#WHISKED AWAY AHHH

[rainbow-moss]

🌿 i. LOVE !!!!!!!! THE ICE THING !!!

gunter is one of my favorite characters in adventure time but i am so. so distraught that he gets no love especially as the ice thing. i think im very partial to the 1000+ yrs adventure time stuff in general but ice thing is SO GOOD

the fact that gunter is fulfilling like,, the original (dinosaur gunther) gunther's wish to be the ice king feels like it's so. poetic

something about the ice thing scratches my brain so good. his laugh sounding like ice king's laugh but it's off, more,, scratchy ? i think it adds to his animalistic feel. i want to know how he feels about turtle princess and how he dealt with her death so bad there's I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AUUUUGH

[macabre-mangled]

More To Grab

Astarion x Curvy/Thick!Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, blood sucking, mostly fluff, talk about body insecurities

A/N: this doesn’t take place in a specific time in the game but you can assume it’s after that confession scene

gif not mine ^^^

You could feel his eyes on you. There was something undetectable in them. It was hard to place but it almost seemed as though it was admiration. But that couldn’t be! He never said anything about his feelings about you. Surely you think you’re imagining it. It felt strange. His eyes not being blown with lust. But instead blown with something akin to affection. His scarlet eyes were focused, he hasn’t noticed that you know he’s looking at you. You follow his gaze to the love handles and extra pudge at your hips that is exposed by your father racey top. Ahhh. So it was lust. At least that’s what you thought.

“Astarion?”

“Hmm? Oh! Hello darling! Don’t mind me, just staring at your lovely and full body.”

You could see the blush decorating his cheeks but his confidence never faltered. However the lingering looks from the closed minded villagers dimmed your own. Their judge mental stares were enough for you to feel yourself shrinking. The other party members took notice quickly. Shadowheart enters your vision and whisks you away before you could dwell on it longer. You were all sat by the fire. On the outskirts of the village. You were listening to Wyll tell a story, well you were half listening. You were still thinking about the events of earlier today and it didn’t go unnoticed by a certain companion of yours. His saccharine eyes were filled with concern as he stared. He knows that you’re going to continue thinking about it all night. And he knows you shouldn’t.

“Come Darling, let’s have a little chat.”

Astarion whispers in your ear and placed a hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you towards his tent. He leans forward to look you in the eyes. His own filled with that same look that you couldn’t decipher. As you look closer you can see that he has some blood left on his lips and teeth. Presumably from his last meal. He quickly noticed your gaze on his mouth and chuckles. It’s deep and throaty. Sending shivers through your body. Warming you from the inside. His eyes glowing in the moonlight. Reminding you of a cat’s or perhaps an owlbear. It looks predatory to those who don’t know how to read his expressions. But to you it’s simply one of interest and curiosity. Before you can think any further you feel his hands squeeze your stomach. Softly kneading as if you were dough. His face lights up at the feeling and he pulls you closer. His hands wander and squeeze throughout your entire body. Hands kneading anything he can reach.

“When I said I love your body love, I meant it. You’re like a deity to me.”

“Really? But I’m-

He cuts you off before you can finish that sentence.

“Chubby? Yes I know darling. But there’s nothing wrong with that. In fact I adore it. I love feeling your body against mine and I especially love the way it looks when you’re naked.”

You scoff at his words but he continues nonetheless.

“And I love it because it’s you. I’d love you no matter what body you have. But I do adore your body. There’s more to grab. And to hold at night.”

You felt his arms tighten around you as he pulls you closer. His hands rubbing circles against your back. Humming softly. You’d probably have the same fear again but you knew he’d squash it.

[tojisun]

OMG ive got smth else for u

Give by sleep token is sooo biker!simon coded ahhh😩😭😭

I AM THE SHADOW, YOU ARE A PASSENGER

IF YOU WANT TO GIVE, THEN GIVE ME ALL THAT YOU CAN GIVE

I WANT TO TASTE YOU BETTER

anon u are too sick for this one now im genuinely spiralling??? how do i move on!! HOW DO I LISTEN TO SLEEP TOKEN WITHOUT ENVISIONING BIKER!SIMON???

this fits sooo well with that one consistent brainworm that wont let me go since it manifested – it’s from when i was answering honey’s ask!!

how a subset of biker!simon is him and you being friends for a while but you’re with a partner who doesn’t appreciate you and love you the way you should be, and simon ofc doesnt wanna just be like “i can treat you better sweet girl” BUT ONE DAY HE WHISKS YOU AWAY WHEN YOUR PARTNER DID SMTHN THAT ENDED UP WITH SIMON HAVING SPLIT KNUCKLES, HIS HELMET STRAPPED ON YOUR HEAD, AND HIM AND YOU ON HIS BIKE AS HE DRIVES YOU AWAY AHHHH

on my knees right now???

the way you’re crying in his arms, pressing your face on his back and it’s a little awkward because of the helmet and simon’s feeling the ridges of the visor dig into his back, but god simon’s trying his best not to explode. trying his best not to just swerve into the nearest empty lot because he wants you as far away from your shit of a boyfriend.

and when he finds an empty park, away from the suburbs and from the bastard who made you cry, simon pulls over and tugs at your helmet to take it off before scooping you in his arms and tucking your face on the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. he holds you close and he holds you tight, letting his silence wrap around you. he kisses the top of your head, breathing you in, feeling his own blood calm down because you’re in his arms now. safe, loved, cherished.

the way when you ask him why’s he being too kind, too considerate, simon bites the words that threaten to spill because you deserve more than a rushed confession. so he just presses a kiss on your forehead and tells you he’ll always be here for you. always be here to help you throughout.

you end it off with your boyfriend that same night, your body shuddering with sobs but god you feel better. feel lighter.

and it’s gradual – the way you fall in love with simon. the way your eyes see him as more than your best friend, more than your platonic soulmate. and you’re scared to fuck things up, but god the way simon looks at you, all adoring and reverent, makes you weak.

the words spill from your lips on a thursday morning when you dropped by simon’s place only to see him tinkering on his bike in the garage.

you’re about to crouch down and settle on the floor the way you had always done before but pause when simon tells you so.

“i got y’somethin’,” he says, blushing just a bit. you watch as he walks towards the cleared-out corner of his garage, just noticing the covered lump there.

he turns to you with a smile and tugs at the sheet, revealing a pretty, pink, velvet loveseat.

“so you don’t have to sit on the floor w’me,” he says after a while, taking your silence for confusion.

“it’s… mine?”

simon laughs, something boyish. “yeah. all y’rs, doll. i’m used to the hard surface but i see you rubbin’ at your ass when i take too long so i got you this to help out.”

what the fuck?

he blinks. the smile slipping from his lips. “i mean, you don’t have to use it.”

fuck. you said that out loud? stupid-

“no, si, oh my god! it’s perfect!” you scramble to tell him, practically running towards where he’s standing. “i’m just- i don’t know- no one has ever-”

to your horror, tears began pooling in the corners of your eyes. simon stares at you in surprise, his face falling as worry lines his beautiful features. you try to assure him that you’re doing okay, but a pathetic wet sob lurches out of your throat instead.

