#also thank you for the flower my witch ass loves them

[sophiethewitch1]

Hi ! I wanted to be friends with you but I dunno how I ask so here’s an offering ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"

Your offering has been accepted I will now go to war for u <3

[climbthemountain2020]

Your Eyes Whisper Have We Met - Chapter 4

With a new moodboard since this evolved into a longfic!

Part 4/? | Ao3

As always, thanks to the loves of my life and best beta readers ever @witch-and-her-witcher and @cauldronblssd

Feyre could feel the warm breeze dancing over her skin before she even opened her eyes. The smells of flowers blooming in the air immediately tamped down when the rich scent of him filled her senses. That spicy bergamot reminded her of early mornings with dark tea and too much sugar.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself laying on her back in the soft, long grass near the lake, the ground cushioning her head as she squinted against the bright sky. Despite being under the shade of the willow, it was midday and the sun was gleaming while perfect, fluffy clouds floated lazily across the sky.

She turned to find Rhys there, also laying in the grass but with his feet the other direction, eyes closed and face directed towards the sky. Her cheek was nearly pressed to his, and a light smile danced across his lips when he felt her move.

She’d never seen him so vividly in these dreams, the details of his skin standing out brightly against the grassy backdrop. The light caught on his long, beautiful lashes, every one standing out as they brushed against his regal, high cheekbones. He was outstanding, so unbelievably handsome that she ached to paint him, to touch him. His smile broadened.

“Can you hear my thoughts?”

He didn’t open his eyes, but he did smile widely enough to show his sharp, white teeth. “Perhaps.”

Feyre scoffed, but couldn’t fight the joy she felt at being here with him. The temperature was so nice and the day was so gorgeous. This, even in its simplicity, was more than she’d ever hoped for. She had a nagging feeling that there was something she was supposed to tell him, but it stayed just outside her view, drifting away like smoke in the air.

“I used to dream of you, you know,” he said, his eyes still closed and face peaceful.

“Is that not what's happening now?”

He grinned again and her heart soared. “Smart ass.”

She couldn't help but laugh as she tracked a passing cloud; it was an ideal day for a swim. She wondered if Rhys liked to swim, if she could convince him to take a dip with her in the always-chilly water of the pond. She ached to feel the goosebumps prickle across his skin–

“I’d see you painting, see you with your sisters. I saw the many, many times you pranked the governess–”

“Hateful, cruel woman.” His laughter was like bells in the air.

“I saw the time you fell out of the elm tree and broke your ankle.” She remembered that too well, the pain still sharp in her mind if she thought about it too long. It had been one of the very few times in her life that she remembered seeing fear in Nesta’s eyes as she’d clumsily gathered Feyre, sobbing and panicked despite being nearly an adult, into her arms and ran to the manor.

How could Rhys have seen all this? Why did it seem so normal to her that he had?

“Seems like you have me at an unfair advantage then.” He turned to her, then, beautiful eyes nearly lavender beneath the brilliant sky.

“What do you want to know, Feyre?” She knew she could ask him anything, and he’d answer.

Did you mean what you said? Do you miss me like I miss you? Does your affection for me feel as strange and deep and permanent as mine? Could you love me?

But what came out instead was “Anything you'll tell me.”

He smiled as though he knew– of course he knew. He paused for a few moments, as though he was thinking it through. He let his eyes linger on hers, and she saw more emotions there than she had words for.

“I've been alive for a long time, Feyre. But I don't think I started living until I knew you were real.”

He’d answered the questions she hadn’t voiced, had said the words that her heart needed to hear anyway. Her eyes flicked to his lips.

“Feyre.” She watched them say her name, and she was moving forward before her mind caught up. As her lips touched his, warm and pillow-soft, she woke up, the room still a startling darkness around her.

She had woken with the echo of her own name ringing quietly in her ears, the press of his lips a phantom still on her own. She must have finally drifted off and dreamed of him.

Feyre had barely slept, judging by the time on the clock, though she hadn’t expected otherwise. Her nerves were all over the place, her body unable to stay still under the covers, suddenly rough and over-textured against her skin.

Her life would be something entirely different starting at daybreak–starting already–but she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything but excitement at the wide open future ahead. She was ready to take the journey into Prythian and begin to figure out how she might help Rhys, even if the mystery of it all unnerved her. She would miss her sisters, but not enough to keep her here. She loved them so much, but this was not a life meant for her. It was made for them, their tastes, their interests– she had always worn it like a too-tight skin, and she was more relieved than anything to be setting out for something new.

She had debated leaving a note for her sisters, then decided against it, then picked up the pen again.

Would it make it better or worse for them to hear from her in some small way? She worried if she didn’t, there would be search parties sent for her, assuming her kidnapped or worse. But she worried if she did, if she put the words to paper, it might break some of the delicate magic she was holding dear. Would it make it harder for them to know for certain she’d wanted to leave rather than stay here with them?

In the end, her conscience won out. She couldn’t leave her sisters in the dark to worry about her.

She kept the letter brief, making sure to emphasize that she was leaving of her own accord. There were things she wished to do and see that she could not while she remained here. She wished them all the love and joy and luck the world could give them, sealed the letter, and left it on her pillow for them to find.

Since she was meeting Vilja at daybreak, the sky was still the deep, comforting navy of night, the stars sparkling above as Feyre shut the doors to her balcony a final time. There was no reason to sneak down the trellis this early–even the staff wouldn’t be up at this hour, so she could simply walk out through the kitchens, climb the wall, grab her bag, and be off. She pulled her favorite cloak over her shoulders, a dark red velvet one that she'd found in the small village on one of her trips last winter. With a final look at the rooms she’d lived in all her life, Feyre carefully opened the old oak doors, slipped into the hall, and let them quietly click shut behind her.

She backed out into the darkened hallway, turning to make her way across the stone and marble when she ran into something–someone–with a rush of air as she fell on her ass.

She squinted in the dark, making out the flowing sleeves of the nightdresses Elain always wore, haloed in the low light by her mass of curls.

“Elain?” She hissed quietly into the darkness, relief washing over her that it hadn’t been Nesta she’d encountered in the hall.

“It’s so strange, Feyre. I keep having dreams…”

“What are you doing out of bed?” Her room was two doors down from Feyre’s, and Feyre wasn’t entirely sure how she hadn’t noticed her before running smack into her chest.

“The dreams…Do we know any men with hair the color of fire? An eye of burnished gold. Hm.”

Feyre got back to her feet, resting her hand on Elain’s arm. “What in the world are you talking about, Elain?”

Elain smiled almost vacantly and closed her eyes. “He smelled of apples in the sun.” Feyre just sighed and pulled lightly to lead Elain back to her room. Elain had always been a sleepwalker, and there wasn’t much to be done about it past getting her back to bed. Feyre jumped as the door to their right slammed open, nearly knocking her off her feet again.

Nesta stormed into the hall in a half done-up robe, rage in her tired eyes. “What’s all the noise at this ungodly hour?” She squinted her eyes, taking the two of them in. “Why are you both awake?” She demanded harshly. Feyre felt Elain jolt beneath her arm, Nesta’s sharp voice summoning her out of sleep.

Nesta’s keen eyes looked Feyre up and down. “Where are you going fully dressed before the sun is even up?”

There was no use hiding it from them. She might as well just tell them now that they were all here. She took a deep breath.

“I’m leaving.” She felt both sets of eyes settle on her, but she couldn't meet them as she spoke. “I left a letter for you both on my bed, but I am leaving this morning, and I don’t plan to return.” The words were soft in the buffered darkness of the hall. When she dared to look back up at them, she was met with their looks of concern, but not of surprise.

“Where will you go, Feyre?” Elain was the first to speak.

“I met someone, and he needs me. I cannot remain here while I know I could help him.”

“The man from the masquerade ball.” It was not a question, but Nesta did not speak it with malice either. Their eyes met. “I saw the way you looked at him. I’ve never seen you look at anyone that way.”

“How romantic,” Elain sighed while Feyre huffed in embarrassment. She never spoke to her sisters so openly.

“I always knew you weren’t meant for this place.” Nesta said it surely, but not unkindly. It did not have the sting of her taunts, but rather the solid determination once she’d made a decision and didn’t plan to change her mind. Feyre nodded, looking back and forth between them both.

“Be safe, Feyre.” Elain’s moved to embrace her, to Feyre’s shock. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d hugged each other, but she leaned into it. “We love you.” Feyre inhaled sharply when she felt Nesta join on the other side, her arm winding around Feyre’s back and pulling tightly.

“If you find your place out there, don’t come back here. We will be okay. Go find your place in the world, Feyre.” There was a flicker in her Nesta’s eyes as they pulled back then that Feyre might have mistaken for jealousy, but before she could fully note it, it was gone.

It was a better goodbye than she could have imagined, and she blinked her eyes against the tears stinging there. She held their words and the warmth of their embrace close to her chest, took a deep breath, and readied herself to go.

Feyre was not afraid of the woods in the dark–she knew the way.

The stars still glimmered above her, but she could see the beginnings of the pale rays of light starting to rise in the east. She could hear the movement of the creatures around her as she strode down the weathered forest path, but they avoided her. She knew they would be emerging from their dens and beginning their own morning foraging.

