#and eventually i decided to just post this

[heartyluv]

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Note: Y’all this one is dirty, omg LOLL. I enjoyed writing it so, I hope you enjoy reading it. ♡

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,418

Summary: Caleb makes sure your ex knows that you’re a happily married woman.

PossessiveCamboy!Caleb/Reader

Marrying the man whose content you silently consumed for months was not what you expected, but it’s the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you.

It was random the day you stumbled upon Caleb’s page. You were one of his first few dozen supporters at the time when he only posted erotic audios. You were entertained and turned on after hearing him moan and whimper into his microphone, touching yourself and wishing it was you that he was pleasing.

You left likes and even paid for tiered subscriptions where he offered more filthy work. It was as he grew in popularity that you started feeling more comfortable to actually leave comments, figuring you’d be in the ocean of thousands and one of the last people he’d respond to.

But, it threw you completely off when he actually replied to your comment where you told him how much you loved his work.

“Thank you, pretty girl. I’m so thankful for your support. I do it for you.”

If you were crazy enough, you would’ve tattooed it on your forehead. After that, you decided to leave more comments and he replied to every single one. It made you feel special, in a weird way.

As Caleb grew more, he started to produce actual videos of himself from the neck down. You’ve never seen a body or a cock so perfect. Every time he stroked himself, whispered how close he was to coming, it was like you could feel him inside of you.

About a year after, he proposed the idea of revealing his face if his fans helped him reach a goal he was going for. It was like the internet broke with how fast they reached and surpassed it.

He was absolutely gorgeous, the most handsome man you’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. Those soft eyes, that fluffy hair, and those perfect lips had you mesmerized. The way he laughed and joked with fans on that livestream like they were friends and not people who paid to watch him come was oddly comforting. It reminded you that he really was human at the end of the day.

But, you found yourself unable to leave comments anymore. For some reason, it felt like he was a secret that was too famous for you to enjoy. It was selfish, you knew that. You still paid for his subscription, but you stopped interacting and stopped watching.

The man ended up messaging you privately, saying that he was just checking in on you. You were floored. Not only had he remembered who you were, but he took the time to actually contact you. From that point on, you two just clicked and had late night texts, exchanged phone numbers, had video calls, to eventually meeting him in person after you two found out you lived in the same state.

It was history from there. You two dated for a few years before he proposed to you. Now, you live in your shared home while he still creates content for people’s pleasure with you occasionally joining.

You never would’ve thought you’d do something like this, but with Caleb, you trusted him and you were comfortable.

It started when Caleb did a livestream where he was stern and clear about his relationship with you once you had gotten serious.

“I’m going to continue to create. I still enjoy it and my girl is very accepting of that. But, you will respect her and me, should you ever see her. I won’t hesitate to handle anything that’s even remotely disrespectful to her.”

His fans were surprisingly welcoming. You offered to be on a stream one night where Caleb was putting together this aircraft with hundreds of little blocks. Besides erotic content, your husband played video games, built little projects, and interacted with fans like it was a sleepover.

They absolutely loved you. Many said you were funny, pretty, and radiant. They loved you so much that they suggested him doing videos with you. After making sure you were really okay with it, you and Caleb tried it out and it’s been amazing.

Getting paid to fuck your husband and play games with him? Who could ask for anything better?

You started gaining popularity on your other social networks, but you kept that other part of you mainly where you and Caleb posted your videos. If anyone followed you, it was because they genuinely liked and enjoyed you as an individual and you couldn’t be more thankful for such a lovely mass of people.

Recently though, you’ve had a little bit of an issue that you haven’t shared with your husband. Your ex.

It’s obvious that he’s seen what you do now. He followed you randomly one day, but you thought nothing of it. You two split amicably, so there was no bad blood. At lease you thought. Then he started to like your posts and leave comments. You ignored him, of course.

It got worse when he started actually sending requests to the page you and Caleb posted to. The only way you knew it was him was because he used a picture of his two dogs as the profile picture. You always got to them before Caleb saw and deleted it. You blocked him, but he just made more accounts. Your ex didn’t care that you were married, didn’t care that there was legit videos online of you getting fucked by your husband. He still pushed his luck.

You and Caleb are open to requests and if the money’s right and what’s being asked is reasonable, you’ll fulfill a fan’s desires and send it to them for their private pleasure.

Your ex takes advantage of that feature and sends the same thing every time: I want this to be personal. Send me a video of you.

A measly $50 was always attached to it. It was disrespectful and you knew Caleb. He’d lose his fucking mind. It’s why you hid it and handled it the best way you knew how. But that all went to shit the day your ex sent multiple of the same request from different accounts.

Caleb saw the influx of repeated notifications. He was only upset with you for hiding this from him. He could only protect you if he was kept in the loop. But he was fuming with your ex.

“I’ll kill him,” he said to you as you stood in the kitchen, arms crossed and head down. You felt embarrassed.

“Baby, look at me,” he stepped forward, cupping your soft face in his large hand. “It’s alright. You’re okay, we’re okay,” he sighs. “Do you know why he could be doing this?”

You shrugged your shoulders as you looked up into his eyes. “He used to do dumb things like this. The whole trolling thing was his personality. He’s just being a dick.”

“You think he wants you back?” he quirked a brow.

“I have no clue,” you answer honestly.

Caleb hums, tracing your lip with his thumb, then an idea sparks in his mind. “Why don’t we give him what he wants.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Caleb, hon… What the hell are you talking about? I’m not sending him a damn thing.”

“No, you’re not,” he confirms. “But we are.”

Your propped up leg swayed side to side as you laid down on the bed in you and Caleb’s room. You were anxious as all hell, but the idea of making your ex pay for a video of you getting fucked by your man made your body hot.

You and Caleb were already naked and you watched how his half-hard cock bobbed up and down as he walked over to the lamp to set the phone in front of it to get a good angle of you two and the bed. Already, you were aching for him.

Before he sets it down, he presses the red button to start the recording and smiled mischievously to the camera. “You wanted a video, here’s your video.”

After it’s set up, he’s on top of you in seconds. He devours your mouth, sticking his tongue down your throat while his cock gently brushes against your pussy. The way you moan into his mouth makes him grind against you with unbridled passion.

“Let me eat, baby,” he whispers before kissing your lips again. “Let me taste my pussy.”

You’ll never get used to his dirty mouth. You fucking love it.

“But I want your cock,” you mewl prettily. He chuckles, kissing your neck.

“We can eat together.”

You two stand and Caleb lays down first. He turns to the camera as you climb on top, your pussy in his face and his cock in yours. “I’ll make sure to tell you what she tastes like so you can dream about it.”

You smile to yourself and Caleb is quick to pull you down, pressing his nose into your cunt and feasting on you like you’re the last supper. Your back arches as you cry out, whining at how good his tongue fucks your tight hole. “Absolutely divine,” he growls and mumbles into your flesh, staking his claim.

“Put my cock in that pretty mouth, baby. Let me feel you,” he says quickly so that he can get back to leaving long licks with his tongue flat against your pussy lips. You open your mouth, sucking him down and into your throat. Your hums vibrate around his length, making him shudder.

You stroke him as you suck, gagging and spitting on his perfect dick. You pull off of him with a small pop, admiring how the precum seeps out of his tip. You use it to lubricate him, licking up the semi-salty liquid like ice cream.

“How do I taste?” you ask him lustfully through a whimper as your hand works his cock. His spits on your pussy, licking and sucking your clit to make you almost lose your balance.

“I did say I’d describe it, didn’t I?” he teases. “You taste like…” he licks you again as if he’s making sure one more time. “My fucking wife.”

That makes you moan, clenching around his tongue as he gives your hole what it’s begging for.

“I want you to fuck me Caleb,” you beg as his licks further up and closer to your other hole. You shiver, pleasure fueled tears brimming your eyes.

Caleb wants you to come on his face, but how can he let his pretty little wife be deprived of the cock that belongs to her any longer?

“Come sit on it,” he says seductively.

Your pussy feels like it’s dripping. You climb off of him, letting the camera get a good shot of your breasts and your entire plush body. Caleb takes your hand like you’re getting ready to board a carriage, biting his lip with a smile as he guides his princess onto her noble steed.

You can’t deal with anymore foreplay or teasing, needing your husband’s cock deep inside you. You kiss him once you’re on top again. You like how he’s giving you control, but still making it very clear that you belong to him and only him.

You taste yourself on his tongue and hope that his taste is giving him the same high that it gave you.

“Put me in,” he mumbles.

You’re a pro at this by now, it’s muscle memory. You don’t even need to see. You reach between you two, grasping his length and lining him up with where he needs to be before gently bringing your hips down. Your body sucks him in, already familiar with how perfect you fit together.

You start to bounce, your ass rippling against his firm thighs as his hands roughly grab your hips to guide you. His cock kisses your cervix, making you ride him harder.

His hand comes up to grip your jaw as you stare into his eyes. “Let me taste it.”

“Yeah?” you say softly as your breasts jump.

He nods, opening his mouth for you. And you spit in it, your core clenching with how he swallows and licks his lips like he’s been given a tasty treat.

