#Misty’s book club

[moodymisty]

When the Legion Mother is going into labour, who'll help her?

It's between an Apothecary or a group of midwives. And I think I'll go with the latter. Apothecary specifically are made to treat Astarte physiology. I don't think they'll even know what to do in the moment they'll get a new brother 😭😭

Fun fact, in Eye of Ezekiel a group of dark angels are actually forced to help a civilian woman give birth. Well not forced but you get what I mean. She unfortunately doesn’t make it but the baby does.

I think think the potential for a fic where poor Lady Guilliman or lady Sanguinus goes into labor while only in the presence of her retinue would be fucking hilarious.

Like they have zero idea what to do, there’s no midwife around for even emotional support, and like, this is your genefather’s wife and child, you cannot fuck this up. Hilarious.

[judypooveysgf]

“They all live” I scream as i get dragged into solitary “even Mari” i get sedated

[kangarooqueen]

“I’m dumb she’s a lesbian”

Jeff Sadecki anthem

[couldcarefewer]

we’re all having a normal one

[moodymisty]

Guilliman is extremely methodical, making sure there's a medicae/apothecary that is close at hand and able to alleviate any symptoms until you recover. He's even more cautious after having to quarantine so many planets thanks to the Death Guard, Guilliman is well aware of how much illness can affect baselines.

He'll sit with you for awhile until you finally fall asleep, then goes to his office and promptly freaks the fuck out.

He lost both his father and mother, and seeing you sick in bed is a huge sore spot for him that takes him back to those days. He never shows his weak side (a theme with him of course) but while you sleep he's actively going grey over you literally just having a cold.

Once he's over it (he's not) he goes back and checks on you, sticking around until one of his men has to forcibly pull him away.

I have a stinking cold so everyone add to this post how primarchs/other lads would act when you’re ill. I’ll start

the lion: genuine panic, thinks that you are dying. Has not been exposed to baseline humans often enough to see them get ill and recover. You wake up with a cold, all achy-jointed and snotty, and try to drag yourself out of bed to start your duties, only for the lion to grab you by the neck and pick you up for a good sniff. You smell wrong to him — all sour, and your skin is too hot, glazed with sweat. He drops you back into the bed, growls at you to stay put, then rushes off to get Luther

“My woman is dying.”

Luther rushes along with Lion, only to find you very much alive, but a little confused.

“Her heart rate is too high and she smells wrong and she — stop moving girl — she is too hot. What is wrong with her.”

Luther very gently explains what a cold is. The Lion is not happy at the idea that he was perhaps overreacting a tad, and in typical lion fashion he refuses to acknowledge any wrongdoing. Instead he listens intently to everything Luther says you need - rest, ginger tea, maybe painkillers - then shoos his brother out, procures all of this for you, and then shoves you into a nest of pillows and blankets. Clearly whatever illness you have is far worse than other serfs, since it takes a lot to lay you low - this is the closest thing he’s given to a compliment in a while - and you require expert care. Him. That’s him. He will not leave you alone. You get a very good sleep in, but you wake up to him having not moved in six hours, his golden eyes boring into you. He makes sure you eat — “this has optimal nutrition and those green things you like, you will eat it”.

the green things are vegetables. Normally he doesn’t touch them. You are very well cared for. And just a little intimidated. If you try to leave the bed before he deems you well, he will scruff you and drag you back. No. Stay. Bad serf

[thestarlightexpress]

Kinktober 2024: Day 2 - Somnophilia - Azriel x Reader

TW: sexual themes including overstimulation and dubcon

word count: 1.48k

NSFW under the cut

The sharp wind and misty rain pelted Azriel’s face as his long flight back from the Continent came to a close. He spent the last week surveilling Koschei’s lake for any useful intel and had unsurprisingly come home with nothing. After 8 straight hours of flying, all he wanted to do was collapse in his fluffy bed and sleep for a whole day. 

He neared the House of Wind, feeling the drowsiness and pull to his bed grow even stronger as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Finally landing, his tense and taut muscles were able to gradually start relaxing. As he slowly wandered down the hallway towards his room, his ears perked up at the sounds floating towards him from a few doors down. Muffled moans and something that suspiciously sounded like a headboard striking the wall. Cassian and Nesta must be at it again.

He slowly opened his door and was dismayed to find an obstacle in between him and his comfy bed - you, laying on your back, starfished right in the middle of his bed. You were dead asleep despite gripping an open book in your hand. Knowing he was set to come back tonight, you had done your best to wait up for him but evidently couldn’t resist the coziness of his bed. 

A soft smile ghosted his lips as his shadows softly shut the door behind him. He pried the book from your hands, setting it on the nightstand before softly kissing your forehead and heading to the restroom. He quickly shed his sweat-soaked leathers before running a quick bath. His sore muscles sang in relief at the warm water. As he lay in the bath, the light and sweet smell of your arousal drifted through the open door. 