The walk invigorated her, her spirits already high after meeting with her sisters. She had not expected their support, and receiving it had lightened a weight she’d not even known was sitting on her heart.

As she came upon the outer edges of the town, she saw the bookshop in the distance and a pang went through her heart.

Vincent.

Even with the strange hour, Feyre was not surprised to find the lights in the small shop on and smoke steadily puffing out of the chimney. She had a few moments yet, so she decided to try the door. It opened easily despite the sign being flipped to “closed”, the familiar bell trilling above her as Vincent’s face popped up from behind the countertop, a broad, toothy grin filling his face as he took her in.

“Feyre, my dear! I wasn’t certain I would see you again. Come in, come in.” He waved her over.

She took a seat at the table closest to him, setting her bag down gently as he started putting a drink together. He always seemed to know what she wanted and needed on any given day, so she let him prepare her a special treat one last time.

“I had so hoped I would see you again.” He smiled at her over the machine, raising his voice a bit to combat the whirring sounds of the frother, the steam fogging his glasses. She inhaled deeply at the sweet tang of nutmeg, cinnamon, and ginger filling her nose. She knew what drink he was making, a rich drink with a spiced milk froth on top, and she loved it most of all.

“I would tell you what happened at Vilja’s, but I have a feeling you already know. That, and a great deal more than I could ever tell you.” She smiled at him, and the knowing smirk that spread across his face in response made her laugh. He poured the whip onto her coffee, twirling the cup to imprint details into the foam as he always did. He brought it over to her and took a seat, leaning back and sighing.

You already have all the resources you need. She did.

“You’ve always been different, Feyre. I had a good feeling. I just put some things in motion.” She looked down at the warm mug in her hands, finding three small stars in the foam, glancing up to find another conspiratorial look on Vincent’s face.

“What can you tell me?”

“A good deal more than Vilja, I would imagine.”

Vincent rose again to close the curtains around the shop as he continued to speak.

“As you know, long ago, there was a conflict between the humans and the fae. It culminated in a years-long uprising, and many lives were lost.” Feyre did know all about the war, ironically enough, almost entirely due to the books Vincent had hand-picked for her.

“The King of Hybern was a terrifying opponent, but no one was quite so terrifying as his general, Amarantha.” He lowered his voice to a whisper as he returned to the table, the chair creaking as he sat. “Jurian, the general of the human armies, knew the humans would not win without an advantage, so he threw all his efforts into seducing Amarantha’s sister, Clythia. And it worked; she fell deeply, irrevocably in love with him.”

“A fae?” Feyre couldn’t help her surprise.

“And a human. He bedded her, pretended to love her, got the information he needed about her and all the fae, and then killed her. Brutally.” The gasp from Feyre was audible. She knew in the war that the fae who fought for Hybern had been in the wrong, but the cruelty of what Jurian had done still stole the breath from her.

“Amarantha had bitten her tongue for her sister’s happiness, had let her choose her own course even if she disagreed because she loved her and wanted nothing more than to see her happy. So when Clythia was killed, not only was she plunged deeply into grief, she was furious.”

“But the war was won, wasn’t it?”

“Ah, Feyre, you’ve been doing your research!” He smiled at her, patting her hand across the table. “Yes, for centuries, the conflict was dormant, but Hybern and his circle were not. Amarantha never forgot, and she never forgave. She waited like the most patient of predators, inserting herself around Prythian and gaining the trust of the High Lords and their courts. She let that hatred and grief and cruelty simmer within her veins, and she became obsessed. Obsessed with revenge, with power, and with a young High Lord of Spring whose father she’d fought with in the war. It corrupted her, that obsession, and then, after garnering everyone’s trust, she decided she was done hiding.”

Vincent’s tone had changed, something sadder ringing hollow in it now. Feyre realized she hadn’t even sipped her coffee. She lifted the cooling mug, but even the rich spices tasted like ash on her tongue.

“Amarantha set up her rule in The Middle–remember the map I showed you?” Feyre nodded. “She modeled it after the Hewn City, the Court of Nightmares–that's in the Night Court. She created her own court of horrors Under the Mountain, and she lured the seven High Lord’s there under false pretenses and forcibly stole their powers, leaving them unable to fight back.”

“I didn’t know anyone was strong enough to take the High Lord’s powers?” She’d read about the High Lords and the different courts, the gifts of each. After she'd come in the previous night from the willow tree, she read up on them in one of her books from Vincent. Each High Lord in each court possessed a certain set of powers, handed down typically through generations in a family line. Feyre thought of the gifts Vilja had given her while she'd read, wondering how they’d manifest within her own body. How strong would they be contained within her human limitations?

There was shape shifting, freezing, fire, and even the terrifying ability to turn an entire army to mist. She shuddered at the thought. How could powers that intense possibly be stolen away?

“She took them through cunning, not through strength. She drugged them, declared herself the High Queen of Prythian, and they had no way to fight back.” Feyre felt mildly ill.

Was this who she was to fight for Rhys’ freedom? Was he one of the many fae whose High Lord had been trapped? Was he under this mountain, even now, as they spoke? What court did he belong to?

She realized how truly little she knew about this man, this male, that she was willing to risk so much for, but she couldn't quite explain it even to herself. Something about him compelled her. She grasped for the necklace.

Stars.

She'd bet he was of the Night Court, under that ruler who could turn people into a fine spray of mist and gore. Perhaps, if she freed them all, his High Lord would have mercy and allow her to live amongst them with Rhys. That is, if she even succeeded.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Vincent continuing on.

“Despite all of this, the High Lord of Spring, Tamlin, still refused her. He hadn’t been interested in her advances before, but once she’d displayed such horrid cruelty, he wanted nothing to do with her. He wasn't like his father, didn't favor owning human slaves, and he certainly didn't encourage her actions in Pryrhian. Naturally, this infuriated her even further, and she decided to entice the court of Spring there under the pretense of a party–a masquerade ball. She cursed them all, destined to wear their masks until Tamlin either gave in to her advances or otherwise completed an impossible task.”

“So that’s why Vilja…”

“Yes, she was a member of the Spring Court. She’d lived there for centuries, watched all of the history unfold in front of her, and then she fled once the curse ran across the land.”

“What exactly is the curse?”

“Since Tamlin refused to love her the way she wanted because of her cruelty against humans, she gave him five decades to find a human woman, one who hated the fae, and make her fall in love with him.”

Horrid. Cruel. Impossible.

Feyre wondered how, even with powers, she would ever be able to combat this sort of power - this sort of rage and vengeance.

“I assume he was not able to do so?” Vincent shook his head.

“Not yet, at least.” And a gripping terror moved through Feyre.

“I’m not…I’m surely not meant to–”

“No, no, Feyre.” Vincent sat up in his chair. “The Lord of Spring is not the one who you seek.” She could have slumped with relief, but then the confusion washed over her again.

“If I’m not the human to set them free, why go to all this trouble to help me get there?”

“I had a feeling when I met you that you might be special. You’ve done nothing but prove it to me since. Things have already been set in motion that cannot be stopped, and you will be instrumental in carrying out any possible future where everyone is free.”

Free. Rhys would be free.

A thought occurred to Feyre then, and she was shocked she hadn't thought it sooner. “How do you know so much about all this?”

“Things aren’t always as they seem, dear Feyre.” And in the briefest of moments, enough that it could have been a shift of the light, Vincent’s ears grew pointed. Feyre blinked hard once, again. And Vincent met her with a mischievous grin.

“This whole time?”

His smile was one of pride. “My Melusine refused to bow to that witch. She ran messages to the High Lords trapped within and the fae on the outside. I worried for her, of course. But she was a force. When the magic was lost, we were outside of our home, and when the wards fell, we could never re-enter. We made our home here, in the human lands, but my Mel made the most of her time. She saved countless lives before she…” He let his words drift off as he looked to the windows. “Before she was caught.”

“Is she trapped beneath the mountain too?” Vincent sighed and closed his eyes, and Feyre knew she was not.

“She was killed, just a few years after the curse fell over Spring. She was sneaking fae children out of Summer to go hide on the continent. The children made it to the boat, but she did not.”

There might as well have been a knife stabbed clear through Feyre’s heart.

“You remind me of her. She would have adored you.” The knife twisted. “You have a chance to save the one you love, your Rhysand.” She supposed she should have been shocked that Vincent knew his name, but she wasn’t.

She took both of Vincent’s weathered hands in her own. “I will not let you down. I will do everything I can to free them.” His eyes, blue as a summer sky after a storm, roved over her face, filled with hope and pride and affection, and it nearly bowled her over.

“We never had children of our own, but I think I would have been so proud if you were my daughter, Feyre. I am proud of you now. You will do great things in this world, and you’ll always have a little bookstore on the edge of the woods to come back to.”

The words broke open something, an almost audible crack racing through Feyre’s chest as he squeezed her hands. He looked out to the rapidly brightening sky, then back to her. “Time to go now, dear.”

The two stood from the table, and she followed his steps to the familiar front of the shop. She’d miss this, this normalcy she’d found for herself, but she was ready. He opened the door, took both her hands again, and turned to face her, the emotion nearly pouring from his eyes.