“fuck,” you say, aggressively wiping at your weeping eyes. “i’m so sorry for this, si. i just- i fucking love you so much and i don’t know how to-”

you startle when big hands pull your fists away from your eyes. you see simon staring at you in shock.

“you love me?” he asks, almost breathless like he is afraid of being wrong. afraid that if he spoke any louder, it will lead to you rejecting him.

but how could you ever?

“i do,” you tell him. “i love you so much, si. i think i always have-”

he cuts you off again, but this time with his lips. his big and callused hands are gentle as they cup your cheeks, pulling you closer to him like he still can’t believe that you love him back.

“i love you too, sweetheart,” simon murmurs on your lips when he finally pulls back, your breaths passing through each other in gasps. “i fuckin’ love you.”

so clearly i went fucking bonkers-

SORRY IT GOT TOO LONG MY GOD

[raspberrybesitos]

Valentine’s Day Series 💘

hi hi everyone!! i’m back!! <33 thanks for bearing with me on my writing hiatus 🫶🏼 this is just a small collection of Valentine’s Day fics as i ease back into writing. they’re based on these prompts and revolve around different Pedro boys. also… my first Abby fic!! ahhh!! i hope y’all enjoy 🩷

all works are 18+ MDNI, as they contain smut. all ageless blogs will be blocked.

Palestine - as a writer, i’m dedicated to using my platform to raise awareness. please take a moment to read through the links i’ve posted. i stand with Palestine, and if you enjoy my writing, i ask you to fight for the people of Palestine. if your beliefs contrast mine, i ask that you block me.

Main masterlist

Abby Anderson

the water’s warm | 18+ MDNI

Summary: You and Abby enjoy a bubble bath together on Valentine’s Day.

Frankie Morales

let’s get outta here, baby | 18+ MDNI

Summary: Frankie whisks you away on Valentine’s Day for a romantic evening secluded by the water.

Joel Miller

soft side | 18+ MDNI

Summary: You and Joel enjoy a quiet Valentine’s Day.

Javier Peña

beneath the thorns | 18+ MDNI

Summary: Javier hated Valentine’s Day – until he met you. He surprises you with a romantic evening in for your first Valentine’s Day together.

Din Djarin

just us tonight | 18+ MDNI

Summary: Din had a long day at work. Arriving to a child-free home for the evening, you help him unwind.

Divider by @saradika-graphics <333

[asimplesimp4]

Let's Play a Game.

⚠️:Blood drinking, punishments, biting, blindness, restrained, tentacle mention.

Thump. Thump. Thump

*I was running so fast it sounded like a heartbeat. Not my current heartbeat.. It was going way too fast, this is unhealthy. Better than dieing. I was being chased by Alastor, THE RADIO DEMON. He likes to do these.. how do I explain this..? Predator/Prey games. I'm always the prey. If he finds me.. let's just say. I don't wanna find out. Sometimes it's good, like cuddles some other times when i piss him off like today.. it's a punishment. I scramble into a tree, my breathing shallow as I try to quietly catch my breath*

*I hear a raspy voice echo through my head. Two words bounce from ear to ear.*

"Oh Dear~"

*'Shit shit shit shit..' is all that fills my brain*

"You can't hide forever, my love." Alastor says, voice sultry.

*'Try me then, Bambi.' I argue back in my head.*

"Y/N~" he hums my name in a steady tone.

*Crack.*

*'What was thAT- OH SHIT'*

*The tree branch breaks under me.*

"I didn't even eat that much for lunch what the hell-" I look up. My eyes meet Alastor's.

*His smile stretches*

"Boo." he says, leaning down. I never got why he always bent down at a 90 degree angle- Shit. I should go.

*I scramble up and take off*

"Ah ah ahhh.. Not getting away that easily my little doe."

*You feel a hook around your waist. It yanks you back towards him.*

"Oomph!-" You grunt, the wind getting knocked out of you as you get slammed into his chest. How did his breath not get taken?

*You look up at Alastor. You couldn't tell if he was agitated or proud.*

"Now, my dear.. I found you. You haven't been obeying me quite well recently and i've found this to be a... hassle to deal with. You will be punished tonight darling."

*'Ok shit. Yea. He's angry.'*

"Al, I'm sorry! I'll be behaved!" you blurt out, afraid of punishment

**"It's too late for that, my love..."***

*Your breath quickens as your vision gets swept into darkness*

"Fuck! Alastor! Please-"

*He cuts you off.*

"Y/N. I've given you multiple warnings this week and all you've done is disobey me. This punishment will be enforced onto you. Whether you like it or not."

*Whilst he says 'not' you feel his tentacles grasp your wrists, pulling them behind your back. Now you're restrained and blind. Yay.*

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***Warning Ahead.***

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*You feel his hot mouth enveloping your neck. Alastor bites down. You let out a breathy whimper*

"A-Al-"

"Shhh.."

*You feel his sharp teeth pierce your neck. Drawing blood. You hiss in pain, he pulls back with a 'Pop!'. Alastor starts to lap at the sore and bloody bruise he had inflicted onto your neck.*

"Delicious.. Always being good for your punishments..."

*You feel a gust of cold wind as he whisks you two away to your hotel room. You restore your vision. He's taking off his shirt. You're on the bed, panting softly. You look up at him*

"A-Alastor?- What are you doing, baby?"

*Alastor's eyes meet yours.*

"You're gonna be punished. And you're gonna scream my name."

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Idk- Should i finish this..? I'm also aware that alastor is aroace. This is fake. WHICH MEANS NOT CANON!!!!

[skz-elle]

Cash or Card?

Chan x Reader

859 words

Warnings: Reader is called “wife”, otherwise no mention of reader pronouns (soft, fluffy, no smut)

Based on a reel on fb where someone answered the question “cash or card” with “husband”.

I wrote this for @kaciidubs but figured I’d share ☺️

Your boyfriend promised he wouldn’t make you buy anything. He promised! So, begrudgingly, you agreed to go with him to the boutique.  One of his acquaintances — a friend from the industry — had invited Chan and the rest of the boys to a private viewing since they had a short break coming up. 

It wasn’t exactly well publicized but Chan was bringing you along too, and this acquaintance was apparently trustworthy enough to know that. They’d arranged a full fitting experience for you while the kids shopped and browsed.  

Something told you it was Chan’s idea, that he was up to something, but you brushed the feeling aside. As soon as you arrived, you were greeted with a drink and whisked away while he chatted with the owner. 

After several hours of being styled (and occasionally seeing whatever Chan had tried on), you were exhausted. Playing dress up with the boys was undoubtedly fun, but it took a lot of energy to keep up with them. 

Just to be sweet, you had decided to buy a few things. It would show gratitude to the owner of the boutique, and it always made Chan happy when you treated yourself. Admittedly, your take away was smaller than Chan’s and most of the other boys. 

You followed one of the stylists to the counter as they carried the few things you had approved. As she began wrapping your choices another associate (who must have missed your entourage of idols) began ringing it up. 

