#adj c

[kim-dokja-you-adjective-bastard]

kim dokja you cringefail bastard.

[yzashaven]

I N S A T I A B L E

insatiable (adj.) in·sa·tia·ble (of an appetite or desire) impossible to satisfy (of a person) having an insatiable appetite or desire for something, especially sex

NOTE ᝰ to make up for my lack of kinktober post (which i said i was gonna post) i made this instead! it's gonna just be a 'lil collection of oneshots in a specific au or setting. i chose to do kinich n' scara for now but if you guys wanna see a specific character, do let me know!! i'll also be adding some characters as i progress through with this... thing??? oneshots will be posted separately. thank you for your support ♡

WARNING .ᐟ everything under this post is NSFW and TAGGED ACCORDINGLY if you're uncomfortable with any topic listed, don't read or press anything + all fem!reader

— K I N I C H // streamer/gamer!kinich + modern au

[1]﹒cockwarming ⋆ slight exhibitionism ⋆ mention of "good girl"

[2]﹒fingering ⋆ edging to overstimulation ⋆ cunnilingus ⋆ toys (vibrator) ⋆ praising

[3]﹒kinich teaching you how to play his favorite game! ⋆ groping ⋆ thigh fucking ⋆ squirting

— S C A R A M O U C H E // modern au

nothing here... yet

made by @yzashaven do not reupload anywhere !!

[drewizz]

THIRD TIME - 05. dicey

pairing ꕀ rafe cameron x reader

WARNINGS. smut (protected p in v, cunnilingus) & commitment issues..

WC. 3.2K

TAGLIST. open! comment or send in an ask

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dicey. (adj) unpredictable and potentially dangerous

You had quickly walked to the kitchen after your short (touchy) interaction with Rafe. The sound of the rain outside had softened, but your thoughts were anything but calm. Your mind was constantly replaying the moment on the couch, the heat of his presence, the way his voice dropped into that annoyingly attractive rasp when he said your name.

You grabbed a cutting board and some bread, pretending you weren’t fumbling every other movement. A simple grilled cheese – that would be enough for both of you for now, but also to distract yourself. Butter, cheese, bread – easy, straightforward, and thankfully safe. Not like the erratic energy buzzing through your veins as the only thing in your mind was him.

But, of course, Rafe didn’t stay on the couch and followed you into the kitchen.

“What are you making?” His voice was closer than it should’ve been, and when you turned, he was leaning casually on the kitchen island, his smirk firmly in place.

“Food,” you replied curtly, turning back to the stovetop.

“So specific,” he teased, stepping further into the room.

You glared at him over your shoulder. “I thought you were going to make yourself warm on the couch.”

“And miss the show? No way.”

You sighed heavily, your annoyance barely masking the nervous tension that crackled whenever he was too close to you. “Do you want one or not?”

“Depends. Are you any good at making grilled cheese?”

You threw him a wary look. “It’s grilled cheese. Not exactly rocket science.”

Rafe chuckled, moving closer beside you. Too close. “You’d be surprised. Some people manage to screw it up and make it taste like literal crap.”

You ignored him, proceeding to grab extra ingredients to make him one. You tried to focus on the sandwich, only for his presence to be dominating the space. You refused to look at him, but you could feel his eyes staring at the back of your head, the weight of his gaze heavy in the atmosphere.

“What?” you finally asked, voice clipped.

“Nothing,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise. “You just look flustered.”

“I’m not flustered,” you shot back, buttering the bread with a little more force than necessary.

“Right,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. “So you’re just tense. Totally different. Maybe stop trying to kill that poor bread with that knife and butter.”

You turned to him, narrowing your eyes. “Are you always this obnoxious?”

“Only when I’m having fun.” That damn smirk.

“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” you muttered, flipping the sandwich onto the pan with extra force.

“Quite deliriously,” he said, his smirk growing.

You tried to ignore him, focusing on the sizzle of the sandwich and the golden-brown edges beginning to form. But it was impossible. The kitchen suddenly felt smaller and the way he leaned closer to peer over your shoulder wasn’t helping.

“You’re burning it,” he said.

“No, I’m not,” you snapped, though you quickly flipped the sandwich to check.

“Close call,” he teased.

You let out an exasperated breath. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Not when I’m around someone as fun to annoy as you.”

You turned to glare at him, but the words you’d been ready to snap at him caught in your throat. He was much closer than you realized, his face only inches from yours. For a moment, neither of you two moved, the air growing impossibly still. He was incredibly good looking.

Your pulse started to hammer in your chest, and you swore you saw something flicker in his eyes – something much darker in a way that made your stomach flip. His pupils were dilating.

“You’re staring,” you mumbled more quietly than what you intended.

“You’re easy to stare at,” he countered, his tone losing its teasing edge.

Your breath caught, heart pounding so hard that you were sure he could hear it. The sizzle of the pan brought you back into reality, quickly turning your attention to the sandwich, sliding it onto a plate with shaky hands.

“There,” you said, holding the plate out to him. “My delicious grilled cheese. Enjoy.”

Instead of taking and eating it, Rafe put it aside. He stepped closer, his eyes fixed on yours. You could feel your body practically trembling.

“Rafe,” you warned, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were warning him for.

“What?” he asked, his voice soft, almost lazy. “I’m just standing here.”

“You’re too close.”

“Am I?” he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips. “I don’t think I am.”

The words caught in your throat, and you hated how much your body betrayed yourself, leaning ever so slightly toward him without your permission.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, you felt his hand brushing your hip. Such a light touch, as if testing the waters. Your breath hitched, and in that moment, the last fragile thread of your composure had finally snapped.

The kiss wasn’t planned. It wasn’t careful or gentle or even intentional. One second he was standing next to you, too close for comfort. Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. Completely warm and soft, moving in such hunger. Unfortunately, he was a great kisser.

You didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. You were enjoying it. Your fingers found their way to his (your) shirt, clutching the fabric as if it was the only thing able to keep you upright. His hands were busy at your waist, gripping tightly and making your head spin all at once.

You broke the kiss, stepping back so quickly you nearly stumbled.

Rafe’s chest rose and fell with labored breaths, his lips slightly parted, his eyes dark and searching.

“Touch me,” you whispered hoarsely, grip still tight on him. You fucking lost it.

“I’m pretty sure it’s more polite to take a nice lady like you out to dinner before I eat you out,” he pointed out teasingly.

Mentally rolling your eyes, you mumbled. “Shut up before I change my mind.”

He quickly moved forward to kiss you, nudging his tongue against your lips seeking entrance. “Tell me to stop,” he groaned, drawing circles on your lower back (and passionately eating your face out). “I won’t be able to hold back.”

You made a deep, strangled noise from the back of your throat. “Then don’t.”

