his new PR manager who has quickly become like a second mom despite the close age. After a drunk confession Y/N makes it her new mission to teach Oscar all things women and sex!

Sneak Peak:

“Osc, you don’t have to be so gentle”

TW: Sex lessons (all sex basics), Sub! Oscar

Charles X Pay for Sex! Reader

Plot: After his recent break up with his long term girl friend Charles can’t help himself but start looking on some shady websites. When he finds a “pay for sex” site curiosity got the best of him and when he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on he couldn’t not book himself a night. When he realizes he could purchase her for an extended stay he quickly writes her our an email with an attached deposit. After some communication she is fully prepared for her weekend in Monaco

Sneak Peak:

“Cumming already? God you’re never gonna want to leave”

TW: Free Use

Pierre X Tori X Max*

Plot: When Tori finally admits to her boy friend Pierre that their sex life was rather shit what she least expects is for him to come back a few days later with some grand plan. The plan in question is having a threesome… with another man, and not just any man but his teammate Max Verstappen. Y/N is even more shocked walking into Max’s apartment to find out he had a sex dungeon. A room he designed and built with the sole purpose of exploring all kinds of kinks.

Sneak Peak:

“We have a list of kinks we’re going to try tonight”

TW: Bondage, Sex Toys, Double Penetration, Edging, Multiple Orgasms

Lando X Luisha X Reader*

Plot: Lu and Y/N have been childhood best friends and on occasions more than friends. The two girls had shared their first kiss with each other, and some of their other first while they were in their later teens but when Lu started dating Lando it all kind of stopped. But after a nasty fight between Lando and Lu, Lu seeks the affection from her best friend. From then it became sneaky kisses, flirty comments, and far more sleepovers than the average 25 year old girls. When Lando catching them in the act they fear everything is about to crumble, but to their shock his only rule for their new dynamic was he got to join the fun sometimes.

Sneak Peak:

"I'm not mad, just sad I wasn't invited"

TW: wlw, Cheating, threesome… #Poly! Lando 

Oscar X Bookwarm! Reader

Plot: Y/N is your typical book worm. She reads all types of books from classics, to thrillers, and even self help books but when she gets a hyper fixation on spicy romance novels she can’t help the dirty thoughts running through her head. On what she thought was a private call she admits to her best friend that a part of her wished Oscar fucked her the way some book boyfriend fuck, but didn’t know how to bring it up to him since she was already satisfied in bed and didn’t want to hurt her longterm boyfriend feelings. 

Sneak Peak:

“Go on, read it to me”

TW: Oral, rough sex

Frat Boy! Lando X Sorority President! Reader*

Plot: Y/N and Lando have been friends since their freshman year at the University of Alabama where they met while pledging for their respective house. Their friendship grew quick and while they had their share of intimate moments throughout the year it takes one beginning of the year party for everything to change.

Sneak Peak:

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this"

TW: Cross faded sex… #Frat! Lando

Retired! Sebastian X Eloise! Driver*

Plot: When Eloise Harris was announced as the newest rookie to the 2025 grid after Checo was essentially fired she was completely stunned when her manager called her to let her know that her childhood hero is asking if she had a mentor. As the season is set to begin Sebastian comes up with the bright idea of having a reward and punishment system. While it started with small gifts or extra workouts it eventually started to morph into something more taboo.

Sneak Peak:

“Been such a good girl all weekend”

TW: Dom/Sub, Edging, Spanking

Gabriel X Older! Reader*

Plot: Y/N Norris is Lando’s twin sister and works for Mclaren in their stategry department. When she meets their development driver who will be joining Kick Sauber at the end of the season, she can’t help but notice the blushing cheeks or the wandering eyes of the young boy. When she comes across his Raya account she got curious and ended matching with him. That’s when sneaky meet ups and quickies start to become a regular occurrence. 

Sneak Peak:

“Shit! That wasn’t supposed to happen, I’m so sorry”

TW: Quickies, Secretive, Caught… #Rookie! Gabi

Single Dad! Kimi R X Nanny! Reader*

Plot: When the newly divorced Kimi realizes he needs some extra help during race weekends when his ex wife decides to runaway with some French model leaving him to raise their 3 year old twins on his own. When his teammate suggest getting a nanny the two of them search for the perfect nanny who is qualified enough to take care of 2 young toddlers. When they found Y/N they knew she was perfect. It was almost instant that Kimi knew having a woman like Y/N was going to be far harder than he realized. He assumes his quiet demeanor is covering his track but Y/N finds the cameras in her room almost instantly.

Sneak Peak:

“Kimi, I know you’ve been watching me at night”

TW: Stalking… #Single Dad! Kimi

CEO! Toto X Assistant! Reader*

Plot: When Toto hires Y/N he had no idea the lowkey bootcamp she was going to turn the Mercedes garage into. She took over some of Toto’s smaller jobs like making sure the new stylist was picking appropriate clothing for the boys or making sure their nutritionists where feeding them enough food. But when she starts assisting Toto with more personal things a quite unprofessional relationship starts to develop. 

Sneak Peak:

"Get on your knees under my desk"

TW: Sensual… #CEO! Toto

Nico H X Ollie’s Older Sister! Olivia*

Plot: Nico first noticed Olivia around the paddock pretty early into the season but when she showed up in the Haas garage with Oliver Bearman it takes him roughly 5 seconds to realize she was the older sister. Nico couldn’t help his wandering eye or the way Y/N is almost always looking in his direction when his eyes find her. When they both end up plastered in Vegas their next actions completely change the direction of their future.

Sneak Peak:

“I’m fucking screwed, Nico!”

TW: Pregnancy, Drunk Sex.... #Dad! Nico

Team Principal! Daniel X Rookie Horner! Reader*

Plot: When Max Verstappen announced his retirement at the end of the 2025 season due to his beautiful daughter being born Red Bull Racing was faced with the challenge of who will replace the 4X World Champion. After a long debate the settled on Y/N Horner the oldest daughter of Christian Horner. Red Bull knew he could no longer be the Team Principal so who better to replace Christian than Daniel Ricciardo, former Red Bull driver. Y/N and Daniel almost instantly start butting heads. He thinks she’s too cocky and was only handed her seat while she was on a mission to prove her boss wrong and keep her seat. She would do anything to keep her seat.

Sneak Peak:

“Oh come on princess, P6 isn’t good enough to cum”

TW: DUB CON! Coercion… #Team Principal! Daniel

2024 F1 Grid X Paddock Bunny! Reader (requests are always open for the Paddock Bunny Series)

Plot: Y/N Brown has been with the majority of the guys on the grid by now but when they get the bright idea of renting out a sex club she gets to bounce from room to room exploring an intimate moment with each driver and their favorite kinks.

Sneak Peak:

"Get ready for a long night, Bunny"

TW: Gang Bang, Toys, Rough, Breeding

[notdotspot]

Dp x Dc We Meet Again

Masterpost

Tim was waiting impatiently in his normal corner of the Bat Burger. He finds it difficult to sit still when he is so close to clues about his dreams. Despite his anger at Bruce for benching him, the ten hours of sleep did grant him reprieve from his visions. He thought sleeping would have reawoken the nightmares, but Tim had dreamless sleep for the first time in years. In retrospect, he does not even have clear memories past the forty-eight-hour mark, so his research after that time was nothing but jumbled thoughts. At least now he is not plagued with paranoia and that creature lurking in the outskirts of his vision. He could take the chance to get some fuel in his body, though Damian would argue a burger and fries are not sufficient nutrients for their nighttime activities, and put his rest towards quality investigation. 

The door chimed as new customers walked in. Tim glanced up to see Jason walking towards him. Tim would have directed his attention back to his food if he had not noticed Jason speaking to someone behind them. Leading the mystery person to the table where he was sitting. 

“Trust me he is chill. He might actually be able to help.” Jason’s attention turns to Tim. “I brought someone for you to meet. I do not think he is working for Ras but I think he knows something about the Lazarus Pits.”

“Hi, I am Phantom,” says a boy as he pops out from behind Jason.

Tim freezes the second their eyes meet. Those green eyes sent him right back to the clearing he found himself in four nights ago. The black figure whose whole being radiated fear and death. A glowing green aura and eyes to match. Eyes he has seen a thousand times since his dream. Eyes that were burned onto the back of his eyelids. Eyes that he thought he escaped after sleeping off his exhaustion. Eyes he had nearly chalked up to being a fictional dream and a symptom of delirium. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, but the darkness does not cover the blazing green of those eyes. His ears are ringing and his heart is pounding out of his chest. A firm hand grips his shoulder and his eyes spring open, meeting Jason's clear blue eyes. 