“Good luck, Feyre. Be strong, even when it seems impossible, and bring them home.” She leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Goodbye, Vincent. And thank you.” When she straightened in the doorway, she could see Vilja on the edge of the woods nearby, looking every bit as though she belonged within the landscape like some strange yet lovely oil painting.

She turned to go and found Vincent lifting a hand in greeting to Vilja, who grinned like a banshee while waving emphatically back. Again, Feyre probably should have been surprised to find they were old friends, but she couldn’t find it within herself to muster the shock.

Instead, she took one step then another towards Vilja, towards the woods, towards her future.

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[tam-and-her-bullcraps]

~ Introduction/Masterpost ~

Hello- My name is Tam but I also go by Rua! I'm an artist and I also enjoy writing. I'm a big ol' fantasy and basically anything mythical or creative lover- This blog is literally just the wish version of my main blog @tamaruaart

Yeah that's all lol don't expect good posts just reblogs/srbs, doodles, rambles or writing thingies.

Current hyperfixations:

-Greek Mythology (Hades, EPIC: The Musical, Paris: The Musical, The Odyssey and Iliad in general and just Greek myth in general!)

-Lego Monkie Kid (Jin and Yin mean the world to me- I'm also very interested in OSP's JTTW series.)

-The Prince of Egypt (One of my favorite movies man)

-The Great Comet of 1812 (I would die for Sonya and Pierre-)

-Wolfwalkers (It's so underrated please watch wolfwalkers)

-Hamilton ( 🎶 ~ No one else was in the room where it happened, the room where it happened ~ 🎶)

-Blood Meridian (The kid ,,, I just wanna take him to a carnival and give him hot chocolate >:'( Fuck you judge. All my homies hate the judge.)

-Dante's Inferno (I think it's really interesting, I'm planning on listening to the audiobook soon!)

-Cookie Run Kingdom (Star Coral Cookie, Sherbet Cookie and HollyBerry Cookie my beloveds...)

-Slavic Mythology (VESNA <333)

-Something Rotten (William Shakespeare my beloved)

Other Stuff:

I don't have many rules besides don't bring up topics/irl issues non relevant to what I post- Also no homophobia, transphobia, sexism (That includes sexism against men and trans men too) and racism.

Of course dark humor is allowed just don't go too far-

You can go to my main blog to see more rules but in short just don't be a dick. I speak both English and Croatian (ĐE STE HRVATI MOJI!? WOOOO) and I'm a demigirl (She/They), Asexual and bicurious.

THIS IS A SAFE SPACE! WE SUPPORT OUR QUEER BRETHREN!

Also I'm a minor so no weridoes please thanks-

Favorite Ships (I know this is random but let me have this-):

ODYPENODYPENODYPENODYPENODYPENODYPENODYPEN

Also CTIMENE AND EURYLOCHUS CTIMENE AND EURYLOCHUS CTIMENE AND EURYLOCHUS

and and and ANDROMACHE HECTOR ANDROMACHE HECTOR

AND AND AND AND PATROCHILLES PATROCHILLESSSSS PATROCHILLES

ALSO NAUSIKAA AND TELEMACHUS ARE CUTE I LOVE THEM

Also EPIC!Perimedes x EPIC!Elpenor are kinda cute ,,, Just saying ,,, cough

AND and AND AND AND MENELAUS AND HELEN MENELAUS AND HELEN MENELAUS AND HELEN (Paris, ily, but fuck off)

FELLOW TELEGONUS AND TELEGONY HATERS RAISE YOUR HANDS 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

Bro tried to be a Neoptolemus tragic ass character so bad and fumbled.

And you're telling me Penelope marries this kid?? NOT ON MY WATCH BESTIE- Also Kirke and Telemachus? Falling in love? No <3

I won't be posting much of my Lego Monkie OCs here. But if you'd like to see them you can check out my main blog :D

They consist of a Celestial Witch named Zhaoyan "Zhao" (My favorite child), an Anxious Flower Spirit named Quanshui/Quánshuǐ and a rather carefree Jade Messenger and Moon Spirit named Yueliang "Yue"~ If you'd like to know more about these sillies I frequently post about them on my main blog!

And yeah, that's all- Feel free to stick by if you want to! :D Live Laugh Hermes <33

(I love every iteration of this man istg it's a problem)

[nahahha]

BLUE LOCK BOYZ AS MY FAVORITE SONGS WITH BAD REASONS

(because i believe because I have good taste)

Benadryl Dreams by Soccer Mommy

AS SEISHIRO NAGI

You can't convince me to NOT think that he sometimes look at Reo and smile when he doesn't look at him.

I live for whipped Seishiro.

Very calm n soft.

Shouldve been me by Mitski

AS RIN ITOSHI

He is legitimately jealous of Isagi.

He put him to shame in front of everyone AND his brother.

I know that feeling, and it's also the same feeling in this music (#iemosad).

Borderline by Tame Impala

AS YOICHI ISAGI

Because the man on the field isN'T the same little guy off it.

I mean, he can't get away from Blue Lock now, he's stuck.

I actually... Don't like Isagi, at all, i don't even know why i gave him a song. Bitch.

Fucking Boyfriend by the bird and the bee

AS MEGURU BACHIRA

Because there is ''bee'' in the singers name.

I just think that he could listen to it while thinking to his lover(s).

JUST LET HIM DREAM OF HIS CHARMING PRINCE(SS).

Bloody witch by Bloodwitch

AS MICHAEL KAISER

Looks like an incantation.

Kaiser comes straight from hell.

Anyways thanks you ''i'm not ok with this'' and f Netflix.

Pop Music by Lilac Boy

AS JYUBEI ARYU

I mean..

We don't know what religion he's part of but if he was into hellenism, he would certainly be a Aphrodite person.

Him fixing his makeup while vibing on this song.

Clownfucker by James Roach w Toby Fox

AS IGARASHI GURIMU

Even the autor admit it, he is a fucking clown.

I was hesitating with GHOST by nelward.

This song is... bouncy and goofy. Like him.

I don't understand why people hate this poor baby.

I'm not appart of the Homestuck fandom sorry (askip la musique en fesait partit) but i'm vibing.

Ramen Waitress by High Sunn

As Gin Gagamaru

I can see him sing with ''la-la-la-la-la''

This boy love to eat.

And I love this boy.

IFHY by Tyler The Creator w Phrarrell

AS ALEXIS NESS

Do I really have to explain this one ?

Passive-agressive little silly guy hihi. (i'm too)

That new dude with an attitude IS Yoichi.

Alice is Michael.

Stalking w his ''Emperor'' on Isagi in the canon so he could do it alone on Kaiser

''God chosen emperor'' falls from the Sky.

I have too much to say.

(and I'm sorry if it's a red flag but it really is one of my favorite Tyler songs and i really love Alexis too)

I Love My Boyfriend by Princess Chelsea

AS HYOMA CHIGIRI

Because the singer has a ''princess'' in their nickname.

It could be his voice.

Very calm, Listen to this in a field of flowers or while taking a walk>>>. (I only leave home to go to school, pls befriend me)

Elvis by Noble Son

AS NIJIRE NANASE

Did you listen to the song ?

It's so cute and sweet.

I'm diying.

I can imagine him singing the littles ''wu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh'' ARHHH.

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

AS ASAHI NARUHAYA

Because he is broke (but not as much as Lorenzo homeless ass).

If only he had won.. Looks like big sister has to sell your little brother (idk what i'm saying but bro is going to the Deep web).

666 by Loverboyrando

AS RYUSEI SHIDOU

Because he is the devil in disguise.

I love it and I love this song, it's just logic.

Kiss my ass. (Sorry but i like to be random.. anyway, he is too sooo-)

Baby Tonight by Black Polish

AS RENSUKE KUNIGAMI

Just him being rejected by someone for his "scary" look and bad fashion sense.

I personally think that that person is Hyoma.

The third verse is post WildCard.

I.. really love him now. I mean, he isa bit more interesting, now i want to see his little sister react.

Mary by Alex G

AS YO HIORI

Mary is Yo.

That's all i have to say.

I like to think that Alex G would be Karasu, not because i ship them but because he is the only one to talk to him personally, like, not about football and read him deeper than his techniques. Or maybe I can't read and I don't understand the texts.

He is Real and I am Not.

WOMB by Melanie Martinez

AS RANZE KURONA

The whole album is in his vibe, I think.

I have no arguments, I just see him dancing with his hands and turning to this music.

If it was part of the solar system, it would surely be the moon or mercury. Just saying

Get by, I'm not your mother.

This is the first time I've seen a character or medium have my birthday (September 6, don't forget). Plus it's one of my favorite works.When I found out, it brightened my day (+ he likes to braid his hair like me (I like doing twists) and his favorite animal is the shark like me, I was about to cry).

Twilight by bôa

AS REO MIKAGE

I'm sure he hasn't recovered from his breakup.

Disappointment and hate can't go away so easily and I know it (I'm a poet, pls someone sign me up, i need money).

BEAUTIFULL MONSTER by STAYC

AS SAE ITOSHI

Because he is Pretty .

And he is a Monster.

Rin was and is still a kid.

I'm disapointed but not surprised by this event .

Pretty lashes tho

And he agreed to change his mind by accepting the u-20 match, maybe he will start to change (chapter 345, no clickbait).