Rafe hissed, slightly grounding his hips against your pelvis. His fingers started sliding along your inner thigh as he pressed kisses all over your face and neck. He was teasing you. His hands wouldn’t go anywhere near where you started aching, and you could feel his smirk on your neck.

“Rafe, I need you stop fucking teasing me,” you whined. 

He tutted, slightly shaking his head at you. “You need to learn something called patience, pretty girl.” He started to caress your inner thigh even more, feathering light kisses on your neck.

You closed your eyes shut as you felt his fingers push your shorts aside, then his thumb pressed against the fabric of your panties. You were sopping wet, and you felt your body slightly trembling. 

He moved his head upwards to give you a deep kiss, dragging the heel of his hand against your clit – and you let out a tremendously loud whimper into his mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips, and he was back to drawing slow circles over your cunt in the most painfully slow but delirious manner.

Suddenly his touches disappeared.

You opened your eyes, only to sputter at him. “What are you – oh,” you wailed.

Rafe got down on his knees and started trailing kisses up your leg. “Pretty girl, you have to stay patient for me.” He slid a lazy hand over your lower abdomen and grazed your pelvis so lightly that your hips would jerk forward.

Your eyes were now scrunched closed, gripping onto the kitchen island for dear life. You felt his warm breath nearing your cunt, as he was pulling down your shorts and panties in such a tantalizingly slow movement. Your expression twisted as you arched forward, feeling his tongue take a long, slow, stroke against your swollen and tremendously wet flesh.

“Oh,” you let out a sob-like moan. You’ve never felt anything like this before. It was just pure ecstasy. 

He was slightly pushing down on your abdomen to hold you in place, while his tongue was having fun exploring. His tongue flicked out, starting to curl it against your clit and kiss it interchangeably. He continued to tease your clit, which seemed like an entire eon, but then he sank his finger into you.

“You taste and smell like fucking heaven,” Rafe groaned into you.

You didn’t hear anything as you were gripping so hard your knuckles were turning white. Mouth parted and heavy breathing, you weren’t sure of what was happening anymore. But the pleasure surged even more.

He was slowly moving his singular finger in and out, feeling your slick walls grip him like vise – while his tongue licking just about everywhere. After what seemed like an eternity, he sunk a second finger even deeper into you. Fingers extensively searching for a specific location behind your pelvis; he found it, curling it even deeper in that area – he was hungrily sucking at your clit while firmly pressing his fingers inside you.

“Oh my fuck,” you let out a defeaning moan. You felt your cord snap as you writhed in pleasure, sobbing out your orgasm, shaking above Rafe. Wordlessly, you pulled him up (who was busy licking at your drenched cunt) into a kiss, hungrily. You could taste yourself on his lips, but that was the last thing you minded for now, you needed him.

Your vision was hazy but you were quite earnest in your demand. “I need you to fuck me on the couch.” Your whole body was in static, you wanted more. You needed more. You felt your whole body alive and ready, craving for more of him. An addiction.

He gave you a lazy smirk, voice becoming low and raspy. “Oh sweets, I thought you would’ve never asked.” He carried you to the couch while feathering your neck with kisses, dropping you to lie down on your back as he hovered over you. 

You took the time to slowly trace the outline of his cock, heavily printed on his (your) sweatpants. He felt fucking huge.

His head dropped against your shoulder with a heavy groan, feeling your hand on his cock. Slightly bucking, he hurriedly shoved down the sweatpants, just enough to bury himself in you.

Thank goodness you came to your senses. “Wait, are you clean? And we need a fucking condom.”

Wordlessly, Rafe reached for his wallet on the coffee table in front of the couch, pulling out a condom from the back pocket.

You weren’t even going to bother and ask why he had quite a few in there. 

Impatiently, he ripped the foil and slightly hissed, rolling it on. You were being busy mesmerized by staring at his cock.

“Pretty, you’re going to start salivating soon,” he teased with a glint in his eye. 

You reached out to slam his lips against yours, you had no time to conversate right now. All you could think about was being stuffed by him.

He growled against you, properly aligning himself and then sinking into you with a sharp thrust. Oh sweet mercy, he was not going gentle on you. You felt your eyes roll back and mouth open, letting out a guttural moan. He indeed, was fucking huge.

Rafe was having quite the trouble moving. You were absolutely perfect around him – to the point it was hard for him not to come the moment he thrusted inside of you. You were tight and clenching against him, just one movement and he felt like everything would be over.

He would find a way to last. Hopefully. He tried to go slow, but your urgency by digging your fingers into his ass and pleading to go harder and faster wasn’t helping. He couldn’t deny your sweet cries of begging, so he gave you what you wanted. He drove into you with such long, steady thrusts – taking time to mumble incoherent praises all over your face with feathery kisses. (Quite a contrast to his bruising grip on your waist.)

You started digging your fingernails into his shoulder, gasping for air. You haven’t had a good fuck in so long, and Rafe was notably divine with what he was doing. (It’s only three people including Rafe – so there’s no real comparison here.) 

He noticed your face, all twisted in pleasure.

He was the one who caused this. His body against your sweaty body. His cock inside of you. His tongue dancing with yours. What was this feeling?

He took one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, leaning against you – chest to chest. He angled much deeper inside of you, and he let out a throaty moan of his own. His hands were lightly feathering across the underside of your breasts, you felt another whole round of pleasure.

You could feel your fingers clawing at his back while you were sobbing with pleasure. There was no way this was going to be last time you two fucked.

He was certain that you were close, and all he needed to do was last until you came. He was struggling quite hard. He was set on being determined to drag you into pleasuring bliss – he had to. He snuck a hand down to play with your swollen clit, sure to 

“Come for me, Y/N,” he started groaning into your ear. “I want you to come.” His thrusts were becoming erratic, and you could see white as your eyes were rolling back too far in your head.

You let out a jarring wail, arching your back off the couch feeling the sweet bliss spread throughout your body. Shuddering and sweating under him, you were completely done, walls fluttering and pulsing around his still-hard cock.

However, Rafe was still driving into you with long, languid strokes – feeling his balls tighten and release into the condom. 

“Oh fuck.”

He shook as his hips were shallowly thrusting, quickly dropping his head on your shoulder. This was getting too intimate. Once it all subsided, he pulled out and discarded the condom, setting it on top of the coffee table.

“Not on there,” you groaned, covering your face with one arm.

He shook his head at you. “I just gave you an earth shattering orgasm and you’re seriously going to scold me right now?” He lightly chuckled at you. “You need to go shower, you’re all sweaty. At least let me wipe you.”

Grumbling, you felt like sleep was about to hit you. “Too tired. Don’t wanna move.”

Shuffled feet could be heard and you felt something damp against you. He was wiping you up.

This was too intimate for you. This wasn’t what you wanted. You weren’t even sure of what you wanted anymore. Him? His dick?

Both of you were cleaned up and now laying on your bed, finishing up the last bits on the (cold) grilled cheese in your room. You never had someone over in your room – specifically a boy.