Tim finally registers his voice, “Hey, Timmy! Are you good?”

A voice off to the side speaks quietly, “Is he okay? Should I  leave?”

“No!” Tim forces out, quickly. “Stay. I need answers.”

The boy, Phantom he remembers, hesitantly slides into the booth.

“I can try.”

“What are you?” Tim asks with a bit too much aggression. Jason smacks him on the back of the head. 

“Do not be rude, dipshit. He is willing to help and he does not seem like a threat.”

“Were you not just chasing him through the city earlier?” Tim accuses.

Phantom interrupts, “Yes, but it was all fun and games. I try not to interfere with human realms.”

“So, you are not human?” Tim’s scrutinizing gaze tears through him. Jason goes to slap him again but Tim catches his hand, giving him a dirty look.

“Be nice.”

Tim raises his hands in surrender but his guarded posture remains. “Okay. Okay. Can you, please, queue us in on your existence?” 

“Sure! I am a ghost from a different realm,” he says, casually, “It can not be that crazy. You have a Kryptonian on your planet and he is a ghost, too.” Phantom points at Jason.

“I mean, well, kind of. Not in the same way that I am but he reeks of tainted ectoplasmic residue. He has seen death. I can feel it.” 

“What? I am a ghost?”

Phantom turns to Jason. “Not quite. It is like the difference between fish and aquatic mammals. Ghosts, or for the sake of this analogy fish, survive within water. They rely on it for habitat and food sources, but they also breathe it. You are like an aquatic mammal, you seem to also rely on the water, or ectoplasm, for survival, but you do not breathe it. If my inference is right, you require your human functions to be alive but without ectoplasmic energy, you would unravel. You would be like a beached whale, still alive, but slowly shutting down without water. There is likely a more scientific approach but no way to know for sure without a lab.”

“Cool.” Jason stands from his spot. “Good enough for me. I am getting food. Your usual, Tim?”

“Sure,” Tim says blankly, eyes never leaving Phantom. 

“Anything for you, kid?”

“Not a kid, but I will take a number three. Thank you.” Jason walks around the corner to place the order. Tim’s eyes harden.

“My turn. Why are you haunting me?”

“I am not. Haunting is not a real thing. Just some GIW propaganda to make people subconsciously fear ghosts. A haunt is a ghost’s safe space and a term stolen and twisted by humans,” he replies, cooly. There is a tinge of bitterness in his voice.

“Okay, so why did I see you in my dreams? What is the GIW?”

“The GIW stands for Guys in White. Some secret government organization under the guise of public security. They research and hunt ghosts. To the dream question, I do not know, but I am flattered.”

“I am serious. Night terror level dreams.”

Phantom seemed to soften. “Look, I really do not know. Maybe you had a recent brush with death. Sometimes close encounters wear down the line between our realms. I am sorry. They will go away with time.”

Jason slams the food tray down, sliding into the booth next to Tim. 

“Thank you, uhh?”

“Red Hood,” Tim answers for him, seeing as Jason had already slid back his helmet for a bite of burger. 

“I am Tim.”

They eat silently as Tim and Phantom’s eyes flicker back and forth. Jason finishes quickly, and with his helmet back in place, turns to Phantom.

“So, is the Lazuras Pit ectoplastic?”

“Ectoplasm? Umm. Do you have a picture?”

Tim wipes his hands and grabs his phone. He takes a moment to scroll and type before turning the screen, displaying a picture of a glowing green pit.

“Oh. One hundred percent ectoplasm.”

“Is there a way to fix me? Should I swim in it again?”

“Again? No. You never should have in the first place. It looks dirty. I can infuse you with fresh ectoplasm. With the right amount, it should last you about the same time as a normal human lifespan. I would need a few days to do the calculations and maybe consult some colleagues.” 

“Colleagues?” Jason questions.

“People I know. They would know more than me about ectoplasm specifics. I will make the trip soon.” 

Tim speaks up, having tucked his phone away, “Could you get rid of the Lazarus Pit?”

“I think so. It would need some purification but, theoretically, I could send it back to the ghost zone.”

Tim turns to Jason, “I think you need to brief B. We could solve more than one issue with Phantom’s help.”

Phantom’s phone begins to ring. He pulls it from a pocket that was definitely not there before.

“I have to take this. Thank you for the meal.” He exits the booth, answering the phone. 

“Hey, Frostbite. Perfect timing! I have some questions for you.”

As Phantom neared the door, already engrossed in his conversation, Tim calls out, “How will we contact you?”

“I will find you!”

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Linked the master post bc I am lazy and don't want to link each part individually

I can't stop writing. I am about to get busy with personal work, so updates may slow down. I was posting a chapter a day but I don't know if I can keep up with that as this story gets longer. I will try to find a schedule quickly!

Thank you for reading!

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I adore the your post of “the elves reacting to the different types of kisses”

please can you do an Elrond one I love him so much and love how you write him 🥺🩵

hope you are well and thank you

Thank you so much your words mean a lot and I’m just tired but I’m alright thanks for asking ❤️‍🔥🫶✨ yes! 🙌 Elrond supremacy. enjoy my friend 🛐

As they was a few who requested Elrond too this was the first person not sure who the anonymous ones are but here Elrond one 🙌

The elves reacting to the different types of kisses (forehead, cheek, jaw, wrist elven ear, nose, shoulder, lips...)

Elrond version below

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

Forehead kiss

The day had stretched long, and the weight of his responsibilities pressed heavily on Elrond’s noble shoulders. His usually calm expression betrayed the slightest furrow of worry as he stood by the window of his chamber, gazing out at the valley below, lost in thought. The soft rustle of your approach drew his attention briefly, but his eyes lingered on the horizon, his mind still consumed by duty.

You stepped close, silently placing a hand on his arm. The warmth of your touch seemed to bring him back to the present, and his gaze flickered to you. Without a word, you cupped his cheek gently, the pads of your fingers grazing his skin as you guided his face toward you. His eyes searched yours, a mix of quiet admiration and vulnerability, as you leaned in, your lips brushing his forehead with infinite care.

Elrond froze, as though caught off guard by the simplicity of the gesture, but then let out a soft, shuddering breath, his body visibly relaxing. His long lashes fluttered shut, and for a moment, he simply stood there, letting the warmth of your affection sink into him. Slowly, his hands rose to frame your face, his touch reverent and tender. His thumbs grazed your cheekbones, lingering as though he couldn’t bear to let the moment pass too quickly.

He lowered his head, his forehead pressing gently against yours, his breath mingling with your own. His voice, when it came, was soft and unsteady, yet full of depth and sincerity. “You honor me with such simple, yet profound affection, meleth nín,” he murmured, his words almost a whisper. “In moments like this, I am reminded that even amidst the chaos, there is peace.”

A small smile crept across his lips, warm and grateful, and he lingered there with you, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. For a time, the world outside faded, and all that mattered was the quiet intimacy of your shared presence.

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Cheek kiss

The late afternoon sunlight spilled into the study, casting a warm glow across the room. The faint scent of parchment and ink lingered in the air as Elrond sat at his desk, his quill moving gracefully across a piece of vellum. His brows knit slightly in concentration, but there was no urgency in his work—just a quiet diligence that was so characteristically his.

You stood nearby, watching him with a soft smile. His hair, dark as the night sky, fell in elegant waves over his shoulders, and the calm focus in his features only made your heart ache with affection. Drawn to him, you moved closer, standing at his side for a moment before leaning down.

Elrond didn’t notice at first, his mind still absorbed in his work, until your lips brushed lightly against his cheek. The contact was fleeting, yet impossibly tender, and it brought him to a sudden pause. The quill in his hand stopped mid-stroke, and you saw the faintest flicker of surprise in his expression.

Slowly, he turned his head to meet your gaze. His eyes, deep and thoughtful, softened as they locked onto yours. A faint blush crept across his fair skin—so subtle that only someone as close as you would notice. He didn’t speak at first, as though searching for the right words, but instead, he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek with a touch as light as a whisper.

