#Nony Answers

[verynonyideas]

Mackenzie Hunt with D1 please? Thanks <3

This was quite fun! I even tried a new way of doing my drawings to complete it faster. I hope you like it!

[kaciidubs]

Do you reckon Chan would put a pillow under your pelvis and press on your lower abdomen? Do you think he knows about that????

I'm not sure if you meant putting a pillow under your lower back, and pressing on your lower abdomen, because that's the only setup I know of! In any case, don't be shy to send another ask to correct/educate me~

Going back to the pillow under the lower back + abdomen press combo, I think he does know about it, but the way he found out about it's effect was during an off hand comment you'd make about how having a pillow would feel better for your posture during missionary.

The first night you both try it, it takes a minute to get the pillow positioned the right way [he bought a completely new one and cleverly named it the 'sex pillow'], and a couple of attempts to set himself at the right angle, but the moment he slides inside, it's like a whole new world.

With more freedom to use his hips, every thrust was solid and much smoother than before, and though you'd miss the strength of his hands gripping onto your hips, the feeling wasn't truly gone as this allowed for him to not only grip, but hold - stronger but with more comfort behind it.

Now, him finding out that pressing on your abdomen would only heighten the sensations for you was a complete accident, stemming from him going to slide his right hand across your hip, up your stomach and toward your breast. The second the pressure of his hand settled on your abdomen, and his fingers splayed across the bottom of your stomach, you clenched so hard he had to pause in his thrusts.

"O-Oh my god- Don't stop, baby, please."

Safe to say, he didn't stop, applying a bit more pressure as he resumed his pace, and soon enough you were reaching an orgasm that had your soul threatening to part from your body.

After another mind melting round, it was a quick lesson learned that adding comfort and a little game of pressure never hurt in the sphere of intimacy.

[unedited]

[thewidowsledger]

not a back story but i would really like to know what is happening with milf r and nerd nat right now that nat is in her household with her sons...

i love your work so much and all i can say is youre underrated, thank you

After seeing Nat, r never stopped squirming. Having to have the welcome home lunch with her sons and of course, the one she had a one night stand with that turned out to be her son's bestfriend.

She did her best to avoid Natasha or be alone with Natasha. You are welcoming to her and very accommodating but only when you are around your sons.

That summer was supposed to be a bonding season for you and for your children but now you try to avoid home as much as possible so you wouldn't have to see or have an interaction with your second born's bestfriend.

You told Thena all about it and all she did was laugh at your face about how odd and how small the world is for you. You would always spend your time with your friend that your children are becoming curious onto why you're always gone.

One time your Bruce had to ask you why you were not home the whole day, he asked you if you were seeing someone. And you froze on spot, holding tightly on your cutlery as you eat dinner with them, you saw Natasha looked at you—all three of them were looking at you. You let out a chuckle wishing it didn't come out nervously as you intended it to be. And, you said, yes. Lies.

Tony saying, "Can he take a punch?" And Natasha almost choked her food. You blinked as Tony laughed at his bestfriend. "I...he can, Tony." You said, hoping that he won't notice the lies that lay beneath your words. You only said yes, so whatever hope you see in Natasha's eyes whenever you look at her would fade.

They only stayed for 3 weeks, painful 3 weeks having not to spend so much time with your sons and having to see your son's friend that gave you mindblowing orgasm that the father of your children couldn't even give you.

The night before they leave your place, Tony told Natasha to accompany you to the market to buy some stocks like foods and toiletries for their apartment. You refused, almost scolding your son telling him that you don't want his friend to be tired and you have a long travel tomorrow. Natasha took that as a chance and told you that it's not a problem. Now, you can't refuse.

The drive on the market was painfully silent, Natasha was the one to push the cart, being a gentlewoman she is as she took the liters of water you were carrying, your hands grazing at each other before she placed it in the cart. She also took it to herself to carry everything to the car especially the heavy ones.

The drive back was full of tension unlike the drive on your way back to the market. It is the only and last moment you would be with Natasha, alone. "You're really seeing someone?" You nodded, lies. "Good for you." Because if you are, now there would be a reason for Natasha to move on.

You really tried not to talk or utter a single word with her but the feeling of being guilty walking out on her is eating you. "You're young, Natasha. You'll meet so many people along the way." You spoke after her little talk with you. "You're a big, smart girl. I know you know how much I love my children." She know what your words were hinting. She could only nod, suppressing the tears that are threatening to fall in her eyes.