His shadows slinked back into the restroom, whispering to him the name of your book. It was one he and Nesta had been reading a few weeks earlier in their secret smutty book club. Knowing exactly what his sweet little mate had been reading had his blood swiftly rushing to his cock. He had intended to just quickly wash off and curl around you as best he could and go to sleep, but he suddenly found himself changing those plans. 

Azriel hurried to dry himself off and slip on his sleep clothes before wandering back into his bedroom. The forceful waves of your arousal nearly knocked him over. You were still in a deep sleep with a blissful smile on your face. The skimpy camisole you were wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination, showing off your perky nipples. Azriel’s gaze raked over your chest and down to your high-waisted shorts that barely covered your ass. He inched closer and closer to you, feeling his now hard cock straining against his sweatpants.

He crawled between your legs, soaking up the smell of your need as you continued dreaming. Azriel slowly gripped your shorts and pulled them down your legs. He was almost on the verge of drooling at the sight of your slick, pink pussy bared in front of him. He trailed up your legs, leaving warm open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Azriel placed a soft peck on the tip of your clit before licking a slow strip up from your entrance. His rough hands reached up to pull your thighs further apart, spreading your cunt for him.

Azriel softly suckled on your clit, sending a new wave of slick sliding down towards your entrance. He shifted down and dove into your pussy, licking up your syrupy arousal. A gentle moan slipped from your mouth as your hips shifted up and chased his mouth. He moved back up and his lips wrapped around your clit while he slipped two fingers inside you. He felt your body shifting above him as he pumped his fingers inside you, stretching you out for him. A small hand landed on his head and laced through his damp hair. 

“Well, this is certainly a way to wake me up.”, your rough, sleep-ridden voice drifted down towards him. Azriel glanced back up at you from between your legs, finding you propped up on your elbows. His free hand grasped your wrist and moved your hand to rest on your stomach. Azriel sent some shadows to weave through your hair and rest around your neck and shoulders. “Go back to sleep, my love. Just let me make you feel good.” He gripped your thigh and dove back into your inviting cunt. Releasing a needy moan, you laid back on the bed and swiftly drifted back to sleep.

Your slick continued to drip between your legs, soaking Azriel’s face and the sheets below you. Even while asleep, his skilled mouth quickly brought you to your first orgasm of the night. Your back arched and your breaths quickened into soft pants as you came in his mouth. The intoxicating taste of your release had his hips bucking up, grinding his swollen cock into the edge of the bed, desperate for a sliver of relief. 

Azriel groaned into your heat as he felt his precum drip down his cock. His fingers inched further inside of you, pressing against the spot that always made you see stars and beg for more. He glanced up at you and grazed his teeth against your sensitive clit when he heard your breath hitch. He promptly brought you to your second and third orgasm until your legs were shaking around his head. Your hand drifted back down to his hair and softly pulled him up from your cunt. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you managed to string together a mumbled plea. “Too much, Az.”, your soft voice lowly murmured.

He rose up and trailed his hands over your body, taking off your camisole in the process. Azriel hovered over you and rested his head on your bare chest. “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to get carried away,” You sleepily hummed and cradled his head in your hand. His head drifted up and he nosed into the crook of your neck. “But I think you can cum one more time for me, yeah?” You roughly bit your lip and rapidly nodded against him. You whined at the anticipation of feeling him again. The Mother had certainly given you the horniest male in existence for a mate. His scarred hands gripped your hips in the way he knew you loved as he gently flipped you onto your stomach. Azriel crawled off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. He outright moaned as he loosened the laces of his pants before pulling them off to release his leaky cock from its confines. He couldn’t hide his smile at the sight of your head resting on top of your arms, already asleep again.

Azriel loved many things about his sleepy girl, particularly how cuddly and pliant you get. But this, this was something you had always talked about doing that Azriel hadn’t been lucky enough to experience. You both loved the idea of him taking you as you slept, letting him use you solely for his pleasure. His cock bobbed in the air as he stared at your supple ass, debating about how he wanted to take you. He crawled on top of you and sat on your thighs a few inches behind your ass. He gripped your cheeks before using one hand to guide the tip of his member through your soaked folds. Azriel angled your hips up towards him before sliding into you and sheathing his cock fully inside of your warm, welcoming heat.

You both groaned at the stretch, Azriel much louder than you. He didn’t even need to give you time to adjust as your body was relaxed enough by your previous slumber. He grasped your waist and pulled his hips back to thrust into you. He had been so pent up over the past week that it didn’t take him much to get close. Getting lost in his own pleasure, he roughly took your tight cunt. Your light moans could barely be heard over his hips slapping into your ass.

Azriel felt his abs straining as he started to approach his release. He shifted his legs further up the bed and caged your torso under his chest. His thrusts started to get harder and erratic as he felt you tighten around them.

Azriel bit down a moan as his hips stilled and he spilled into you, your walls spasming around him as you came for the fourth time. After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, he slowly clambered off the bed and slipped his pants back on before laying down next to you. He gingerly turned you onto your side and pulled you into his chest. Not even five minutes later, he found his chin resting on your shoulder and felt himself pulled into sleep by your comforting warmth.