Rafe dramatically flopped down, putting his plate on your desk. “You know,” he started off, propping up an arm to lean on. “We should do that again.”

You choked on your last bite. “What?” You weren’t sure if you were happy to hear that he wanted to do it again, or if you should be incredulous that he may be planning to just ease his way in your life and fuck you all he wants and leave. 

He grinned at you. “What, do you regret it or something, sweets?” Sweets. Huh, a new nickname.

“Doesn’t this change things?” Everything felt too intimate for you. The way he was praising you, leaving light kisses all over your face, making sure to follow with aftercare – these things wouldn’t be something you envision to do with a fuckbuddy. Much less did you want a fuckbuddy at this moment, or ever.

But it seemed to hit a nerve.

He slightly frowned at you and your comment. “Change things? Does it have to? And what’s there to change between us anyway?”

Ouch. You seemed to take notice that he wasn’t thinking of pursuing anything with you, nor in general. “I mean,” you started off mumbling away from him. “Of course it changes things, Rafe. You can’t just do all of that and expect things to stay the same.”

You heard a sigh coming from his side. “And I thought I was trying enough to please you.”

“It isn’t about you trying,” you were starting to feel frustrated. “It’s about me. Us. We met like four days ago and we just fucked. I’ve done and said more things to you than I’ve done with anyone else, Rafe.”

You were still faced away from him, so all you could hear was some shuffling from him. “Look, Y/N. I didn’t know that. I just purely though you wanted a fuck, you know – like mutually. I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”

You felt stupid when you felt a lump forming in your throat. “Then why are you like this?” 

“Like what?”

“Like you care about me.”

“I’d like to think of it as common courtesy.”

You felt the irritation building up your throat. “Common courtesy, my ass. That’s all you’ve been saying every time you see me. Tell me the real reason.” You turned to face him and he had already changed out of your clothes, wearing his now-dry clothes.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I don’t know, Y/N. I don't do relationships really well. I just don't do relationships. And I thought we were mutually agreeing to become fuckbuddies.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Get out.”

He looked at you as if he was in disbelief. “What?”

“I said get the fuck out of my house.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Rafe, I opened up to you at the dock. I don't just do that with anyone.”

Wordlessly, he just stared into your eyes – as if he wanted to apologize: but there was no apology. Without a fight, he took a step outside your room before turning around to tell you something. “Y/N, you'll understand.” He noticed your lack of response and gave himself a curt nod, heading to the front door.

You ignored him – listening to his footsteps, as he opened and closed the front door. He had actually left. And he had admitted that you didn’t mean anything to him. You kicked yourself tight under the covers, only to be left with millions of questions and angry tears pricking at your eyes.

You weren’t sure what sudden desire even got over you, that you asked him to fuck. And once again, you had lost another person you were expecting to get closer with. You were already starting to miss him.

The night was stretching and you were still in bed, in the same position. Only one thought was going through your brain and it was what he had muttered into your ear on the couch.

“You’re fucking gorgeous. After this, I’m keeping you all to myself. I promise.”

So much for promises.

NOTES. this was long.. so sawry that in the end it's SO rushed. had to rush the whole confrontation thing to get ch6 in shape 😞 but do nawt fret!! ch6 is written with much more .. quality ?? ANYWAYS tell me how ygs felt abt this chapter 😉😉😉😉 thanku for all the love and appreciation :')

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[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. a.shin x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. he laid his eyes on you the first time you stepped into the shop and you were a different kind of beauty .

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~0.8k .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. eesome — (adj.) pleasing to the eye. written to be fluff, kinda plantonic though. f!reader. crack. written in 3rd pov. spoiler - free. safe for minors! crappy writing ( when was the last time I wrote? ). edited.

　BEAUTIFUL. That was the only thought that crossed Asakura Shin's mind as soon as a beautiful girl set a foot into the store, Sakamoto's store, the self-proclaimed no. 1 safest shop in Japan. It was kinda true though with the legendary, ex-hitman Sakamoto Taro working here, assisted by Asakura Shin himself, it must be the safest shop. Well but come back to the present.

His black eyes followed her figure, unfortunately not being able to catch a glimpse of her face and yet he could already tell that she was a different kind of beauty. She wore an old-fashioned white dress, matching her big white hat made out of sinamay that covered her face while she gracefully carried herself in those cinderella high heels through the whole shop.

Shin would bet that she could probably afford other luxuries in those expensive, extravagant shops, so why was she here? Nonetheless he won't judge. After all, here is a pretty customer. As much as he wanted to ask for her number, he didn't dare to be near her, only waiting behind the counter while gripping onto the wooden table with his sweaty hands. God. He wants to read her mind, but he also didn't want to read her mind.

What if she thinks he's ugly? What if she was thinking bad about him in general? No, no. He will not hear those thoughts voluntarily.

"Excuse me?"

Not wasting a second, Shin immediately lifted his head and parted his lips to answer. "W— hi." he stuttered and greeted her with an easy-going hi as if they were good friends. Not once did Shin feel more embarrassed than right now. Oh god. The heck? He shuts his eyes for a second to calm himself down before opening his eyes again. What was your expression? How he would've loved to finally see her face.

"How can I help you?"

"Oh umm... I'm here to pay for my things, but I assumed you spaced out." her voice was smooth.

But he didn't have much time to think about that fact as his gaze sank down to the counter. Right. "S-Sorry..." he apologized, beet red because of the downright embarrassment while taking the scanner into one hand and the other grabbed the items. The silence was loud. His mind was racing with multiple thoughts while he silently hoped to see her face, wishing that she would lift her head anytime soon before she leaves the shop.

And somehow, god heard his prayers. The woman looked up the next moment, the shadow of her hat covered the upper part of her face. His black eyes met stoic, [e/c] ones. Wow. 'Beautiful.' was his thought—the thought he quietly whispered under his breath. And as soon as he realized that he said it out loud, he quickly looked down to your items again, his face red again, too shy to meet your gaze again.

"T-That makes 3.550¥ in dollar!" Shin said.

The sound of bills and coins being placed on the small silver tray and the rustling of the plastic bag being taken into hands echoed in his ears. "...Thank you for your purchase! Please visit us again." it's a line he says everyday, yet somehow it felt heavier than usual to let those daily words out of his mouth today. Shin didn't dare to meet her gaze again, leaving his head down as he waited for her to leave the shop.

'Cute.' ah, seems like he couldn't help himself but peek into her mind to get a taste of her thoughts. Short after hearing her thoughts, he looked up with slightly widened eyes. Did she just call him cute? "Could you please ring this up too?" she asked and placed a cat keychain on the counter, getting out her purse again. Lost in thoughts, he stood there for a while and stared at the woman. Well, he was staring for too long now.

　BEEP !