His lips quirked upward in a small, almost teasing smile. “You’ve stolen my focus,” he said softly, though his tone held no reproach. His fingers lingered on your face, tracing an invisible path along your cheekbone, before letting his hand rest there. “But then again,” he continued, his voice low and steady, “my heart has been yours for far longer than my attention.”

He leaned back slightly, his smile still faint but undeniably warm, his eyes lingering on you with quiet devotion. Though he returned to his work, you could see the way his expression had changed—the faint smile remained, and the warmth of your kiss seemed to linger in his demeanor, a silent reminder of the love that surrounded him.

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Jawline kiss

The evening air was soft with the quiet hum of the world around you, but in this moment, the only sounds were the steady rhythm of your breaths and the subtle, electric tension between you and Elrond. You stood close, the space between you charged with the unspoken affection that had always been there, but tonight felt different—more palpable, more intense.

You raised your hand to gently trace the sharp, defined line of his jaw, your fingers lightly brushing against his skin. The touch was barely there, but the effect was immediate. Elrond’s breath caught, a sharp intake that hinted at the tension building within him. His eyes fluttered closed as the softness of your lips followed the path your fingers had traced, pressing a delicate kiss to his jawline.

The simple touch seemed to unravel something inside of him. His hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of your clothing. His body was taut, as though every part of him was straining to maintain composure in the wake of such intimate attention.

A low hum rumbled from his chest, a sound that was half in pleasure, half in restraint. Elrond tilted his head slightly toward you, instinctively seeking more of your touch. The movement was subtle, but it was enough to make your pulse quicken as his closeness enveloped you. His lips parted just enough to allow a whispered breath to escape. “Do you know what you do to me, meleth nín?” His voice was deep, husky, coated with desire that he was trying to keep carefully restrained.

You could see it in his eyes—the heat building behind them. It was as if the world around him had faded away, leaving only the two of you in this shared moment of longing. His gray eyes smoldered, fixed on yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

Slowly, almost reverently, Elrond reached up, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. His thumb trailed softly along the curve of your cheek, the touch sending a shiver through you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple before pressing against yours in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of yearning. His hand cradled your face, his fingers delicately tracing the line of your jaw as if committing the feeling to memory.

His kiss deepened, slow but purposeful, pulling you even closer, until there was no more space between your bodies. The intensity of his touch, the way his lips moved against yours, spoke of a hunger that was tempered with reverence—a deep desire to connect with you, to claim you in the most tender of ways.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his breath still uneven. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to regain his composure, but the warmth of his gaze never left yours. You could feel the stillness between you, a connection so powerful that neither words nor gestures were needed to express it.

In the silence, you could hear the quiet hum of contentment that passed between you both. It was a shared understanding, an acknowledgment of the depth of feeling that neither of you had to explain. With one last tender touch, Elrond’s hand lingered at the back of your neck, his thumb brushing across your skin, as if marking the moment in time when nothing else mattered but the two of you together.

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Wrist kiss

You found yourself next to Elrond, the two of you standing in the quiet sanctuary of his study, the soft glow of candlelight flickering around you both. The weight of his many responsibilities was ever present, but there was a gentleness in the way he looked at you, as though in your presence, he could find some measure of solace.

As he reached out to move a book on the desk, his sleeve gently shifted, exposing the delicate skin of his wrist. It was a part of him that rarely felt the touch of affection, reserved only for the most intimate moments. With a tenderness that mirrored his own care for you, you reached for his wrist, your lips grazing the soft skin there, pressing a kiss against it.

The effect was immediate. Elrond froze, his entire body stilling as your lips made contact with his wrist. A shiver of warmth ran up his arm, the sensation more intense than he’d expected. His breath caught in his chest for a brief moment, and he slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours. His grayish blue eyes softened, the usual intensity replaced by something infinitely more tender, more open.

His lips parted as if he wished to say something, but for a moment, he simply studied you with admiration, as though trying to convey just how much your love meant to him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual, laced with emotion. “Even the smallest of gestures from you are treasured more than you know.”

Elrond took your hand in his, his thumb brushing gently over the spot where your lips had just been. His touch was careful, as though he feared that the simple act of holding you too tightly might cause the moment to slip away. “Every touch, every gesture, you have my heart, meleth nín,” he whispered, a deep sincerity in his tone.

He held your hand for a moment longer, his gaze soft but filled with the unspoken depth of his feelings for you. That wrist, so often overlooked, now felt like the center of the world to him, imbued with the love you gave so freely.

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Lips kiss

The evening was serene, the soft glow of candlelight flickering as you and Elrond shared a quiet moment together. He stood close to you, his gaze tender and full of warmth. Your eyes met, and without a word, you stepped toward him, your breath mingling in the still air. He watched you with soft admiration, as if he had all the time in the world to simply take you in.

You reached up, your hands brushing against his chest before gently cupping his face. With a softness that mirrored your emotions, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. At first, the kiss was slow and tender, a simple meeting of lips that spoke volumes in its gentleness. Elrond sighed into the kiss, savoring the warmth and softness of your touch as if it was something he could never have enough of. His arms wrapped securely around you, pulling you closer as though the very act of holding you might protect you both from the world outside.

But then, as you deepened the kiss, something in Elrond seemed to shift. His control, which was often unwavering, slipped away in that moment, and you felt the intensity of his response as he kissed you with a newfound urgency. His lips moved against yours with a passion that took your breath away, his hands cradling your face with a reverence that made your heart swell.

“There is no joy greater than this, to feel you, to know you are mine,” he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with emotion. His thumbs traced your cheeks with a tenderness that spoke of his unspoken devotion. It was as though he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t say with words—how deeply he loved you, how your presence grounded him in a way nothing else could.

When the kiss finally ended, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming a little quicker, his eyes half-lidded with affection and contentment. A quiet hum of happiness escaped him, as if he could find peace in your touch alone. His mind was entirely focused on you, the connection between you two that no burden or responsibility could touch.

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Temple kiss

Elrond’s shoulders were heavy with the weight of leadership, and though he carried it with grace, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the subtle tension that lingered at the edges of his calm demeanor. He sat in a chair, a moment of respite amidst his duties, though his mind was clearly still preoccupied. You approached him quietly, your movements gentle and deliberate, sensing that he needed a moment of peace more than anything else.

Kneeling beside him, you placed your hand on his shoulder, your touch soothing. His grayish-blue eyes met yours, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you saw him relax just slightly, the guard around him lowering, even if only for a brief moment. Without a word, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple, your lips barely grazing the smooth skin there.

Elrond’s eyes fluttered shut, and a quiet sigh of relief escaped his lips. For a moment, all the burdens of his responsibilities seemed to fade into the background, and he simply allowed himself to be present with you. The kiss, so gentle and full of love, was like a balm to his weary mind. It was the kind of touch he didn’t realize he needed—something tender and uncomplicated that allowed him to forget the weight he carried.

A small, blissful smile tugged at his lips as he let his head fall slightly to the side, seeking more of your touch. His hand, almost instinctively, reached up to brush through your hair, the action soft and intimate, a gesture that spoke volumes about his devotion to you. His touch was like a silent vow, a promise that no matter the burden he carried, you would always be his refuge.

“You are a balm to my weary mind,” he whispered, his voice low and full of gratitude. There was a quiet reverence in the way he spoke, as though you had done something extraordinary simply by offering him this small act of love.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The world outside felt distant, and in the tranquility of that moment, Elrond allowed himself to simply be held, the quiet affection you shared a relief from the constant demands of his life. The gentle kiss on his temple had given him a rare, peaceful respite, a reminder that he was not alone in the weight of the world.

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Neck kiss

The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, a quiet stillness enveloping the two of you. Elrond stood before you, his figure tall and commanding, yet there was a subtle unease in his posture. The weight of countless duties, both past and present, seemed to press against him even in the quiet solace of your presence. The air between you was thick with an unspoken connection, as though the world outside held no importance in this fleeting moment.

With each breath he took, the tension in his shoulders remained, yet the tenderness in his eyes when they met yours was undeniable. Without a word, you took a step closer, your hand slowly reaching for him, your fingertips grazing the soft fabric of his tunic as you placed your hand gently against his chest, just over his heart. The contact was grounding, and for a heartbeat, you both stood there, feeling the rhythm of each other’s presence.