Kinktober Taglist:

@honethatty12 @sweet-chai-amore @helo1281917 @scarsandallaz @thatacotargirl @a-courtof-azriel @lmadness @riorgail

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Dark Shades of Innocence Lost Epilogue✨

Club Owner! Joel Miller x fem! reader

Series Masterlist

A/N: Thank you to @alltheirdamn for beta reading for me and loving Joel and Angel as much as I do 🥹 This series has meant the world to me, and it’s been so healing to write. I can’t wait to write a whole book about them 🥰

Chapter Summary: As days turn to long months, your love for Joel only grows stronger. And tonight, you’re right back where it all began.

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: 18+ only MDNI

Tags: Just a lot of fluff and Joel and Angel being in love 🥹

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Three Months Later

The vibrant colors of pink and shades of ruby reds fill your peripheral vision as you make your way through Club Inferno, which is now called Angel’s Place. A place that’s become like a second home; a place you’ve come to love because this is Joel’s, and he’s made it as much yours as it is his.

As you pass the lit-up bar, you nod to Tommy, who’s standing behind the bar in his black leather jacket, conversing with one of the blonde bartenders. He smiles your way, and that big grin nearly covers his entire face when he lifts a glass of whiskey to you and pushes locks of greasy black hair back into place.

Tommy feels like as much a part of your family as Joel is now, and you can’t imagine not having either of them in your life. They anchored you when you were slipping under the stormy waves, pulling you free from the darkness and impending doom. You won’t ever thank them enough for showing you what a real family feels like but also what stability feels like.

Giving him a friendly wave, you turn and push your way through the rowdy crowd, stepping into the quiet hallway that’s draped with muted pink lights and hanging mirrors. Your heart thunders in your chest the closer you get to Joel’s office, overly excited to see your favorite person in the entire world who’s also the absolute love of your life.

Your love. Yours.

Smiling ridiculously wide to the point where your face hurts, you stand in front of those glossy black doors, the ones that’ll lead you to Joel. When you flick your eyes up, they become a little misty each time you stare at your mark he imprinted on his club.

A sign that’s the color of a light pink blush sparkles on top of the door, and the name takes your breath away every single time your eyes trace over those words. Angel’s Place marks the wall with sparkly wings that hover on the outsides of the name. And it feels like it's yours more and more each time you see it glowing in the hallway.

He told you he put it right over his office because that’s where you belong, with him. And it’s probably one the sweetest things he’s ever done. No one has ever gone through this much effort for you, but Joel did. In fact, he gave you the entire world.

God. You love this man with every fiber of your being, and you don’t think you’ll ever stop. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

Latching your hand against the large door handle, you turn it and step through the heavy doors, immediately met with the smell of spearmint, whiskey, and scents of freshly chopped wood. Joel’s signature scents. Your favorite smells. You waft in his presence and lean against the now closed door, your eyes staring straight into the center of the room at your man.

He’s wearing one of his favorite green flannels, sleeves rolled up to the elbows to expose those thick, veiny arms you love to get wrapped up in. His tousled dark locks are slicked back by some expensive gel, and you can’t help but smile at how gorgeous he looks under the dim lighting of his office. Even with his nose stuck in some paperwork, you think he’s the handsomest man you’ve ever seen. And you just can’t believe he’s yours.

He sighs and flips over a stack of white papers, groaning into the air. “Tommy, not right now. I said I’m…”

“I’m not Tommy,” you giggle.

Joel looks up from his piled up paperwork, and a wide grin slowly spreads over his plush mouth. The mouth you love to kiss. “You sure as hell ain’t, sweetheart.”

“You busy?” you ask sweetly, letting your hand linger on the painted door as you pull away and start to head toward his mahogany desk.

“Never too busy for my girl. C’mere.” He throws the stack of papers out of his hands, not even caring that some fly over the desk onto the floor. Pushing his leather office chair back, he coaxes you forward, curling his thick fingers in a come hither motion until you’re close enough to where he can reach you. He snatches your hips and pulls you onto his lap, his strong arms circling your waist until you’re face to face with him.

“Hi,” he smiles, pushing a loose strand of hair behind the shell of your ear.

“Hi,” you purr back, your hands locking around his neck. “I missed you today.”

“Not as much as I missed you, Angel. Been dreamin’ about kissin’ those pretty red lips of yours all damn day,” he says, his fingertips trailing down your skin and lingering on your cheek, making you blush from the affection that’s slipping from his glistening brown eyes.

“Well, now you can, handsome.” You part your full lips and give him a big smile, and he just can’t stop staring in awe, like you’re a diamond in the rough. You’re his diamond.

“C’mere then, babygirl.” He tugs you flush to his chest and presses his lips against yours, eliciting a deep sigh when his mouth melds to yours. He tastes like whiskey and smells like an autumn day, out in the woods where pine trees and chestnuts permeate throughout the cool air.

He smells like your favorite scent, and you want to bottle it up and keep it forever. Maybe make your own perfume so you can smell like him every time you’re apart.

He’s got you hooked, and you’ll never be able to let go.