The camera catches all of this, the slight squeaks of the bed, the slapping of the skin, the lewd words and actions.

His hand grasps your throat when you sit up, trailing down your body as he cups a breast to quickly tease a taut nipple, and down further for his thumb to stimulate your aching clit.

Caleb reached out with his other hand to grab the phone, getting the perfect angle of the way your slick sticks between the both of you and how he easily slides in and out. His cock is glistening with your juices while you lose yourself in the pleasure.

Your hand comes down to caress his hard stomach, your large diamond ring to represent your union glistening in the frame.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls as your hips stutter, letting him feel how close you are.

“This is all mine,” he declares as you look down at him with a tired smile.

“Yours,” you repeat. “Oh, Caleb baby… I’m gonna come…”

“Cream on my cock, love... Let him see who this pussy weeps for.”

That’s the final thing you need. You brace your hands on his thighs behind you as your orgasm takes control of your soul. You come hard and fast and he spills deep inside of you at the same time, groaning your name as you scream his. The mix of cum starts to pool out of where you’re connected and your legs shake as you rest, letting the sticky substance get on your inner thighs.

Caleb brings the camera closer to your raw pussy, letting it capture how deep he is, how messy he’s made you. He uses his thumb to smear his spend all over, anywhere he can, biting his lip at how you whine.

Caleb flips the camera to show his flushed and thoroughly fucked face. He smiles.

“Thanks for the $50 and don’t message my wife again. Understood? I’m sure you can see how happy she is. Back the fuck off.”

He ends the video and you let your breath return to normal as he sends it and accepts the payment.

“Did it?” you ask softly.

“Done,” he nods. “You okay?”

You lean down, loving how he’s still inside of you. You press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thanks to you, I’m perfect.”

[vivlily]

can you please explain who these horses are????

You made a mistake in asking me, but I will try anyway. This will go over some general things and mainly focus on white and cyan, not so much the other horses.

They are characters from a Twitter webseries/game(?) hosted by @/snakesandrews. Where viewers essentially vote on whatever horse they think might win. These horses bounce around randomly off of objects like a screensaver of sorts, and a horse wins once it touches a png of a carrot.

These horses are typically referred to by their color until they win and are thus given a name, for instance, orange, eventually becoming jovial merryment.

How much or how little these horses win as well as what goes on during a race end up leading to a lot of fan made content. And for the most part, any characterization of these horses is largely up to fan interpretation.

For these two horses, white and cyan specifically? White and cyan and brown would go on to not win one match for quite some time, leading to them being put into a race all on their own. Which brown would eventually go on to win and attain the name Door Knob. Leaving white and cyan in their own little race. With a special little map, file this special little map for later.

It is important to note that these races do not usually last much longer than around 2 or 2 and a half minutes. Cyan and White would go on to race for a whole 7 minutes and 9 seconds. This led to a lot of fans depicting them as sort've not wanting to win, usually because of enjoying one another's company or something similar. I'm a yuri minded individual, so you can probably guess how I decided to interpret it.

As you probably realized, since they had a defined time for the race, a winner also exists. This is where White had won, earning the name Superstitional Realism. This led to a lot of fans depicting Cyan as either feeling betrayed or upset by white winning. Some also show Cyan being happy for white.

It here that white, now superstitional realism(I will refer to her as Sup from now on), would join the next days' race and proceed to not win. And in the next day's race, white would be mysteriously missing. It is in this race that Sup is missing that something unusual happens once the race is over.

Cyan has lost every single race, every single one. This race where Sup is missing is followed by a video in which Cyan was racing all alone in an empy room with only herself, eventually obtaining her first win. But did such a win even count? There was no one for Cyan to even race against after all. It was assumed Cyan would get a name for her victory, but the fanfare screen would simply continue listing her name as Cyan.

People expected that Cyan would finally join the next race proper, only for the next race to be a race between what looked to be 7 distorted horses (6 a form of cyan, and 1 white). Despite there being 6 cyans, they still lost to the distorted white horse, whose fanfare screen read "a Mysterious figure." Leading many to think this might be cyan reliving her worst moments, and more specifically, the moment where she get left behind by white.

The latest race as of this post was with the regular set of horses interspliced with the 6 distorted cyans having a race of their own. It's unknown if this "nightmare" world is real or in cyans head. But one of the 6 distorted cyans does win and is rewarded with the name of Garbage Bin. We then cut back to the "normal" world where Sup remains missing and jovial merryment wins the race(go figure).

Now, do you remember that special little map where cyan and white initially raced in? The "normal" world race was taking place on the very same map, just with more color and rounder edges. This leads to me and probably a few others believing that that last race was the other horses looking for cyan.

My assumption for why Sup has been missing for the last few races is because white had already gone back to look for cyan ahead of everyone else.

As for how the story might end? Well, you can find out both today and Friday as the series seems to be having it's last to races.

Will jovial win once more? It's possible. It's annoyingly possible. And will cyan and sup have a happy ending? I SURE HOPE SO. SAVE YOUR GIRL.

Whadya mean I'm getting emotional over screensaver pngs?!?

Apologies if this was long winded, I'm not used to typing this much and suck at using words. BUT you made the mistake of asking me, dear Anon. Always remember there is always yuri for those with eyes to see. Now go consume some fan content, there's a lot of really good writers and artists out there, show them some love.

[4drianaaaa]

"i think i like u"

hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader! ⚠: none! wrd count: 1.4k

📝: In where 'influencerreader!' moves to the busy, chilly, Toronto, Canada and eventually meets Hamzah as they both find each other falling for one another and constantly flirting eventually becoming a thing.

part 1 | navi

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yourusername:

: finally got out of fucking Cali 3 months ago…Toronto pls be good to me.

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user23: gorgeous girl ever!

user45: cutie

user7: I just know that girl got a whole band in her hand disguised as naked babies 😭 ↳ yourusername: LMFAOOOO my pockets are CRYINGGGG

mandys_iphone: Sonny angel hunting!!! ↳ thatmartinkid: say thank you for the money daddy🥺😇🍆 ↳ user6969: OMG MANDY AND Y/N KNOW EACHOTHER WHATYTT!?!??!

quenblackwell: Girl pls come back to cali imy 💔 ↳ yourusername: stop I'll fly you out mama </3

hamzahthefantastic: hey ↳ quenblackwell: out.

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You recently moved to Toronto, Canada all by yourself. Surprisingly. You made this huge decision after being so overwhelmed with your hometown a.k.a Los Angeles, California. You felt sort of suffocated in a way due to you being a influencer and a micro-model. Paparazzi and drama, those two words sent shivers down your spine. Also due to the fact you were a small content creator filming grwm's and your hobby in collecting trinkets - a small YouTube channel by the name of : @ mandys_iphone , reached out to you.

Now, you were walking in the cloudy, busy, downtown Toronto with Mandy. The two of you barely met two months ago but the two of you were hip-to-hip since you guys had the same interests and humor. You barely had just moved so you haven't really seen the hidden gems of the city so Mandy decided to have a catch-up with you. "Okay this is my favorite spot like ever. Me and my boyfriend always come get breakfast here when were too lazy to cook." She pointed to a building that you can already smell the coffee beans blocks away. "Oh my god I just realized you never met Martin and our friends that well huh? You need to met them, you'll love them!" she smiled, "I dunno', still testing the waters trying to socialize.." you gave Mandy a worried like smile as she scoffed "Well this is a perfect way to socialize! Trust me, you'll all get together just fine. Nothing to worry about!" she slightly shook your arm as you couldn't say no to her. "Fineee, but you better not ditch me for Martin!" you swung open the café door letting her in as you were slapped with the smell of coffee.

You both sat down at a table outside the café trying to get used to the chilly, dry, Toronto weather. Nothing you were used to back in sunny Los Angeles. "Okay so Martin and Hamzah, they both have had this YouTube channel since 2023 called 'Slushynoobz' and they basically just post vlogs, gaming, mukbangs and other shit like that." she said sipping her coffee as you almost spat your drink from your mouth, " 'Slushy noobs' ? I'm sorry I can already tell they're sense of humor from that name" you giggled as she did as well, "Trust me, they are the loudest people on earth." she rolled her eyes sarcastically.

You both decided to look for the nearest toy collection store trying to get your hands on some trinkets. You walked through the towering buildings of Toronto absolutely admired. It was as busy as Cali but negative degrees. You and Mandy spent definitely more than you two implied to, you walked into your car and unboxed them all filming for her YouTube channel.

"welp that was fun" Mandy looked at you and at the wrappers thrown all over your car as the both of you died of laughter due to the silence of the car. She ended the recording and helped you clean your car.

"You better show up or I'm beating the shit out of you!" Mandy pointed her finger at you as you laughed, "Yes, I'll show up I promise!" you replied as she shut the car door waving goodbye to you.

After a couple hours of cleaning your apartment and laying your sonny angel's everywhere throughout your house you began to get ready. Re-touching your makeup, straightening your hair, and changing you slipped into light washed loose jeans, a small cropped pink sweater, and a over the shoulder white Chanel purse. You stepped into your car anxiously driving you to Mandy's place. Your palms became sweaty at the thought of people not liking you. You tried shaking this emotion off as you were minutes to arriving. You took a deep breath as you shut your car door behind you walking to Mandy's door step.