"Huh?!" Shin blinked rapidly and watched how she scanned the item herself. "W-What are you doing, ma'am?!"

"I helped myself..." she placed the money on the small silver tray again before she pointed the scanner at him and—

　BEEP !

"Ring yourself up too." he cannot take her serious even though her face showed him plain plainness, the keychain already attached to her keys. "You look like this keychain."

"EHHH?!"

'SHE THINKS I'M CUTE?'

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n — shin is such a cutie <33

[kkkindered]

Something akin to dread finds its way at the back of Zara’s throat when they hold her hand. She freezes. Breath hitching as she stares at their joined hands. Lips tugging down to a frown at his words and the predicament she put herself in. Again.

“ Intact but not working. ”

Are they going to rip it off? Twist it? Would they twist it all the way 'round? Three-sixty?

Her eyes grow misty at the sudden cold. Dread getting thicker. Coating her palate. She thinks her hands are going to start shaking soon.

“ W-what? Place something in me? ” Her eyes widen. If she wasn’t terrified of her hand detaching—Zara would have jerked at the feeling of something against her palm.

Its gross. Why is it moving? What is that? What do they mean in her?

“ Can't we just use a ph—one or something? ” They're listing these things without care. What the fuck? Threaten? Her life is a damn threat to itself. Hear them? So she's going to go mad.

This is great.

Of course she'd be the one to enter a deal with a monster.

Though what else did you want from her? Either this or die. Well. They did say dying would've been better, didn't they.

She can't go proving them right now. That's just embarrassing.

Distantly, Zara wonders who blighted her for her life to turn out this way. What crime did she commit that left her homeless and then trapped in a corner? She's sure Zara of the past couldn't have been as bad as her now.

Requests?

Her teeth unlatch from her lip, “ Little complaint? I must tell you I complain like no other, you'd hate to do this. Think about— ” Her voice chokes off.

Her back bows. Leaning forward instead of away at the last moment at the feeling of something digging. It's constant. Through skin and whatever stringy bits that come before bone.

She sniffles in pain. The pain isn't extraordinary, but it is intruding. This thing bullying its way past carefully placed anatomy out of mindless gluttony? greed?

A crease of pain flashes again. Right before, it's just a dull, strange ache. There is only so much one can do when something is making home in you.

The cold is back. It's soothing this time instead of striking. It's all-encompassing instead of a distant chill.

She chances a look. Eyes red rimmed, nose a bit runny and a frown carved on her lips. A bit pain dazed and entirely pissed, “ It was fucking horrible. ”

A beat.

“ Thanks for the place. In advance. ”

The moment their skin meets, the creature's nails curl upwards, clasping around her hand like a sprung trap. Talons press into her flesh, not enough to hurt but enough that if she was to try snatch her hand away it could hurt. "Harsh but fair, little moth." They taunt. "But if you wish for me to praise you, I suppose I could say that your instinct to survive is quite intact."

It's unclear if the god means the words positively, despite trying to phrase it as praise. Regardless they carry on unperturbed. "Right, right. The terms." Icy shadows lap at her hand. The tendrils hovering around her as if waiting for some sort of command. "I shall place something within you. Something that will tether you to me."

Said 'thing' begins to pierce the veil of the god's hand, a creature not from this realm. The mass writhes desperately between their hands, bucking and squirming against the surface of her warmer flesh. "You will never be able to escape me. Every moment you live, my presence will threaten you. If I want you to hear me, you shall. When I come to see you. You will sense me."

"I will make requests of you every now and then. You, of course, will accept them with little complaint." They continue. It's around this time she would begin to feel something. The sensation is perhaps painful, but is clear whatever this creature is? It's madly burying into her skin, twisting itself in between muscle and sinew and making itself at home within her.

"I take care of my things, little moth. So, you will no longer be homeless." The talons dig deeper and once the creature has settled the shadows that had been on standby sweep in to sooth her flesh. Coldness washing over her hand.

It's strange though, there's no entry mark. No sign that the creature had ever been there. Except for occasional the flicker of a dark mass beneath the surface. "I will give you instructions of how to get a hold of my mouthpiece. He will give you room and board."

Pausing, the god assesses her face. "See, that wasn't so bad. Was it?"

[obsessedwrhys]

Aesthete

(adj.) Someone with a deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ where Abby let's you draw a portrait of her

c/w: fluff, reader is female because I refuse to believe she's straight 😡, abby being insecure (?), gun talk, some cursing, just two lesbos bickering like a married couple, kissing, did not proof read this!!

ᯓ★

Inside your shared room, you somehow found yourself painting on another canvas after just telling yourself you'd be done with your last one. Since you were a kid, you've always been drawn towards anything that had to do with brushes and colours. It was better spending your time painting rather than talking to people, they were always rude or just straight off insensitive. All except for someone...

Abby...

She always adored your skills. Everytime you were assigned to go on patrols together, she would just peek her head from behind your shoulder to see what you were doodling in your journal. Out of everyone you knew, she was the one constantly bragging about your drawings to her friends. And you guys aren't even dating!!

Yet... which you always liked to tell yourself.

With your brush applying another soft stroke on the canvas, you started to grow bored of it, another idea already crawling up from the back of your mind. Maybe you could try doing a portrait, you have the experience but you just don't have the subject. Almost out of instinct, you knew who to find. Pretty much the only person you'd figure would be fine with this.

Abandoning your brush and pallette on the round chair, you decided to leave and try to find Abby. It wasn't hard to find her since she would spend almost all of her time in the gym. Swinging open the glass door, you headed in and walked past several other WLFs who were also training, your eyes glued to one person.

There she was, doing bench presses as usual.

You decided to stop a few feet away from where she was, almost like you were in a trance from watching her biceps flex each time she lifted the heavy weight. Not wanting to be seen as a creep, which you already have, you walked closer to make your presence known. "Hey Abby" You said with a smile. Your voice startling her a bit.

"Oh, hey" She said before setting the weight back to its rightful place. She sits up on the bench as she looks at you with a friendly smile. "You need anything?" She said, always kind and polite towards you that it somehow made you feel all giddy inside.

"I was wondering if you'd liked to be the subject of a portrait I'm doing" You said and your words struck her a bit. She looked like she just received news of something big. "Uhh... if you're worried about the portrait turning out ugly, I promise I'll be extra focused on the details" You said, figuring if that was the reason behind her reaction.

"Huh? Ah no, I wasn't worried about that. I'm just surprised you'd pick me" She chuckles awkwardly as she stands up, her height scaring you a bit. "Did you expect me to pick someone else?" You asked, the two of you walking side by side.

"Well... maybe I figured you'd choose someone more... elegant" She said, holding the door open for you to go first. "Elegant?" You scoff out of amusement.

"Didn't you show me one of your books? Where all of the people drawn were wearing those tight dresses and having their hair up so high" Abby said, recalling the memory.