As your lips brushed softly against the delicate curve of his neck, you could feel Elrond’s breath catch in his throat. The sound was barely audible, but it spoke volumes, a mixture of surprise and longing. His chest rose and fell with the slow, measured rhythm of his breathing, but it was uneven now, stirred by the warmth of your touch. His usually composed demeanor seemed to falter for just a moment, the vulnerability in the way he closed his eyes betraying the depth of the feelings your kiss evoked.

Elrond’s fingers slid down your arm with a slow, deliberate motion, as if memorizing the feel of your skin against his. His touch was reverent, like a soft caress, sending ripples of warmth through your body. You could sense that your kiss, so tender and fleeting, had unlocked something within him, a tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show. His fingertips trailed down, brushing against your wrist before his hand moved back up to rest against the small of your back, guiding you closer to him.

A soft sigh, barely a whisper, escaped his lips. It was a sound so quiet, almost imperceptible, but it carried an unmistakable weight—a rare expression of vulnerability from the steadfast Lord of Rivendell. Your lips continued their slow, gentle exploration, and in that moment, everything outside of the two of you seemed to fall away. The world could wait; only this intimate exchange mattered now.

His voice, a low murmur, broke the silence, the words heavy with meaning. “There are few things more cherished than your kiss, meleth nín,” Elrond spoke, his voice barely a whisper, but the sincerity in his words was unmistakable. Each syllable seemed to hang in the air between you, carrying with it the depth of his feelings. His gaze softened even more as his eyes flicked to yours, his hand moving ever so gently to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

The heat of his skin beneath your lips was intoxicating, his pulse steady and strong against your touch, yet there was something more in his quiet response to your kiss. He leaned into your touch, surrendering himself to the comfort you gave him, as though your kiss was a balm to the weary soul he kept hidden beneath layers of responsibility. It was a sacred thing—this moment, this connection.

As you stayed there, the kiss lingering between you both, Elrond’s hand moved, his fingers gently cradling the back of your neck, encouraging you to stay just as you were. The silence between you was thick with emotion, a shared understanding that needed no further words. Everything in that space—his touch, his presence, and the way he held you—spoke louder than anything he could have said aloud. In this moment, you both existed outside the bounds of time and duty, caught in a quiet, intimate exchange of affection that felt both eternal and fleeting.

As the kiss finally slowed, you felt a subtle shift within him—something deep and profound. His breath was slower now, his chest rising and falling in a gentler rhythm. The closeness between you seemed to wrap around you both, leaving you suspended in a moment of unspoken connection. Elrond’s hand remained against the back of your neck, a silent plea for you to stay just a little longer, to hold on to this peace that neither of you could find anywhere else.

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Hand kiss

The two of you sat together in the dim light of the study, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as Elrond absentmindedly traced the edge of a map with his fingers. His mind was no doubt busy with the concerns of Rivendell and the state of Middle-earth, but in this peaceful moment, there was an underlying tranquility that existed only in your shared presence.

You reached out, your fingers brushing over his hand, catching his attention. Elrond turned his gaze toward you, his expression softening instantly, a gentle warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes without a single word. His hand stilled beneath yours as you lifted it gently, bringing it to your lips. You pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the back of his hand, feeling the subtle texture of his skin, the weight of every moment shared between you both.

The air seemed to still as you pulled back, and Elrond’s eyes never left you. A gentle smile touched his lips, a small yet deeply meaningful expression that carried with it all the affection he often held in reserve. He lowered his gaze to your hand, then back up to your face, as though he were searching for the right words.

“You honor me beyond measure,” Elrond spoke quietly, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes softened as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles in return. “And I am humbled by your love.”

In the simple act of kissing his hand, you felt the deep reverence he held for you, the silent acknowledgment of all that you had shared. It was a gesture of tenderness, but it carried more weight than just the kiss—it was an unspoken promise, an assurance that the love between you was both enduring and sacred. Elrond’s eyes locked with yours once more, a connection formed between the two of you, tender and filled with an affection that transcended words. The moment felt timeless, a small, intimate exchange of love that would stay with you both long after the evening passed.

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Shoulder kiss

The early morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bedroom. The quiet stillness of the room was only broken by the steady rhythm of Elrond’s breathing as he lay beside you, his features relaxed in the peace of sleep. The soft warmth of the blankets cocooned you both, but your eyes were wide awake, watching him with the kind of affection that only a quiet morning could inspire.

You couldn’t resist the pull to be close to him, to wake him with the tenderness he always showed you. Gently, you reached out, your fingertips brushing across the smooth expanse of his bare shoulder. His skin was warm and soft beneath your touch, a quiet contrast to the coolness of the early morning air. Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the curve of his shoulder, the soft, tender contact brushing over his skin like a whisper of affection.

The sensation of your lips on his shoulder was enough to stir Elrond from his slumber. His breathing faltered, the warmth of sleep slipping away as he became aware of your presence beside him. At first, there was just a subtle shift, a small intake of breath, but then his body seemed to relax into the touch, as though he had waited for this moment to fully wake. His skin flushed, the unexpected kiss a reminder of the connection between you. The sound of a slow, contented sigh escaped his lips as he turned toward you, his eyes fluttering open just enough to meet yours.

For a moment, he simply gazed at you with sleepy adoration, his tired eyes filled with a quiet love. A soft smile curved his lips, the kind of smile that spoke of deep affection and warmth, something only you could bring to life in him. His arms moved instinctively, reaching out to pull you closer, enveloping you in his embrace as he nuzzled his face against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“Meleth nín,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with sleep yet full of affection. The sound of your name on his lips felt like the most intimate of blessings, each syllable wrapped in devotion. His hands, though still heavy with the drowsiness of sleep, caressed your face with gentle strokes, his touch tender as though memorizing every contour of you.

You felt him draw you closer, the space between you vanishing as he pressed his lips to yours in a deep, loving kiss. His kiss was slow, savoring, and as it deepened, you could feel the weight of his love, the way he poured all his affection into this simple, intimate moment. His hands framed your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, his kiss a quiet declaration of everything he could never fully say with words.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his eyes half-lidded with affection. His breath came slower now, more even, the weight of sleep still lingering in his voice. He caressed your face with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, his eyes closing for just a moment as if memorizing the feeling of being close to you, here, in this quiet, sacred moment.

“I cannot imagine a better way to begin the day,” he whispered, his voice still soft and drowsy, but full of warmth and adoration. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as though he could keep you in this moment forever, the world outside fading into nothing.

There was no rush, no need for anything more. Just the simple peace of being in each other’s arms, the quiet love that seemed to speak louder than any words. It was a moment suspended in time, where everything outside of you both ceased to exist.

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Nose kiss

The fire in the hearth crackled softly, filling the room with a comforting warmth as Elrond sat beside you, engrossed in one of his many books. He was always absorbed in knowledge, often getting lost in the pages of ancient texts, his mind racing with ideas and thoughts that few could understand.

You sat close, your eyes occasionally flicking to the words, but more often than not, you were simply content to watch him. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his fingers turned the pages so delicately, and the way his voice occasionally hummed as he read aloud all captivated you.

As he read, your heart swelled with affection for him—the calm, steady presence he exuded. The thought of interrupting him with a small act of love was too tempting to resist, so you leaned over just enough to press a soft, playful kiss to the tip of his nose.

The gentle touch pulled him from the pages of the book, and Elrond froze for a brief moment. A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest as he looked up from the pages, his attention momentarily broken. His lips curved into a smile, his gray eyes softening with warmth and amusement.

“Such a playful love you are,” he said, his voice rich with affection as he closed the book with a soft, satisfied thud. His fingers lingered on the cover as he met your gaze, a smile tugging at his lips. “But I must admit, I enjoy the interruption.” There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, but also a deep sense of contentment as he turned his full attention toward you, the corners of his lips curling upward with genuine happiness.

He leaned in toward you, his lips brushing yours gently at first, his kiss slow and deep with all the quiet affection that had accumulated in the space between you during the evening. As you pulled away, he chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm in the silence of the room.

“I should be reading, but your love makes it hard to focus,” he murmured, his voice laced with a quiet teasing. The spark of joy in his eyes was unmistakable, and you knew that, for Elrond, moments like this—simple, tender, and full of affection—were just as meaningful as his study of ancient texts. In fact, these small interruptions were the moments that he cherished most.