Your knuckles hovered right above the door as you re-thought everything all over again. You feeling like this was one of the reason you hated those big influencer parties back in L.A. but since Mandy had reassured you it was no where near that your knuckles lightly hit the door. The door was swung open by Mandy holding her dog 'eddy'. "Y/n!! Ahh come in quick!" she exclaimed as you stepped into her place. She's always been over to yours but this was your first time seeing her home. You loved it. "Please come in, come in! Martin!" she waved her hand towards the couch as you sat on the edge.

You saw Martin for the first time, his hair straight and a quirky look on his face. "Hi!, Martin." he shook your hand pulling you into a side hug, "Hiii!" you smiled receiving his hug as you sat back down "Now Mandy has another person she can go get trinkets now!" he laughed as you nodded, "well this is our pet's; fish, carl, eddy, and Rudy! There all small so they won't bite!" he pointed to the cats and dogs positioned in different places all over the house. You suddenly heard a knock at the door mimicking a song as Martin went to go answer it. It was a tall guy with a 'obama' plastered beanie walking in with grey sweats and a phone sideways recording Martin. Claire then walked in (you already knew her), and lastly a tall curly head with frosted tips walked in catching your eye. You noticed Claire walking up to you reaching for a hug, "Hi y/n, oh my gosh I haven't seen you like in ages dude!" she said rocking you side to side "I know!" you smiled still keeping that curly head in mind.

"Okay well, Y/n this is chase.." Mandy pointed to the camera guy that walked in "Hi, nice to meet you y/n!" he hugged you as you greeted him. "Anddd...this is Hamzah!" You looked up at him as you couldn't help but notice how cute he was. You felt as if you were staring at him since he stepped foot in this house. "Hi, I'm Hamzah nice to meet you" he shook your hand as he pulled you into a hug. He felt himself get a little nervous. He's never been around a pretty girl like you. "Nice to meet you, Hamzah." his name rolled off your tongue satisfyingly. You could get used to him.

You all spent the night making drinks and talking with each other about what they all usually do here in Toronto. After taking sip after sips of different drinks you all felt yourself become tipsy.

You plopped onto the couch as It was just you and that pretty boy Hamzah. You looked over at him as he chuckled, "Hi" you said lowly as he looked at all your unique features. Especially your lips. "One to many drinks?" he questioned as you scoffed, "Quite like that" you shrugged your shoulders nodding. He couldn't stop looking at you, he was almost getting lost in your beauty. "I- um, how long has it been since you moved?" he questioned, "like 3-4 months ago. I couldn't handle all the stress back in cali." you replied. "Really? Me and Martin would love to go to cali!" he sat up intrigued into the small talk. "Yeah it's nice but you need to have like a lot of help, I was kind of navigating on my own." you explained as his eyes were glued to yours.

It was safe to say Hamzah wasn't close to being 100% sober either, "I hope you don't find this weird but your stunning" he admitted as your cheeks grew red. You felt butterflies take over your stomach, "Thanks, Your pretty handsome yourself too Hamzah." You had a sly smile. He folded. He felt like he got pinched with a everlasting blade, he hated it. He hated how easily flustered he got. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that...You know if you have a boyfriend -" "I don't" You cut his sentence off as you played with the ends of your hair looking around the room. "Woah, you? No boyfriend?" he questioned as you bit your lip hiding your face "Unfortunately" you replied. "Woah, a lot of guys with zero taste in women in L.A. huh?" he scoffed laying his hand across the top of the couch, you shyly looked at the opposite direction of his. "I'm serious!" he said. You spent the rest of the night talking with Hamzah until you felt more sober to be able to drive. You couldn't help but tuning him out some times and just staring at him. You caught yourself blushing every minute.

"Y/n right?" Hamzah questioned as you nodded, "that's me" you smiled. "We should hangout more often, mind if I get your instagram?" he handed you his phone. You typed in your Instagram, "Phone number too much?" , "Not at all".

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adri’s note: omg this is my first time writing anything like this, kind of nervous!

[demon-at-peace]

DC + DP theatre kids

So Sam is such a theatre kid, don't even try to lie to me, she's dramatic, sassy ect, but she wouldn't ever participate in it, because the popular kids would be there, and it would just be awkward, after highschool though she drags Danny and Tucker to a small theatre three hours away.

Located in Gotham of all places, the current play is Hamilton, (purely for myself) Sam is Hamilton, Tucker is Thomas Jefferson, and Danny decided to be Eliza, they are in love with it. They are singing Guns and Ships in car rides, just utterly in love with the tiny Gothic theatre and the play.

Sam is thriving, funding the theatre simply because she can't stand to see them go out of business. the theatre kid shenanigans are maxed out. They are gossiping in the wings (totally get told to shut up) Sam constantly complaining about itchy costumes.

And obviously the theatre hasn't had enough funds to put on a production like this for years. So they are going full out, and are sold out. The bats are worried, rouges are theatric, there is a reason the theatre hadn't gotten funding, or actors. The rogues liked to make a mess of things. After all last time something like this was the Grayson's.

So on the opening night everyone is just waiting, for something to go horribly terribly wrong. The bats stationed around waiting for the joker, or scarecrow, just something to happen. Dick is so stressed out, he's fretting, yelling at everyone, practically breaking down. The bats are nervous too, this is practically begging something to go wrong.

Except Danny, Tucker and Sam refuse to let something go wrong. The first interference, an attempt at releasing fear toxin, is easily stopped by Danny. The next rouge to try something is Mr. Freeze (idk I just needed a rogue) the room starts to get cold, and Hamilton stops it, delivering right on beat of one of his dramatic lines.

Joker goons come at some point and Danny (in full costume) is just foiling them effortlessly before strutting on stage and delivering the best performance of his life. Tucker utterly saves the tech from going wrong, mad scientist hacker mode and then flounces on stage as Thomas Jefferson .

the bats are smitten. Steph doesn't know what to say, the lead is hot, and clearly a meta, and just effortlessly beat up a goon in the wings of the stage.

Tim doesn't know what to say about this Thomas Jefferson, other than he's a genius, and really fucking pretty.

Jason might be in love with the badass crossdressing guy that's Eliza. Because anyone who can beat someone up while wearing a corset is his type.

Jason is full also in nerd mode, and is utterly oblivious, he's singing to songs, and full on in love with all the actors voices. So what if he knows Hamilton, he doesn't predict the headlines, or realize his career as a badass crime lord is done.

Duke is also a theatre kid and knows all the lyrics, because he was forced into an after school activity as a kid and fell in love. so he knows the lyrics too.

Eventually the performance is done, with nothing happening, the rogues beat to hell, the bats exhausted, but they still ask out their perspective partners, because if they lose the chance they will regret it for eternity.

They say yes, obviously. And the first dates just make them fall in love even more. Mind you the next play is even more chaotic.

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Hamilton is just awesome. I have no defence, I am simply a nerd.

Sorry I haven't been posting, schools are stressful and I've been a moron. also thank ya'll for being amazing, fr tho I'm shocked so many people like my silly ideas, but thanks!

Also am I spelling theatre right? cause google agrees with me but Tumblr doesn't.

Bye!

[amphitriteswife]

Goo dating headcanons

💸 Dating goo can be a real roller coaster. A fun roller coaster that is. There could be problems here and there but in his eyes it’s nothing he can’t solve. Yes it is true that sometimes he prioritizes his job over you sometimes. But that’s because his job is very ‘demanding.’ But it pays well, so he hopes you understand.

💸 Fair dates, cinema dates, shopping spree, restaurants, coffee dates and karaoke dates. (Sometimes with jonggun tagging along even though he himself doesn’t want to and goo forced invited him to go) he can’t always make it, but he does make it up to you in one way or another. Always.

💸 if you go to a far date, expect him to scream and yell in every attraction you go to. Yes he’s afraid of heights. Too bad you didn’t know, you have to put with him now. Luckily he don’t throw up. Oh but he WILL try the claw machine’s and not win shit. He spent a lot of money on it too by the way. Bro might start crying. Or just sit on the ground or sum. You might even feel bad for dawg😔

💸 if you are the one to actually win a plushie and give it to him, bro will scream. He’ll immediately hug it and start thanking you. You bet he’s taking pictures of it and posting it on all his socials. Even sending it to groupchats and Jonggun himself with a caption of ‘look what my girlfriend got me hehe😝😈’ and yes he also sends it to you. He’s putting the plush on his bed or in a special shrine he made with a gifts from you.

💸 personally, i think Goo also seems to be a best friend and boyfriend. He would want to be in love and love you if you get what i mean. Ofcourse his best friend is jonggun, but that’s different from how he loves you. A main thing that is important to him is understanding, you don’t need to accept. Just understanding for him is enough.

💸 If you date Goo, it’s high likely that you too are a fan of anime. He doesn’t really mind which type you are. Manga, manhwa, anime, donghua even BL or GL. He doesn’t really care which one you enjoy. He just likes the swords in em you know. He would probably talk for you about his favorites and you about yours. It could be that the two of you read/ watch together of that you made trades on watching each other’s faves. For him it feels like he can share a hobby with you which he appreciates.