“Will that be cash or card?” She asked. 

Before you could even snap open your bag, a hand at your elbow stopped you.

Chan pressed your hand and bag back down to your side. 

“Husband,” he answered, holding out his black card towards the associate.

The catcalling and whistles from the crowd of kids assured you that everyone in the room had witnessed it. Chan’s eyes were nearly closed from the grin on his face, and he was red from the tips of his ears to his chest, but he seemed thrilled with himself. 

You let him get away with it — at least, in public — because you knew any fuss you made about it would set the kids off even more. You’d have to ask him about it when you got home. 

And you did — the moment the door closed and he leaned in close to kiss you. You stopped him with a hand to his chest. 

“Husband, huh? Feeling a little possessive?”

“Ahhh, sorry, I just couldn’t help it. ‘Boyfriend’ didn’t sound as cool.” Chan blushed, raising a hand to the back of his neck. 

“Pretty sure she knew we weren’t married since, y’know, Stays would lose their entire minds. You better hope she’s paid well and your friend employs people with discretion,” you teased. 

“He made everyone sign an NDA for us,” Chan explained, like he was worried you were really upset about his ‘husband’ comment. 

“Channie, I’m just kidding. It’s okay.” As he breathed a sigh of relief, you tacked on an admission at a whisper. “I kind of liked it, actually.”

“Yeah?” He laughed, and he suddenly seemed more relaxed. 

“Yeah, loverboy. I did,” you confirmed, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You removed yourself from his arms to turn back to the kitchen and start figuring out dinner. He cleared his throat. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” You responded. You keep walking, assuming he was following. 

“Turn around a second?”

Apparently, he was not. 

You didn’t expect the sight in front of you when you turned around, but maybe you should have. Chan seemed to be pretty pleased with himself, if the soft smirk on his face was anything to go by. 

He was down on one knee, holding out a ring toward you. 

His usual cheesy pickup lines and goofy jokes were nowhere to be found. He didn’t say a word, just looked up at you and smiled that charmer smile. 

What else were you supposed to do but tackle him to the ground and cover his face in kisses? 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” He manages, before pressing his lips to yours and not letting you actually answer. 

* * *

It’s been two months since you got engaged in your apartment after a shopping trip.

It’s been a month and a half after your vacation with Chan, where you found out he went back to the boutique and bought everything you’d touched with any amount of interest.

You’re at the grocery store with your fiancé, who’s added so many snacks to your grocery cart when you weren’t looking that you can’t even remember what you originally came in to buy. 

As your items make their way down the conveyor belt and the cashier scans them, Chan’s busy browsing the grab-and-go selections around the register.  He doesn’t notice when the total pops up on the screen. 

“Will that be cash or card?” The associate asks.

You push Chan aside just the slightest and answer her with “Wife!”

You’ve never seen Chan turn so red so fast, but his cheeks squish his eyes shut with the size of his grin. 

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Okay, first of all, you are amazing bb! Love ya 💟 Second of all, what about that kind of disturbing idea. So we have Aegon! College Au. He falls for a quiet straight A’s girl. His total opposite. Becomes so obsessed and crazy over her that fucks only girls that look like her and jerks off to her innocent eyes. So let’s say one night he sees her at the party all alone. A perfect opportunity to make her drunk and high enough to fuck and tie up to him. So when he discovers her being a virgin he straight away makes her date him and eventually has her to his own! That’s it! Have free will to make this stalker shit-head chubby! With some real good smut 😋

My Dream Girl...

PAIRING: chubby!FratBoy!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Stark!Reader [MODERN College AU]

WORDS: 2,526.

WARNINGS: possessive!Aegon ii, mentions of virginity/losing virginity, female receiving (fingering), mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, innocence kink, praise kink, slight manipulation, boob play, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption.

A/N - ahhh bestie, apologies for the delay in responding, but this idea had me frothing. I have such a weakness for the good girl x bad boy trope idc!!! thank you for sending this incredible idea in and trusting me to write it... hope I did it justice!

She was a comforting sight... An incomparable beauty who was ignorant to her own potential. His audacious mind often wandered of how weak she would feel beneath this bare touch, how warm her panting breath would feel against his flesh, how divine she would taste...

Y/N Stark was unlike any girl he had ever laid eyes on before: not the typical choice for his quick, promiscuous rendezvous', she was a different breed. She was meticulous and studious, barely ever hearing a peep from her in class, with the exception of being spontaneously called upon to answer a question. She diligently did so, and yet with a softness in her voice, he could barely hear her words. She was bright, top of the class in fact, and yet quite reserved. He never truly saw her speak to others willingly nor did she socialise outside of class, often finding her succumbed to the quiet and stillness of the library, buried in dense texts hidden in some desolate corner. And yet, that made him want her even more, an insatiable desire to take her there and then in that corner, or in class, on her desk, or by her locker... The thoughts frequented his mind more often than usual, and more sinful... Aegon often felt feverish if he allowed his mind to dwell for long.

And as revolting as it would be, he could only truly sate himself with females of a similar resemblance to Y/N. Uncanny at the very least, he would often bed with girls, avoiding to stare directly or for too long, as he feared that his mind would soon decipher the difference, and the reality that it still was not her... He was desperate to deceive himself. He even went so far as to gather photographs of Y/N, whatever he could get his measly, pudgy hands on, envisioning her lustful face, her helpless moans begging for more of his, as he would fervently stroke his own hard cock. Pining for her with each devious paw, breathlessly cursing beneath a whisper at his misfortune.

He knew that luck would run out soon: that some fellow, more deserving of Y/N would whisk her away... And who was to say she was not already taken?

No, no... He consumed: he would pursue her still, possess her and keep her safe from harm's way, from the relentless harm of some infirm boy undeserving of even just a mere ounce of her attention.. Aegon truly deserved her: he had been convinced he would be the only rightful man to spoil her with joy, the only man to please her and sate her every need and desire. Only the best treatment for his special, dream girl, and he was certain to uphold that by any means possible...

"Invite her, Aemond... I know she's your closest rival in Anatomy. Invite her and just make sure she attends the party-" "And what would I get in return, exactly? You do realise she's an utter loner? The odds of her even showing up are slim to-" "You either make sure she does, and I won't have to fucking tell everyone about how you really lost that fucking eye, hmm? You know the sore, pathetic way you lost that eye. Lose all your credit with the ladies, you might just end up the freak of the year."

There she stood, her curves wrapped tightly in a red, velvet fabric, a long-sleeve modest dress. Although her body was frigid, her doe eyes intensely scanning the neon lit, dim room, small hands fidgeting in her lap with not a drink in sight, she was here. Anxious, it made his heart flutter with some warming amusement, a low chuckle escaping him lips, as he skulled a mouthful of the cheap, bitter beer to muffle his spontaneous laugh. Although Lannister had been incessantly yapping away by his, gripping, pulling and leaning towards Aegon's heavier mass, as he defeatedly tried to speak against the overpowering music. Aegon's concentration was fixated elsewhere...