"C-can...can I kiss you? One last time? Please." Fuck being in your driveway as she asked. You saw her reddened eyes with tears. You cupped her face with one hand and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek, she expected a kiss on her lips but you draw the line there. Your foreheads and noses touched for a brief moment before you pulled away. You have to, because if you don't you won't let her go neither will she even though you had painfully missed how her plump lips felt like on yours and as it travel on your body.

You didn't know that Bruce and Tony planned a surprise for you that's why they let Natasha go with you. The little celebration went well, filled with so much tension and stolen glances between you and Natasha. At the end of the night, you all took a photo together, one with Bruce, one with Tony, one with the two of them, and one with the redhead.

The day after, you never tore away yourself to your children. Hugging, kissing and babying them. Your children never stopped asking you about the one you're seeing but you would try to avoid the conversation by scolding and reminding them about stuff when they finally go again to the university. Meanwhile, Natasha never dared to look at you even before they leave the house.

After they leave, you took Natasha's shirt and the photo you had together where you two stood awkwardly with enough space between each other. A tear fell down your cheek as you put it on a box. You know that as you close this box the feelings you had with the young girl will forever be hidden with it. You two cannot be together, you love your children too much to be with her—but a part of you wished for the situation to be different—you wished that maybe in another universe her star would align to yours.

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Author's Note: Sorry guys, this is not a sad ending, this is a realistic ending🤓 thank you for this request, nony! And thank you for the kind words, I appreciate it🫶

Fic link: Toothbrush

[seiwas]

hiii! for your ask game: issei + confrontation :) btw bc i saw your post im about to do some sketching to stretch my drawing muscles for the day so ty for the motivation! <3

hi nonie! thanks for joining my lil game 🥺 i'm glad it inspired you to draw as well!!! 🥹

help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!

contains: established relationship, matching halloween outfits, expletives, mention of tits and nipple, reader is a preschool teacher

issei + confrontation

“were you ever going to tell me?”

you stand in front of him, eyes wide with your phone thrusted to his face. matsukawa squints, sitting up higher on the couch. the unruly strands of his hair mush up into a tangled bird’s next atop his head.

your chest is hammering, heartbeat pounding at what you just uncovered; what you just saw. you check the photo again, zooming in for good measure. you can’t believe it.

yet, in front of you, sitting so relaxed is the same man standing next to you in the photo. he’s barely even leaning forward to get a better look.

“tell you what?” he tilts his head.

you groan, moving closer as you shove your phone to his face.

“look closer.”

and he does. but all he does is grin, a slight smirk as his lips curl cheekily.

“you see it?” you ask.

“yeah, what about it?”

you’re flabbergasted at this point. because right on your screen, is a picture of your little group’s halloween celebration, and—

“issei… my tits are hanging out. you can see my nipple!” you zoom in on the photo for emphasis.

he hums in agreement, unfazed and smug, “and?”

“oh my god,” you sigh in frustration, slapping his thigh, “this is posted on oikawa’s official instagram!”

he looks at the icon and pauses, then, “oh,” is all he says before he continues, smirking, “i thought it was part of your costume.”

you close your eyes, taking a deep breath in visible distress. and he has the audacity to chuckle (to chuckle!!) before pulling you in by the waist. he presses you against his chest as you slump on the couch, tucking you under his chin as he rests his palm on your back.

“it’s okay,” he reassures you, the vibrations of his voice rumbling against your cheek.

“i’m going to get fired.”

“nah,” he dismisses the thought, “they might not even see it.”

you press yourself up and give him a look, “the kids’ parents are oikawa’s fans.”

he blinks then shrugs, “not many parents can say that their kids’ preschool teacher is friends with an olympian.”

you swat his chest and pout.

“serious.”

the photo still stares at you from your screen, a group picture of everyone in their costumes with oikawa dressed as flynn rider in the center. you and matsukawa stay on the far left, his arm wrapped around your waist as you dress in matching doctor and tooth fairy outfits

“at least you’re hot,” he adds.

“a hot tooth fairy?” you manage to snort a little.

“a hot titty fairy,” he grins.