Peur de la mort by Hunter

AS TABITO KARASU

Yes, i'm French hihihi.

I just think that he is in this vibe.

Like , look at the lyricsss, it fit him!!

Anyways you CAN Say that he rap in his bedroom when he is alone. Even if he sound like a dying hippopotamus.

Thinks he's cool and mysterious when he's just one of those cringe bnha Cosplayer (no offense, I'm a fan too ok).

Don't Wanna Fall In Love by KYLE

AS EITA OTOYA

Because this pretty boy has bitches that i don't AND he didn't really like them.

I could call him fuckboy but i don't because i have respect. peace.

He is at least a playboy (by canon)

If his Soundcloud rap was popping.

[amywhereyouwant]

Some TOH HCs I wanted to share

There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience

Luz

-Uses She/They pronouns

-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly

-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant

-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one

-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King

-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer

-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it

-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm 

-Hates baking

-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)

-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since

-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them

-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about

-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed

Amity

-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them

-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas

-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever

-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)

-Likes to bake

-Does not know how to bake

-Gets sick constantly

-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)

-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)

-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz

-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer

Gus

-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate

-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending

-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death

-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim

-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular

-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes

-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created

-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone

-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion

-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)

-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie

Hunter

-LOVES Dino Nuggies

-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)

-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower

-Definitely has a Fursona

-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)

-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”

-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest

-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt

-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made

-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band

-Has Epilepsy

-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes

-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)

-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox

-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)

-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)

-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience

-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally

-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do

-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams

Willow

-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)

-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why

-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while

-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary

-Has no real idol/role model

-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests

-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt

-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant

-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house

-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society

-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)

Vee

-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays

-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though

-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect

-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time

-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world

-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways

-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)

-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)

-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)

-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good

-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her

I have no idea why I made this

[carcrash429]

HI you read the circle of magic books??? I am so excited I love that series (although haven't read them for quite a while)

YESSSSSSS I love that series

HONESTLY everything by Tamora Pierce lmao all of it was so so so formative for me

she does SUCH a good job at portraying people who just go absolutely "FUCK society's expectations I am going to be my best authentic self" and it's SO inspiring and gratifying

Like Okay, Sandry - -constantly treated like she should be a delicate flower noble and instead uses her nobility to stand up for people she cares about LITERALLY starting like the first time we see her?? where she's like hey Daja I know everyone else is a racist asshole here, how about we be friends -called a stitch witch derogatorily and then OWNS it like "Yeah I do magic with stitching WHAT ABOUT IT" and then uses those same skills to do absolutely UNPRECEDENTED magic things -Genuinely wants to just help, CALLS IT "JUST HELPING" WHEN SHE'S BASICALLY RUNNING A KINGDOM FOR HER UNCLE Briar - -legit the little scene where he decides his name?? Briar to be outwardly tough and then MOSS BECAUSE SECRETLY HE'S A SOFTIE even though he pretends otherwise for at least like the whole first couple of books lmao -uses his "street urchin" skills for extreme good, liberating a dying plant cause he could feel it was sick, maintains contact with the girl that ends up sick and works himself to the bone trying to keep her from dying 😭 -goes through a FUCKING WAR comes out the otherside with serious PTSD and STILL shows SO MUCH compassion and empathy for Zhergorz and Tris when other people are like wtf Daja - -loses her whole family, horrifically, loses her whole PEOPLE, devastatingly, somehow does NOT give up goes on does her thing becomes an absolute LEGEND to those same people who outcast her -probably ALSO has PTSD from that whole thing where she made a thing that someone she cared about used to hurt people 🙃🙃🙃 yet never stops CARING: see again, Zhegorz (a legend in his own right, but this is already a long ass rant and I'm sticking to the main 4) -falls in love stays in love GIVES UP THAT RELATIONSHIP to stay true to herself and her morals and her family TRIS - (Probably my favorite although it's close between her and Briar and ESPECIALLY the way they complement and reflect pieces of each other is so so so cool) - has a fucking TEMPER and I love her for it because she's fucking RIGHT like 90% of the time go off girl - got bounced around her family 💔 got betrayed by her family 💔 makes her OWN family dammit and cares about them when by all right she could've just hardened her heart (see reflecting briar in being outwardly tough and inwardly a softie) - is so SO absolutely powerful and REFUSES to contradict her morals and use her power for what "people" think she "should" use it for and plans to just get a regular medallion and do regular magic - ALSO has PTSD from the fucking pirates and their slaves that she smashed to absolute smithereens please someone give these kids A BREAK

oh my god I could go on for ages lmao thank you for this ask honestly if you have the time the books are Well worth a reread, especially the Circle Opens and Will of the Empress imo

wait shit I almost forgot to mention:

not only does she show all of these people being amazing and incredible

BUT ALSO

THEY ALL MAKE MISTAKES

THEY FUCK UP

and then they realize, or someone calls them out, and they apologize and/or *change* and get better

Like DAMN that just feel refreshing you know??

[madrabit]

for the fic ask game: 🍈🥝🍍

Heho 💖 thank you for the ask! ☺️

For everyone else feel free to also send me some fruits 🍏🍒🍑🥭 ✨️

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions. 

To preface this, I love all the boys. They're all very cute/adorable/hot/attractive (take your pick), and they all are amazing musicians and very, very talented! But I think I do let my bias show a lot, so it would come to no surprise when I say my fav is Bojan. (I’m basic ik, but have you looked at his big ass puppy eyes?) 

If you read my fics, you might already guess what this is going to entail. I generally love that he's absolutely tiny next to the others (I’m sure he hates that fact, but it’s cute and him being pocket sized makes it so much funnier, sorry, puppy boi, you're three blueberries stacked on top of each other, I don't make the rules and neither do you). But that’s not a headcanon right?

So yeah, some headcanons I love are writing about him whining and whimpering and begging. He's a vocal boi, so it just makes sense to me.

We also all know about his little naps, and one of my headcanons is him just dropping immediately once he goes tired, idk, it's just very cute, I think. 

One of my absolute fav headcanons is him loving to get manhandled, but once again, we've seen him enjoy being pushed around, so is that really a headcanon or is it just… him?

There are probably a lot more and I think I unintentionally keep bringing up the same things in my fics, if you have any questions about that, feels free to ask some more 😊☺️

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Ohhhh, that's interesting, ngl. I like writing a lot of different things and I like reading a thousand things more… but I think my favorite trope to write atm might be friends to lovers, sharing one bed, tour bus is also quiet nice (and very JO focused 😂).

I also tend to like a lot of smutty tropes, like biting and hair pulling, but idk if we then go over into the kink side of the tags and less trope-y 😅

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with? 

Usually I really like most AUs! It all depends on how it's portrayed and if I like the author or not. But generally I really enjoy supernatural AUs, like Vampires, witches and demons and stuff, but I also am really font of a good dæmon fic (I love the concept of having a little animal companion that is literally your soul, reminds me of familiars of witches and I love that). 

I do also enjoy a nice sports AU if it's not too focused on the sport and makes me read about matches and rules and an accurate paragraph long description of technical gameplay, if I want to read a rulebook I can watch a yt tutorial or google. I also like a good f1 AU.

The classical ones like College AU and Coffee shop, tattoo parlor/flower shop are also so nice to read and always make me happy! 

So there is generally no AU I could say I have beef with from the top of my mind… ohhhhh, okay, no, there is one! 

I don't really enjoy Space AUs… like… the funky Guardians of the Galaxy types or Star Wars or Star Trek are nice and fine. It's space horror that freaks me out, when ppl get lost in space and have to either survive or die alone in the middle of nothing. That might also have to be connected to my dislike of cosmic horror that happens in space (like the Alien movies, which I don't dislike, but just can't appreciate the way other ppl can). If it's like… Alien invasion and it happens on earth its different tho, then it's funky and fun again.

Space is incredibly beautiful and I'm so fascinated by planets, the milky way and solar systems and all the Star signs and constellations, but at the same time I just think I don't like the vastness of it as well as the sheer nothingness and the ominous nature of it all. Maybe it's also just existential dread I feel when I think of it, but I just am not having a good time when I'm being anxious, so yeah 😅

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

alright hi :))

this is a continuation of the one that didn't get finished cause of glitches 😒😒 idk what i typed 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️ so here's what i THINK i typed and then some.

• im a girl gemini (diabolically cursed x5) with curly hair that's black at the roots (and then some) and dark purple at the bottom. i have dark brown eyes and im about 5'6 and i have brown skin ! im latina so im just a smidge lighter than johnny :))

• i don't have a personality because i have too many interests and different views with everything. id like to think i'm a combination of everyone and everything i find cool and interesting. which of course means i have a WIDE variety of topics in my head. i love to see the point of view from multiple people and i don't stick to just one overall opinion with things. i'm pretty indecisive but once i have a firm stance on something (like absolutely NO pineapple or mushrooms on pizza) then it's pretty hard to sway me.

• I LOVE MUSIC 🗣️🗣️🗣️🫦🗣️ i want to inject it into my soul and become one with the sound waves....but i seriously love music 💿 i have tons of cds and i caved and got spotify premium because i can't live with the ads 💔💔 i also LOVE to read and write, it's been an outlet since i was a kid so.