“God, I’ll never get tired of kissin’ you. You’re sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted before,” he pants out through messy kisses, reeling you back in to lick inside your mouth.

You open wider, allowing him to swallow your moans whole with every stroke of his tongue, hands roaming through his tousled hair, making him groan into your mouth while his fingers press further into your hips. It’s like the room is on fire, and both of your bodies are the center of the heated flames.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Angel,” he mouths, nipping at your bottom lip and teasing you on.

“Oh, Joel. Stop. You’re making me blush,” you giggle, nuzzling your nose against his in an affectionate way.

“Well, s’true. You’re the sweetest thing that’s ever walked into my life. And I want you to know, you make me the happiest man in the world.” He smiles and kisses your cheek, his lips dragging along the shell of your ear, nipping and teasing as he elicits another giggle from your lips.

“And you, Joel Miller, make me the happiest woman. I love you.” You curl your fingers over the soft material of his green collar and stare into beautiful brown eyes.

“Not as much as I love you, Angel. You really know how to make a man’s life light up with that beautiful smile of yours.” He pushes your hair to the side and slowly plays with the strands like they’re guitar strings, his fingers expertly working as they drag along the back of your head.

Another groan and you’re tugging him forward. “Come here, handsome.” Your mouths meet again, hot and fiery like the first night you met him, simmering sparks flying across the warm air as your lips lock together. There’s a hunger in his kiss, like he wants to devour you whole, but he’s also so gentle, and you think he’s the perfect combination. He’s dominant and soft. So very soft.

When your lips break apart and your ragged breaths fill the air, he cups your cheeks in his large palms and a soft smile curls against his mouth. “Why don’t we take this in the back, where it all began.”

You smile and crawl off his lap, locking your fingers with his as you tug him forward. “Take me to the back then, Mr. Club Owner.”

He chuckles and licks his bottom lip, pulling you out of his office and back into the dark hallway, back where it all began. “Follow me then, Angel.”

You gladly follow after him, your glittery heels clicking against the polished floor, his eyes dark and dangerous, a smirk curled against his mouth. His eyes flick back and forth between you and the last door in the hallway, and your heart pounds impossibly fast at the possibilities of tonight.

You haven’t been back in this room in weeks, but tonight is your lucky night. Because this room right here is where everything began. It’s where you found all-consuming pleasure, where you found this dominant yet gentle man, where you fell in love with those big sappy brown eyes you want to drown in, and now he’s all yours. Now you’re free. Free to love, to be vulnerable, to express your feelings without any consequences.

Joel freed you from your dark shades; now you’re just a swirl of vibrant, glittering colors that paint the sky bright hues of pinks and violets.

He tugs you through the sleek doors and leads you across the shiny floor, past the embers of the crackling fireplace, right to the felt-topped pool table. Wrapping his arms around your waist tight, he picks you up and lays you down against the soft velvety material and crawls over you, your legs splayed wide as he hovers over you, his lips brushing softly against yours.

His arms cage you in, his broad body crowding your space until you can’t smell anything but him crashing against you like a rolling wave. Your body hums with electricity, the blood pumping through your veins violently, and your center is already slick for him, ready to take on anything he has for you.

“Look at us, right back where it all started,” he hums, the pads of his fingers brushing locks of hair behind your ear, trailing them down down down until he’s hiking the skirt of your dress up, teasing you slowly and gently.

“Look at us,” you whisper back, eyes glistening like gold when he tips his head down and looks at you with those soft, sappy brown eyes you just can’t get enough of. If you had an option, you’d fall right into them, let him drown you until all you can see is him.

He’s all you ever want to see. Forever.

His lips brush against yours as light as a feather, and you melt into the pool table, letting your fingernails trace against his greying scruff, tangling your other hand at the back of his neck in those smooth curls that feel like silk.

“You gonna be mine forever, Angel?” he smiles, leaving a trail of kisses down your cheek and ending at the base of your neck.

“Mmm, yes. I’m yours, Joel. Forever and ever. I’ve always been yours.”

His lips crash into yours like a tidal wave, everything else in the room fading to black. It’s just you and Joel, your pink shades mixing with his dark reds, colliding into mere bliss as the kiss envelops you fully.

He pulls off just enough to mutter those three words you love to hear repeatedly. “I love you, Angel. Always have and always will.”

“And I love you, handsome. You’re my forevermore.”

His lips fall back on yours, and then the night fades away while he makes passionate love to you on top of the pool table. But this time it’s not just lust. No. It’s a beautiful, everlasting love that can move mountains.

Your love for Joel is infinite, as is his. You had to go through the dark times to find the light, and Joel showed you that light. He lit every single spotlight he could find and pulled you out of the dark pits of despair. He saved you in every way a girl would want to be saved.

He was the reason you found love again. He was your savior, and he gave you wings so you could fly. He showed you what it was like to be fully loved, and it was beautiful like a brand new pair of white wings.

And when you couldn’t fly; he caught you and taught you how to fly again. He was your safety net, and you finally knew what it felt like to be loved.

Joel is love, and he’s everything you’ll ever need.