"Excuse me-" Aegon lowly interrupted Jason, before brushing his lanky arm off his broad shoulder: Jason momentarily caught off guard as he witnessed Aegon walking ahead, only spared a few seconds before continuing on his ramble with the group before him.

"That doesn't seem right for a pretty girl to be sitting all alone, by herself at a party-"

His tone deep, yet a chord above a whisper, substantial for you to make sense of his moving mouth. Aegon had never spoken, let alone uttered a word to you before… The sudden change in his behaviour, felt a wave of unease across your body, as your empty stomach churned nauseously. Not that you were the type to catch his eye, nor the type of “partner” he often pursued the needy company of. And yet, here he stood in all his glory before you: his height towered your own menacingly, and his build was much larger, a wider frame than most of the boys across the campus. Mayhaps, he was an ex jock, you couldn’t truly say.

Despite Aegon being widely known around campus, as a vivid party goer, you scarcely knew about him personally, other than whispering, corridor rumours.

You knew more about the ventures and intricate details of his cock, than his interests and hobbies, as most of the female body would often gossip about their run ins with him. Not that you were unimpressed or disgusted… It was all quite, invigorating.

“Earth to Y/N!-” A more grander octave than before, his roar managed to snap you back to reality, drawing your attention solely unto him, as he intently ogled at you, eyeing you from head to toe, with a friendly smile across his face… And yet, the smile made no difference to your unsettled mind.

“You alright? You seem a little… Tense?”

“I-uh- I’m just n-not used to parties, y'know?… A-And I’m certainly not u-used to you s-speaking to me.”

The shy stutter in her voice was enough to make Aegon's heart skip a beat. Adorable, he thought.

"Is that so? Have we really never spoken before?" He lightly chuckled, taking another tasteful swallow of his beverage.

"Not that I can recall... Do you even know my name, Aegon?"

A swirl of his immediate emotions from the pit of his stomach felt conflicting: on one hand it stung that she thought him ignorant and ill-mannered enough to not know her name... And yet, the pleasant sound of his name, uttered from her lips, was plenty to make his cock twitch with sheer excitement.

"Of course I do, Y/N. You don't think I would know the name of the prettiest girl in class?"

The heat of your cheeks was enough for you to know they were reddened by his words. The friendly smile strewed across Aegon's handsome face, stirred about an elating sensation, and yet your self-doubt trampled the feeling.

Was he doing this all as part of some ill-twisted joke? A dare invoked by his fellow frat-boys, in repayment for some meaningless reward? Or was he simply that desperate to get inside your pants, considering he had bedded most of the female body...

"Aegon, stop it. I-I know what you're getting at... Just think outside of yourself, just this once. I'm not up for some stupid game-"

Just as your foot was inclined to take a brave step forward, a large, firm grip around your elbow kept you stationary.

"Hey-Hey, who said this was a game? I-I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now, Y/N... I guess I was just... Afraid."

Your plump mouth fallen agape, as your eyes widened in a titillating disbelief. Instead of taking the step forward, you took one back, taking Aegon's fascinating presence in.

"Y-You're afraid of me? The frat-boy of the campus is afraid of m-me?"

It was amusing on your behalf now: witnessing a grown, monumental figure that Aegon was strolling mindlessly around campus, unable to maintain eye contact as his unmoving gaze now fell to his shuffling feet.

"W-Well I just think you're beautiful, and you're incredibly smart. Definitely, too smart for the likes of me. Just don't think I would ever get a chance with you."

Once again, your meek body felt feverish as you were certain the evidence was plastered across your reddened, grinning face.

"You still think you got a chance, big boy?"

How the night had escalated in what felt like a mere span of an hour, you could not gather with certainty... Your mind clouded in clear judgement, slightly faint and tipsy, the earliest memory you could reminisce was a blend of pure laughter, gentle touching with Aegon, as he continued to pour your drinks.

You found yourself, in the intimate, privacy of his slightly unkempt dorm. He had adamantly kicked the previous couple out, as he reassuringly held your hand in his, leading you to follow his steps. Charmingly, you ended up comfortably sat atop Aegon's thick, sprawled lap.

"Fuck, you're beautiful-"

Aegon's rough hand reached towards your neck, gently stroking aside your loose strands, his handsome face leaning towards you until his plump lips softly fell onto your tender skin.

"Easy, Aeg-"

Immediately, Aegon pulled himself away, meeting your gaze with a furrowed brow.

"What's wrong, Princess?"

"I-I've just had a few to drink, and don't think this is the right thing to be doing... I-I've never really done this before, either," You reluctantly whisper, your fidgeting hands stopped, as Aegon's fingers entwined with yours, caressing your soft skin.

"As in you've never hooked up with anyone?"

"As in I-I'm-ugh-I'm-"

"It's okay, Y/N. Whatever you say, baby, stays with me."

Your busty chest [thanks to the supportive push-up bra], heaved with a final, deep breath, buying the time to build your final push of courage.

"I'm a virgin, Aeg... I-I've never done this before," Shyly you admit, as you place a loose strand behind your ear, still avoiding any ounce of eye contact with Aegon's piercing gaze: his lilac orbs did wonders.

"Y/N, princess... You have no reason to be ashamed, sweetheart. I find that quite attractive actually. I won't push it, if you don't want to, I can wait-"

"R-Really? You wouldn't think of me outdated?"

The handsome grin that made you somewhat uneasy upon your first encounter, now felt comforting. His plump lips that looked desirable, now you could taste against your own, as Aegon found his way, pummelling down against your lip-gloss stained mouth into a passionate kiss.

"How could I ever? You are the most previous thing I've ever held in these arms... How could I rush to perfection?"

In the weeks to progress, you often would pinch yourself, inflicting some pain to make certain this was your reality.

Aegon made every humane effort to ensure you knew how infatuated he was with you, how dear you were to him, and how raw his love was towards you.

He never manipulated nor pressured you into sex: taking it slow and steady, easing you into a few heated make-out sessions, although seizing his lust before things escalated.

He admired just how untainted you were, almost saint-like: adding more remarkable value to your rarity. The idea that he would be responsible for taking your virginity, that he would be the one to pop your sweet, sweet cherry, made the suspense of it all, palpable. He could just inhale the sexual tension oozing from your natural scent.

Much to his anticipation, you were ready.

Aegon patiently eased you in, his grasp and motions tender and light, he was intent on not using his own strength to overpower you so carelessly. His worrisome state had him abruptly and persistently asking if you were okay, before caving into his insatiable lust once more.

It was evident, Aegon knew his way around a woman's body: the effortless sway in how he handled your body, guiding it in certain positions before he found the right one. How his large, pudgy hands found their way kneading and squeezing at your sensitive breasts, earning a helpless moan from your behalf. Even flicking at your bare nipple with his teasing thumb, eliciting sensual whimpers, as you tried desperately to muffle your moans, harshly biting at your lip.

Thoughtless, completely succumbed to Aegon's advances, you felt his thick digits grazing over your slick folds.