• i also don't have a style. like i said, i have a lot of interests and i tend to always try to let everyone know that at all times (im insufferable and pretentious unfortunately) so i'm constantly mixing it up. downtown girl meets david bowie new wave ??? check. whimsical gothic witch that listens to stevie nicks ???? check. 70's almost famous, dazed and confused wannabe ??? check. twee eternal sunshine jessica day meets juno and romana flowers ??? check. I DOMT HAVE ONE AESTHETIC 🗣️🗣️ I JUST DRESS LIKE ME AND HOPE FOR THE BEST 🗣️🗣️🗣️

• i'm not sure what my love language is ??? id assume in a healthy relationship you'd have a generous balance between all of them but idk 🤷‍♀️ leaning more into some though id def say words of affirmation and physical touch but ONLY with a romantic partner. idk why but any other kind of physical intimacy with another person just feels very weird to me and i don't like it. i always do find myself daydreaming though and wishing for affection like that from a partner so yeah 🤷‍♀️

• i slip up sometimes and call people terms of endearment 😞 i try not to cause ik some people don't like that but i always say "baby, honey, and sweetheart". sometimes i use them jokingly but i also just say them as filler tbh

• i'm not the kinda of person to go up to you and strike a conversation but if someone came up to me i wouldn't turn them away immediately. i tend to have a pretty good understanding of peoples vibes so i'd like to think i can tell when someone's being disingenuous. i'm shy at times but that's not my whole trait cause once i get comfortable you are in for JOKES AND JOKES AND JOKES 🐺🐺 i don't take myself seriously very often and i like to try and make other people comfortable around me and what better why to do that than humor :) !!! i'm don't think i'm insanely funny, i just laugh at my own jokes and hope for the best 😞 i laugh a lot and i have a loud laugh 🤬 i try to tone it down though cause i get started at a lot and my overthinking ass can NOT handle that PLEASE DONT PERCEIVE ME

• once we're locked in 🤞as friends or whatever i'm LOYAL😍 someone talking bs ??? not round me partner. not. around. me. 🐺🐺 im not the confrontational type at ALL but i am fiercely defensive over people i care about so if duty calls, i must attend. (im literally batman.)

• one of my go to signature scents is lavender honey and wild fig. do with that what you will 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

OK I THINK THATS ALL SORRY IF ITS A LOT THANK YOU

(note: the format might be weird cause it is NOT letting me type in peace 😭)

Oh buddy, I think Johnny would be obsessed with you. He loves your never changing style, he can't wait to see what you've got going whenever you guys are together. He offers to help touch up your hair too, if that's something you're interested in- your terms of endearment are more than alright with Johnnycake, everytime you call him one, the butterflies in his stomach go bonkahs

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I love how perfect this table runner works as an alternative to a simple altar cloth.

The Cernunnos statue (says Herne, but the statue depicts one of the ways Cernunnos looks like to me) was a gift to me from my husband. Hel, The Morrigan, and Frigg are all by @torque-witch and I highly recommend going to their profile and checking out their shop.

The item in the middle behind the candle was given to me as part of a pagan trade. It's what served as a visual for The Morrigan before I was able to afford to commission @torque-witch for the large statue. It has moss, a tiny jar of holly, another of mugwort, and this little pentagon shaped thing that looks like cork but smells amazing. The box smells like autumn, and I love it.

Autumn is my favorite season. The colors, the smells, the rain, and the flavors of the season all make me so happy. Winter is my second favorite because allergies are gone. I love snow and how it makes the world quiet, but now I live in an area that rarely gets snow. Instead, we have a wet season. Rain makes the world quiet as well, but it also makes for a very humid environment. Cold and humid is uncomfortable, but preferable to bone dry and hot af.

I'm a devotee of Cernunnos and The Morrigan. They appeared on my life when I was very young, and have helped me in ways I cannot convey through words. Both became quiet for a few months back in 2018, which had me baffled. That's when Hel made her presence known. Shortly thereafter, she introduced me to Frigg. In 2020, Freyja showed up as well. Odin tried to be part of my life, and got pushy when I told him to fuck off. Sooooo the Ladies hauled his ass out of my home, banished him from ever bothering me unless I invite him, and it was The Morrigan who got him to stfu. Cernunnos basically sat back with a bowl of popcorn and watched.

It was The Morrigan who has helped me with most of my mental health, especially when I was self-harming. I wrote a poem about it, and she absolutely loves poetry. She took the blades and replaced them with flowers, and helped me see myself as a person instead of as damaged goods. She helped me find my spine and stand up for myself. She helped me find courage and feel safe as myself for myself.

Cernunnos has helped me with my physical health, most especially when my seizures got bad. He has helped me with recovering from when I was raped, giving me the gentle hand and safe arms when I needed them. I firmly believe it was he who guided my husband to me, with a gentle nudge to come through my lane when I was a cashier at a grocery store. Cernunnos was also the one to introduce me to tarot and oracle cards, and helped me learn to hear and feel the messages they were trying to convey. He's also the one I sense most when gardening, or walking on the various trails here, and most especially near water and forests.

Frigg and Freyja are still very new, so not a lot to say there. They are two very distinct deities to me, though some experience them as one deity. Both looooove my quilts, especially the handquilting. Frigg favors earthtones, Freyja prefers rich bright colors, but both agree prints are the best. When Jasper died last year, a rainbow appeared over the vet clinic. That very night, he and Freyja appeared in a dream. He thanked us for a wonderful life, that he loves us, and said his final goodbyes. Freyja made it clear he would be at rest for as long as he likes in a safe place specifically made for cats, and they walked away together. When I told my husband, he said he had the same dream. Though he is Buddhist, he made an offering of thanks to her.

I work with all of them, and every season I set the altar up anew. Making devotional items is one of the ways I connect with all of them. It's also why I love making table runners and mini quilts. Several fellow pagans/witches have commissioned me over the years for these things, and it's wonderful. If you want something made by me, keep an eye on my shop. Commissions are open for a limited time, from April to August, so I can make seasonal items and whatever else I desire. I rarely overwork myself because the disappointment from the deities, the various spirits I work with, and my ancestors, is enough to make me sit my ass down and do something else entirely. Because they love me.

[mecheye]

Okie dokie! Thank you so much for answering my ask too, it was fun to read!

Soooo now I’m suddenly curious. Now that we are on the topic of Witches, what do you think of Homulilly? (And her familiars too if you want, especially the Clara Dolls. I love them 😭)

I'm going to be honest and say I have NO IDEA what the deal is with the Clara Dolls!

I know they are part of Homura's menageries of familiars and I was curious to get some information on them from the movie, but they weren't really introduced at any point or referenced by name so I have zero idea what to make of them or what their real purpose was. I do admit that they were pretty cute and rather playful! Which seems to be a contrast to most other familiars in the show.

The other day I reblogged a thing where it was hypothesized that each doll represented one of Homura's timelines. Which would set the number of times she re-did everything to 14 or 15. Which is a lot less than what we heard prior, but it was also stated in the same post that the Karmic growth of Madoka grew exponentially per repeat instead of linear (so instead of 15 do-overs equaling Madoka's power being multiplied by 15x, it would instead be multiplied by 16'384x)

Whether or not that is true or not is HIGHLY debatable, but it was a compelling argument.

I also read on here at one point that the creature rowing the boat in the river was also one of Homura's familiars. I'm not sure what that is supposed to represent either or why it looked different than the Clara dolls. The rules behind all this eldritch nonsense is ill-defined at best, but honestly that's what makes all these creatures so compelling - To an outside viewer without 100 hours of rigorous research into it, there really doesn't really seem to BE any rules regarding how a witch and its familiars is related to the magical girl it spawns from. Its that innate sense of weirdness and surrealism that adds another layer of wonder to the show that keeps people thinking about it long after they finished watching it.

As for Homulily herself? I didn't get to see her design that much since I uhhh couldn't see clearly at the time. But from what Ive seen in various artistic depictions its a really gnarly.

I'm ... not going to pretend I know what ALL the symbolism is. That's not my wheelhouse. But the idea of a skeletal being with flowers coming out its head is wild and freaks me out a bit.

Spider Lilies are not simple flowers. Taking the entire flowering head as a whole instead of a complex series of individual florets gives it a rather alien and otherworldly appearance. But they have deep symbolism regarding martyrdom in Buddhist culture, which is pretty much what Homura was trying to do at that time. Taking this at face value then the restraints can also be explained as a symbol of martyrdom. The flailing blue arms were a great touch. There is a lot of internal conflict in Homura's mind on what she actually wants to do. Its very tragic I'm not sure what the deal was with the silly ass-trumpet. That one escapes me.

All in all, flowers growing out of someones head makes for some low-impact but still rather potent body horror. I'm no stranger to body horror, but that image still weirds me out quite a bit

[cockslutpadalecki]

For your challenge...

12. Sam Winchester. Praise kink.

Please and thank you.

And also congratulations on your massive milestone, Lisa!!

Much Love,

@thinkinghardhardlythinking x

Sammy’s Big Cock

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader.

Words: 329.