This club, this room is a sacred place. It’s Joel’s and yours. And it’s where your love will continue to grow, forever.

[moodymisty]

Imagine that you’re Dante’s personal serf. You do your job very well, and despite being just a simple mortal you try your hardest to easy his many burdens. You cheer him up and try to lift his spirits, you tuck him into bed when he’s got the option to sleep, and at times to help him rest you even run your hands through his hair. All to help your lord of course. Even if your feelings towards him lean towards the romantic side, you just hope that you hide them well enough. You don’t wish to burden him with it. He’s hallowed and has much more important things to worry about than the desires of baseline serf.

Meanwhile Dante feels literally the same way about you. But he’s too tired to properly articulate them so he just hopes that if he stares at you sadly enough from under the blankets you’ll finally get the memo and climb in.

Awww poor Dante, I would really do anything for him to feel a bit of relief.

[hol-ymoly]

Music that reminds me of Punch-Out!! OC's

+ Some HC's to go with them L: (Had trouble setting this one up, sorry if it looks a little odd)!

Also sorry if these aren't accurate, this was just for fun!!

Maeve ( @neapolitankuchi )

- Grow a pear by Kesha 🛼

- P.U.N.K. Girl by Heavenly 🌷

- HOT TO GO! by Chappell Roan 🌱

Despite Maeve's reckless nature, I think she has a green thumb and treats flowers with extreme kindness.

Marie ( @itstobias149 )

- Better distractions by Faye Webster 💊

- Falling behind by Laufey 🩹

- Send my love (To your new lover) by Adele 🥊

Enjoys photography, especially when taking pictures of scenery like fields and such.

Luke ( @leonscottwolfkennedy )

- Oblivion by Emvi 🐺

- Clay by The Garden 🩸

- Moonstruck Curse by Cask 🦷

Listens to white noise when stressed and or when he goes to sleep.

Santiago ( @iristhepng )

- Money, Money, Money by ABBA 💸

- Money Honey by Lady Gaga 🌟

- This Charming Man by The Smiths 🩵

Probably has a piggy bank that's barely full, just a couple of coins inside. Plans to save but always spends the money.

Neptune ( @scrimshanders-sideblog )

- Never The Muse by Madilyn Mei 🐠

- Beyond the sea by Bobby Darin ⚓️

- Hey Cowgirl by Mac DeMarco 🐡

Has a fish pond and enjoys watching them swim around in their free time.

Jewelie ( @sillyfreakingstrings )

- Becky by Be Your Own Pet 🐬

- Fishy love by Griffinilla 🏄‍♀️

- Lovers Rock by TV Girl 🏝️

Likes to doodle in a sketch book, probably of alligators.. Or Trigger Happy.

Felix ( @shykittensoul )

- Pink pony club by Chappell Roan 🤍

- A Mask Of My Own Face by Lemon Demon 🍄

- Misty by Lesley Gore 🌹

I imagine he'd be interested in calligraphy and collecting albino plushies.

Jacko ( @star-bliss8 )

- Hug me by Pharrell Willams & Trey Parker 🌻

- Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles 🦋

- God Only Knows by The Beach Boys 🐝

Not sure why but he looks like the type to enjoy fishing, though he's definitely fallen into the water a couple of times.

Ángel ( @hattyhimself )

- The Jaws Of Life by Pierce The Veil 💜

- If You Like It Or Not by The Brobecks ☠️

- A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil ⭐️

Has a collection of boots, some that are HUGE and some that are short.

Ellys ( @0zingt0n )

- See You Again (featuring Kali Uchis) by Tyler The Creator ⚡️

- Rolling Stone by Falling In Reverse 🌀

- Just by Radiohead ☄️

Loves jawbreakers.. A LOT. Probably hurt their tooth a couple times on them.

+ One of my OC's :3

Bazyli

- Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter 🌨️

- Hot N Cold by Katy Perry ❄️

- Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan ✨

Likes to dance while practicing his boxing moves (he BLASTS music in his ears.

[daggerhobbit]

Intro post!!!

Greetings fellow humans, nonhumans, and other various creatures lurking about tumblr, here’s some stuff about myself:

Name: I have many names, the main two are Felix and Dagger but the others are Aster and Wren

Pronouns: xe/xem or it/its are the main two but also they/them, he/him, or any

Gender: agender but also who the fuck knows what’s up with that

Sexuality: aromantic and asexual but women are pretty … EDIT: lesbian-oriented aroace (I found a label!!!)

Stuff that’s fucked up with my brain: anxiety, depression, OCD, sensory processing disorder, ADHD, and probably most likely also autism but that is still yet to be diagnosed

I am a minor so no 18+ blogs please.

I unfortunately can not donate so no donation asks please.