"Already so wet, baby? Is my pretty girl ready for me, huh? Are you eager for my cock to sate her needs? Is she ready to be a woman?"

"Mhmm, y-yes, Aeg-"

"No, no, Princess. Now that's not what you call me, hmm."

Incoherent and numb to your own thoughts. You had never felt this oblivious, senseless to your own body, weak at Aegon's mercy.

"B-Big boy, m-my big boy."

The echo of his deep, growling chuckle timely reached your ears, making you eager for more.

"That's my good, good girl. Now show me just how perfect you are."

Where his fingers had once teased at your wet entrance, gently pumping in and out of your tight walls, Aegon's pulsating, reddened tip now grazed in its place instead. For a fleeting instance, you caught a quick glimpse of his cock: its naked sight, although overwhelming, was intriguing. You had seen many in textbooks before, or on porn-sites that you had cheekily ventured to. Yet none looked as grand nor as menacing as Aegon's: a moist, reddened tip, dark veins detailed along his length, you could just sense the throbbing ache of it. The length average, his girth was substantially exceptional: there was no doubt it would hurt, regardless.

The slow, steady ease into your folds, having to add some extra push to his shove, vigorously bucking his wide hips forward: did his cock manage to push through the tense fit.

Painful cries etched from your lips, as your face subtly grimaced in pain, the unfamiliar sensation was both agonising yet exhilarating. The feeling of your tight, velvet folds clenching over Aegon's mass, desperate to bury every inch of him deep inside of you.

"That's it, baby. Y-You're doing such a fucking good job, argh- I can just feel how desperate your pussy is for my cock. Made perfect to fit me."

His deep groans in unison to your breathless moans and pleas of his name, was a symphony to your ears. Sweet, jovial music.

"My perfect princess. H-How did I get so lucky, huh? I don't deserve you and yet, you were made just for me... The girl of my dreams, you are. My dream girl."

The soothing appraisal uttered in between Aegon's moans was beyond satisfying. His rough hands glued to your fleshy ass cheeks covering your surface in its entirety, nudging your sweaty, frail body once more in rhythm to his every harsh thrust: encouraging you to sway backwards and forwards, as his cock stretched you keenly out, swallowing him whole.

"I'm going to take good, real care of my dream girl. My dream girl won't need anyone else, when I'm around, not that anyone else can care for you l-like I can, ugh- That is my promise to you."

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[genshinkiss]

→Imagine: How they kiss you

✦ Characters: Diluc, Alhaitham, Scaramouche

✦ Any triggers: While there is no violence or angst, there is some suggestiveness.

✦ Reader is afab and used female pronouns to describe.

✦ Ahhh I dunno how i feel about this one hehe

✦ Diluc

Kisses from Diluc are something of a special meaning, he’s not like certain other men that will greedily steal your lips anytime you are around. He’s patient and deliberate with his affections towards you, it’s not that he doesn’t like giving you affection, he just wants it to mean something anytime he touches you.

Though, there are times whenever it’s obvious that he’s missed your lips. It comes through whenever you are both returning to his home after being busy for a few days, you can tell he’s missed you by how his hands desperately cling to yours along the way there.

Once at the manor, he is quick to whisk you away from his staff and into the privacy of your shared room. Diluc’s composure fails him once the door is shut, pulling you towards him with one hand while the other caresses your flushed cheek.

His eyes focus on your lips for a moment, waiting for you to give a small nod of approval, breathlessly watching his every move. Diluc presses his lips into yours, eyes closed at the simple pleasure of tasting your skin. As the night progresses, his kisses get more desperate and frantic. His teeth biting at your lips for a second only to then kiss away any pain immediately.

Wordlessly his lips trail along your skin, eyes burning with desire and needs that hadn’t been met in too long. His lips finally trailing back up to yours as his hands softly grab your hair, pulling yourself against him and further into another long, slow kiss.

He needs you.

✦ Alhaitham

He’s a teasing man, but nobody else would’ve guessed it. While it’s true that he respects you and treats you the way that you deserve, he can’t help but feel feel a spark of excitement at your simple desperation for him.

You’ll sit on top of his desk, watching as he mindlessly sifts through akademiya paperwork, a small pout on your features.

“‘Haitham..,” you’d whine softly, tired of waiting for him to give you an ounce of his attention. His gaze would linger on the papers for a moment before finally sighing and looking up at you, already able to tell that you’re in a needy mood.

Alhaitham would give a small smirk before pulling you into his lap, your body facing his as he softly moved hair from your face. He examines your features, your flushed cheeks but determined gaze only spurring him on more. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders, steadying yourself as you lean forward, eyes closed.

For a moment, you almost thought that you had finally received a kiss from your significant other, but you felt nothing and opened your eyes. Alhaitham’s features were before you, a small smirk on his face due to the surprised, flustered look that graced your own.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re desperate,” he hums, paying no mind to your complaints as he looks over your shoulder back to the papers that needed to be done.

✦ Scaramouche

Ahh, he was a bitch to put it in simple words.

Scaramouche was a greedy man who tended to get everything that he wanted, and what he wanted most often was you. The male had no qualms with public affection, he actually reveled in the idea of letting others know you were his.

A hand is always tightly gripping yours, he almost parades you around everywhere he goes just to show you off. Yet, the unspoken rule between him and all others was look all you need, but do not touch.

It’s not common that someone pushes this rule, but whenever it happened during a visit to Mondstadt, his frustration is clear on his features. The assailant who had dared to hit on you was easily intimidated by the death glare from Scara, quickly apologizing and backing off.

“How do they not know you’re mine?” He asked through clinched teeth, his hands pulling you closer and you couldn’t help but stumble a bit into him. Paying no mind to your struggles, Scaramouche was quick to press you against the stone walls of the tavern you were beside.

Both of your cheeks were flushed as he trapped you with his arms, your flustered gaze horrified to see the people behind you trying not to watch. “S-Sca-“ you had planned on warning him of others, but you were cut off by his lips meeting yours.

The kiss was rough, something you were used to with him, and his hands held you in place as his soft lips assaulted yours. You could feel his almost ragged breathing tickle your face, your eyes closed and trying to reciprocate his advances.

As soon as it started, it had stopped. He took a small breath, avoiding looking back at the people who had watched their exchange. You could tell he wasn’t embarrassed, if anything he was proud to make you a flustered mess in front of others.

“C’mon,” he huffed quietly, his hand grabbing yours and starting to walk away, desperate to find a place where he could continue this in private.