Warnings: size kink (ish), praise kink, female/male masturbation, explicit sexual content, 18+.

A/N: We all know Sam is well endowed, this just reaffirms the headcanon. I hope this lives up to your expectation, Sai. And let me just explain about the title; I put that as a joke while writing it but @deanwanddamons​ told me I had to keep it so... it gets the point across though, doesn’t it? Betas: @princessmisery666 and @deanwanddamons but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.

Sam Winchester is a behemoth of a man— a Herculean statue carved from pure marble, every ridge and divot of his muscles sculpted to within an inch of perfection, taking time and care to smooth out any imperfections. The Gods gifted him with every attribute you daydreamed of as a horny teenager, but no amount of dry humping and over-the-trouser action could’ve truly prepared you for the size of his cock.

Just the thought of trying to get him to fit inside you makes heat coil in your belly— enjoying every slick inch that opens you up like a flower, all while Sam praises you for being his good little girl, peppering soft kisses across your collarbone and into the juncture of your neck, until desperation takes over and he’s licking his tongue along the seam of your lips before capturing them in rough open-mouthed kisses as you feel his hips meet your ass with a deep groan.

You can feel that familiar warmth right now, making your pussy lips damp as you watch Sam kneeling between your thighs, leisurely pumping his shaft, while breathy little moans tumble from his parted mouth.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” Sam reminds you softly, sliding his spare hand up your thigh. “You were so good letting me put it all in last time baby,” he adds, smirking as two of his thick fingers quickly breach your heat and you let out a throaty gasp. “Look at this greedy little pussy sucking me in.”

“Fuck, oh god, I know, but it’s just s-so… big,” you admit breathlessly, looking up at him through thick lashes, your cheeks hot under the intensity of his stare. “Sometimes it hurts.”

He lets out a small laugh at the compliment as he crooks his fingers inside you, relishing in the whine that leaves your throat and the quick arch of your back. “Then I better spend some time getting you really fucking wet, shouldn’t I?”

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[the-butch-of-blaviken]

Keira :3c

Thank you for the ask friend <33 and for the opportunity to rant about Keira :3

my general perception of them

The thing with a good deal of female characters from the witcher franchise is that their writing is so laced with misogyny that you have to grit your teeth through some of it until you get to the good part. I used to dislike Keira during my first TW3 playthrough (which was my first exposure to the witcher franchise) because i didn't like how she took advantage of Geralt and how #girlboss she was portrayed. Now, funnily enough, i love her for the same reasons that used to make her disagreeable to me. She's ambitious and she won't apologize for it; she's already sacrificed a lot to get what she wants or where she wants to be and she's ready to sacrifice even more; she's bossy, she's straightforward, she's not worried about getting her hands dirty to do what needs to be done (although she will complain about it beforehand). She's a magic user who has brass knuckles and she punches people with it, for god's sake. How could I not immediatly stan her

But that doesn't aleniate her from femininity either? Because a big part of her character and her personality is being a Woman in a very traditional sense of the word and presenting as such, but unlike a lot of female characters written by men, in her case, it goes full circle and produces a character who is hyperaware of her gender and how to perform it, and she plays with it in a way i want to call queer. Like. She's the most trans cis woman i've ever seen. I remember once you said she reminded you of a drag queen and i think that's a great comparison!

I also love how hard she's leaning into the country witch/cottagecore aesthetic but loathes everything about nature after her stay in Velen. I especially love her TW3 gwent card for that reason because it goes even harder than her game model, what with the flower crown, all the ribbons and accessories, girl how can you even breathe with all those necklaces. She probably uses insecticide whenever she sees so much as an ant indoors. She's so funny. Area woman born and bred in NYC forced to open her clinic in the most backwater town of the Midwest, hates every second of it.

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact

It's not really a "fun" fact but during my first playthrough, i chose all the wrong dialogue options when Geralt confronts her after she got Alexander's notes, made her angry and had to kill her. When it was done, i tried to go back but saw my last save was from 15 minutes ago, shrugged and kept going. I still feel bad to this day.

(Of course i treated her like a princess in all my other playthroughs)

music i associate with them (if any)

I got to see Florence + The Machine live last Monday so right now my first thought is "King," in regards to her ambition and what she's ready to sacrifice in terms of her personal life and her loved ones to achieve it. She's not planning on becoming anyone's mother or wife, she has plans of her own, and that doesn't take anything away from her femininity. (Also, Keira Metz is very Florence Welch-core.)

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight

She's got magic powers and brass knuckles. I think it's safe to say that she'd thoroughly kick my ass

[yeoldontknow]

WIP tag game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. (you can make your own post or reblog this one!)

tagged by the lovely @kookdiaries to do this fun wip game! thank you my love

im really about to show my ass with this here. is there a reason to have this many wips? no. but do i have them? yeah. i do. and i love them like theyre all my children TT anyway. come journey inside my notion and see what its like to be in my head for a little.

tagging: @jamaisjoons @yoonia @inkedtae @opaljm @kth1 @jeonjcngkook @amourtae @xjoonchildx @kyungseokie @jimilter @ressjeon @miscelunaaa @readyplayerhobi @kithtaehyung @taegularities @augustbutwinter @writtenwhalien @joheunsaram and anyone else who wants to do this. i know there are so many more people i want to tag but i havent seen them on my dash lately and i dont know if they changed URLS. im still playing catch up after being away for months so if you see this and you want to play just say i tagged you i am so so sorry for not knowing who anyone is anymore lmao 

and also. no one wants me to tag as many people as i have wips. when you see the amount you will understand.

WIPS - broken out by group and then member:

EXO ⁂ Junmyeon ⇀ An Abundance of Time ⇀ Silk City

⁂ Yixing ⇀ Joyride & Finesse  ⇀ Heretic

⁂ Baekhyun ⇀ Revenant

⁂ Chanyeol ⇀ Hero ⇀ Time Runner ⇀ As Still As Sound ⇀ Back To The Stars ⇀ Lupus Dei ⇀ Ouroboros ⇀ The Last Room In Paris ⇀ It Was The Night ⇀ Like Lightning ⇀ Beta Test ⇀ We Are Not Beasts ⇀ Ink Stains ⇀ You’ve Seen The Devil ⇀ In His Graces ⇀ A Lover’s Feast ⇀ First Time Caller

⁂ Kyungsoo ⇀ Appetite ⇀ Murmurations ⇀ In The Mood For Love

⁂ Sehun ⇀ Little Moons

BTS ⁂ Namjoon ⇀ Caine’s Finest Children ⇀ Kissing Vermilion ⇀ A Decent Happiness ⇀ Rhimdarr ⇀ Flowers On Wednesday ⇀ Midnight Connection ⇀ Debrief ⇀ My Love Is The Moon

⁂ Seokjin ⇀ Magnificat ⇀ The Vanishing

⁂ Yoongi ⇀ Leashed Demons

⁂ Hoseok ⇀ Your Emotions Are Imitations ⇀ Doomsick ⇀ Ala Morn ⇀ That New Hunger ⇀ Dies Irae ⇀ Meant To Be Yours ⇀ Manner of Man ⇀ Bone Taker ⇀ Second Skin ⇀ Vulgar & Divine ⇀ Casting Off ⇀ The Witch & The Wolf

⁂ Taehyung ⇀ Summoning Circles

⁂ Jungkook ⇀ 8:50AM

TVXQ ⁂ Yunho ⇀ The 16:50 Express

Stray Kids ⁂ Bang Chan ⇀ Vena Sera ⇀ A Taste Of You

⁂ Hyunjin ⇀ Collusive Perverson

[an-oc-machine]

Totally not copying @moonbaycitizens because I saw a friend reblpg their post /sarc

Anyways thanks for the idea! :D

Here’s what my ocs would wear for Halloween!

Vampire universe

Kame - probably a costume based off of a corny ass pun (Ex. A bookworm)

Ritsu - a bat

Adeline - a sexy mouse (mean girls reference, I feel like Adeline would love mean girls)

Niko - a black cat

Fang - a flower

Takagi - a witch

Collapsing Hope

Ren - they wouldn’t dress up, they’d just stay at home

Emily - an Angel

Atticus - magician

Emiko - a pumpkin

Alani - a cat

Akira - some mythical beast you probably haven’t even heard of

Madeline - something to match with Luci

Luci - something to match with Madeline

Haruto - he’d get a mask from spirit Halloween or something and call it good

Daiki - a koala

Mina - she stays at home and studies, she doesn’t dress up for Halloween

Tenko - a vampire

Riley - a basketball player

Soda - a really lazy ghost costume

Leo - too embarrassed to go trick or treating

The webcomic I still don’t have a name for

Penny - a werewolf

Viktor - doesn’t dress up but still likes to go with Penny

Eva - gets a 5$ witch hat from Walmart and says she’s a witch

Kel Kinnie Moment + other ocs that don’t have a universe

Lucy - a glow in the dark skeleton

Kara - a witch

Alex - doesn’t dress up but still goes trick or treating for candy

Camii - a tiger

Chen - a ghost

Diana - a slutty nun

Reagan - he’d make a closet cosplay of prep from boyfriends just to fuck with everyone who compared him to prep

Cameron - one of those inflatable suits that makes it look like an alien is kidnapping you

Kenny - he’s pretty broke so he can’t really do much, he’d probably just make a closet cosplay of Kenny from South Park

Rosa - would pretend to be too good for trick or treating because their parents don’t want them too (Rosa still secretly wants to go really bad)

Marcy - also would wear a costume based on a pun

Ace - bill cipher from gravity falls

Ezra - he wouldn’t even try to put something together 💀he’ll just flip up his hoodie (which has cat ears btw) and just say he is a cat and if anyone argues against it he’ll just meow in return then walk away

Carol May - stays at home and gives everyone candy :D

Kana - a cute bunny

Shinigami project

Toru - mad scientist

Shin - a zombie

Bruno - one of those purge mask mfs

Joanne - a werewolf

Siri - some book character

Once again, thanks @moonbaycitizens for the idea! Byeee!