"Pssh, that's different, trust me, I know what I'm doing" You opened the door to your room, inviting her inside.

"Whatever you say" She responded with a playful smile. Once you closed the door, her eyes were already examining around the room that's messy from all of your art stuff.

"Seems like you didn't take my advice" She said, looking at the stack of books you had thrown along with the pile of discontinued drawings.

"I'll do that later" You said dismissively since you realised everytime you cleaned your supplies, you were always gonna use it and make a mess anyways, best to save it for a day where you have the energy to clean.

"Soo uhh... what do I...?" Abby walks over to where you're busy setting a brand new canvas.

"You can just sit at the sofa so you can be right in front of me" You said, putting everything in place and she just does what you instructed. She finds herself seated in front of you and it somehow made her shy. Does she pose or...? This is all new to her.

"You can move your body around a bit, just try not to move your head a lot, so uh... relax" You said, already picking up your brush. "Got it" She said as she leans back onto the cushion.

With your focus on the portrait, you failed to notice the way she was watching you, her gaze was full of warmth and admiration. She was eyeing your every move as if she was watching a film.

"I never got to ask, how did you learn to paint?" Abby said and it made you stop in your act to think it over. "Can't remember exactly when, I just knew it was fun to do so I kept doing it" You simply responded and she smiles softly at your answer. "Fun huh? Is that why you're doing a portrait of me?" She said and her playful tone made you almost freeze in place.

"I guess you could say that" You said, your hand carefully doing the shades of her face. The room remained quiet for a moment, just faint sounds of your brush mixing together different colours on your pallete. "Can you lift your head up a bit?" You asked and she does just that. "Perfect" You said and quickly press your brush back on the canvas.

Your eagerness had her struggle to contain a smile. "If only you were this passionate about your gun training" She said since this was a topic that you could care less about.

"I don’t really like guns, it's too violent for me"

"True... but its also the reason why you're still alive. C'mon, at least fix your aim" She said which had you turn to look at her.

"Whats wrong with my aim?"

"Errr..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words but you were well aware of what she was trying to say. "Just try not to have your bullets flying everywhere" She said, her response having you raise an eyebrow at her.

"... don't make me draw a hairy moustache on you" You threatened which had her laugh.

"Am I supposed to find that scary?" She asked to which you pointed the end of your paintbrush at her to warn her to be careful of her next words. This action just encouraging her even more but for her sake of not wanting a horrendous looking moustache on her portrait, she'll stop.

After a while, she let's out a soft sigh. "Getting tired?" You asked, your face hidden by the canvas so she couldn't see you.

"A bit" She admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. Your head peaks from the side of canvas, trying to mimic the sweat that was still present on her forehead due to her earlier workout.

Without even realising, you were basically staring at her face a little too hard. It was funnier from Abby's perspective cause all she could see was your pair of eyes staring at her so intensely. "Am I too far away? You're looking pretty hard" She joked, pointing out how your brows were slightly narrowed.

You ended up shushing her which she found amusing. "I'm thinking, don't disrupt my thoughts" You said.

"Yes ma'am"

After a couple of minutes, you managed to finish the portrait, just a few details here and there then you were finally satisfied with yourself. "You can get up now" You said as you carefully added some tiny dots or lines. Abby pushed herself off the sofa and stood beside you.

"Damn" She said, blown away by the portrait you had done of her. It was like a reflection in a mirror. "What are you gonna do with it?" Abby asked as you stepped back to finally admire your work. "I don't know... maybe I'll hang it up somewhere in my room" You said. This caught her interest almost immediately. "You want a portrait of me in your room?" She asked, seeming embarrassed.

"Well do you want it in your room?" You asked which made her go silent.

"It's fine, I really don't mind, you'd be surprised by how many scary things I've painted and displayed on my walls" You said, carefully picking up the canvas and moving it to the other side of the room. Abby simply follows you with her arms folded.

"Comparing my face to scary things doesn't make it sound any better" She said and you could sense a tiny hint of frustration in her tone which had you chuckle to yourself. "Stop being a baby and help me hang this up" You said after finding a open spot on the wall to put it.

"You.are.unbelievable" She shakes her head slightly with a defeated smile as she takes the canvas from your hand before standing on the chair to hang it on to the nail.

Once she was done, she stepped down from the chair to stand beside you. The two of you now staring at the portrait.

"I have to admit, you're really gifted" Abby said and it made you turn your head to look at her. "Thanks" You smiled at her compliment. The second she turns to look at you, you felt yourself melt at her stare as if her blue eyes were hypnotising you. You swore for a second you could see hearts popping up around her.

Why is she looking at you like that?

Like you're the single most beautiful thing she has ever seen

"If you uh don't mind... could I stay for a while?" She asked, her voice so soft it was intoxicating.

"Sure" You blurted out without even thinking twice.

Noticing how flustered you looked, Abby tilts her head with a grin. "You okay?" She asked but her tone was anything but concern, it was like she was teasing you, knowing the effect she had on you.

"Yeahh, I'm good" You turned around and began walking back to your supplies, feeling as though you needed to escape her presence quickly to be able to think straight.

"Are you sure? Cause you looked like you wanted to kiss me just now" She said and it stopped you from reaching out to your brushes. Your mind was short circuiting.

Fuck this woman...

"And what if I said I wanted to?" You managed to say since it was easier that you weren't looking at her.

Suddenly you could hear her footsteps approaching you from behind, almost like each step she took added a weight in your chest. The tension on you shoulders relaxed the moment you felt her hands placed on them, gently, she turned you around to have you face her.

"Then kiss me" She said, no, pleaded. Her face showing how much she also wanted this.

You leaned in closer to her, the two of you haven't even kissed yet but just from the feeling of your chests pressed together made you both breathless. Eventually you pressed your lips on hers, taking it slow as you wanted to savour this moment, but it didn't last long as the desperation started to grew.

Within seconds, you were kissing Abby hard and she did the same, her hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other is placed on your hip. The kiss was messy. Your hands grabbing at whatever you could on her body as you were completely lost in the taste of her.

Your touch was driving her crazy as well, thinking back to the countless nights of how she much she wanted this. To have you this close, to have you melt just from her lips. Out of breath and feeling tired, you pulled away but Abby didn't let you and quickly pulled you back in for another kiss. Her action causing you to yelp and for a sec she felt her stomach flip. She chuckles.

"So pretty" She muttered before pressing her lips back on yours again and again, not wanting the moment to end.

"Abby..." You laid your hands on her arms and she pulled back to admire you. The mess she had made of you.

"Yes...?" She said, gently caressing your face.

"You keep kissing me and I'm gonna pass out" You said and your words had her chuckle softly.

"Sorry, can't help it when your lips are so sweet" She said, her thumb rubbing on your cheek affectionately.

"Did you think this would happen when you asked me to come over?" She asks.