[wrongcaitlyn]

I HAVE RAMBLINGS ABOUT TYT

Nico and Apollo def have geek out sessions over greek mythology like they are NERDS and Apollo def grew up having snippets of the Iliad and Odyssey read to him so the moment Nico showed even the slightest of interest in Greek mythology as a kid, best believe Apollo used that to warm up to him 😭🙏

ALSO I can just picture little Apollo curled up next to Leto as she read him all these different poems (I'd like to think she read to him in Greek and while Apollo wasn't completely fluent in Greek, he def understood it very well but then he lost it 😞)

Also, Leto definitely called Apollo sunshine, and that's why he calls his own kids that. Every time Apollo would ask why he was named Apollo, Leto would scoop him up and say it was bc he was the light of her life, and Apollo is the god of light, so ofc she named her pride and joy after the god of light

Anyways whatever u do don't think about sixteen year old Apollo drunk (and probably high) out of his mind, curled up in a hotel room that he hardly spent any time in wishing he could've spent more time with his mother before his father whisked him away and into the spotlight :(

UGH AND DON'T THINK ABOUT APOLLO READING THE ILIAD TO HIMSELF WHENEVER HE MISSES LETO

clearly I have very strong feelings towards the relationship Apollo has with his mother and the fact that he should've had more time with her but bc he was in the spotlight all the time as a kid he didn't get to :(

Wait, oh my god, did Apollo go to his own mother's funeral?? Bc like Will was in middle school when she died, right?? So would have he trusted Will enough to be alone in the house for a few days, or did he just not go?? And how many times did Apollo look at his sixteen year old son and realize that the neglect Zeus put him through (ignoring Apollo's very clear addiction in favor of making him famous ofc) was definitely abuse. HOW MANY TIMES DID APOLLO HAVE TO REALIZE THAT HE GREW UP TOO FAST EVERY TIME HE LOOKED AT WILL??? 😭😭😭

ALSO ALSO IDK IF IT WAS INTENTIONAL BUT HAVING APOLLO, THE PROTECTOR OF YOUNG BOYS, BE THE ONE TO RESCUE NICO FROM AN ABUSIVE SITUATION AND GAVE HIM THE RESOURCES HE NEEDED TO HEAL???? AMAZING

I think Kayla def tried to teach everyone that Will was friends with archery. Just bc archery is severely underrated 😞

(Only Piper managed to actually hit the target, and Jason somehow sliced his hand open??? He has a very faint scar now, and if someone asks about it while he's with Leo, then Leo will come up with the most ridiculous stories instead of telling them the truth 😭)

Also, I think you've mentioned it before, but did either Darren or Kayla try to teach him archery? Idk but the mental image is very funny and it probably took him a plethora of tries to hit the target and Kayla was probably so proud

ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG IM DOING THIS INSTEAD OF WRITING MY CREATIVE WRITING ASSIGNMENT (I love that class but also UGHHHHH)

HAVE A GOOD DAY 🫶

FIRST OF ALL THIS JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE LIKE AHHSDFHLSDFJ OMG TYT RAMBLES

the whole part about apollo and leto... YES YES YESLKJDSFASDF AHHH apollo was 100% raised on greek mythology and he does have various copies of the iliad and the odyssey and other myths, an old worn-down version from his mom which had been passed down to him in her will, and a bunch of fancy pretty ones bc if he ever sees a pretty copy of the iliad or the odyssey he WILL buy it.

i think that he did go through a phase where like,,, he was just completely uninterested in that sort of stuff, considered it childhood and whatever. but i think that eventually, esp when taking in will, he went through what i'll call the "dumb and poetic try-hard intellectual" phase where he actually did read through the whole thing, read through various translations, annotated some copies, attempted to learn greek (modern greek, not ancient greek lmao), and just in general getting in touch with his heritage bc he realizes, watching will who's so small and resembles him so much, that those memories of him and his mom were actually some of his happiest moments of childhood, not annoying ones. and so he does try to replicate that, despite having not left his family on the best of terms *cough* really bad onesSLKJDF

and as someone who had a parent speak to them in their language, knew how to understand that language, but refused to learn it themselves bc it was boring, there's gonna be such an intense regret there from apollo, thinking that he should've taken the opportunity to learn when he could. he definitely would still understand bits and pieces, maybe a few quotes that were his or his mom's favorites, but it's just a lot harder to learn a language once you've grown up ://

as for the funeral, he did not go, because he still wasn't on speaking terms with his father, and well,,, yeah. he didn't want to cause a scene, also didn't want to tell will much about it, but i do think leto left some things to apollo in her will that apollo had to fight pretty hard to actually get sent to him

and GOD the emotions of apollo watchign will grow up... AHSDFJ ILL NEVER GET OVER IT like its hard to accept but he eventually does recognize it. and it's painful but it also feels good to know that that'll never happen. to watch his son at 16 spend his afternoon doing homework, and at 17 having a healthy relationship with his best friend, and at 18 applying to colleges... it definitely makes apollo proud, but it also breaks his heart a bit. because he couldn't imagine ever forcing the childhood that he had on his son, and he has to admit that his father hadn't felt the same sense of protection or care, and that even though his mom did, she wasn't in a position to do anything that would truly help :/

ALSO ALSO IDK IF IT WAS INTENTIONAL BUT HAVING APOLLO, THE PROTECTOR OF YOUNG BOYS, BE THE ONE TO RESCUE NICO FROM AN ABUSIVE SITUATION AND GAVE HIM THE RESOURCES HE NEEDED TO HEAL???? AMAZING

KSDJFLKASJDFSD PARALLELS AHHSDHFHDSFJ no bc that actually just makes me so happyyyyy like yes apollo is a good father yes he always has been and yes he always will be!!!! to literally anyone who needs it. i love him so much. can you believe when i was first outlining this fic i was like "hm, yeah, he plays an important role, but like i'll make sure not to make him a major character or anything"

now we're here. apollo is probably like. the third most major character after nico and will. in greatest of luxuries, at least.

kayla absoluTELY tried to train everyone in archery, and apollo's trying to avoid it bc he's trying not to think back to 2002 when darren tried to teach him archery, and kayla has the exact same instruction style bc darren had taught her, and hes actually better than will and will's friends bc he's learned before, but he fails on purpose bc the memories are too painful because THEY WERE HAPPY-

sorry pollen is possessing me! it will never leave

ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG IM DOING THIS INSTEAD OF WRITING MY CREATIVE WRITING ASSIGNMENT (I love that class but also UGHHHHH)

this is SO real bc i am responding to this to avoid doing my lit essaysdlkjf

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK

[crepesuzette2023]

Ahhh, your 'touring could be chore for woodland sprite paul' tags are so cute!!

In combination with those pics you can see the sprite desperately looking for a leaf or a twig to amuse himself with. A small token of his home in the woods. And getting sadder and sadder, when he finds none. The poor baby!

Yes! John needs to step up and order a lot of plants to keep in their suite, or, better still, enlist Mal to whisk them away to a forest where they can disappear for a while...or perhaps the sprite can disappear on his own and to whatever it is sprites do without human company...

But all is well, and that same evening, or the next, Paul will be back: refreshed and full of mischief. And perhaps John will take this picture of him:

"This tour has my enthusiastic consent!!!!"

[minti-tales]

Vierapril, Day 17 - Energy

Ahhh, there's nothing quite like a cup of hot tea to raise one's spirits, and lower one's blood pressure.

One has to remember, it's important to recharge depleted adventuring energy reserves. Let oneself be whisked away to a world of comfort, and squishy cushions, and soft fabrics.