[peppdream]

Welcome to the final conclusion of “Home”! This is just a collection notes, interesting thoughts, and answers to questions some of you guys might have for the story!

A reminder to not read on if you haven’t read to the end of the fic yet 🙏 Major spoilers ahead!!

First off, starting with the layout of Sapnap’s shop! This is sort of the general gist I had in mind while writing the story:

It’s a really rough diagram and probably not architecturally sound for a plethora of reasons, but I thought I might as well include it here for the sake of having it ^^

I’ve also included a timeline so you guys can understand the order in which everyone became acquainted! (it’s a very general timeline, so excuse any inconsistencies)

In case you missed it, the reason Toby’s friend (Tommy) was “missing” in Ch4 was because he’d been taken away to complete his witch training! :)

Next, a couple fun facts for the making of this story!:

Bad’s original Mark was going to be fangs, but I eventually decided horns would be cuter~

The geese George pet in Ch6 were originally rabbits, and the appearance of swans in Ch8 was a replacement for a whole-ass deer. I just changed them all to birds in the end to make the story more cohesive!

I debated several times into making George a nature boi instead of an animals boi (for the good ‘ol mushroom bit), but I stuck with the vet witch in the end  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ch17 was never supposed to exist! I wrote it as filler so I could reach the satisfying 20-chapter mark...

Why the constant reoccurrence of dandelions? Well, I read somewhere that was George’s favorite flower ^^

Why a willow tree? Because they’re the best trees, obviously~ (Go lie under a willow tree some time — you’ll see what I mean!)

And finally, some questions a lot of you must have (and also ones you didn’t even think of, probably):

Why did George lose his memories? The spell affects customers. If you come to the shop with the intention of finding something, you are a customer, and will be affected by the spell (regardless of whether you’re human or a witch).

This distinction was not entirely clear to the characters of the story, because they’d never encountered a situation before where a witch left a magic shop as a customer. This makes sense, granted that magic shops do not target witches as viable customers.

So why didn’t George lose his memories the first time he came to the shop? Part of the agreement between the shop and the customer is that the spell will erase their memories once they have been given what they came for. When George left the shop the first time with his new glasses in tow, the shop mistakenly believes George is satisfied and lets him go (and the memory-wiping spell does not activate). When George is lured back, however, the shop realizes that George is looking for something more than just a pair of glasses, and bars him from leaving until he finds it.

What was George looking for? A lot of you believed it was love/acceptance/home that George was looking for, and those were all very good guesses! What George was ultimately searching for, however, was a way to safely release the magic inside him and become a witch. 

What part did Patches play in all this? A lot of you seem confused about what Patches actually did in Ch18. For one, she tried to lead George to his room so that he could sleep next to the dream doll. When he didn’t follow her, she personally brought the dream doll to George herself so that Luca would warn him about his powers in his dreams. She also physically ran to Bad’s place. While she and Dream do have some telepathic methods of communication, it only works within a reasonable distance.

Does George ever get his memories back? Never completely, but occasionally, yes. I like to think of George’s memory loss as akin to the feeling you get when you’re trying really hard to remember a dream you’ve forgotten. If you concentrate hard on recalling it, you won’t succeed, but if as you’re doing something irl and that activity reminds you of what you dreamed, you will remember only that portion of the dream.

What are the specifics of George’s powers? He can talk to, understand, and telepathically communicate with all living things (other than plants). He has trained his magic to automatically filter out conversations not directed at him or words said to him with ill-intent, but he can also switch that ability on and off as he likes. (Unfortunately, this does not apply to people, because understanding humans is something the brain processes, and not magic-related).

What was Philza’s mark? Wings! Now whether I mean real wings or tattoos is up for you to decide~

What’s the point of the bouquet?  Tommy is a green witch, specifically a florist. It’s his job to make bouquets. The only difference between George’s situation and a normal customer’s situation is that Tommy offers the bouquet without George asking for one. (In response to kotoritoririn, George was not a middle man for a bouquet delivery. The flowers were made for George, as signified by the flowers’ meanings.)

So did Tommy and Tubbo ever reunite or?? Tubbo did eventually find Tommy with the compass. In my mind though, Tubbo is purely a human, so they must’ve met somewhere outside the magic shop.

Tommy, don’t leave us hanging! What do the lilacs represent?? Go read “I’m A Dream Doll” and you will find your answer :)

And that’s everything! I hope you all enjoyed this last tribute to “Home”. I had so much fun reading your guys’ theories, and I’m honestly gonna miss them a ton. Thank you to everyone that tagged along for the ride. And if you’re a new reader, thank you as well! The fact that you’re here means you cared enough about my story to want to know everything about it, and that means a lot to me <3

If you’re sad about the fic ending, don’t be! If we just use George’s example, home can forever live on in our hearts :)

[justthehiddleswrites]

Accidentally Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 6 | Having a bit too fun with our charming Captain America?

A/N:  Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed).  It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will.  Keep your hate to yourself.  

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt.  Tom has an idea to solve all their problems.  Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts.  Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else.  In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: As Molly and Chris become friends, Tom becomes jealous and makes a terrible mistake. 

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of:  child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

TAGLIST IS OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED!  THANK YOU FOR READING!

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Tom came home carrying an enormous bouquet of lilies and roses he purchased on the way home. He bubbled with anxiety and excitement. His talk with Benedict had done him wonders. Until he opened the door to an empty house. He called out for Molly a few times but got no response. There was also no note. He slumped in a kitchen chair. His phone buzzed.

I’m on my way home. Sorry I didn’t leave a note. Hope you aren’t worried. I promise I’m fine!

Tom smiled at the message. He didn’t know why, but something gnawed at the back of his mind. He scrambled to his feet as he overheard the door opening.

“Tom?” Molly yelled into the house.

“In the kitchen, darling!” He fidgeted with the flowers behind his back. As he stared at the floor, a wide grin grew on his face.

“Molly, I…” His face fell as Evans walked in behind Molly.

“Look who stopped by and took me to lunch!” Molly squeaked.

Chris slung an arm over Molly’s shoulders. Tom’s fist clenched around the flowers behind his back.

“I hope you don’t mind me stealing your girl, Tom.” Chris smirked. “She said you were out to lunch with Benedict.”

“Not at all, Chris.” Tom lied. “I’m glad you could keep my wife company.”

“Pleasure was all mine, pal. She is,” Chris gazed down at Molly with a look that made Tom want to leap across the kitchen counter and strangle Chris. “a pretty special girl.”

“Chris!” Molly smacked his hand. “You are too kind. Thank you for a lovely lunch.” She squeezed his torso.

“And don’t forget about tomorrow. We will find decent margaritas in this city if it kills us.”

“You’re on. But you know I have discerning taste when it comes to my liquor.”

“That makes two of us.”

Molly and Chris giggled. “Let me show you out, Chris.” Tom offered.

Molly smiled over at Tom and noticed his hand behind his back.

“What’s that, darling?”

“What?” Tom’s brows knitted.

“Behind your back.” Molly strolled towards him and peeked around Tom. “Are those for me?”

Tom pulled the flowers out. “They are. I thought you might want them to brighten up the house.”

Molly gasped at the beautiful arrangement. “They are stunning, love.” She wrapped an arm around Tom’s neck and pecked his lips. “Thank you. I love them.”

Tom leaned down for another kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth when Molly sighed.

Chris cleared his throat and hooked his thumb towards the front of the house.

“I’ll just see myself out.”

Molly pulled back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom trailed kisses down her neck, tickling her skin. She giggled as Chris waved and walked away.

“What has gotten into you?” she teased as she pushed Tom back.

“Just selling the relationship. We are newly married.” Tom commented, kissing her cheek.

“Oh.”

Tom’s answer disappointed Molly. Somewhere deep inside, that place she never admits to having Molly wanted Tom to want her for more than just a PR stunt. She wanted him to love her as much as he pretended to. But it seemed clear Tom was content on keeping things professional.

“That is the plan, after all?”

“Yeah.” Molly shook her head. “So how was lunch with Ben?”

“Good. You’re going out with Chris again?” Tom’s heart sank further down as he shelved plans to tell Molly how he felt. Evans ruined that.

“He is staying in town for a few days and with you doing auditions and meetings tomorrow, Chris thought I could use some company.” She went to grab a vase for the flowers.

“I bet he did.” Tom muttered.

“What’s that?” Molly twisted her head around.

“I said how nice of him.”