💸 I can see you meeting Goo at a bookstore. Both of you at the Manga section eyeing the same manga. You having if in your hands first and Goo demanding that you give it to him with a serious gaze, however his face would twist in mild surprise when you do actually hand it to him. He would say he is joking but you would insist that he can take it, he would find your indifference and calm nature intriguing. He would stare at you for a while you pick at another manga and decide to buy that one instead. You didn’t bother arguing with him because you didn’t think you’ll see him again. Unfortunately, he kept showing up even when he saw you avoid him. Which eventually made him say. ‘Miss. Go on a date with me.’

💸 Goo likes to call you ‘sugar’ or ‘sweetheart.’ Because he thinks you’re lively, sweet, addictive and always lighten his heart. He feels as if he can say anything to you, no matter what it is. Sometimes he even wants to tell you everything about his job, but he knows he can’t because it’ll put you in danger and he can’t risk that. You mean too much to him to make you see the stuff he does.

💸 Now when it comes to you being Goo’s girlfriend. There are a lot of people you don’t know who are in Goo’s life. And he also doesn’t think it would be relevant for you to know all of them. He would probably introduce you to Jonggun who wonders why you haven’t left Goo yet. And maybe James who is rather aloof and is on pretty neutral terms with you. Its save to say that James likes you better than Goo. Jonggun on the other hand doesn’t necessarily engage with you, but does little things like asking you to look after Goo or keeping him on a leash.

💸 Goo would go to concerts with you. Even if he doesn’t listen to the same music as you. He’ll make sure he handles everything from tickets to seats to time stamps. He’s pretty laid back about it too, he has it handled but isn’t stern about it. He’ll buy you merch if that’s what you want, even going as far as to go buy it himself during the concert so that you can still enjoy seeing your artist(s). If it’s in another country he’ll ditch his work probably and still go with you anyway. If the concert has lightsticks you can be rest assured: he already bought those.

I’m sorry it’s short. I ran out ideas😭

[maislovebot]

ADA: fav position headcanons

Hey guys sorry I said I was coming back then immediately disappeared>: I started working on a kunizai x reader 3some but it was just not turning out right like. At all. So after trying my hardest to have the fic turn out good I decided to completely switch gears and write something completely different. So now we have this:P I will probably return to the fic eventually but for now I wanna give myself a break from that bc it was hurting my soul how poorly it was going😭

Anyways!! I wrote this months before my original break and decided to post it to give you guys sustenance:D I’ve also finished the pm and I will post that like next week. Because this is a nice fun way to get back into writing I’m gonna focus on getting all the organizations done!!

Contains: most are afab + no prns but some are gn, all the characters will have individual warnings, pretty much all of these have an established relationship, some are way longer than others sorry

Fukuzawa - missionary

Contains: gn reader, brief hair pulling, marking (you scratch him), praise

Fukuzawa is a pretty traditional guy, so he likes missionary. He’ll always hold your hands and comfort you as you try to take him all the way, because he’s well aware of his size. He knows the fact that it takes a lot of foreplay for you to even be close to being prepared. This is why he’ll hold your hands as you clench around him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and mumbling small words of affirmation. He loves when you rake your fingers through his hair, or god forbid his back. If you scratch his back up it’ll give him an ego boost that he would consider to be quite shameful of him. He’s always valued not having an inflated ego, but nothing quite gets him as much as seeing the scratches on his back from the night before.

Atsushi - mating press

Contains: afab + no prns, overstim, implied multiple rounds, rough sex, oral (reader receiving)

Do I even have to say why? I genuinely don’t think anything gets him nearly as much as having your legs hiked up over his shoulders and pressed against your chest. He also loves eye contact, so he likes being able to see you look at him. It comforts him to know that he’s doing good. Seeing your eyes roll back from the feeling of his cock brush against that one spot inside of you makes him throb and speed up his actions even more than before. He already goes pretty fast because of his good stamina, but he somehow manages to go even faster. Despite going fast, he manages to keep things intimate by letting endless compliments and groans leave his mouth. He loves having your cunt on display for him because of the position, and he will rub your clit nonstop. It always manages to leave you overstimulated and trembling, and he loves it. He loves seeing your legs shake after he finally pulls out, or seeing your chest rising and falling as you breathe heavily in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.

Short side note, but he loves pushing your knees as far as they can go pretty much anytime he can. Anytime he’s eating you out he’s gripping the back of your thighs to push them backwards and onto your shoulders..he really likes the position. If you grab his hair and force his face closer to your cunt in this position he’ll probably come untouched..!

Dazai - spooning

Contains: afab + no prns, foreplay, dirty talk, cuddling

Let’s be honest, Dazai is quite lazy. He’s depressed and lacks motivation and this makes him enjoy spooning. It’s lazy and doesn’t require too much physical exertion, but he can still please you to the fullest. He can whisper teasing words into your ear, making you squirm as he preps you. He enjoys seeing just how many of his fingers you can manage to take before you cry that it’s too much, he finds it entertaining. Once he’s finally inside you, he loves when you grind against him. He can tell how good it feels for you, which is more than enough for him. But don’t get it twisted, he will grip your hips and bounce you up and down on him, guiding your hand down to your clit to help get yourself off. He’ll sit up on his arm so he can look you in the eyes, only to be met with pleading eyes. It’s so, so hot to him. He likes spooning because he can wake up first thing in the morning and already prove his love and devotion to you.

Yosano - oral

Contains: afab + no prns, oral (Yosano and reader receiving), Yosano is a little mean:(, very much dom Yosano, a little ooc because Yosano makes me kinda uncomfortable because she’s a doctor, and I have a fear of doctors, so I haven’t done much research on her character, sorry loves I hope you still like it

Yosano really does care about you. Getting you to cum over and over again is hot to her, but nothing gets her more than seeing you service her. She’s so stressed from all of her work, she needs to blow off a little steam! She loves laying down on the bed and seeing you grip her thigh while you try your absolute hardest to show her a good time. Especially if you’re grinding against the bed or holding a vibrator to your clit. Seeing you get so worked up over doing practically nothing get’s her practically dripping. She especially loves it when you eat her out while she’s sitting in her chair. Watching you eat her out and grinding against her leg is her personal favorite sight. She will gladly return the favor, but she’d never be caught on her knees. Don’t be worried though, she’s gonna treat you real good. She loves to eat you out while holding a vibrator to your clit and testing out different settings just so she can see all of your reactions!

Kunikida - doggy

Contains: gn reader, dirty talk/implied praise (receiving)

Kunikida loves doggy style purely because of the fact that he is an ass man. Sure, he is attracted to your whole body, but something about your ass makes him go crazy. He doesn’t really have a preference for size, he just likes it as a whole. He likes it, but he is always worried that it won’t be as intimate because of the lack of eye contact, so he’ll lay his stomach flush against your back and whisper into your ear, trying his absolute hardest to prove his care for you. He’ll grip your hips tight and pull you towards him to meet your thrusts, going crazy when he sees your back arch as you moan loudly into the bed. He loves seeing you like this—so desperate and rutting into him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get a massive power trip from seeing how badly you need him.

Junichiro - cowgirl

Contains: afab + gn reader, sub Junichiro, degradation, mentions of oral/face-sitting (reader receiving)

Junichiro is a big sub. He can’t help it! He likes seeing you above him, fucking yourself on him desperately. He enjoys seeing your expressions from above him. Don’t even get him started on if you whisper small, degrading things into his ear, telling him about how he’s so desperate, and how he only gets this worked up because of you. He loves to allow you to take the reins, almost so he can see what it is you like and dislike. Even if he’s on the submissive side, he is thinking about you before anyone else. He doesn’t mind if he doesn’t feel much from you grinding against him while he’s inside of you, because he knows that it’s making you feel good, and that’s honestly all that matters to him. This is also why he’s so into face-sitting. He gets to take care of you while you’re above him, using his body as you please to help you get closer to your high.

Ranpo - riding

Contains: gn reader, praise (giving), light-hearted degradation and teasing but nothing crazy, switching positions, Ranpo is annoying but I love him, aftercare

Ranpo truly could be dominant if he really wanted to. He’s nowhere near a jock, but he’s flexible and has decent stamina. But why would he bother to do that when it’s so much more fun and easy to watch you fuck yourself onto him. Watching you bounce up and down on him, trying your absolute hardest to reach your high is one of the best feelings in the world. Especially when you praise him. Telling Ranpo about how good he feels and how good he’s treating you (even though he’s just sitting back and letting you do all the work) never fails to make him desperate. At least as desperate as someone like Ranpo can get. Despite this, he is rather sweet during the aftercare. He’s aware of how much work you put into making him and yourself feel good, so he can throw some recognition your way, telling you how good you did and how perfect your body is while you fall asleep from all the physical exertion. Which there is a lot. He pretty much just lays back the entire time, and he tells you to work harder and (lovingly) teases you if you start to complain about how your thighs are starting to burn and get sore. It doesn’t help that Ranpo typically takes a very long time to come. He is either cumming in five minutes or in forty-five, there is no inbetween with him. If you genuinely do seem too tired to keep going, then he will graciously take over for the time being. Whenever he does that is when he has his best performance, because when he isn’t just bucking his hips to meet your thrusts, he’s absolutely fantastic at finding all your sensitive spots inside and out.