"Ummm... maybe?" You said. You had a feeling something might happen but you never thought it'd turn out like this.

"I've just liked you for a very long time but I wasn't sure you felt the same" You confessed and her smile grew wider.

"Seriously? What, was me bragging about you to everyone not obvious enough? Should I have been starting a fan club for you so you'd find out better?" She teased and you smacked her on the shoulder playfully.

"Maybe you should, then I'd know that you actually liked me" She sighs, pretending to act like she's regretting this missed opportunity.

"You're right. Maybe if I did start a massive fan club dedicated to you, we would of had this kiss sooner" She said, leaning in closer to have her forehead rested on yours.

"Well we're here now aren't we?" You looked up at her, a smirk on your face.

"True" She then started to move and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter close, waiting for her to kiss you again but somehow the feeling of her lips on yours never came.

You opened your eyes and found her actually moving her lips inches away from your ears instead. "How about we clean your room now, hm?" She said which had you in disbelief. She was now reminding you of how dirty your room is after just kissing you.

"If tidying up my things is so much fun then sure" You moved away from her but she was quick to follow you.

"If I get to spend more time with you, I don't see anything boring about it" Abby said, already on to arrange your stack of unorganised books. You watch her with a look of gratitude, knowing this mess is gonna take a very long time to clean.

"Thanks Abs"

"You can thank me with a kiss after we're done" She shoot you a cheeky smile which had you roll your eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards.

"Fine" You stood beside her to help with putting your books in order. Seeing how focused you were, Abby couldn't help but have her hip nudging yours on purpose to get your attention. You chuckle, knowing this cleaning session is gonna take a while.

(Now I'm gonna do super duper angst Ellie, this plot has been stuck on my mind 😄)

[transgenderer]

nice (adj.)

late 13c., "foolish, ignorant, frivolous, senseless," from Old French nice (12c.) "careless, clumsy; weak; poor, needy; simple, stupid, silly, foolish," from Latin nescius "ignorant, unaware," literally "not-knowing," from ne- "not" (from PIE root *ne- "not") + stem of scire "to know" (see science). "The sense development has been extraordinary, even for an adj." [Weekley] — from "timid, faint-hearted" (pre-1300); to "fussy, fastidious" (late 14c.); to "dainty, delicate" (c. 1400); to "precise, careful" (1500s, preserved in such terms as a nice distinction and nice and early); to "agreeable, delightful" (1769); to "kind, thoughtful" (1830).

presumably all the TRUE etymology fans already know this one but this is fucked right. really bizarre. i guess 500 years is a long time but its not THAT long

[noosphe-re]

empty (adj.)

c. 1200, from Old English æmettig, of persons, "at leisure, not occupied; unmarried" (senses now obsolete), also, of receptacles, "containing nothing," of places, "unoccupied," from æmetta "leisure."

Watkins explains it as from Proto-Germanic *e-mot-ja-, with a prefix of uncertain meaning + Germanic *mot- "ability, leisure," possibly from PIE root *med- "take appropriate measures." A sense evolution from "at leisure" to "containing nothing, unoccupied" is found in several languages, such as Modern Greek adeios "empty," originally "freedom from fear," from deios "fear." "The adj. adeiosmust have been applied first to persons who enjoyed freedom from duties, leisure, and so were unoccupied, whence it was extended to objects that were unoccupied" [Buck].

The -p- is a euphonic insertion. Of words, etc., "destitute of force or effect," mid-14c. Related: Emptier. The figurative sense of empty-nester is attested by 1960.

Etymonline

[row-of-ribbons]

DREAM GIRL INTRO 2/5 How To Get Started: high maintenance routine (PT 1.)

high maintenance/ADJ/definition: needing a lot of work to keep in good condition

Ladies, one of the best ways to become your dream girl is by establishing and maintaining a high-maintenance routine. When you have a routine and stick to it, you begin to understand your habits and won't settle for less than what you deserve. If you start and end your day with a routine, you build confidence knowing that you are put together mentally and physically.

I have my own routine at the bottom(with details + apps I use) that helps me feel like my best you can take, leave, or add advice to your routine.

******************************daily********************************

stretch for 5 minutes: as soon as you wake up get the body moving

vitamins: D3, fish oil, fenugreek, pre & probiotics with cranberry, biotin, and prenatal vitamins. (You don't have to be pregnant to take them; they are good for women with many beneficial nutrients.)

Devotional meditation/bible study: Every morning, I pray to connect with Jesus and share my daily concerns with Him. I also read the Bible to deepen my connection with Christ and grow my faith. (I use the Glorify app)

chores: tidy the room, wash dishes, etc. (They change from day to day so you can adjust them to your needs)

Workout: I do a 30 to 55 min workout, I like to go to Chloe Tings workout app because I really feel the burn

quick shower: have a more detailed shower at night

basic skin care: cleanser, moisturizer, and SPF (Again more details later)

oral care: brush teeth, tongue scraping, mouthwash

*******************************NIGHTLY*******************************

pilates: Relaxing before bedtime is essential, and using any app, including YouTube, is a great way to unwind at night.

Detailed shower: dry brush, anti-bacterial soap, shave if needed sugar scrub, then body wash of choice

moisturize: body serum (I use glycolic acid, salicylic acid, and vitamin C, followed up by a thick moisturizer)

skincare: oil cleanser, cleanser, sheet mask, lash & brow serum, eyemask.lip mask

oral care: oil pull brush, tongue scrape, mouthwash, whiting strips

diary& prayer: it's important to write down what is on my mind before I sleep as well as talk to God about it.

✨sleep before 11pm✨

Remember to embrace the beauty of sleep before midnight as it will revitalize you, granting you the gift of radiant, dreamy skin. Approach this as a joyful journey rather than a mere checklist. Let this be your guide to feeling your best and embracing what makes you feel good. Don't forget to hydrate and take a moment to breathe deeply.

part 2 of my routine will be up soon thanks lovelies

-xoxoxo

[kim-dokja-you-adjective-bastard]

kim dokja you calculating bastard.

[purplearrowzandleather-blog]

A List of All the English Words I Can Think of Right Now That Sound the Same But Aren't Written The Same

Bear- a) a large omnivorous mammal (noun)

b) to carry or undertake (verb)

Bare- a) unclothed or empty of contents (adjective)

b) to remove or reveal (verb)

Lead- a) a dense, toxic metal (noun)

b) to direct or instruct (verb, pronounced leed)

Led- past tense of lead (verb)

Rays- lines or wavelengths that reach outward away from a singular point (noun)

Raise- to lift up (verb)

Raze- to destroy (verb)

Their- indicates ownership in reference to two or more people or one person of unknown identity (pronoun/adj.)

There- an indication of location or existence (preposition)

They're- contraction form of "they are" (pronoun attached to verb)

Whose- indicates ownership (adj.)