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Elven ear kiss

The cool night air of Rivendell wrapped around you as you stood on the balcony beside Elrond, the vast sky above dotted with a thousand stars, their light reflecting in his eyes. He stood tall, his back straight, the weight of his thoughts evident in his posture, his gaze lost in the distance. For all his grandeur and wisdom, in this moment, he seemed as if he was simply a man—burdened, pensive, and human in his own way.

You couldn’t resist the pull to be close to him, to share in the quiet solitude of this night. You stepped behind him, your soft footsteps muffled by the stone beneath your feet. Slowly, your fingers brushed lightly across his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his tunic. He didn’t turn, didn’t speak, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, as though your touch had woven itself into his thoughts.

With a gentle breath, you leaned in, your lips softly finding the delicate tip of his pointed ear. The effect on him was immediate. A soft, audible gasp escaped him—caught somewhere between surprise and pleasure. His body tensed, and for the briefest of moments, you felt the weight of his usually composed nature falter. His hands, which had been loosely gripping the railing, tightened, the stone beneath his fingers creaking slightly with the force of his grip. His head tilted instinctively toward you, his ear more exposed to your kiss despite the vulnerability it brought him.

“Meleth…” The word was a breath, a plea that slipped from his lips, shaky with a tenderness he rarely allowed to show. There was something raw in his voice, a vulnerability that only you could evoke, and it stirred something deep within you.

You could feel the heat rising in his skin, the tension leaving him as the kiss lingered, his body relaxing into your presence. Slowly, he turned to face you, his gaze meeting yours in the moonlight. His gray eyes were darker now, filled with a depth of emotion that he rarely allowed others to see. There was longing in the way he looked at you, a silent hunger that spoke of more than just the moment you shared—it spoke of the bond between you, something unspoken, but deeply understood.

Without a word, his hands rose to cup your face, his touch reverent, as though he were tracing the very lines of your soul. He pressed his forehead gently to yours, closing his eyes as if savoring the nearness of you. The breath between you was quiet, shared, intimate.

“You undo me,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the words barely more than a breath against your skin. His lips brushed against yours softly, the kiss tender at first, full of affection and deep yearning. But as the kiss deepened, so did the longing that had built between you, a powerful wave that threatened to break the calm surface. His lips moved with increasing urgency, yet still with the care and reverence he always showed you. His hands, now framing your face, held you close, pulling you into the moment as if time itself had no bearing on the truth of what you were sharing.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond stayed close, his breath coming in soft, uneven pants, his forehead still pressed gently against yours. His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a quiet intensity that took your breath away. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the words that could explain the moment not quite necessary.

Instead, Elrond’s hands remained on your face, his thumbs caressing your skin with the same tender devotion that had always been his way. “I’ve never known a love like this,” he murmured softly, the words full of awe, full of you. His lips, still warm from your kiss, pressed a final, sweet kiss to your forehead, as if sealing the moment with the softness of a promise that needed no words.

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Back of the neck kiss

The study was quiet, save for the soft scratching of Elrond’s quill against the parchment. The room was filled with the scent of aged paper and ink, the dim light of a nearby candle casting gentle shadows across the scrolls and books that surrounded him. His brow furrowed in concentration as he carefully transcribed ancient texts, his attention fully consumed by the task at hand. His usual grace and composure were evident, though there was a subtle weariness in his posture, a sign of the long hours he spent in service to his people.

You, however, were drawn to him not by the work, but by the man himself. As he remained absorbed in his study, you silently approached him, your footsteps barely a whisper on the stone floor. You stood behind him, watching for a moment, the peaceful rhythm of his writing almost hypnotic. A fond smile tugged at your lips, watching the way his fingers delicately held the quill, the quiet determination in his gaze.

With a soft sigh, you reached forward, your hands brushing gently against his broad shoulders. The moment your touch made contact, his body stiffened ever so slightly, a subtle tension running through him. It was only natural for him to be so engrossed in his work, but you could feel the faint ripple of surprise in him at your unexpected presence. He didn’t speak, though, giving you the silent permission you needed to continue.

Slowly, carefully, you leaned forward, your lips brushing softly against the back of his neck. The effect was instantaneous. His breath caught in his throat, and his quill stilled, hovering above the paper as he let out a quiet breath. His muscles tightened briefly, betraying the control he so often maintained, before he slowly relaxed into your touch. A soft sigh escaped him as he let the moment linger, the kiss a quiet reprieve from the weight of his responsibilities.

After a few moments, Elrond set his quill down with deliberate slowness, the motion as smooth as ever, though there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he placed it on the desk. His hand rose to cover yours where it rested on his shoulder, his fingers warm against your skin as if savoring the simple connection. “I fear you’ve stolen my focus entirely, meleth nín,” he said, his voice low and amused, the usual coolness replaced by a warmth that reached his tone. There was no frustration in his words—only affection, a reflection of his quiet joy in having you close.

You smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his hand on yours, your heart swelling at the love in his voice. Before you could respond, Elrond turned in his chair, his gray eyes soft with fondness as he pulled you gently into his lap. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close with a sense of protectiveness that was both comforting and intimate. You felt the strength of him around you, his embrace grounding you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

He kissed the soft flesh of your neck, the tender press of his lips sending a shiver through your body. “How can I think of anything but you when you are near?” he murmured, his voice thick with affection, the words as much a statement of truth as a quiet confession.

You could feel the warmth of his lips against your skin as he kissed you again, this time slower, deeper, as if savoring the moment, cherishing the intimacy that only the two of you shared. He pulled back slightly, his gray eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “The world can wait, for now,” he whispered, as though everything outside of this moment—this feeling—was secondary.

With a soft smile, he leaned in once more, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was full of love and longing, quiet and unhurried, as though time itself had suspended its passage. Elrond held you close, the work forgotten, his focus entirely on you. In that moment, there was no duty, no responsibility, only the warmth of your embrace and the love that flowed between you both—undisturbed, perfect, and lasting.

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[vulpixisananimal]

[A:4 C:66.5] (Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| +Rosmarinus+ [Loop] [(Saffron)] 

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you felt so sooooooore.)

(It was late evening, and you, Isa, and Alex just got back from visiting Ark at her watchtower. She offered to help you train, and Null really wanted to. And he went hard with it! Pushed yourself to learn every little thing you could! Unfortunately, he dipped out right as the pains and aches kicked in.)

(Luckily Isa helped you home, and by helping you meant you had to beg him not to pick you up for the whole trip. This was not helped by Alex, who had very, very quickly learned the best ways to tease you, and was quickly rising in the ranks of “who’s the best at bullying Siffrin.”)

“Tea for you!” (You open your eye, Isa’s placing a cup next to you.)

“Mmm thanks, Stardrop. . .” (You giggle softly as Isabeaus face turns a deep shade at the nickname.)

“Y-you’rewelcome-!” (He sits down next to you.) “L-love you, Sif.”

“I love you too, Isa.” (You take a sip from the cup.) “Mmmmm. . . What kinda tea?”

“An herbal tea, I strained it and everything!”

“Hehe, thought so.” (You stuck your tongue out.) “It’s really helping with my muscle strain.”

“HAHA! HAHA! YES!!”

+. . . PFFTHehehehe.+

(??? Who- Oh! Rosmarinus? I-is, that you? Taking a peek at the favor tree, there’s another person here. A bit like you, but not really, dark clothes, a loop-like star chest, and stary hair.)

+O-oh! Uh, right! We haven’t met! Yeah I’m, Rosmarinus. I showed up. . . I think a few days ago?+

(Seems about right. You take another sip, then put the tea to the side so you could lean on Isabeau. Uh, well, welcome!)

(Isa leans down and kisses your head, speaking softly.) “Oh cute little wish, what’s going on in that cheeky head of yours.”

(You smile up at him.) “Meeting the new not-guy-”

+not-girl+

“-Not-girl.” (You correct. Right, they/she, right?)

+Mmhm! It felt, more right?+

(Haha, that’s fair. Isabeau strokes your hair as he talks.) “Oooh! Right, you told me about that the other day. Hi Rosmarinus!”

+Hi Isabeau!+

“They say hi.” (You stick out your tongue.) “It looks like you have more eyepatches to make, Stardrop~”

“F-for you all? I’d do anything.” (He kisses your head again, and you blush.) “. . I-is Rose okay with that ki-”

“Yes! Isabeau.” +You roll your eye, reaching up to pull him down for another kiss, and holding it for just a second.+

(You shudder, then let him go, you felt very, very hot. S-stars. .) 