Back so ofc I gotta get my freak on😛 no but seriously I hope you guys like it and I’m so happy to be back<3

Wc - 1.5k

[damarassanctuary]

btw i dont know if you knew this but i made an art cover piece for the recently released HS fan album Fondly Regard Illustration! this one ^u^

which was then turned by the incredibly talented yuuDii into this amazing track, Measured Vengeance

little fun fact/story behind the piece also bc i assume some of you might recognize that its an edit of this Lord Demoness fanart i made last year, which i actually made because of the album!

so that piece wasn't my original submission for a cover art, but instead a second attempt kinda at the same concept, the original piece (which i made back in early 2024 and never posted anywhere before) was this one:

i drew this before the Lord Megido fanart which is how i thought of the concept initially, as sort of a follow up to an older drawing of Damara wearing only the Cairo Overcoat, but building up more on the idea of her overtaking LE, and adding now hints of her having dealt also with Scratch and HIC. i loved the idea, just didnt like how this composition came out for multiple reasons (LE skull being too small, not fitting properly in the canvas, her expression not fully convincing me, the way i drew her hair looking a little off (this was before i started drawing hers and her pre Scratch self's hair kinda differently), and just not finding the composition that interesting in general) yet i submitted the piece anyway trying to ignore all of that. months later tho it inspired me to redraw the concept, but improving on all of that, also considering i'd not have to worry on it being 1:1 canvas measurements. cue the Lord 'Mara fanart:

which is funnily enough still nowadays one of my favorite drawings of Damara i've made. also i kept the same headcanon timeline of her kicking some of the HS villains' ass and then taking over the Felt Mansion for some other Damara drawings. i nicknamed that version of Damara as Lord Megido:

so yea eventually i asked if it'd be ok to use an edited version of that fanart as the cover art instead since i liked more how that one came out, it was ok, so i did ^u^

also this was actually the fourth idea i had for a piece for the album, after considering drawing Damara in her Sailor Moon cosplay, a Dampor piece and something Psycholonials related, yet ultimately decided sweet precious Demoness doesn't have nearly enough fan music, so i settled on this one ^u^

so yea that's how Equestria was made, thanks for listening. go listen to the Fondly Regard Illustration album bc its full of fire pieces, both visual art pieces as well as musical art pieces (also a friend of mine also made a piece for one of the tracks, Connection to be more specific), and have the nice day ^u^

[mechncheese]

Helloo ur designs are very scrumptious and I love them smm especially ur thundercracker design made me draw again after so long!! I wanna ask how u choose a design for them while knowing how to design their alt mode

Awh thank you so much ! As for how I design them while keeping in mind alt modes, here’s my thought process when I’m designing bots ! I have a better understanding of flight frames (mostly because I have a lot of toys for Jet transformers and a whopping total of Zero Car transformers) than ground vehicles !

LONG POST here's a read more

General notes -

While designing TF characters, I design the robot mode first but I'm always keeping in the back of my mind what their alt mode is. I don't have a design for the alt mode yet but I've decided what vehicle the character will be !

I'm also always thinking about how what fits into where and how it would get there during the transformation process. I find that Flight Alts follow more of a pattern than Ground Alts. Ground Alts tend to have more range/variety when it comes to where parts go such as some having car doors as wings or some have their car doors on their arms and some have their feet as the front of their car modes while some have the chest as the front. A lot of Jets follow a similar formula, at least from what I've noticed but there are always exceptions !

You probably hear this a lot from most TF artists but breaking things down is very helpful, it's all just shapes and parts ! It’s kind of like solving a Rubik's Cube to me, and I love thinking about how parts fit into what, it itches my brain just right bahaha !

Also during transformations, sometimes Parts Just Appear, and you can honestly chalk it up to "It's something that's unseen in their robot mode" Like wheels. You don't have to have all their wheels visible but it's helpful keep in mind where they would be "stored" If it's stored in their legs that means that the legs should be the rear or front end of the car. If it's in their shoulders then the shoulders would be the rear or front end of the car and you can design them accordingly !

FLIGHT FRAMES,, I have an easier time with those so here's a visual of my brain when I'm thinking about them ! The underside of the alt mode.. Will always kind of Look a little Weird. It's normal I promise.

I'll make one for Ground Alts eventually but I am not fully confident about those yet !

Also watching toy reviews and also having figures has really helped my understanding on bot modes and the way they fit into alt modes ! If you’re looking for a more realistic way that bots would transform I highly recommend watching some tf toy reviews that go over transformations and articulations !

If I remember anything i’ll reblog with any additions but this is what I got for now !

[the-ultimate-puppeteer]

Being Mauvika's younger brother who survived 500 years in the abyss

This is basically the prolouge/outline for what I'm writing. I wanted to post this and see how people liked it. I'm gonna try to finish regardless, but in case I don't, I at least wanted this posted

You'd think that you'd get used to having a sister like mauvika. Pretty much everyone loves her and has something great to say about her. After all, she's the child prodigy, Natlan's sun and the Pyro archon, and who were you? You're Rehua, the oh so moody younger brother of Mavuika and older brother to Hine

Unfortunately, you're quite the outlier in natlan given how waspish you can be and having a delinquent like demeanor which ALWAYS causes someone to pick a fight with you and they ALWAYS get thrashed with it all getting capitalized by your not so positive relationship with your big sister. It's not like you hated her or were even jealous of her as a bunch of idiots kept asserting. She just annoyed the fuck outta you at times, on top of her constantly bothering you during moments where you wanted to be left alone, looking back you wouldn't be surprised if she had a brother complex you already think she has a sister complex towards Hine.

When you were younger, you weren't sure why, but she made you feel so uncomfortable at times. You know she cared about you and didn't want to hurt you. That never stopped the feeling from persisting though

You being called moody wasn't just some random label or insult people sadled you with, they're are many days that you actually have fun being with Mavuika and Hine just being normal siblings but on others it was hard to even be in the same room as her without being annoyed on some level. This unfortunately only got worse when she became an Archon, and people started dogpilling you about how you interact with your sister. Let's just say those idiots brave enough to try to lecture and corral you were lucky to only leave with black eyes and shattered pride since the ones who tried to push the issue got broken jaws instead

You're parents didn't help the situation since they noticed your attitude towards your big sister and of course you were “in the wrong or just being a contrarian, she's hasn't even done anything to make you treat her this way” it honestly always hurt to have your own feelings on the matter be disregarded like that

It's just, how could you enjoy being around her when you can so clearly tell that she's so willing to relinquish anything she holds dear for Natlan and its future. It made you feel like everything you'd built up with her meant nothing, you just felt so insignificant.

I guess that's why you were the only one who wasn't shocked when she told your family of her plan to head 500 years into the future. All it did was confirm that you were right, unfortunately.

After that you avoided her like the plague and when you did talk to her you just gave her the cold shoulder, and of course eventually she’d finally had enough of your attitude and tried to force the issue, most people would probably be intimidated by her with this approach they'd probably kowtow to her, thing is you weren't like them since for one you've never once been scared of Mavuika and two there's one thing about you that has always remained a constant, it's doesn't matter who's doing it, whether it's a Monster, Archon or a family member the only person in existence allowed to push you around will always only be you. So when she thought that she could intimidate you into talking to her well that sparked a fight and a big one that you ended up losing and in the aftermath she still tried to press for an answer fracturing your already fragile relationship further

Still you decided to at least let her know a little of how you felt and left her with the words, “what's the point in trying to talk things out with someone who's just going to discard me like a broken tool”,and with that you left ignoring the devastated look of her face,soon after that conversation she'd left on her 500 year journey to the future then a few years after at the age of 19 disappearing off the face of teyvet and into the depths of darkness known as the abyss

You have no idea how long you'd been in this place, it's not like you've got anyway of keeping track of time all you can really do is fight and sleep which is kinda good but still you were bored like super mega ultra bored

So when you'd suddenly felt something new happen in your surroundings, you pretty much booked it towards where felt was the epicenter and it was there that you'd meet the person who'd eventually become your fellow student and sparring partner(punching bag) the boy who would eventually be known as Childe

@thequietkid-moonie check it out

[myllui]

memories that happened in my SKZ reality that I’ll never forget (because I miss that reality so much)

One afternoon, Han, Hyunjin, and I went out to get a bubble tea. After grabbing our drinks, we decided to stop by a nearby pet store just to look around. As we walked through the different sections, we ended up in the area with cat beds. That’s when Jisung had the brilliant idea to throw himself onto one of them, making a pretty loud thud. Not even two seconds later, a security guard appeared, standing right in front of us and staring without saying a word. Jisung quickly got up, nervously laughing as he tried to fix the mess he’d made. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was almost choking on his bubble tea from laughing so hard, and eventually ran off. I just stood there in front of Jisung, not having the slightest clue how to help him. Minho, whos afraid of needles, came with me to get my tattoo and piercing. He also helped me with the aftercare. Vivienne Westwood announced me as an ambassador and the face of the brand. I was literallyyy freaking out Our first performance… we were ALL stressed and anxious, so much that I could feel my heart beating in my ears. The post-performance adrenaline really made me realize: “I did it. I’m here.” For my first Fashion Week, I went alone, and all the members sent me encouraging messages in the group chat while I was about to board the plane (I cried). I adopted a black cat that had snuck into my house, and I named her Luna <33 Minho texts me about 20 times a day just to remind me to drink water since he knows I forgot to drink it. :\

(It’s not over yet… maybe part two coming soon?)