[bienmoreau]

I think why people want the Trojans to get a red card, specifically defending Jean against the ravens, is because it shows the Trojans breaking their moral code to defend Jean, which could be significant, and I think it would introduce an interesting dilemma of how far they are willing to go to protect him from the raven’s toxicity. Idrk tho

I guess I can see that.. maybe.

For me it feels like it undermines something fundamental about who they are (especially who Jeremy is; from what we have so far, how seriously he takes being a role model/showing up as his bast self in public) and how they are presenting Jean with a new world view and reality of how it's possible to be, and how to protect, support and care for others. The idea that the others don't resort to violence to protect each other and still smash the opposition is important. That they don't display violence as a solution means that it is never presented as a possibility that it will one day be used against Jean.

Yes sure the situation of protecting him would be specific (and if it was something like Andrew saving Neil in TKM then even more so). But once they have shown they can and will resort to violence as a reaction that means he is no longer safe with them in the way he was up until that moment.

It also basically nullifies the promise he has made to them by signing the contract and committing to learning to play their way! And the tacit promise Jeremy has made to him to get them to championships by playing their way with him as part of the team!

But that's just my thoughts and maybe my mind will be changed on this (v unlikely ngl). But If that's what Nora decides to have happen in some way I'm sure she'll be able to write it in a way that carries us to that situation meaningfully and believably. It just isn't something I feel is needed at all for this story I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ssongsboo]

steve x reader x hyungseok???? steve?????

i have been summoned sierra....... these are insane i love your works i love your writing i love you i am so CRAZY!!!!!!

and if u make a darkfic blog i will be following

also an euijoo thought... making him jealous and he does a complete 180 in bed.... fucking u harder than he has b4.... marking..... i've also thought abt knife stuff w joojoo but i will save that... my god i need this man desperately i would be on my knees in a SECOND if he got the slightest bit mad at me literally would let him slap me silly then kiss it better and fuck me dumb

ANYWAYS euijoo is so fine need him to eat me out w his glasses on,,, and bonus points if we Both have our glasses on and they kinda clink together ksjsj i want him BAD.

<🐈‍⬛3

the door slammed shut behind you, and before you could even turn, euijoo was on you. his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you against his chest so quickly it stole your breath. his glasses glinted dangerously, but it was the heat in his eyes that made your stomach flip.

"you've got some nerve," he hissed, his voice dangerously low, his lips curling into a humorless smile. "looking at him like that, touching him like that- do you like making me mad? like seeing what it does to me?"

before you could reply, his hand tilted your chin up sharply, forcing you to look at him. his thumb brushed over your lip, deceptively soft, before his palm met your cheek in a sharp slap. the sting sent a shock through your system, and the ache between your thighs flared to life.

his lips were on you instantly, kissing the exact spot he'd struck, whispering against your skin, "that hurt, baby?" he asked with faux concern, though he didn't wait for an answer, dragging his tongue over the sting as if soothing it. "good. maybe now you'll think twice before pulling that little stunt again."

before you could process his words, his lips crashed against yours. the kiss was harsh, all teeth and tongue, a mess of frustration and desire that had you gasping for air. his glasses clinked against yours, but he didn't pull back- instead, it made him smirk against your mouth before biting down on your bottom lip.

"you're mine," he growled, lips trailing down your neck. his teeth grazed your skin before sinking in just enough to make you whimper. he sucked harshly, his tongue soothing over the mark as his hand pushed your head to the side, forcing you to bare more of your neck to him. "i want everyone to see it- every mark, every bruise. i want them to know exactly who you belong to."

he didn't stop at one. his mouth was relentless, leaving deep, blossoming marks along your neck and collarbone, each one more possessive than the last.

the sting mixed with the heat pooling in your core, and you could do nothing but submit, letting him claim you however he pleased.

he pulled back after a moment, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "perfect," he muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "you look so pretty like this- completely marked as mine."

he spun you around, shoving you onto the couch, your back hitting the cushions as he stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes, his hands tugging at your clothes like they offended him.

"you belong to me," he growled, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he yanked your panties to the side. "don't you ever forget that."