Who's- contraction form of "who is" (pronoun attached to verb)

Born- to come into existence or to be birthed (verb)

Borne- brought forth from or to someone or something (adj.)

Way- a path or given direction/behavior (noun)

Weigh- to measure in physical mass or to consider carefully between options (verb)

Whey- a biproduct of milk (noun)

Wait- a) to pause (verb)

b) to serve, often in a restaurant (verb)

Weight- a measurement of impact or physical mass (noun)

Wrap- a) an article of clothing (noun)

b) to cover or clothe (verb)

Rap- a) to smack or thump (verb)

b) a genre of music (noun)

c) to vocalize in generally flatter and rhythmic fashion, often ending with rhyme or near-rhyme (verb)

Bread- a wheat product (noun)

Bred- past tense of breed, to cross or combine (verb)

Wrought- to bring about or to cause (verb)

Rot- a) to decay (verb)

b) filthy debris (noun)

Knew- past tense of know, to be familiar with (verb)

New- indication of condition or age (adj.)

Gnu- a large herbivorous mammal

Hair- thin strings of cells (noun)

Hare- a small herbivorous mammal (noun)

Air- a) oxygen or atmosphere (noun)

b) to announce or express (verb)

Heir- the receiver of an inheritance, a people, or throne whether by blood or appointment (noun)

Err- to make a mistake or to act in such a way that softens a given outcome (verb)

Write- to inscribe (verb)

Right- a) correct (adj.)

b) to correct or straighten (verb)

c) an entitlement or allowance of certain behavior, belongings, or privacy (noun)

Wright- creator of a given media, such as a playwright (noun)

It's- contraction form of "it is" (pronoun attached to verb)

Its- indicates ownership in relation to a singular person or thing (pronoun/adj.)

Tale- a story, often fantastical in nature (noun)

Tail- an appendage affixed to the rear of an animal (noun)

Wave- a) a furl of water caused by rising and falling tides (noun)

b) to greet or acknowledge with a physical arm gesture (verb)

Waive- to disregard or overlook, often in regard to cost or rules (verb)

Die- a) to stop living (verb)

b) the singular form of dice (noun)

Dye- to infuse with color (verb)

Lay- to put, place, or position oneself or something else (verb)

Ley- in reference to land left to grass (noun)

Lie- a) to fib or express falsehood (verb)

b) to assume supine position (verb)

Lye- a food curative (noun)

Great- a) an indication of condition, whether physical or figurative (adj.)

b) a generational distinction in a lineage (adj.)

Grate- a) to run something along a rough surface (verb)

b) to agitate or annoy (verb)

c) a covering for a hole, often in the ground (noun)

Rain- a) condensation from clouds (noun)

b) to bring or fall down from above (verb)

Reign- the duration of the rule of a person or group (noun)

Rein- a) part of a bridle intended to control the movements of a riding animal (noun)

b) to control (verb)

Pane- a panel of a given substance, often glass (noun)

Pain- a) a physical sensation of intense discomfort (noun)

b) to induce intense discomfort (verb)

Defense- resistance against a person or thing (noun)

Defence- defense, but you're British (noun)

Hail- a) precipitation in the form of compact balls of ice (noun)

b) to celebrate or laud someone or something (verb)

c) to flag down or stop someone, often in reference to taxis (verb)

d) to originate from (verb)

Hale- healthy (adj.)

Faze- to stun or surprise (verb)

Phase- a) indication of position in a cycle (noun)

b) to go through something solid, often in reference to spirits (verb)

Wail- to cry out (verb)

Whale- a) a large aquatic mammal (noun)

b) to hit or to beat vigorously (verb)

Vale- a low spot or expanse in a terrain (noun)

Veil- a) to conceal or cover (verb)

b) a physical barrier, often of fabric, that distorts or conceals (noun)

Rose- a) a flower (noun)

b) past tense of rise, to lift or stand up (verb)

Rows- a) orderly horizontal lines (noun)

b) to propel forward with stirring motion (verb)

Patience- a virtue, the ability to wait or endure (noun)

Patients- sick, injured, or otherwised maladied individuals seeking care (noun)

Burrow- a) to dig, often for a den (verb)

b) a den or tunnel (noun)

c) another word for donkey (noun)

Borough- a town with special governing rights (noun)

Gate- a barrier between two places (noun)

Gait- the distinct nature and speed of something's movement, often with regard to horses or people (noun)

High- a) indicates general altitude or station (adj.)

b) a description of a person under the influence of various chemicals, whether naturally occuring or otherwise (adj.)

Hie- to hurry (verb)

Hi!- a greeting *waves at my audience* "I'm surprised you're still here! XD Thanks for reading!"

[tuulikannel]

One day I started to wonder about one English word: handsome. It's a weird word if you think about it, isn't it? I mean, if you think of other words constructed in a similar way, this one just doesn't work. Tiresome is something that's tiring, awesome inspires awe... so what on earth is handsome? What does it have to do with hands?

Now I finally checked an etymological dictionary, and this is what it says:

handsome (adj.) c.1400, handsom "easy to handle, ready at hand," from hand (n.) + -some (1). Sense extended to "fair size, considerable" (1570s), then "having fine form, good-looking" (1580s). Meaning "generous" (in handsome reward, etc.) first recorded 1680s.

It's quite fun how meanings can change. Handsome - easy to handle. I wonder. xD

[cryptolangsguy]

Giumalaita'i

[Text ID:

Cryptolang rules:

> Duenaga’ir, then consonantal Deites.

Every word consists of a body and tail. The various combinations of the two define the word as a part of speech.

Example: Aizuenaqama’i - p.n. (the) Example Aizuenaqamai - v. Give an example Aizuenaqama - n. An example

Aizuenaqam’a - adj. Exemplar

I - pron. (the) Example

Every word has its own pronoun version, which in all cases is the tail (phraseology, “to tug on tails”, to talk using lots of pronouns to shorten speech).

Pronunciation rules:

Vowels are always forming diphthongs when put together. <c> - /ts/ <q> - /q~kʼ~kˤ~kʲ/ <x> - /ks~ɕ/ <j> - /ʤ/

To translate a word into Giumalaita’i: > Set it into its most basic form. > Encode with cryptolang. > Change to part of speech accordingly.

Giumalaita’i has no articles. Particles and other smaller parts of speech are only encoded with Talak and consonantal Deites; No Duenaga’ir. No verb tenses, all is contextual.

Translation example: "Just because you failed once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything"

“Kutav cedaute guom opade, pu-fiu naep hiu guom av aiwas’a vajeop” (literally) “Just because fail once, no-do mean go fail at every thing”

End text ID.]

[lxkeeeee]

❝LUKE'S MASTERLIST❞

SCRIPTURIENT

(adj.) having a consuming passion to write

✎ᝰ Stolas | Venti x Male! Dendro Archon! Reader | Contains NSFW content

Two Archons pining over each for thousands of years, what happens if they finally got together?