[annarobszombies]

Can you make a fic of tsukasa and gn reader having their first time after restoring the world and I know I'm asking too much but you could also do some headcanons since they meet and how they starting to dating post and pre purificación.

Please<3

Fun fact: Tsukasa Relationship Headcanons was on my list to do soon, so I'm gonna use this chance to do it now :3

Relationship Headcanons: Tsukasa Shishio

SFW

You meet entirely by chance

You're at the hospital visiting a sick family member, and end up running into him in the hallway while he's going to see his sister

The two of you say polite hellos, and move on

Not expecting to see each other again

But you do

You meet in the lobby, the cafeteria, and again in the hall

Eventually, you jokingly ask if he's stalking you, which has him stunned and a bit flustered

Your relationship starts slow, little more than friendship and shoulders to lean on when things seem dark

He invites you to see him fight, and though you don't always go due to conflicting schedules

He always brightens up when he sees you in the crowd

You become an official couple on a random Tuesday after school

He just drops the question on you when the two of you meet in the park by the hospital, and you agree without a single second thought

He becomes rather protective of you, which gets worse post-petrification

Not a big talker, but is a big listener

Loves him some quality time

Not great with touch at first, but he warms up to it

Doesn't really get jealous easily, but does get annoyed if you tell him someone is getting too friendly

Struggles to decide whether he should wake you or not in the stone world

One one hand, he missed and needed you

But on the other, he's not sure you'd love him the way he was now

He finally decides his want of your presence is greater than his fear, and frees you from the stone

Follows you around like a lost puppy

Has to sleep either with or near you, otherwise he can't be at peace

You're the only one who isn't the littlest bit afraid of him

And honestly, he needs that right now

You're the first person who is introduced to his sister when she is revived as well

The two of you are fast friends, and you take excellent care of her

Which just makes him fall for you even more

NSFW

Your first time together is probably once the world is stabilized

The two of you are in your home, quiet and comfortable

He looks at you, takes your hand, and just asks if you want to try it together

You're the only one he's ever wanted, and he can't imagine having anyone else

It's slow and a little awkward, but you two get the hang of each other easily

But once he's had you once, he can't get enough of you

Will come up behind you, peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders, hands roaming your body in places that make you shiver and moan

Likes having you on top of him

He's always the one overpowering others, so he loves it when you push him back and take the lead

Let his mind melt a little

Doesn't like to be rough with you, at least, not very often

Shower! Sex!

Can, has, and will join you in the shower and press you against the wall

Very gentlemanly about aftercare

You don't have to get up and do a thing, he's already getting towels and water and whatever else you need

Wants to just be close to you afterwards, so expect lots of skin to skin cuddling

Could live the rest of his life buried inside you and not have a single complaint.

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Against the Odd Pt. 19

I was going to wait to post this, but I'm bored at work (literally where I wrote this whole chapter, I really just be sitting here all day) and decided fuck it we ball. This one is mostly a gap builder for the start of the trilogy. We all needed a break from constant pain. Enjoy!

XIX: It’s Tactless, It’s a Test

It took me a year to really understand and forgive what happened with Burdock. 

I never really blamed Haymitch, if I was being honest. I mostly blamed myself. Put in my husband’s shoes, I would have done the same thing. 

Besides, it was my body that betrayed me. My womb couldn't carry a child. If things were different, if I wasn’t so broken, maybe in some way Burdock would still be alive. 

Haymitch drank more after his passing, and I spent more time trying my best to make sure Katniss and Prim didn’t struggle too much. I owed them more, the fear that one day the girls might find out the cause of the mining accident kept me up more nights that I’d like to admit. Burdock's death took a heavy toll on Astrid, breaking something quintessential inside of her. She went comatose, refusing to do anything but sit in bed and stare. The small amount the Everdeen’s got from his death was hardly enough to sustain the kids for a few months, let alone a full year. With barely any income, Katniss resorted to using the skills her father gave her to hunt game, selling and trading at the Hob. 

Every week when food was dropped off in Victor’s Village, I took half and put it aside, cooking meals for the girls. Katniss could hunt like her father, but she wasn’t the best at putting it all together into a meal. She’d gotten especially good after meeting Hazelle’s son, Gale, who taught her more about setting traps and checking them. 

It took about 6 months for someone in the Capitol to notice that we were going through our food faster than usual. After that we got less and less, enough for two people and no more or less. 

I would go to the Hob with her when she traded, picking up liquor for Haymitch and shooting daggers when people would try and pull a fast one on Katniss. Eventually it came time for her to take out tesserae, which would have made her father turn in his grave. 

I walked her to her first reaping, holding her and Prim close to my side while Astrid followed behind, head down and face blank. I left a kiss on Katniss’s head, reassuring her as best I could before leading her mother and sister to the viewers section. I held Prim tight to me and gripped Astrid’s hand as they called out the tributes, heaving a sigh of relief that Katniss wasn’t chosen. 

Haymitch chose to distance himself completely from the Everdeen’s, refusing to ask about them when I returned from my daily check in’s. I would just sigh, handing him another glass of alcohol and collapsing into his side, letting him pull my legs over his lap while he took long sips. I held the girls closer than ever, arguing that if they were as near to me as possible, it would be harder for Snow to get them alone and hurt them. 

We didn’t make much small talk anymore, letting silence overtake us. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and there wasn’t animosity behind it, we just didn’t have much to say. The constant fear and deaths had taken their toll, leaving both of us numb and flayed open. We still found each other in gentle touches, sweet kisses and featherlight hands. 

More times than not, when the pain got too much, we’d find ourselves tumbling into bed, soft touches breathing enough life in the both of us to stabilize the loss we’d endured. 

I still loved Haymitch, that would never change. He was my world, along with the girls. If I didn’t love him as fiercely as I did, I would have joined the others to their graves years ago. I knew if I was gone, he would completely go off the deep end, and I would never let that happen. 

It took the arrival and subsequent winner of the 70th games to throw Snow onto our tracks again. 

Annie Cresta, a wide eyed girl from District 4, would be the beginning of the end for us. 

We had received the letter a few months after she won. Haymitch had been given a fair warning from Mags the last time we were in the Capitol for her Victory Tour party. Annie had gone off the deep end, madness setting in and twisting her mind. She wasn’t satisfying Capitol citizens, none of them wanting a girl five seconds away from combusting in their bed. Finnick had tried everything to pick up her slack, but they had grown slightly tired of him, needing something new to look at. The winners before between Annie and Finnick had all been careers, which while beautiful to look at, gave the same depth everytime. The people wanted someone with an edge, someone different from the usual overly primed tributes. 

So the next best choice was us. 

We were already required to do annual check in’s with Cesar, the Capitol fawning over our great love story, ignoring the hurt that was permanently etched into our eyes. Finally, with extreme protest from Haymitch that I attempted to quell, the train came for me. He thrashed against peacekeepers, screaming my name until his throat went horse as Effie guided me to my room, promising my husband that she would not let me leave her sight while I was there. 

Effie was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. She stood beside me as they wheeled me into the surgical room, and she was there when I woke up, calling nurses for morphling and making sure ice chips were at the ready. 

“They said it wasn’t as bad as they expected, especially for someone that was so young, and without access to proper medical procedures. There was some scar tissue they cleared out, among other things, but they are confident you will be healthy enough to have more children.” Effie explained, grinning and petting my head. I tried to hold back tears, a few escaping and slipping down my face silently. She must have thought they were from joy, rather than the absolute dread that hit my stomach. 

I was hauled back to Haymitch within the day, keeled over in pain as he met us at the train station. Within seconds of seeing me, he was wrapping an arm around my back and under my knee, carrying me back to our home without another word to Effie. 

He had set me in the bed as gently as possible, running his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth like a mother hen. Every groan from me had him running downstairs, fetching tea, crackers, soup and morphling. 

A few days after, still in a haze of drugs, he’d leaned in and shed a few tears. 

“My brave girl, what have they done to you?” He’d whispered, sobs barely contained. I could barely answer him, instead squeezing his hand to try and bring him comfort. 

“You don’t deserve this life, caring for a drunk and two broken kids who lost their father. You should never have had to deal with this absolute shit hand you were dealt. I sure as hell don’t deserve you– and I’m so fucking selfish for loving you like I do… needing you like I do. I’ve failed you, brought you straight into my fucked up world and asked you to stay. Any apology I give you will never be enough.” My chest tightened as I listened to him, his voice so broken, so full of grief it threatened to turn him inside out. 