Things I like: penguins, jellyfish, mushrooms, history, mythology, fantasy, books, dragons, cats, DnD, OSP, crocheting, art, music, baking, and more

Fandoms I’m in: Arcane, the Riordanverse, The Dragon Prince, The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, Narnia, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Six of Crows, Avatar the Last Airbender, Rolling With Difficulty, Aurora webcomic, Teansplanar RPG, Epic the Musical, Doctor Who, and more

Current hyperfixations: Transplanar RPG, Doctor Who, Epic the Musical, DnD

Other information about me: I have three younger siblings, I have two cats named Misty and Nikki, one dog named Mocha, a hamster named Grover, and a bearded dragon named Elliot-Smaug. I started a DnD club at my school and that has been very fun. I really like the number three but despise the number seven. My favorite colors are green and purple. I write poetry sometimes and post it here.

Feel free to ask me questions, I love getting asks although I may take a while to answer them because I easily get sidetracked. I love meeting new tumblr people and if you want to be mutuals, feel free to ask! Please ask before DMing me though, DMs often make me anxious.

[star-dust-stuf]

Neil Perry x period!reader

title: girl you’re sweet like

warnings: mentions of blood, pain

a/n: you know me, I had to do this! I hope you like it, not proofread, as always enjoy.

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Neil was studying in the dining hall, and to be honest I didn’t even want to study I just wanted to cry in my damn pillow. I went just for Neil though, maybe it would make me feel better. When I arrived and sat next to him he greeted me with a smile, “hey! I thought you had a girls soccer club to practice for?” He watched as I sat down.

I shook my head, “I quit before I even started.”

“Oh…” he put his head down to his paper.

“I-.” I cut off, my heart in my throat and a feeling I’ve felt before sat under me, I crossed my legs, he saw my worried expression.

“What?” He gave a small chuckle.

I shrugged, “mmh?”

He saw I was playing dumb so I got up, not thinking anything of it, when I made it out the door I felt him close behind me. “Neil-!” I turned and saw his brown eyes gaze at me.

“I think you-.”

“You forgot your books-,” I said, interrupting him.

“No- wait, y/n!” He tried to catch up with me when I walked off again. “I think you-.”

“Neil, my stomach is killing me.” I walked up the stairs, he followed.

“Y/n, you started your p- p-…” he stopped in his tracks, making me come to a complete stop.

“I… what?”

“You- you got your p- period.” He saw my face turn pink, I felt the back of my skirt, I was damp, “it’s ok- hey!”

He ran after me when I ran into the girls bathroom and shut myself in a stall. I didn’t expect him to follow me in there, but he was consistent. “It happens sometimes. Let me help you… please?”

I saw him outside the stall, i felt tears go down my chin. “I- I cant Neil,” I breathed as the pain intensified.

“Let me take you to your room…”

I took a moment, my heart going in its place when I opened the stall, his sweet face met mine, “I- I…”

“You’re in pain, let me help you!” He said softly holding out a hand for me to hold, I took it. He led me to my room.

He got me clean clothes, “put these on,” he smiled at me, he turned his face to the wall and waited, when I was done he got me tugged into my bed, he lied beside me, practically cradled my stomach.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why not?”

When I lied there with him I felt his body rest against mine, he relaxed more. He took my pain away, his soft eyes over me like misty clouds in a pink sky, his smell was familiar and felt like home.

I jumped at the sudden knocking at the door, Neil got up and got to the door, opening it a crack He saw Keating. “Mr Keating!” He was surprised. “W- what are you doing here?”

“What am i, what are you in her bedroom?!” He laughed.

“Oh umm…”

“She’s late for class, and so are you!”

“She’s feeling a little- under the weather,” Neil replied.

“Is she ok?” Keating asked.

Neil nodded, “yeah, you know.” His voice squeaked.

I hid myself under the covers. “Will you be joining me?” Keating asked.

Neil looked to his feet, “well- she’s…” Keating listened carefully. “She needs someone right now so I thought I’d-.”

“That’s alright, Neil. Tomorrow then.”

“Yeah, tomorrow!” Neil smiled.

When Keating backed away, he the saw me in my bed, he gave a wink and walked away. When Neil shut the door he gave a sigh if relief, “ok.”

“Ok? What’s he gonna think when we go into class tomorrow!”

“He doesn’t think we’re- you know - i mean, Im sure he knows what I meant when I said ‘under the weather’.”

I looked down, “really?”

“Don’t be embarrassed, y/n, it’s a period it’s not that big of a deal- well, it is a big deal but not like that!” He got snuggled with me again.

[imsiriuslyreading]

10 people i want to know better

oops i'm late thank you @alexaryebread @moggetbright @localwolfgoesawooo @b1ackcatchatsback @anxiousthoughts365 for the tags! <3

Last song: Get It On by T.Rex. friday fave innit

Favourite colour: i like blue. like dark blue. when outside is about to go from daylight to night time and everything looks a lil misty.

Last movie: oh god i actually have no idea? shit, i can't remember. tonight, however, I've got David Thewlis Movie Club with Karfy, Indi and Kels and I'm bloody thrilled. Never not once have we understood what we're watching but we have a lovely time anyway

Last TV show: I'm currently alternating between rewatching both JJK and Parenthood. comfort shows are the vibe.

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Yes. lets leave it at that.