There's nothing wrong with this picture. Nothing at all. Minti Chocolate is supposed to be here, relaxing. She's had a long day of being herself. It can be very taxing being a bunny adventurer.

Nothing could shake the Jenga tower of serenity built up in this moment. Not even Dark Autumn, or Erick Gage, coworkers both, preparing to violently eject a bunny from a chair she's not supposed to be in.

It's good to be a bunny today.

[starlightandetherealshadows]

Gotta be honest I was excited for V at first but there is a limit to being an asshole and it sort of put me off (not that it'll stop me from whisking Zero away like BITCH IF YOU GONNA PLAY DENIAL YOU DONT DESERVE THEM *flirts harder*).

But that's not the reason for this ask. I just wanted to say my MC is a weird combo of Zero and C personality wise so it's gonna be interesting to see V react to that (whether we end up as friends of rivals will depend on them *shrugs*). My MC in IFs usually is kind and genuine, but more on the reserved/introverted side (think ray of sunshine mixed with aloof) so I don't know how it'll fit in the dynamic. Maybe the code will perceive him as stoic or just reserved, who knows.

Anyway I'm excited and on my way to be besties with the aliens 🤗

Hi darling,

Yea V isn't for everyone, and tbh if they turn y'all off that means I've done my job of making them seem real and someone with character flaws that can't be overlooked as "sexy red flag RO purrr" so everytime y'all are like "actually i don't like V" an angel gets its wings.

Hm let's see,

MC stats and traits are Friendly or Stoic, Charming or Intimidating, Passive or Stubborn, Genuine or Sarcastic

Violent or Merciful, Selfish or Selfless, Optimistic or Cynical, Cautious or Impulsive

From what you've described, it sounds like your MC will fall closest to Friendly, Genuine, Optimistic, and Cautious.

V's attitude towards MC in this case might become "jealous because MC is so much better for Zero than I could ever be" and they're not gonna like...push MC down a flight of stairs or anything but they'll be snippier and more broody. (also keep in mind there's a whole plot that is outside of all these romances so it's not like it's all romance angst and development 24/7)

Zero will become more outwardly protective of MC if they aren't the type to clap back at V. They let you fight your own battles, but if they notice you're more reserved, they'll be more likely to say something in the moment in your defense.

I hope this makes sense ahhh i have such a weird headache rn?? Head hurt :(

All my love,

Cheye

[thekingofwinterblog]

I think the problem with digital circus is that the real digital circus is our current "meta" of fandom internet culture - isn't all those discord servers with weirdos who prey on confused teens more disturbing than the matrix with the predictale twist of "they cant go back cause they are just copies of the original minds" - basically "Dark City"

Ok sorry, just had to vent this somewhere where my name isn't attached

Ahhh... Now and again, you get one of those comments, where you are(Unintentionally) beaten over the head with the fact that you are now an old relic of a bygone age, and that you are now living in a world that has left you behind, like it or not.

But to answer the question, it's really not.

The Amazing Digital Circus is both a throwback to, but also a deconstruction of a LOT of things from the nineties.

Wheter it be the way the in universe game portrays cyberspace(Something a lot of people actually thought would work like this in the 90's), the fact that it is an in universe 90's edutainment game(Both in the actual graphics we see at the beginning, and the layout and limitations of the game world, with promises of futyre additions that never came), to the way it's very plot is basically a mixture between i have no mouth and i must scream together with any of those countless kids get sucked into a digital world you saw in countless series across the 90's.

Of course it is in many, many ways a brutal deconstruction of all of this(From the way there is no exit cause it presumabpy wasnt programmed, to the fact that of it's intentional target audience of children, only a single one(Presuming she is a child) actually is one with the rest of the cast being in their 20's Way past the 90's or their childhoods, to the way ot focuses on the horror of what it would actually be like to be trapped in such a world, but it is fundamentally a show made with the 90's and the people who lived through them in mind.

For example, the "obvious twist" that they are just brainscans of the actual people is one idea i dont buy at all, as it would completely miss the point of both how the amazing digital circus in universe was obviously meant as a game for kids that would be sold, but also miss the point of doing a deconstructive take on the usual formula of being whisked away into a digital world so common in the 90's.

TADC is very much a series that takes the ideas of cyberspace and alternate digital worlds to enter that was still theorized to be a possible thing when the internet and computers as we know them were still brand new, and asks: how would that look like? Would it be a good thing at all? How would 90's idealism actually look like juxtaposed with people from a newer, more cynical age?

That's an interesting idea, and so far it's been knocking it out of the park.

If it turns out it's just a brain scan story, the you lose pretty much all of that. It's a simulation. Not completely withouth merit, but not what the show has been trying to do.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

For the fandom and faceclaim ask game: Maude Apatow + The Wizarding World, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

Ahhh, now this was a good one! Thank you so much, Alexandra!! <3

NAME: Orla Byrne.

LOVE INTEREST: Mary Macdonald.

SUMMARY: Up until receiving her Hogwarts letter at age eleven, Orla hadn’t realized at all that her father was a wizard. She’d never met him, and her mother hadn’t talked about him at all - only to tell her, when she’d innocently asked about him at the tender age of six, that he was a “right thumpin’ bastard” who’d fled the second Orla’s mother had realized she was pregnant. But now Orla is finding out that he was a wizard, and that that makes her something called a half-blood, and before she knows it she’s being whisked away from her small Irish village to a castle in the Scottish highlands, standing with a crowd of other magical kids waiting their turn to put on a dusty old hat that would apparently tell them where their dorm rooms would be, before Orla herself was donning the hat and being proclaimed as a Hufflepuff, whatever that was. She’s fairly certain that she’s never been more confused during the start of her Hogwarts career than she’s ever been in her life… but after quickly making friends with a sweet Scottish girl who’s also knew to this world, Orla finds that she may just be able to start making her way towards figuring everything out.

OTHER INFO:

An OC for the Marauders era, obviously.

Possibly the snarkiest Hufflepuff to ever exist - seriously, this girl does not put up with one bit of BS and is not to be crossed.

She and Mary form a connection pretty quickly after meeting each other because they’re both new to the magical world and still figuring it out, and through Mary Orla also becomes besties with the other Gryffindor girls.

She’s also totally besties with Remus and Sirius - the three of them have fun studying together (it’s really more Remus trying to get Sirius and Orla to actually focus on studying), and judging idiots together. Lily kind of disapproves of Orla being friends with Sirius at first, while she still hates James, but she eventually comes around.

After the war, Orla and Mary get married and Orla becomes a Healer and St. Mungoe’s while Mary becomes an Auror, and they adopt a few kids and just generally live happily together.

send me a fandom + a faceclaim and i’ll make an oc!!

[dramantedrinks]

How to nose a Whisky!

Hey and welcome to another blog post from Dramante, in this edition we take a closer look at how to nose a whisk(e)y.