I had just squeezed harder, attempting to speak. 

“I– I lo— I love you.” Was all I managed to get out, which seemed to soothe his cries, if only for a second. 

Things became settled between us after that. Haymitch managed to put the drink down for an hour longer than usual, choosing to use that time instead to make love to me. A baby announcement was expected, and by winter of that year, it had arrived. 

Haymitch and I were hauled to live in our apartment at the Capitol the moment a positive pregnancy test reached President Snow’s desk. It was January, which meant that for the first time I would be in the Capitol with my husband for the reaping and games. 

Haymitch, of course, did not let me leave our apartment unless he was glued to my side. 

The pinpad was locked to everyone but us, leaving me with hours of watching shitty movies while he met with the tributes, attended events, and sat in the common room with the rest of the mentors while the cannons went off. 

District 12 was out of the running within minutes, and Haymitch was right back up to coddle me. 

He was a doting husband, which seemed to leave a pang in my chest for all I had missed out on when pregnant with Wiley. He made sure to get whatever I was craving, rubbed my back and feet three times a day, took me on walks, and held me close whenever my emotions got the better of me, intently listening to all my fears. 

“What if they are reaped? 

“What if I almost bleed out again?” 

“How can I be a good mother if I couldn’t even protect my first child? How could Wiley ever forgive me for having another?” 

He shushed me through it all, validating my fears while also reminding me he was here to bear them with me. 

“If they’re reaped, I will do everything I can to bring them back. I’ll bribe a gamemaker, offer my head on a silver platter to sponsors. They’ll make it out.” 

“We are in the Capitol, the epicenter of medical advancements. No one will let you bleed out. They’ll give you good drugs, and when you wake up you’ll be perfectly fine, and I’ll be right beside you holding your hand.”

“You are the best mother, not only were you the greatest mother to Wiley, but look how well you care for Katniss and Prim. Wiley was young, but he was smarter than we give him credit for. He knew you did the best with what you could, Y/N, and he adored you for it. He’s watching over his sibling, and he’s going to make sure they’re okay.”

Our girl was born in the fall, our sweet Twyla. 

She resembled Haymitch the most, facial features a mirror to his. The only thing she shared with me was my hair color, soft tufts already coming in, taking on the shape of her father’s waves. They’d cut her out of me, not willing to risk another hemorrhaging situation. I begged for Haymitch to be present, which was allowed, though not without protest from the nurses. In 12, the fathers were often not able to be present due to work, but if by some chance they were home, it was expected that they stay firmly seated next to their wives, offering as much support as possible. 

It seems that was not the case in the Capitol. 

Haymitch had chosen her name while I slept, something I told him I’d prefer. Twyla was gentle, like the lull of our cigarettes under the stars. It was kind and sweet, sparkling in the darkness of the night. It was completely our little girl. 

I woke up from surgery to find him rocking her in his arms, unable to tear his eyes away from her sleeping face. For a man who’d never wanted children, he was completely wrapped around her finger from the moment she took her first cry. 

We headed back three nights later, coming home to an elaborate crib carved in the shape of a swan, bright pink walls with confetti and balloons. Effie Trinket and her prep team had put things together while we were gone, brimming with excitement to show us the horror of our daughter’s bedroom. 

The moment she left, I looked at Haymitch, Twyla sleeping in my arms. 

“Go to the hob and do whatever you can to find purple paint.” 

He laughed, something I felt like I hadn’t heard in years, before whisking away and spending most of the day bartering through can after can until he found the perfect shade of violet. 

We repainted, even going so far as to add white stars in certain places, making the bedroom into a night sky, the swan rocking our girl to sleep. 

Twyla grew with the cameras in her face as minimally as possible. She was the darling child of the Capitol, but she was still kept as private as we could possibly keep her. They would never know the true date she took her first step, what foods she liked or didn’t like, her favorite stuffed animal or the time of night she woke screaming for someone to hold her. 

She turned 3 the year Katniss turned 16, the year Prim turned 12. 

Both girls had met Twyla, played with her in my old house while I patched up their clothes. Haymitch wanted her to have minimal time with other people, begging me not to bring her to the hob when I went. 

“Haymitch, we can’t just keep her captive here all her life. She needs to experience life, other people.” 

He shook his head, arms across his chest, peering down into the crib. 

“She meets enough people when Cesar shoves that goddamn camera in her face.” He grumbled. I placed a hand on his shoulder, soothing circles traced with my finger. 

“Baby, normal people. People like you and I.” He rolled his eyes, giving me a pointed stare. 

“Ain’t no one like us, sweetpea. What we’ve been through, no one else has had the pleasure.” It was my turn to grumble at him, rolling my own eyes back. 

If there was one thing we couldn’t argue about, it was Twyla’s attendance at the reaping. 

I’d made a stack cake for Haymitch the night before, putting it in the fridge to take out that morning. Twyla had cooed and giggled, swiping the frosting and stealing a lick with her grubby toddler hands. She was bolder than Wiley had been, which made my heart clench so tight it knocked the wind out of me. 

I missed my boy everyday of my life, but especially while watching my girl grow up. 

Haymitch sleepily entered the kitchen, a grin breaking out on his face at Twyla’s greeting. 

“Papa! Papa look!” her smile was mostly gums, pointing rapidly at the cake. He scooped her up, holding her close and bouncing her in his arms. 

“That for me, baby doll?” he grinned at her, tickling her tummy and causing a fit of squeals. 

I brought the cake to the table, setting it down and pulling Haymitch and Twyla to my side, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then hers. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

We’d gotten better about celebrating it over the last two years, Haymitch wanting to connote reaping day to happier memories while he still could.  She was emotionally intune, sensitive to when either of her parents were feeling particularly broken. She’d make grabby hands at us when we stared too long away from her, caught in a web of memories. Our baby had made it a habit to plant her hands on our cheeks, peering into our eyes before flopping her head straight into our chests, nuzzling in with soft breaths against our skin. 

We all ate a slice of cake before getting ready to head to the square. Haymitch would have to go onstage, and I would take Twyla with me to pick up Prim, Katniss and Astrid. We parted ways, a chaste but sweet kiss shared between us, a promise that we would say goodbyes before he left for the Capitol later. 

I met the Everdeen’s at their house, Prim fiddling with her dress while Katniss chased her, trying to get her to “tuck in that tail, little duck.” 

Astrid lit up at the sight of Twyla, reaching out for her. She’d been gradually doing better, but still was nowhere near where she was before Burdock had passed. My girl giggled at her, playing with a strand of blonde hair. 

I took Prim and Katniss’s hand, squeezing tight and giving them a tight smile. Katniss and I had talked Prim through what to expect on reaping day, preparing her for what it was like to be in the pool of prospective tributes. 

“Let’s get this over with, shall we? Afterwards, we can sneak some of Haymitch’s cake for dinner.” I said, watching my girls sneak a smile to each other, Katniss’s eyes grateful as we headed to the dreaded square. 

[nocturnalshift]

Just Survive Somehow

an introduction to my TWD DR

anti shifters DNFI, thanks <3

I. How many walkers have you killed?

Georgia, 2012 — Georgia was never meant to be our home. What started as a simple vacation to celebrate my sister’s birthday twisted into a two-year war for survival. Somewhere along the way, we found Vixen Smith, who quickly became family, the third piece of a bond forged in blood and quiet promises.

One day, brittle with exhaustion and running on nothing but instinct, we stumbled upon the West Georgia Correctional Facility. To our surprise, the place was already claimed, and the group was wary to welcome us. All except one. Daryl fought for us when no one else would, standing between us and the cold edge of rejection.

And when the man before us asked, “How many walkers have you killed?” we knew we had made it. We were home.

MORE ABOUT THIS DR

it doesn’t follow the plot at all, i’ve kept very little of it

it's 100% humans vs walkers — there's no drama between different groups of survivors; we all help each other

it has a western and southern gothic vibe — some of the supply runs feel more like an Ethel Cain song

heavy on the found family trope + traveling around the post-apocalyptic world

my shifter bestie (@vixenshifts) is in the dr. we stay at the prison for a while until we decide to search for our parents. eventually, we find them in Alexandria and move in with the group

S/O: Daryl Dixon

[system-of-a-feather]

Thoughts on Anti-Endo Rhetoric and Pro-Functional Multiplicity Values

This isn't meant to be a callout post or a "gotcha" or anything hostile at all; it's really meant to be me pointing out a logical inconsistency I don't really get within the anti-endo perspective of things, because as someone who was once anti-endo and is now pro-endo (in the definition of "Endos are fine and I support them existing without harassment")

But I don't understand how you can both be anti-endo and support the practice and idea of Functional Multiplicity?

The idea of anti-endos is that one can't choose to be Plural, that someone can't become Plural, and that to be Plural you have to have dissociation and thus also have trauma.

But with that line of thought, what happens when a system with DID recovers to the point of having no dissociation?

If dissociation is required for plurality, under that logic, then can anyone who reaches functional multiplicity with a CDD truly call themselves healed? If so, are we really comfortable saying that functional multiplicity isn't a real or true form of healing?