Relationship: my only commitment is to the bit

Last thing I googled: how to bury a body

Latest Obsession: megumi fushiguro. also, fen has got me reluctantly listening to lofi and I'm mad about it but unfortunately can't stop

Looking Forward To: finishing the cadence podfic (also sad about it), seeing some fanfic friends again in a couple weeks, writing more of my book, launching just friends books. this is a good question actually. life has been tough so I'm trying to find little things to look forward to throughout the next few weeks and months. small goals:)

tagging no presh and sorry if you've already been tagged, I am astronomically late to this one! @emjayeingray @januaryfirstreads @brigid-faye @anniedreamwilldo @dearamleo @honeyymoonyy @just--vi @emlovessid @tealeavesandtrash @under-pink-skys

[if-i-had-it-all]

"It All Started When A God Begged For The Mercy Of A Human"

{Sally Jackson | Paul Blofis | Poseidôn Domatitês RP Blog}

If I were a king, If I had everything If I had you and I could give you your dreams If I were giant-sized, on top of it all Tell me what in the world would I go on for If I had it all?

{If I Had It All, Dave Matthews Band}

Salacia "Sally" Jackson-Blofis

Salacia "Sally" Blofis, nee Jackson, is a freelance writer and community advocate who's taken up the world by a storm within these past few months. Once famously known as Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School's Piano Accompanist during Nations as mere freshman before unfortunately having to drop out of both the news and her high school after the death of her Uncle, the school's Opera Director, Sally Blofis now runs her own nonprofit using her latest book series's skyrocketing sales to help struggling young teens get their names out there so less children are forced to slip through the cracks. 'They aren't nameless anymore,' 43-year-old Sally Blofis tells the news, 'they aren't just numbers, or news titles. They are people, they are loved ones, they are tragedies. They deserve the love of someone feeling pride for them, not just their situations. They deserve to know that love is not conditional and America was built on opportunities, not just greed.' Mrs. Blofis has since helped over a million teens get back off of the streets with scholarships, food pantries, workshops, assisting with Missing Persons and Undocumented Americans gain their citizenship, and opening her own Publishing Company to give a break to those who otherwise wouldn't of had the time or resources for it. Way to go, Mrs. Blofis, America is rooting for you.

Paul Blofis

"I will admit, being bisexual was definitely new to me when I came out and started dating my now boyfriend alongside my wife," Paul Blofis, leader of Goode High's first ever Gay-Straight Alliance Club, told local news stations during the club's first Pride Parade. "I never found it to be wrong, per se, but when I saw it on the news or on TV, I never really thought it applying to myself. I just didn't think about it." And neither did Mr. Blofis think about the flags when he first put them up in his classroom. "I was just in love!" Mr. Blofis, wearing similar flags painting on his cheeks and sown into his clothes, laughed and became misty-eyed thinking about the things that started it all. "I wanted to show them off, I wanted to show me off. I mean, I'm finding more and more about myself in my 40s! There's still so much more about me to learn!!" Accompanying him to pride is a band of at least 20 teens, ranging from all different backgrounds and cliches. "In hindsight, we really should have asked about it," one of the teens cringe, "because we definitely freaked teach out appearing in his classroom all beat up... but it worked out in the end." Since hanging up the polyamorous and bisexual flags in his classroom, Mr. Blofis had seen a strange spike of the same group of people hanging out after class as much as they could or spending their breaks in the corner library. He didn't mind it, of course, but the dots didn't connect yet until a student, who remains anonymous for his privacy, came to him for help against his abusive stepfather who recently found out he was gay. "And ever since then," the teacher and group reported, "it's been history."

Poseidôn Domatitês

After months of researching, officials still don't know the identity of recent news stars Paul and Sally Blofis's third partner. If you didn't know, Sally and Paul Blofis have been going viral on both social media platforms and news stations for their overwhelming contribution to today's teens, with Mrs. Blofis starting up her own nonprofit to help get teens and their stories out there, and Mr. Blofis becoming an unexpected pillar of New York's Gay Teen community. But, many have been asking, who is their third? A man reportedly appearing in his forties with dark ripped jeans, gold accessories, and a loose Hawaiian shirt has been plaguing social media outlets and news stations with his elusiveness despite always being at his partners' sides. Social Media language experts say that, even when his name has been caught by high-tech camera and sound equipment, such as the ones we use here, it is almost never understandable. Current enthusiasts have started using the hashtag "Who Is The DILF" to share discoveries and anecdotes about the mystery of the third Blofis, and some reports even say that a few are working on looking at the sound waves to try to find his name. Hopefully, we will know more in the coming weeks about who is this elusive third.