"but you don't get to have me just yet," he said, voice low and commanding. "you made me mad, darling. you're gonna have to earn it."

he pushed your legs apart with an almost careless strength, the cool air brushing over your bare skin making you shiver. you barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you, hot and relentless. the sight of him between your thighs, his glasses slipping slightly as he worked, was almost too much to handle.

you felt his tongue drag slowly, almost teasingly, before he delved deeper, groaning at the taste of you. his glasses pushed against your thigh as he tilted his head to get a better angle, his hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you in place. the tension in the air was electric, and every stroke of his tongue sent you spiraling closer to the edge.

he pulled back just as your legs started to shake, his lips and chin glistening, a smug smirk playing on his face. "not yet," he murmured, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "you'll cum when i let you, got it?"

you nodded weakly, and he leaned forward to kiss you, his glasses clinking against yours again. the gesture was almost playful, but the fire in his eyes told you he wasn't done with you.

"good girl," he praised, pulling away and flipping you over effortlessly. "now, let me remind you who you belong to."

and when he finally entered you, his thrusts were harder than they'd ever been, his grip on your hips was bruising. every kiss, every bite, every slap of his hips against yours was a lesson, a declaration of ownership. your mind was spinning, each movement making your body arch toward the couch. the jealousy that had simmered beneath his usual playful demeanor exploded into raw, possessive energy.

when you whimpered his name, he leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. "say it again," he demanded, his hand slipping under you to toy with your clit. "say who you belong to."

"you-" you choked out, your voice trembling. "i belong to you, euijoo." his lips curled into a smug smile as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. "that's my girl."

he pushed you even further, driving you to the edge with a mixture of roughness and care that left your mind spinning. by the time he was finished with you, you were a trembling mess, barely able to form a coherent thought.

as you caught your breath, still draped over the couch, euijoo crouched beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair out of your face. his glasses were slightly askew, but the soft, caring glint in his eyes was back. he cupped your cheek- this time with nothing but tenderness- and kissed you sweetly.

"next time you want my attention, baby, just ask," he murmured, his thumb tracing your swollen lips. "no need to make me jealous- you know i'd give you the world if you wanted it."

[brattyprincesspostsworld]

big sister here that wants to use a box cutter on those pretty thighs to count how many times you cum 🤍

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i’d love for you to do that big sis! i’d cum so many times for you!

[noh07]

hypotheticals

hey Tumblr, would a love potion work on an aroace person? if yes, how would it feel?

my (aroace) gf asked me this so I tried to figure it out, but I want your opinion on it too.

I think it would work (since it doesn't create real romantic love, only the illusion of it) and I think they would experience the feeling similarly how they experience love (eg platonic love) usually, but with a romantic aspect. depending on whether they get easily flustered they might also get butterflies and stuff.

[pseudowho]

Our mother, who art in britain, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is on tumblr.

Give us today our daily fic, forgive us our bad grammar as we forgive those who flame against us and lead us straight to temptation, but deliver us from all untimely deaths.

Awomen

I'm being on theme. I am also going to hell. :)

Listen these are giving me shivers.

Like, these are motivating me. You are such a hype girl. I'm swooning at my own lines, STAWP STAWP.

I'm gonna have to put these on some reblogs.

Like...

Damn.

If you'd like to read Deliverance, where you hunt down Vampire!Priest!Nanami after falling in love, please access it here...it's very slutty. Like me.

-- Haitch xxx

[dollyyun]

Okay I take it back the haircut is cute I love jaeyun sm 🩷

i’m glad you changed your mind babe bc i was about to send you this jake edit on your previous ask🙏🏻

HE LOOKS MAD FINE IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN

[minni-bunni]

Well the first thing I would do is take you out for dinner. Pay for your meal and let you get all dressed up for me before driving you home but instead I will be bringing you with me instead. After spiking your drink it would be easy to get you to come with me. It wouldn’t be long before I have you in my house all cute and loopy while I sit you down on my lap and play with your tiny cute body as much as I want~

Of course you could say no, but why would I listen when your moans and whimpers are so adorable?

-🏐

So nice of you mommy~ taking such good care of me. Taking me out to dinner and playing with me after 🥺 I might just fall in love~

🏐

[kaciidubs]

just imagine ( also dom chan 😫😫>>>) chan not giving you attention and suddenly goes out then you text him to ask where he went ( you know he is out with the members you jus got somthing up your sleeve

“ where are you”

chan: i’m with the boys

you reply “ same”

he’ll start blowing up your phone and you leave him in read

you bet you’ll get it when he gets home🫣

Oh goodness- the brat mentality is jumping out in this one and I'm so down for it!!! ❣ Warnings: Dom! Chris, brat! reader, degradation, Dom/Sub dynamics, slight spit roasting, slight choking, open ended ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Reader is referred to as Princess, Baby, Good Girl, Brat, Spoiled

Attention Seeking

You knew this would happen - pushing one too many buttons of his and breaking some small, but carefully picked, rules to bring out that authoritative aura you had a gut wrenching craving for.