Molly smiled. “It is. He is so funny too! The stories he tells.”

Tom inhaled sharply. “Think you can pry yourself from the Captain to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“Anything for you.” She cupped his cheek. “Now what would you like for dinner tonight?”

“Whatever you would like, love. I don’t have much of an appetite.”

Molly marched over to him and placed the back of her hand on his forehead. “That is the second time you have said something like that. Are you sure you’re not sick?”

Tom pulled back. “I’m fine. There’s no need to fuss.”

Molly pursed her lips. “After you drove me to urgent care, filled my prescriptions, let me sleep in your bed, and took care of my every need for three days, you can bet your sweet ass I’m fussing.” She touched his forehead again. “Hmm. I can’t tell if you have a fever. Go lie down in the living room and I’ll bring you dinner.”

“But I…”

“Go!” She jabbed a finger at the door. “I will not have you getting sick on my hands.”

Tom held up his hands in defeat. “Yes, ma’am.”

Molly came in with a steaming bowl of a beef stew she whipped up with leftovers in the fridge and on the side some thick slices of a crusty bread she picked up a few days ago. A heavy slash of butter on top. She arranged it on a tray for Tom.

“Arms and knees up.” she commanded. Tom complied, tucking up his knees. Molly set down the tray and then settled into the spot once occupied by Tom’s feet. “Eat up.”

Tom blew onto a spoonful before taking a bite. He moaned as he swallowed. “That is exquisite, Molly. What is it?”

“Leftover stew.” Molly took a bite herself.

“You made this with the leftovers?”

“You learn to get creative with the spice cabinet.”

“Foster care?” Tom asked quietly, teeth crunching through the crust of the bread.

“College. Financial aid only goes so far. I couldn’t let food go to waste. I became famous or rather infamous in the dorm freshman year with what I could with a microwave. A modern witch, they called me.”

“You have certainly bewitched me, darling.” Tom commented without thinking. “With your cooking.” he covered. “You are a genius in that kitchen. I will have to learn some of the recipes before year’s end.”

Molly gazed up at him, pained. He was already talking about when all of this was over. Tom quickly changed the subject.

“Tell more about college. I imagine it was rather different from my experience.” Tom ate another spoonful of stew, warming his insides.

“Where did you matriculate?” Molly teased in a haughty tone.

“Cambridge.”

She let loose a low whistle. “You really are Mr. Fancy Pants.”

“With a degree in Classics.”

Molly giggled. “And I thought a tourism degree was useless.”

“Enough about me. I’m boring. Tell me about you.”

-

They talked about college, about how hard summers were when the dorms closed and Molly would couch surf while working summer jobs.

“I had amazing friends.” she whispered. “I am forever in their debt.”

Tom reached over and pulled her to his chest. “I am so sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m not.” She snuggled against him. “Our experiences make us who we are. The good and the bad. I would have preferred an easier life. I would prefer not to freeze every time someone raises their voice, but that’s not me.” she sighed and the tears fell onto Tom’s shirt.

Tom smoothed down Molly’s hair. “I’m sorry to upset you. Let’s talk about happy things.”

“What are those?” she chuckled softly.

“How about this?” He stared down at her tucked under the crook of his arm. “Tell me about some of the craziest things you’ve seen as a bartender in Vegas?”

Molly laughed. “How about the one about the guy who peed on a blackjack table?”

“This I must hear.” Tom chuckled.

-

Tom woke up on the couch that next morning. Molly’s messy bun tickling his chin.

“Molly…” He groaned as he sat up. “… I have to get up, darling.”

Molly burrowed deeper into Tom’s chest and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her. He kissed her temple. She hummed and sighed. Tom’s stomach clenched.

“Time to wake up. I need to shower.”

She slowly woke and stared at Tom, realizing the compromising position of their bodies. Molly scrambled away, blushing.

“So sorry.” She sat up. “I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

Tom cleared his throat. “I still have time.” Tom sat up and fiddled his hands in his lap. “You could always come with me. We could grab some lunch. You can see all of my ‘hard work’.” Tom gazed at her hopefully.

“I…” Molly pondered the offer. “can’t. I would only be in the way. And I have plans with Chris.”

“Chris, right.” Tom stood abruptly. “We wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

Molly gave a strained smile. “I already committed. But we are still having dinner?”

“Dinner, indeed. I’ll meet you at the restaurant at 6:30 p.m.”

Molly stood and hugged him. “I’ll be there with bells on.”

-

There was a knock on the door exactly when Chris said he would come by. Molly opened the door to find Chris leaned against the frame in jeans and a henley. A devastating combination.

“Hey babe, I have an Uber and a list of five Mexican restaurants with great promise. Ready to find the perfect margarita?”

“I am.” She stepped out with a smile. Chris slung his arm over her shoulder. Molly leaned in for a bit. Just long enough for a camera to click.

-

“That first place was awful!” Molly howled in the back of the Uber as they made their way to the next place.

Chris laughed next to her. “I never knew they could make tortillas out of rubber.”

Molly’s phone buzzed. It was Luke. She switched off the phone.

“Anything important?” Chris leaned over to glance at the screen.

“Just Luke. Tom’s publicist. It is probably just something about an upcoming event. I’ll ring him back later.” Molly shrugged before tucking the phone back into her purse. “Now an important question.”

“Which is?”

“Strawberry or Lime?”

“Lime all the way.”

“A purist, I like that.”

Chris burst into laughter.

-

Tom struggled against his sour disposition through most of his auditions and lunch. It wasn’t until he got to the restaurant for dinner Tom listened to Luke’s voicemail. Which led him to googling himself for the first time in years.

“Fuck!” He hissed louder than he wanted to, drawing the attention of a nearby couple. He forced a smile and gave a small wave.

Molly slipped into the chair. “Sorry, I’m a bit late. I lost track of time and then traffic.”

Tom’s fists clenched. “Having a bit too fun with our charming Captain America?” He spit at her.

Molly blinked at him. “What do you mean by that? I was with Chris. He seems like a nice guy.”

“And you are such a friendly girl.” Tom continued to speak in a clipped tone.

“Tom, what’s wrong?” She reached out for Tom’s hand, but he pulled it back.

“This is what’s wrong.” Tom slid his phone over to her.

Molly scrolled through the pictures with increasing horror. The headlines read: Hiddleston Marriage on the Rocks? Tom’s New Bride Steps Out with Captain America Himself.

“I… I…” Molly sputtered, handing the phone back. Hot tears hit her cheeks.

Tom threw his napkin down. “We’re leaving. Keep a smile on as we leave and when we get home. No need to give the paparazzi more fodder.”

Molly stood in a daze and Tom snatched her elbow roughly to lead her out of the restaurant. As they walked outside, Tom leaned in.

“Wrap your arm around my waist and laugh like I said something funny.”

Molly snaked her arm around him and Tom pulled her tight against him. They both threw their heads back in laughter until they got into the taxi, where Tom’s expression fell into a cold mask.

Molly sniffled with stifled sobs the entire way home. Tom took no effort to sooth her. He was… cold and detached. They repeated the charade from the restaurant up the stairs to the front door. Tom had to hold back from slamming the door.

“How could you have been so stupid?!” Tom hissed, slamming his keys onto the table.

“Don’t call me stupid. I was just going out with a friend.”

“A handsome movie star!”

“Not unlike my husband! In fact, Chris called you a close friend.” Molly raised her voice.

“He would say anything to take you from me!” Tom yelled.

Molly froze and her head dropped, shoulders hunching forward. “Please don’t yell at me.”

“How else am I to make you understand, Molly?!” Tom continued to shout like someone crazed. He gestured wildly in the air. “You are forbidden to see him.”

“I want out.” Molly sobbed.

“What?” Tom snapped out of it. He glanced at Molly, only to see the damage he had done. Molly was all but curled in on herself. She sobbed freely, shoulders shaking. “Molly, I…”

“Don’t touch me.” She turned from his hand, reaching out to her. “Why is Chris different from your sister?”

“Because Emma isn’t trying to steal you from me.”

Molly chuckled. “You’re fucking jealous?! How rich! Chris is a nice guy! I used to say the same about you. I used to…” her voice trailed off.

“Used to what?” Tom sniped, tears of anger and hurt filling his own eyes. “Take pity on me? Poor Tom with shit taste in women?! Has to pay a girl to pretend to be his wife for the papers?!”

Molly reared back and slapped him. Tom held his cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Molly screeched. “I’m leaving. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back.”

“Molly, please…” Tom begged.

“Fuck off, Tom!” Molly pushed past him. “I thought we were…” she sobbed. “But I guess not. It’s my own fucking fault.”

“What’s your fault, Molly?” Tom asked. “What’s your fault?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Molly cried, defeated. “I was clearly wrong about you.”

“Wrong how?” Tom’s heart shattered as she walked away, returning with a small bag.

“Goodbye, Tom. Don’t worry, I’ll be discrete. Wouldn’t want to tarnish your good guy image?” she sneered before heading to the door.

“Where will you go?” Tom grew more desperate as the reality of his actions set in.

“Away from you. Other than that, I don’t much care.” The front door slammed behind her.

Tom collapsed onto the couch and his head fell into his hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK!” he screamed into the void of his empty house.