Γεια σε όλους!! [Hello Everybody!!]. This is an RP account based off of one of my favorite self-indulgent AU ideas where Sally Blofis, Paul Blofis, and Poseidon are all together as a couple!! Hopefully, there will be an actual fanfic of this idea coming out soon, but I figured I'd have a grand time RPing as them in the meantime :)). This AU is based off of what I think would be a very crucial missing scene of Rick Riordan canon, which would be the conversation between Sally, Paul, and Poseidon about Percy's disappearance. It was very, very vulnerable and heartbreaking, especially with Poseidon's theories about what it all could mean and how powerless Sally and Paul are with the fate of their son, or who has come to be their son, in Paul's case, but it was the start of something more. Poseidon started to awkwardly come around more, unsure of how to atone for his mistakes and to help out with the housework as they all tried to figure out how to function again. He helped out with Estelle, being the only person who could soothe her cries during the night, and eventually the three of them just started to orbit around each other. Annabeth, too, became apart of their little surviving family, having her fair share of vulnerable moments with all three of them as they figured out what to do when a part of their souls is missing. Eventually, Percy came back and they started falling in love. It was slow, but it was comfortable. It was amazing.

And so, feel free to interact with any of them! As anybody!! I'd adore if this is a multi-fandom blog where I can have fun with whoever bc we all know Sally will love anyone and everyone as her own and so will Paul and Poseidon's just a grump who pretends he hasn't already filled out the adoption papers but we all know has 😂😂. Feel free to RP as whoever in whatever situation--fandom, age, niche, etc--and also feel free to either request one of them or let me take the reigns with the response!! I wanna have fun here :))) /pos /gen. [Also I adore these older gays, so much /gen].

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[moodymisty]

What kind of nicknames/titles do you think each Primarch's wife would get?

There's some that all the wives share, just adjusted to fit with their husband. Lady of [primarch's planet]. Lady of the [Legion name]. And if the primarch is one with a last name, she uses her husband's last name. (Lady Guilliman, Lady Lupercal, Lady Aurelian, etc)

But most/all of the wives would have nicknames/titles unique to them.

Magnus's wife could be called the Red Lady.

Konrad's wife could be called Lady of the Night, but that's also an euphemism for a prostitute, so maybe not. I don't think any Primarch, especially Konrad, would like someone else calling their wife a slut.

Since the Primarchs presumably didn't know about Alpharius and Omegon being twins, they probably assume Omegon is Alpharius's last name. So their shared wife would be called Lady Omegon, which would please the actual Omegon greatly. He may only be able to be with her in public as Alpharius, but she is his Lady. It's a way for both brothers to show their claim over her. She's Alpharius's wife, Lady Omegon.

If a Primarch has a title/nickname that's Lord of [X] or the [X] Lord (like Perturabo being the Lord of Iron), she could be called the Lady of [X]/the [X] Lady (Perturabo's wife being the Lady of Iron)

I added all the ones I think since i imagine that not all of them would use the same default titles. Other people feel free to add!

Lion El'Jonson:

Beginning of relationship: Woman, Lion’s woman

Farther into relationship: Lady of the Dark Angels, but it’s usually rarely

Roboute Guilliman:

Lady Guilliman, Lady of Macragge, Lady of the Ultramarines, Consort of the Lord Regent, she has a lot of titles and it bugs her greatly lol

Magnus The Red:

The Red Lady, Consort of The Crimson King

Rogal Dorn:

Lady Dorn, Lady of the Imperial Fists. Their titles are very practical and literal.

Ferrus Manus:

None in my opinion. Other legions might call her Manus’ lady simply for lack of anything else to say.

Perturabo:

Lady of Iron, but in my opinion yet another legion/primarch that doesn’t use a lot of titles. Half because Perturabo doesn’t let them even perceive her; Forrix once called her Perturabo’s bitch and he beat the man bloody. And then he called her bitch in private. He’s toxic.

Fulgrim:

This one I actually have no ideas! Fulgrim is my least touched upon primarch but I’m sure he’d have many titles for her, what do you guys think?

Vulkan:

Lady of Drakes, Lady/Mother of the Salamanders, My Lady, Mother, etc. Unlike the other legions they all really want to associate with her as a legion not just Vulkan

Corvus Corax:

Raven Mother, Lady Corax. Surprisingly uninspired.

Alpharius/Omegon:

When Alpharius talking it’s Lady Omegon, when it’s Omegon talking it’s just My Lady

Internally, Lady/Mother of the Hydra

Konrad Curze:

None really, Shang or Sevatar might call her Lady Curze as a demeaning joke, and other legions call her Lady of the Night Lords simply because she’s basically an unknown to them. In my opinion Curze actively hides her until he can no longer.

Sanguinius:

Lady or Lady Angel, Lady of Baal, Mother Angel later on

Lorgar Aurelian:

Lady Aurelian, Lady/Goddess of Colchis, Lady/Goddess/Mother of the Word Bearers. He really loves cramming goddess into her titles

Mortarion:

None that I can think of, other than the obvious

Jaghatai Khan:

This one I’m also not sure one, but I also don’t think Khan is a super title driven guy. Given he isn’t for himself either.

Leman Russ:

Wolf Mother, Den Mother, Lady/Mother of the Wolves, Russ’ bitch

Horus Lupercal:

Lady Lupercal, and that's probably it. Horus jokingly tried to get his Mournival to call her Princess Lupercal once and she tried to smack him.

Angron:

none really. I HC that their relationship is too unknown to title, and so any formal interactions usually just hesitantly call her Lady or Consort to Angron, since that’s the closest descriptor.