(Isabeau covers his face with a hand, before mumbling out,) “Y-you’re all, so, cute. . .”

“H-hey!” (You reply.) +You reply.+ “Y-you are too!”

“Sorry, you guys out number me. So you win!” 

“That’s not how that-”

“Hey, lovebirds.” (Alex interrupts, poking their head from around the corner.) “Do you k-”

“Odile’s out with Nille Bonnie and Mira.” (You give them a Look.) “You’ll have to wait, lovebird.”

“I wasn’t-” (She starts, before huffing and heading upstairs.)

(You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Altiare had spilled the beans a day or two ago and you were STILL riding high off of it- oh stars you forgot to ask them about the cloak again.)

+It’s alright, Asterion asked them the other day.+

(Oh thank stars. Isabeau kissed your head again.) “Someone’s gotten their teeth back!”

“Maybe~” +You sit up and stretch.+ “A taciturn I am; no longer!”

“Huh?” +Isa scoots next to you.+ “Taciturn?”

“Someone who doesn’t speak up very often.” +You say almost automatically.+ “First floor, right side, second door on the left. Openphrase is “stostorage roomoom.” there's an open dictionary on the table.”

“Oh! You remember the specific room?” +He chuckles.+ “I’m always surprised you can remember specifics like that.”

“I can do better than that, ahem.” +You wink, and speak in an exaggerated rendition of your family's voices.+ ““Taciturn, What does "taciturn" mean?” “It's someone who doesn't speak up very often, Boniface.” “Oh, like Frin, okay.” “Yes, just like Siffrin.””

“YOU REMEMBER THE WHOLE EXCHANGE?!?”

+You do a sitting bow.+ “I’m here all week! Or until someone else takes over.”

(Stars, showoff. How do you remember that?)

+I just. . . Do?+

(That’s weird. Isabeau looks at you, amazed.) “Wow that’s, amazing!”

(You smile softly at him, and rub your neck.) “W-well, actually uh, Mari remembered most of it. It was really weird actually!”

“Because you remembered something?” (He’s smiling smugly at you)

“Shut uuuup.” (You whine.)

+Speaking of, Journal!+

(Oh right! You sit up and dig around your endless pockets for your journal.) “Whaaaat day of the week is it again?”

“It’s friday!” (Isabeau hands you a pen as you find your journal.) “Has that been helping? Writing stuff down?”

“Mmhm!” (You open the journal and flip to today.) “I-it really has! It’s really hard to keep track of how fast everything goes by b-but, but I think I’ve been remembering a lot beeee. . .”

+You’re staring at the entry from the other day. Oh, I didn’t tell you?+

(NO!?!!?? You squint at the entry from the other day. It was just one line, short, and a bit messy. “VERY GOOD DAY!” - Socks.) “. . . Who, uh, who’s Socks?”

“Socks?” (Isabeau leans over your shoulder.) “. . . Oh! That explains it.”

“Explains what?” (You turn and give him a suspicious expression.) 

“W-well uh, the other day, you were, uh. . .” (He sinks down into his shoulders.) “R-really, really, really cuddly.”

“H-HUH?!?!?” (HUH?!? WHAT?!?!?)

+Hehe, alright alright g-gimmie a second. You shake your head and close your eye for a second, drift to your room, step inside. . .+

+You walk across your room, a stage, and to the rows and rows of plays. Drifting to one, you pluck it out. Ah yes, here's the memory. With a motion, it was shared. Oh don’t worry, Sif, it’s not THAT embarrassing.+

(You shake your head again, that was- WH- Memory, you, cuddling Isa, being pat, no cloak, wrapped in blankets, puh-PURRING?!?!? a-and- o-oh stARS ABOVE--)

“. . . U-uh, you, alright Sif?” (Isa asks, putting a hand on your shoulder.) 

(Your face feels so hot.) “I-I, just, R-rosmarinus just shared the m-memory a-a-and.”

“Awww.” (Hair pat.) “W-well I guess you got a kitty in there now!”

“Hhhhhhh. . .” (You rub your face, and take a deeeeep breath in, and, out.)

(Looking through the rest of the entries, there weren’t any other surprises. But there was one entry from Saffron from a few days ago. Saffron never writes in the journal, never wants to be seen, never wants to talk, even. He’s a persecutor, an embodiment of all the pain you’ve gone through. But that entry. . .)

(“PLEASE DON’T LET THEM FORGET ME.”)

(Loop refused to talk about it, but they saw it too. Whatever ‘it’ was. You and Null talked about it, that maybe Saffron finally snapped. Or maybe Loop had someone new. Or Saffron just had a nightmare.)

(The front door opened as Mira, Odile, Nille and Bonnie came in from visiting the old Wolworth keep. You smile and wave.) “Welcome home!”

“Heya Isa, Siffy!” 

“Hello!! Did the training go well?”

“Very!!” (Isabeau beams.) “Ark knows her stuff!”

“Oh good!!”

“Excuse me,” (Odile interrupts.) “Do you kn-”

“Upstairs~” (You stick your tongue out, but Odile was already heading up.) “And there she goes.”

“Off to do some very important research I imagine.” (Isabeau pulls you back into a hug.) 

“Oh very important.” (You chuckle.) “How was the keep?”

“It looked so cool!!” (Mirabelle beamed.) “Ooooh I want to go back as soon as I visit here again!!”

“Yeah it was alright.” (Nille shrugged, she had a bag over her shoulder that she took to the kitchen.)

(You were turning to ask something else before Bonnie interrupted.) “Hey.”

(You turn back.) “Yeah-?” 

(Bonnie shoved a tiny, lightless, toy crown into your hand. It was a novelty thing, meant to be pinned in your hair, if worn at all. You look at it, then back up at Bonnie.)

“. . . Still don’t wanna talk to him, but he’s. . .” (They grumbled.) “. . . He’s ok. I just, ‘snot his fault, ‘m just, being. . .”

(. . . You tilt your head, curious.) “Y-yeah?”

“YEAH!” (They yelled, and started running off to the kitchen.) “JUST GIVE HIM THE STUPID CROWN! STUPIDFACE!!”

(You watch them go, Mirabelle sits down, she and Isabeau start talking about winter clothes. You look down at the tiny crown in your hands. Cute, harmless, a copy of the original. You close your eye. . .)

(A copy of your greatest enemy, a shadow of yourself, a copy from a play, a guide, and the person they used to be. A part of you who remembered, a cat, and now, maybe, a sadness. . .)

(And. . . You.)

(Who even are you, anymore. Are you still Siffrin? You are, and you’re sure you’ve been the same Siffrin for a long time, but. . . But who were you before that? Who were you before meeting your family? Who were you before washing up on Vaugarde? You don’t even remember that anymore, you just, know that it happened.)

(. . . You flip back a few pages. A few weeks ago. An entry marked with a star. You made sure to mark important entries with a star. This entry was a rare day where you remembered something, remembered running away.)

(. . . Who was that little Siffrin who wouldn’t eat their veggies? Who took a boat and ran from home? Who memorized each star and constellation and where they were? Who slept in the day and looked to the stars at night. Who wanted to. . . . .)

(. . . You hurriedly flip back to today's date and scribble that down. Stardust, that’s what you are. What’s left, a piece of a whole.)

(Or, maybe. . . Maybe you’re just one of the many pieces that formed this protostar named Siffrin. . . Will you still be here in a few years time? Or will it be another Siffrin holding Isabeaus hand. Eating Bonnie's food. Listening to Mirabelles rambles. Going on secret trips with Odile. Will it be another Siffrin going fishing with Nille? Or another Siffrin teaching Ramos and the other Groundskeepers about the stars?)

(. . .)

(That’s a problem for future you. But for now, you close the book, and put your head in Isabeau’s lap.)

[jadewithaj]

You people and your conviction that you know anything about people you have never met… be it Zverev or someone else. Or that feminism means that, sooner or later, all men are bad and no woman ever lies, because her life turned out differently from what she hoping it to be.

Can’t wait till your fave will end up accused of something dreadful. You’ll surprise yourself how quickly that moral superiority of yours will do a 180 turnaround 🙃

Wow, “your people”, anon what kind of person do you I am? Because you also seems to be full of conviction despite not knowing me at all🤭

Also thank you for thinking about me and my faves. But if you think this is my first year being a sport fan or a fan of anyone in general to the point that I’ve never been disappointed by anyone…damn, I wish!!!