Chris told you if you kept acting out, he'd ignore you until you decided to act right like his "good girl would", but you were well beyond the puppy eyes and lilted begging - that wasn't any fun.

So, when he announced he was heading out with the boys for a little bit, not even the slightest bit amused when you denied his offer of coming with, you took to putting the rest of your plan to work a little more than half an hour later.

Princess💖: Where are you? Channie🐺: Huh?? Channie🐺: I'm with the boys.. Princess💖: Mm, same

There was a short minute between your message and his reply, but the result was nothing short of golden.

Channie🐺: What? Channie🐺: Baby who are you with?

No less than a second later, your phone was ringing with his caller ID on full display, but you just sat and listened to the ringtone play through until it cut off, sending his call straight to voicemail.

Channie🐺: Answer me Channie🐺: Who are you with??? Channie🐺: Baby I swear

Another phone call, but this time you swiftly declined it without a moment of hesitation, sending him to voicemail yourself.

Channie🐺: K.

With that, your phone went silent, no further texts or calls coming through; and though part of you felt bad for taking it to these lengths, you couldn't help the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach as you eagerly awaited his arrival.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours, and the excitement that was once coursing through your veins had slowly turned into annoyance and anticipation - had he played you at your own game? Was he truly outwitting the brat? Did he actually choose a true punishment over the punishment you were practically begging for?

Leaving your phone in the bedroom, you decided to venture into the kitchen to at least satiate your thirst since it didn't seem like anything else was being satiated any time soon.

However, the second you grabbed a cup from the cabinet and set it on the counter, an arm was wrapped around your waist and a hand was around your neck.

You would've screamed if it weren't for the familiar scent of mahogany and coconut filling your nose, though that didn't stop your heart rate from skyrocketing in the process; your body freezing against his.

"You fucking minx," Chris breathed against the shell of your ear, the hand around your neck twitching slightly as he felt your pulse, "lost all your senses in one night for what, huh? Because you needed some fucking attention? You can't go one hour without needing me?"

Swallowing thickly, you somehow managed to find your voice as the rolling flame of defiance grew within you. "Y-You were gone for more than an hour, Christopher."

There was a scoff, then you were spun around in his hold and backed against the counter, though his arm protected your lower back from the sharp edge - he would be the one inflicting pain, nothing else.

His eyes were sharp, darkened by a mix of aggravation and arousal, and if it weren't for the fact that he was holding onto you, you would've melted to the floor where you stood.

"Speaking back, acting out, breaking the worlds easiest rules, ignoring messages, ignoring calls." With each subject listed the tick in his lip grew, and if you hadn't known better it would've felt like he was genuinely mad at you. "If you want to act like a spoiled rotten brat, then fine," the hand that was once on your neck now cradled your jaw, squishing your cheeks almost painfully as he forced your gaze to remain on him, "I'll remind you what bad girls get, I'll break that fucking ego of yours until you're begging for my forgiveness."

He leaned forward and your eyes fluttered, your body instinctively preparing itself to feel his lips on yours, but when you only felt the pass of his breath you whined pitifully.

"That's what I thought." Peering down at you, he tilted his head back just a sliver, "All that bark and no bite - don't worry, baby, I've got all the bite you need."

[unedited]

[thewidowsledger]

I got you..

Nat who has you pinned against your bed right after you’ve seen her with another woman, yet you can’t help but let her take advantage of you like the first night.

Nat who has all her clothes on, while yours are taken off in a further moment to humiliate you as her fingers lazily pumped into your core harshly. lips harshly pressing against the soft skin of your neck as she bit down harshly. no words spoken to you, like as if its only her in the room.

Nat who has picked up on the small scent of Nicotine on your neck from the smeared ashes and you suddenly felt her fingers scrape against your walls before pulling out. If her eyes werent dark before, they definitely are now. she roughly pulled you to be face first into your pillows and she had pulled out her cock and slammed it into you. not even giving you time to adjust as your face pushed into the mattress every harsh thrust she made.