Ahhh, nothing better than nosing a good whisk(e)y right? The Nose, or aroma, is the initial smell of the whisk(e)y and is where most of the flavour comes from. Most people are unsure of what is the right way to do this and whether they are picking out the right notes or not. Don’t worry, everyone’s senses are different and individual to them, so there is no right or wrong answer. Whether you are just a newbie, an occasional whisk(e)y drinker, or a connoisseur, we will have a look at how to nose a whisk(e)y the right way.

First things first – start off with a blank canvas. As humans we can get easily manipulated, so in this case, reading tasting notes beforehand that describe the whisky will make it difficult to think of our own nose notes. So, the first tip would be to stay away from this and to make it personal to you! 

Choosing your glass

The next important step is to choose the correct glass that helps to enhance the aroma of the whisk(e)y.

A Glencairn whisky glass which can be purchased from our website, this glass is the perfect start, its wide bowl and narrow rim means the aromas and flavours of the whisky are accurately delivered to the nose and palate or you can go one better with a Copita Glass - a true connoisseur’s way for nosing your whisk(e)y. 

Glencairn Glass                             Copita Glass

Once you have chosen your preferred glass, pour your dram and let it sit for a few seconds. Then with the glass in your hand, swirl the whisk(e)y around slowly ensuring the whisk(e)y stays high up in the glass. Then take a look at the tear drops developing on the inside of the glass. If they are long and slow then this is a good way to tell that the whisk(e)y will be high in alcohol strength and could be cask strength. In most instances the slower the drop, the better the liquid. 

Nosing the Whisk(e)y

Now the important part, nosing the whisk(e)y. Don’t put your nose straight into the glass, as your natural senses will be subdued by the high alcohol content. Raise the glass roughly to your bottom lip and breathe into your mouth first, then breathe out slowly through your nose. This will calmly introduce the fragrances of the whisk(e)y and not the overbearing alcohol content.

Start to think of what the aromas remind you of, could it be fresh baked bread, oranges, wood, whatever your senses are telling you is based on what experiences you’ve had over your lifetime. Again, there are no right or wrong answers here even if your notes are not the same as what the whisk(e)y has been described as, remember everyone’s nose is different and unless you’re the great Richard Paterson, also known as ‘the nose’ you probably won’t get all the flavours the first time.

Take your time, there is no rush when nosing whisk(e)y, the more time you have, the more it helps you identify new scents each time. Compare your notes with others and share experiences. 

There you have it, ‘practice makes perfect’ and in no time you‘ll become an expert when it comes to nosing whisk(e)y.

Slàinte Mhaith/Cheers!

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[2n2n]

For Tsukasa, who loves Amane so much always, what are moments where... it's overwhelming, actually, to be with him? Like, we see Amane get all /// blushy, can't take it... over things (and he even seems overwhelmed when Tsu is excited about the shooting star.) So what are things that would make even the excitable Tsukasa get all... Oh no....

And curious to hear about how Tsukasa wouldn't recognize he has feelings for Nene ? His interest in emotions in others, but not towards himself?

yaaaass, I think these kind of moments could exist really easily, actually, but it's not a popular headcanon… I think if Amane gave Tsukasa, any affection (verbal, physical…), very directly, Tsukasa would be easily overwhelmed… if Amane points his, charm beam, at Tsukasa, pities and pets him openly, I DO think it would mute Tsukasa, make him lose his expression and focus … Amane being difficult with ah, affection, and when he is affectionate, it usually being coddling/condescending, I think that creates such a circumstance of vulnerability when it's happening suddenly haha. as much as poor Nene-chan has to feel //// if Amane grabs her or smiles at her all big ... pets her and promises to protect her ... I think Tsukasa had the same disease.

Images like this, to me, convey Tsukasa being spellbound by Amane, gazing at him.... since the perspective PoV is Tsukasa's. We can't SEE Tsukasa reacting this way to Amane yet, but, it's implied...

you can only imagine the Tsukasa staring at this Amane reading to him...

and this is all incredibly similar naturally, to how Nene pictures Amane in HER lovelorn little head....

Tsukasa blushes prominently after Amane just pets him, here, promising to read to him

and even just conceptualizing Tanabata with Amane, makes Tsukasa whisk away to a dreamy gaze... blush...

Tsukasa is often characterized by his :D, but just as often, an excited Tsukasa is , expressionless, arrested by his excitement… I love this Tsukasa waiting eagerly for the new volume (to see Amane) (he's holding a stamp to mark the incoming mail ... he's overly prepared for the mailman, unmoving lol)

and this Tsukasa, holding an Amane plushie

I think when Amane gets all ..... big brother-y .... like "ah, you're not good at reading..." or "you can't figure this out yourself, can you?" or "you always get lost easily, sigh, hold my hand dummy" "ahhh you're so distracted, aren't you? come on, watch me do it..." "ahhh you're no good at it, come on, I'll do it for you..." it makes Tsukasa feel smaller and overwhelmed by the sense of gratefulness and ,, that feeling Amane is so generous to offer you anything. I think Amane just gives you this kind of disease...

I had a dream once about Amane simply and effortlessly 'subduing' Tsukasa by just picking him up and cooing to him excessively, then shoving him back into his boundary when he's incapacitated by it...

If you really think about how much Tsukasa adores Amane ... and you think about how Amane's affection presents and how precious it is when he gives it ... and then you imagine Amane unleashing anything onto him at last ... it's actually too easy to debilitate Tsukasa... I think he's so weak, deep down ...

Often if I really go all the way to think about, you know, FURTHER THINGS, kissing etc, I imagine Tsukasa less "HAHA YAY WOO" and more... overwhelmed, confused, unable to react, staring, or even starting to cry ... Amane is always indirect ... that's what Tsukasa is used to .... I don't think he could handle love offered so quickly.... it would take such time for Tsukasa to 'get used to it' ... still I think Amane will always have the upperhand....

THE OTHER THING: Tsukasa not recognizing his own feelings exactly.. it's just a headcanon, but, yeah. I don't personally think he even understands his love for Amane as so much more than platonic ... ? Or how to.. quantify it, at all, what he wishes would happen, what imagining 'more' with Amane is like? Ehhh I don't know how good Tsukasa is at conceptualizing what he wants? He's always granting other's wishes, and his only wish was selfless, for someone else ... I don't know what Tsukasa's personal wish is. He still seems only interested in seeing Amane get what he wants. I don't even think Tsukasa can think of, Amane kissing him, or something, at all ... let alone ... anything so new and bold as Nene-chan things....

I think Tsukasa thinks in those terms of .. "my wish was already granted" and, extrapolating, "I already got everything I could ever want" (Amane giving up his life for him, with him, getting to spend years with Amane, going to Tanabata...).... I'm not sure if he really fantasizes about more for himself, as much as he wants Amane to imagine more and more and more (Amane was the one with hopes and dreams...).... boy, Amane, he really is filled with endless desires.

if along the way, Tsukasa also fell for Nene-chan, I don't know if he'd really have the means to fully understand that ... ? But I could be wrong. I think it'd be interesting for the wish-granter and heart-seeing desire God to have a gap in his own perception... can't point it inward...

there's no precedent for Tsukasa to have something like this, just like Amane had no precedent...