Don’t worry, my moral superiority complex is still very much intact. Because right now, it’s Zverev who had TWO domestic violence lawsuits on his resume, not mine🫢

And yes, if any person I currently like have an accusation of this caliber. I WILL do a 180 and immediately unstan. Because first and foremost, I KNOW human are capable of doing terrible things. Yes, I would always give the victims my benefits of the doubt, because the last thing I’ll do is to not take a lawsuit seriously.

Last but not least, the fact that you rather believe that these two women, one of them had Zverev’s child, were both gold diggers and are terrible people who only goes after his money; than to think that a rich and powerful man is capable of doing terrible things and is capable of getting away with it. That, that alone, speaks more volume about your moral standing than it ever speaks about mine.

So anon, what an odd thing to say🤨

[reubyanne]

Dick just discover that his cool funny uncle supes is single, and his single since birth dad is getting cranky day by day. if the grown up won't do anything, then the kid is in action.

with the help of his friends that in relationships, and some little advice talk with Dinah, he decide to stepped in his dad's love life.

step one, get the cool uncle attention!

Kon: uh, are you sure about this dick? i mean, this is a 77 story building..

Dick: I've never been so sure in my whole life, kon! push me!

Kon: okay, here goes nothing.

Superman comes and save Dick, he flies him to the rooftop and meet Kon there.

Superman: okay, Superboy is here, and why you don't use your grappling, boy wonder? this is a 77 story building!

Yes, Dick get his attention. and yes, he and Kon get an hour long lecture.

step two, make his hopeless dad and the cool uncle to meet.

Dick bring Kon to the batcave, it's not his first time in there, heck, Kon is dating Tim. Dick basically his in law. and maybe that's why he allowed himself to get dragged here and there with Dick.

but, it's Kon's first time near the monitor. and by intel from agent A, Batman just arrived at the Manor.

Dick: quick! press this!

Kon: what will happen if i press that?! I don't want to get more lecture!

Dick: just believe me! do you want my blessing or not?!

Kon: right.

As soon as Kon pressed the emergency button that right directed to Superman, the batcave lift open. And Superman is already flying in a hurry and worry on his face.

Superman: Br-Batman! are you alright?! it's not like you to push emergency! are you bleeding? dying?

Batman: well, it its not me though.

he pointed to Dick and Kon that trying to running away.

Batman: Grayson, Kent.

Dick knew he fucked up when Batman call his real last name, and Kon feel it too.

Superman: oh it's you two again..

Batman: again? what do they did?

Superman: well, little bird right here trying to fly, from a 77 story building with no grappling, in Metropolis.

Batman: Grayson-Wayne, speak.

Okay, Batman is mixed his last name, it mean he doesn't that mad anymore.

Dick: well, i just.. want to get supes attention! and maybe, maaaybe.. i could.. help you two.. you know.. like Kon and Tim.

Kon: dude, stop dragged me in..!

Batman sigh, maybe this is the time.

Batman: Dick, me and clark.. already in a relationship.

not only Dick, Kon is also surprised.

Dick: w-what do you mean B? i.. I mean..!

Batman: Dick, I'm not a child, either is clark. and I'm not kind of person to do PDA and clark respect it.

Superman: i personally want to tell you boys in private but seems like i already got your approval huh, Dick?

Dick: but didn't you just got single?! did you dip that easy?!

Superman: wow, hold on there, chum.. me and Bruce has been best friend for years and years.. amd when my relationship is not working out, the only person i could think of as a home is.. Bruce.

Dick: that didn't explain anything but great to know! well, me and Kon have to go now, bye dads!

Batman: wait.

just before Dick and Kon could run away from the cave, Batman cold voice cutting their legs.

Batman: let's get back to the ".. like Tim and Kon" sentence.. are you dating my Robin, Kent?

Kon: *whisper* please tell Tim that i love him!

Dick: chill, my other dad is your brother, remember!!

Superman: *shielding them* wait there, B. what's wrong with Tim and Kon dating?

Batman: there's nothing wrong with it.

Superman: so why did you mad?

Batman: I'm not mad.

Dick: i see you sulking, B.

Kon: wow, you're not helping, dude!

Batman frowned,

Batman: you two better wash the batmobile, don't leave any crumbs or dust and wax it two layers. now.

Dick n Kon: aye aye!!

as Dick and Kon run for their life, Superman just chuckles.

Superman: i see you sulking, B. is that because you discover your kid in a relationship this way?

Batman: no.

Superman: i see you're calling Tim right now, B.

Batman: ... i have mission for his team.

Superman just laughed.

Superman: sure, sure.. wanna grab a dinner together later? in Metropolis, i pay.

Batman: ... ... ... as long as the place is clean and the food is good, i can dine in no fancy restaurant.

Superman: well, you should because I can't take your princess ass to eat caviar with my reporter salary. is 7 p.m doable for the Gotham's knight?

Batman: accepted.

Superman: what about your patrol?

Batman: *point to Dick and Kon that wiping batmobile shiny.* they can do.

[cybershock24601]

A woman who openly dislikes you also being basically the only person who speaks up from you is absolutely brain breaking. Especially bc with Illario it's like, it would be easy to fit in his worldview if she was a conquest or in some way attracted to him or something but she is very much not. Everything about their relationship suggests that the best behavior he can expect from her towards him is bare minimum civility and that is shown in most aspects of their interactions so what's it mean that "bare minimum civility" is treating him better than most of the people in his life.

Rook and Illario's relationship is insane to me because as I've said before my Rook was the one who advised Lucanis to lock Illario up for what at the end of the day were political reasons and absolutely gives him shit when he deserves it but is also the only person in Villa Dellamorte to really have Illario's back in a lot of ways.

Lucanis and Illario's relationship is so defined by Caterina's treatment and abuse of them that Lucanis is never going to be able to speak up for Illario when he can't even speak up for himself and I can see a young child who sees the safety in being the favorite not really wanting to risk losing that favor by stepping out of line and also starts to subconsciously rationalize and internalize Illario's harsh treatment from Caterina as Illario just not being as good as Lucanis. So much of Lucanis and Illario's dynamic was solidified as children and as neither one of them really had anyone close to them aside from each other there was never anything to really shake up their dynamic or cause them to really question it because that's just the way things are.

Enter Rook, especially a Rook who is not a Crow, who through their relationship with Lucanis is drawn into the family and gets to have a real good look at what the fuck is wrong with House Dellamorte. Rook's probably really quick to pick up on how Illario is treated in the family and sure Rook is pissed at him for what he's done to Lucanis and thinks he's an absolute idiot for working with the Venatori like he did, they still extend Illario empathy and some basic human decency which is so much more then Illario is used to.

Sure Illario can be an idiot sometimes but that doesn't make the way Illario is treated by his family right. I also think Rook - or that very least my Rook who has some similar issues of acting like a fool to keep people's expectations low so as to not to disappoint them when she can't live up to said expectations - starts to see through the mask of the carefree philanderer Illario wears and how much of his behavior stems from just playing into the low expectations everyone has of him. Rook, who is generally a pretty kind and empathetic person, would take it upon themselves to start calling out Caterina and Lucanis when they're being overly dismissive of Illario both as a person and an assassin because their behavior towards him can be really uncalled for a lot of the time and that just isn't right and Rook is definitely starting to get why things played out the way they did between Illario and Lucanis. Not that Rook is giving Illario a pass at all but Rook can acknowledge that Illario's actions did not come out of nowhere.

Illario who has grown up never expecting anyone to have his back is floored. Yes, Illario could trust that Lucanis would always back him up on a job but Lucanis would never really intercede on his behalf with Caterina, or at least if Lucanis ever did that was an impulse that was killed long ago probably due to Caterina's cane. So the fact that Rook who clearly isn't a fan of him is speaking up to her is mind blowing and Illario cannot make heads or tails of why Rook would do that. Not just talk back to Caterina because Rook has likely been speaking up for Lucanis' sake already which is an insane thing to do in the first place, but the fact that Rook is willing to do so for Illario just doesn't make any sense no matter how Illario looks at it because Rook just being a kind person is not a motive Illario is capable of considering. Illario spends a lot of late nights puzzling over what 5D chess game Rook is playing and what she must want to be doing all this.