Nat who ensured her silence was kept, edged you over ten times, and when she decided that her frustrations were okay to be finished, she pulled out of you harshly without giving you a single chance to release. She’s frustrated too. but shes more in glory of you being more frustrated.

Nat who smoothed down her top, zipped up her pants and walked out and slammed your door as if she didnt just rail you into the mattress, hearing her soft coo of goodnight to your daughter before silence took over the mansion again

🐅

GUYS! I KNOW I DIDN'T WRITE THE SMUT PART, BUT HERE IT IS!

THANK YOU SO MUCH MY SHAYLA!!!!!!!!!

[storiesoflilies]

https://www.tumblr.com/storiesoflilies/755644317549395968/a-naya-anonymously-message-me-3-things-you?source=share

1) what's your favorite fanfic of all time? the one you're thinking about almost every day

2) how can someone become a moot with you?

3) what does your dream date look like?

hello my darling nonie!!

thankyou very much for feeding my ask addiction, hehe i love answering them in between bursts of writing :3

now lemme answer!

1 - my fave fanfic of all time? hmmm.

this is such a big biiiig question. i have a lot of talented moots, and i have quite a few of their fics that i think about all the time. like @neptuneblue ‘cupid’s quiver’ and @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat ‘sometimes i long to eat you up’. any of @dollsuguru snippets i greedily scoff too lol. @pinknipszz heian era sukuna drabbles are little gemstones, the vibes are immaculate. ooo i also think of @bungalowbear ‘wolves of tokyo’ too, again because, VIBES!!

however my top one that takes up a lot of my thoughts is the series ‘the odyssey’ by @lovenona . i really take my hat off to this author and the series for getting me back into writing. the story is so brilliantly crafted, and the writing is absolutely astonishing and dreamy. adele took my brain to another world and needs to win a fanfic award ASAPPPP!

i have my fav art/fics under my favorites tag if you’d like to see more :)

2 - you wanna be moots?!?!? let’s be moots :3

honestly though i really don’t mind anyone reaching out to me, as long as we interact in a respectful way and keep it relatively light. please don’t be shy, i really hope i’m not intimidating hehe :)

and if you are too shy, plsplsplspls give me an emoji or something so i can assign it to you! then we can still chat and i’ll know it’s you (kinda, lol) (btw :3nonie if you’re seeing this, I MISS YOU WHERE DID YOU GO?!??)

helpful hint i guess – I LOVE TOJI!! in case you haven’t noticed already, i have a lot of toji brainrot hehe, so that is the way to my heart eheh :3 @tadabzzzbee is well aware of this hahaha

commenting your thoughts or how much you liked my fics really makes my day, and chances are i will instantly follow you if you’re consistently interacting with my pieces! because while i do notice my regular likers, but it’s people who comment that i really remember and am more inclined to follow!

3 - dream date?!?!?!

HMMMM!!! i suppose a picnic date on the beach, on a day when it’s pleasantly warm and i won’t be cold at all, so i can wear my pretty summer clothes. strawberries and fresh cream is a MUSTTTT!! ooo and fresh lemonade would be wonderful too hehe.

[bienmoreau]

no please explain the cardboard dog 😭

Gooodddsss the fact so many people don't know what this is is really bringing it home to me much this fandom has carried on in my absence from it and how a lot of the old stuff that was just part of how it was back then is not common knowledge at all anymore!

Tho I guess this reference at the least has always been a bit of an either you know or don't so heres a link to another time I've answered this question 😆😆

[dawnbreakersgaze]

You are my favorite dream, Kay. I yearn to live in sleep so that I may have you in your arms for a moment longer, even if I am perceived as a separate version of myself. I will be a thousand facsimiles of who I could never be if it meant seeing you smile. I love you.

- Zayne, known to you as Dawnbreaker

I-

Dawnb- I mean- Zayne!? Oh my goodness please, it hurts my heart so much to know we can only be together in a dream. And forgive my indiscretion, you're right. You are, and always will be, Zayne. Whatever parts of you I can have and hold, I will piece back together. I will be a thousand hands to gather every fragment in my arms until you are whole, and then I will be the softest place for you to rest.

I love you too.

-Kay💜