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen| seventeen | eighteen | nineteen | twenty | twenty-one | twenty-two

this is currently being rewritten because the smut is making me cringe lmfao

✎ᝰ Money | Venti x FEM! Reader | University AU

This story would revolves around a certain Literature Major—I meant a BROKE Literature Major and a certain HIGH-CLASS Business Major.

✎ᝰ Orias | Xiao x Male! Hydro Archon Reader

"I heard that there's gonna be a new Hydro Archon soon" Cloud Retainer mused as she watched the former Geo Archon hummed as he drank his tea.

Zero • One • Two

✎ᝰ Intoxicated Yet Sober Thoughts | Xiao x GN! Reader | University AU

A short fic about the messy breakup between the two.

One • Two

✎ᝰ Can We Fall Inlove in the Moonlight? | Kazuha x FEM! Reader

Two wanderers meeting each other under the light of the moon.

one • two • three • four

✎ᝰ Vanilla | Kazuha x Male! Reader

The scent of nature was his favorite scent to look for especially during his travels, lately his favorite started to change into... Something sweet.

zero • one • two • three

✎ᝰ Despair | Xiao x Male!Dazai! Reader

Xiao is slowly losing his mind as he repeatedly saved a suicidal maniac from committing unalive.

✎ᝰ A day in life as a Fatui Harbinger | Scaramouche x Male!Reader | Drabbles

Daily banter between the sixth and twelfth.

one | two | three | four | five

✎ᝰ Chalk and Gold | Albedo x FEM! Reader

Synthetic Humans. One made of chalk, other made of gold.

✎ᝰ Double Take | Kazuha x Gn! Reader

Where two strangers shared a house due to a stormy night.

✎ᝰ One Kiss | Xiao x Male! Adeptus Reader

Just the vigilant yaksha being curious what being kissed feels like.

✎ᝰ 1600 Days | Xiao x Reader

Reincarnated with their memories intact. How many days have they longed and search for their significant other?

one | two

✎ᝰ Only Then I am Human | Albedo x Male!Puppet Reader

A synthetic human made of chalk, an abandoned puppet.

one • two • three • four • five

✎ᝰ Top Notchers | Albedo x Male! Reader | Modern AU

Academic Rivals.

「⸙͎」 h e a d c a n o n s

Ꮺ 5WIRL/4NEMO

▶4NEMO as angsty tropes

Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, & Heizou in HEADCANONS featuring different angst tropes. | hurt no comfort.

One • Two

▶A Misty Memory

Erased by Irminsul, will they remember you?

4NEMO | hurt with comfort.

One • Two

▶5WIRL AS OPM LOVE SONGS

Scaramouche, Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, and Heizou in different scenarios featuring different Filipino love songs!

▶5WIRL AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Scaramouche, Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, and Heizou in different scenarios featuring different Taylor Swift songs.

「⸙͎」 s e r i e s & d r a b b l e s

Ꮺ GUNITA [Scaramouche x Gender Neutral Reader]

Reincarnation AU, a barista and a flowershop owner. This is a mini series of what the two would randomly do when they hung out or go on dates.

one • two • three • four

ᏪMarried Life Shenanigans [Scaramouche x Reader]

Some stupid shenanigans the couple do, scaramouche being a good husband because I say so. Mildly spicy or actual spice.

—Fem. Version

• behind closed doors [mildly spicy, implied having sex at the end]

•husband scaramouche being a tease [mildly spicy]

⊰᯽⊱┈───── ✧ ─────┈⊰᯽⊱

ᏪAbout Luke

▶a broke college student,

▶education major

▶21 years old

▶she/he/they

▶genderfluid

▶down bad for scaramouche

▶genshin and honkai star rail player

▶ update sched is inconsistent

▶ favorite color is all shades of violet

▶#lxkewrites #asklxke

ᏪANONS

「⸙͎」 are open! - just send me an ask with your preferred emoji to refer yourself when sending anonymous asks<3

[witch-hazels-musings]

I'm moving into edits here soon! And wanted to get people's opinions on "speech tags"

I realize this poll doesn't allow for nuance or really context lol so feel free to send me an Ask too!! -- I'm curious what you all think about my current writing when it comes to dialogue and dialogue tags (action beats (he threw his hands up), and speech tags ("whatever," she said.))

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About your beaddle post, I've seen the word float around for years without ever being able to find any information about what it means nor it's history (I've genuinely tried finding info myself but I haven't had any succes). I'd really appreciate it if you'd explain it or point me in the direction of some info on it. feel free to ignore this ofc.

Well Phoenix chrisdornerfanclub wrote a post about it that I would link but she has me blocked for other reasons. The user baeddel has had a semi tradition of making history posts about the word and has updated that a few times but you could imagine how hard it is to try find posts with that when her name is that, just pulls up random posts from her whole blog. I'm pretty sure other users have made commentaries on it over the years, especially with the transunity debacle. (autogyne-redacted possibly?) But yeah I would have followed Yillow, morphodyke, and baeddel in 2017 so I became attached to the word between those two moments.

Well anyway to be brief, it partially comes from Old English law texts that forbade intercourse with a baedling, and gave a worse punishment for a baedling fornicating with a baedling. Baedan is an anarchist journal that's been around since 2012 (Yillow told me she was unsure if Baedan 2 was written by the same people as Baedan 1) that references this term baedling, but only once at the start.

(They say: "No Future, Edelman’s magnum opus of queer negativity, offers a series of crucial lessons for baedlings; that is, for those of us whose queerness means the refusal of society and not any negotiation with or within it." Which is some explanation but not much.)

Baedan is a verb that means, to defile. The defiled defiler, think of the anti queer groomer narratives. But this was like, the 13th century, I think. Interestingly, it might have been an invented slur of someone trying to translate a slur from Latin, if I remember correctly from baeddel's posts. But yeah.

Also it's probably where the word bad comes from.

Etymonline says:

c. 1300, "inadequate, unsatisfactory, worthless; unfortunate;" late 14c., "wicked, evil, vicious; counterfeit;" from 13c. in surnames (William Badde, Petri Badde, Asketinus Baddecheese, Rads Badinteheved). Rare before 1400, and evil was more common until c. 1700 as the ordinary antithesis of good. It has no apparent relatives in other languages. It is possibly from Old English derogatory term bæddel and its diminutive bædling "effeminate man, hermaphrodite, pederast," which probably are related to bædan "to defile."

"The orig. word, AS. bæddel, ME. baddel, on account of its sinister import, is scarcely found in literature, but, like other words of similar sense, it prob. flourished in vulgar speech as an indefinite term of abuse, and at length, divested of its original meaning, emerged in literary use as a mere adj., badde, equiv. to the older evil." [Century Dictionary, 1897]