Rook calling out Lucanis is also something that would stump Illario because it is clear Rook is head over heels for Lucanis so why would she potentially cause friction in her own relationship just for Illario's sake. Even stranger is that after several late night conversations behind closed doors between Rook and Lucanis, Lucanis' behavior towards Illario starts to change. It really freaks Illario out because why the fuck is Lucanis being so nice to him, is he dying??? Illario would wonder if he was possessed but he knows Lucanis is and the demon hates Illario's guts so what is going on?? It would probably take Lucanis and Illario some time to find a good equilibrium in their relationship as they start reconciling and unpacking the hurts in their past that lead to everything that happened because what Illario did was wrong and he knows that by now but it's nice to have Lucanis acknowledge just how much constantly being sidelined and considered second best hurt.

I think the real turning point in their relationship would be that the first time Lucanis stands up to Caterina is for Illario's sake. Illario had thought that if anything would get Lucanis to talk back to Caterina it would be Rook so the fact that the first person Lucanis really took an actual stand against Caterina for was Illario is inconceivable to him considering how the entirety of their lives have played out. It also brings up some lingering bitterness with no real target that Lucanis couldn't have done this before everything that happened between them and told Caterina that he didn't want to be First Talon. Things are still complicated between those boys and they always will be but they are getting better and it's pretty clear that Rook was the instigator for a lot of it.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

together.

days 19 + 20 of dcatober: Ruin and Trapped

[acesammy]

The thing about how sam’s arc in season 4 is often discussed is that people simultaneously acknowledge that the angels are bad, while claiming Sam is an idiot for rebelling against them.

like I have listened through three (3) rewatch podcasts and they always seem to fall into this loop of going ‘hey the angels are Obviously up to no good’ while also going ‘Sam is really stupid. Why would he trust a demon when literal angels are telling him to stop’

idk man. Maybe bc the angels are Obviously up to no good????

[unforth]

Since I've seen several posts floating around that try to rebut the points of @end-otw-racism by saying that AO3 is too big to moderate, can we PLEASE take a moment and remember that AO3 IS ALREADY HEAVILY MODERATED.

We all know the obvious one - that if you post anything about monetizing fic, you will be moderated into oblivion. We also all know why! This is essential to AO3's survival as a non-profit! No one would propose changing this!

But a lot of people seem to forget that AO3 is moderated in other ways! For a personal example, several years ago I got a "change this or we're removing your work" e-mail. The work in question? A collection of pseudo-ficlets that were somewhere between outlines and sketchy fics. What I got moderated for? I said in the a/n that if anyone wanted to expand my kinda-outliney nonsense into fully fleshed out stories, they were welcome to do so! I was told this was a violation of the ToS, because fics that are collections of prompts aren't allowed, and that if I didn't change the a/n I'd have to delete the work. Of course I edited the a/n, and my work was allowed, and I moved on. I did, immediately, delete another work I'd posted, which WAS literally sets of prompts I'd written free to a good home. It was clearly in violation of those rules, and I just hadn't realized content like that wasn't allowed.

Numerous things are forbidden on AO3 and will get moderated and potentially deleted, including:

advertising

"find a fic" posts

spam

plagiarized works

virus spreading

doxxing

actual CSAM

lots of other stuff as listed in the tos

If the foundation of your argument is "AO3 is too big to moderate" your argument is bad. AO3 is already moderated.

So that means your ACTUAL argument is "I think AO3 is moderated enough as-is and I don't think AO3 should be moderated in a way that might better protect fans of color."

Having that attitude despite the many, many, MANY fans of colors who say "hey, we don't feel safe here, can this be better moderated to protect us?" (when, by the way, the existing harassment policy SHOULD protect them but clearly isn't being implemented in ways that actually DOES protect them!)

Well. That's sure a take.

(TO BE CLEAR: I am anti-censorship. I am pro-moderation. I am pro-AO3. I fucking love your dark fic, your underage works, your non-con stories, your kinky pwp with "no redeeming qualities," your dirty-wrong-bad ego fics. I would NEVER want a solution that removed that content. And I believe AO3 is the greatest thing to happen to fic in my lifetime and I want it to continue to be the wonderful thing it is. I think that what AO3 already is can be reconciled with the demands of fans of color that they be better protected. I believe fans of color when they say that the current policies don't protect them adequately, that they don't feel safe, that this drives them out of white western fandom. I've listened a lot, and I've seen a lot, and I've learned a lot, and I want AO3 to be better than it is in this regard. I'm honestly kinda depressed how many people seem comfortable with the status quo.)

[hi-i-just]

Orion is 'selfish' (<- using this very loosely, he's more insensitive more than anything) in the sense he gets so taken by the bigger picture he doesn't really occur to him to consider how it affects the smaller people in his method — mostly D-16, who is the person closest to him.

D-16's outburst in the cave is part-projection, but it's partly true too. "But it doesn't matter what I want, right Pax?" is not a statement that comes out of nowhere; that's how D-16 feels whenever Orion goes off in another 'run' for the greater good for everybody. Yes, Orion wants what would benefit for everyone else — what he fails to do is to respect other people's wants and choices. That was the flaw Orion had to learn from.

Because turns out? Yeah, he did suck at respecting D's wants and choices. Tricking him to joining the race was just the most egregious example. D has already made it EXPLICITLY clear he doesn't wanna go on the race, all with his own valid and understandable reasons, what does Orion do? Had him go on the race anyway.

"But it ended being beneficial/it was for the greater good!" You could say the same for life-saving surgery, but even then doctors have to respect your decision if you choose not to go through it.

"But D ended up enjoying it in the end even if he said no at first!" if you say something like that about your partner if you had sex that counts as rape. (And extreme example, but I want to be very clear about the importance of consent here).

Consent is no small thing. Respecting it is respecting the individual and acknowledging their autonomy. My sister does not like to be hugged most of the time — there's no 'grand' reason to it, it doesn't harm her, it doesn't even distress her, it's straight up just a hug — she just doesn't like it. Do I still hug her anyway? NO. Because she said NO. Simple as that. And that's just a mundane and trivial example. What Orion did was worse.

Yes, he meant well, but even after D listed his reasons why he doesn't wanna join the race (he can't transform, might get humiliated/demoted, injured/killed even! ALL super reasonable and more than valid), ORION STILL TRICKED HIM TO JOIN THE RACE. I don't think people even realize just how unimaginably shitty it was for Orion to do. I do think a lot of people end up justifying what Orion did because "he's Optimus Prime, he does what's good!" when the scene makes it obvious he's doing something pretty shitty. It gets buried under the humor of the racing scene, shit I laughed too, but when I saw Orion latched the jetpack unto D I was PISSED. And that anger and irritation remained even long after that scene ended.

The worst part? Is that it's likely this isn't the only time Orion did something like this — it's just the one we get to see most recently. It's 50 cycles of your well-meaning friend not respecting you and your choices and your reasons.

"Then why didn't D speak up then??" Why the FUCK did it need for D to speak up to Orion for Orion to realize that not respecting people's consent is shitty?? 💀 When respecting people's consent is supposed to be the default. That aside, what I do appreciate about Orion, is that when people call him out, he does change! He does acknowledge that D's criticism, while overblown and mixed with projection, had some nick of truth in it, and changed.

The Orion that made those speech with the miners, asking them for help and letting them choose instead of telling them to follow him and fight? The Orion in the beginning of the movie would not be able to do that. D's outburst, hurtful as it is, was necessary and humbling. It was a wake-up call to the one thing missing that what makes Orion Pax become Optimus Prime — respecting people's freedom to choose.

I'm going to do a better analysis but I'm surprised that many label Orion Pax as bad selfish for being a rebel.

Let's recap: they lived in a system that treated them like garbage "because of how they were born" where you had to submit and even suffer physical and verbal abuse.unable to defend himself

Even all this atmosphere affects jazz

d16 justifies the mistreatment she received, Elita calls herself a mistake with legs, they even belittle the life of miners because it is protocol, if it weren't for Orion and d16, Jazz would be dead.

That many say it is selfish is an erroneous term because remember Orion's actions are driven by the fact that they want a better life for everyone outside of that abuse.

His actions are reckless more than anything

I'm not saying he's a saint because he's not, but many of his actions have some justification, but then I'll do a better analysis.

[dennisboobs]

i think everyone on sunnytwt needs to be sat down so i can explain to them what basic human empathy is. and then maybe i put them in a blender until they agree to write meta about the characters instead of whether or not charlie day got facial reconstruction surgery.