Or alternatively, if we say that it is still a valid form of recovery / healing because PTSD symptoms are gone and the dissociation is still their albeit non-disruptive, are we going to just ignore the people who have recovered, gained functional multiplicity and claim to not have dissociation?

In that case, are we comfortable saying that people who have spent years in therapy working with their CDD don't know what dissociation is and what they feel and are incorrect in understanding their experiences?

If dissociation is required for plurality, under that logic, would recovery and the remission of dissociation require fusion into one whole? Because if plurality and dissociation are inherently tied and required, then should it not be possible to have plural experiences without dissociation? Thus if dissociation goes, then shouldn't everyone automatically fuse and cease to experience plurality?

I'm not asking this to play "gotcha" games with anti-endos, I'm asking it genuinely because honestly, these were things I really had to question as I recovered, hit functional multiplicity, final fusion, and then decided to choose to operate as plural whenever I felt like it and as a single fused whole at other times.

These questions are unironically a large reason I became heavily pro-endo (again in the "let them be, theyre not harming anyone and I think they should be allowed to be themselves" way, I still dont know much about endos as a community or subculture or whatever you want to label it). I've had these questions and thoughts for at least two or three years now, but I've never mentioned them on the account I didn't feel like I knew how to word it in a way that wasn't inflammatory in nature until now.

I could not rationalize how the trajectory of my recovery, my eventual reaching of functional multiplicity, my achieving of final fusion, and then my decision to still be plural could live side by side with my anti-endo then syscourse-neutral stance. I could not rationalize or find a genuinely good way to make both my experiences and my own actions to stay consistent with any real gripes or doubts I had about endogenic systems and created systemhood.

I guess one could say that people who had a CDD and recovered can do that because "system" is a CDD term and they have a right to that term, which to that I guess we can agree to disagree. I don't think system is a word people with CDDs own, even more so for the word "plural" and that disagreement hinges on that. If that's your stance, then feel free to just ignore this post because I'm not really interested in discussing semantics and word ownership right now, this post is just about opening discussion for people that do make the claim that dissociation is inherent to plurality and how their stance with that aligns with their views of Functional Multiplicity.

Also this is a judgement free and respectful space for BOTH opinion sides. If you are going to be mean or nasty to people in this conversation, also please leave this post alone.

I'd like anyone who would like to argue and debate and prove their point right to DNI with this post.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

https://www.tumblr.com/dark-lord-of-awesomeness/775538436137517056/what-if-soos-in-the-princess-stan-au-is-just-a

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Been awhile since we talked about Princess Stan Soos

Does Soos also become a Princess?

Soos's story is really up to if I decide to break the timeline here, because I can 100% make a role for every gravity falls character pre and post dragon curse breaking. If I do decide to break it then tiny little like, 6 yr old Soos is going to roll up to the castle to hand Stan the letter about being the new scapegoat for the surrounding villages because he's the only one brave enough to knock on the front door. Why 6? Because if I'm breaking the timeline that gives me 1 in fic year to figure out how treenager Dan has Wendy. Soos then becomes the messenger going back and forth so he can see the rad dragon and the very cool princess dude. Then becomes Stan's official messenger when the dragon thing is resolved, hangs out around the castle so much and interacts with Stan he catches dad feelings.

If time flows normally, then 20ish years down the line soos gets pity hired as like, Stan's errand runner then eventually becomes Stan's everyman. If Stan needs something, he gets soos to figure it out. Then catches dad feelings.

Either way, when 22 yr old soos is officially recognized as princess Soosel there's a lot if tears. And confusion, because who is this kid? Where did he come from? Is he in line to inherit or????

[tenderbeck]

You suffer, too (and it’s all my fault)

── ❦・⸝⸝ pairing: fiend!sylus x sorceress!mc

── ❦・⸝⸝ genre: angst, nsfw for gore thematics, MDNI

── ❦・⸝⸝ word count: 1.7k

── ❦・⸝⸝ tags: hanahaki disease, not really the same just inspired by it so it's my own version, blood and gore, it's not the main focus but it's there, angst with an happy ending, i mean it's inspired by sylus' myth so do the math for the after ending :"), implied future character death

── ❦・⸝⸝ links: ao3, x thread

── ❦・⸝⸝ summary: Sylus is sick. He doesn't need a diagnosis, he already knows what he has. This curse is present in his kin's blood since the beginning of time. He is cursed with love, and love is going to get him killed. Two bloodied hands engulf his heart, squeeze it and then throw it on the ground to let it rot there. Even if his heart is all cut and bruised, it faintly follows the beat of hers. But oh, isn't death sweet when it comes from the tenderest touch?

this is my only lads account, i'll only post my writings here, on ao3 and x NOT IN ANY OTHER BLOGS / ACCOUNTS

── ❦・⸝⸝ author's note: hi baby bats!! this is the first fic i've written in the LaDS' fandom (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) the glasses with the rose in promise inspired me so much i had to write something about it, so here we are with my own version of hanahaki disease. english is not my first language so please bear with the eventual mistakes.

In a world where the one who loves coughs petals, the beloved suffers too.

He discovered his disease just like that. One day he was fine, or, at least, as fine as someone chained up for eternity could be, then she came into the picture. First, she unchained him, then she gave him a name. His name. She occupied every corner of his den with her scent. A glimpse of her shadow alone could make him feel like he found the most precious jewel in the world and he wanted to add her to his collection, whom he guarded jealously.

Then he discovered the first sign. He felt something stuck in his throat and, when he coughed, a red petal came out of his mouth. He was confused but decided to disregard it: he hoped it was a coincidence.

Then it became a daily occurrence, coughing petals whenever he thought of her. It was becoming so evident that now even she knew something was wrong. “We should look this up” she said one day. When she sang for him, they remained out to observe the stars together but his coughing became unbearable. “I can search some sorcery books about this, it seems like some type of enchantment is involved”. “You don’t have to worry your pretty head about this kitten, I’ve got it under control” replied Sylus. He knew exactly what it was but it couldn’t be possible. He wasn’t capable of feeling human emotions.

Right?

Then, one day, when he was checking his treasures, he heard it. “Sylus?” there was confusion in her voice, but the first thing he noticed was hurt. She was hurting. He whipped his head around and paled when he saw her: tears were streaming down her face from one eye, and the other… “Please Sylus, tell me I’m dreaming”. A rose stemmed from her left eye and it was dripping blood. It looked painful and it was all his fault. He rushed to her side and cupped her face to inspect her eye: the illness was at the last stage, but how? It couldn’t be possible, unless…

“Sylus please tell me what’s happening to me” she said while sniffling. “First you coughing petals, now this” she put a hand over his arm “I– I cant see from my left eye”. She looked up at him, her expression was distraught “it hurts so much”. “Sweetie, I–“ he sighed, almost trembling, then took her hand and guided her to his bedding to sit down and she followed him like a lost puppy.

Oh, who has his fierce sorceress become? First a lioness, now a scared house cat. He needed to fix this as soon as possible. He needed to have her back.

As they sat, he began to speak “kitten, I know you’re hurting” he gently stoked her right cheek “but now listen to my story, it’s important that you understand what it’s going to happen and why”. She nodded, tears and blood still streaming down her face. “In my kin there’s a curse as old as time” he started, looking at her “to deter us from becoming weak, we are born with this illness, which consists in coughing rose petals when…” he averted his gaze, he couldn’t muster to say it. How could he say that to her? But looking at her expectant face, where he found so much hope, he had to find the courage to say it. To admit it.

“When?” she asked, drying a bloody tear fallen from the rose nestled in her eye. He took a deep breath, coughed some petals again, and then answered “when one of my kin is feeling emotions. Human emotions”. “Which emotions are you feeling that make you so sick? Your coughing is getting worse” she said preoccupied.

Even in a situation like this, she could find the strength to worry for him.

“And what that has to do with my eye?” she said, confusion evident on her features. Sylus gently stroked her face and continued “that’s the other part, this illness also infects the person to whom these emotions are directed”. It was hard to admit it, but if he wanted to save himself (her) he had to say it all. Even if it meant admitting he was feeling something that his kind never even once felt.

“And which is the emotion that you’re directing to me?” she took his hand and waited, tears and blood still evident on her ethereal face.

“It’s love, kitten” Sylus finally had the courage to say. To admit to himself. “It’s love that I’m feeling”. She looked at him as if he grew two heads, and he might as well have given the way he was feeling.

Feeling, such a strange thing for a fiend.

“What? Love?” by her tone, he feared she was scared or worse, repulsed by him. But she tightened her grip on his hand, as if she was scared he’d let her go.

He could never.

“Yes sweetie. I fear my love for you has led to our demise.”

“But how could it happen in one night?” she asked again, ever the curious kitten. “I mean… you started to cough several weeks ago, why has the rose appeared now?”. Sylus thought for a bit, and then answered “the only explanation I can give you is that, given its sudden appearance and the stage of the illness,” he stroked the rose’s petals as he spoke “you’re in love with me too”. She was astonished, but he caught some red tinting her cheeks. He smirked, figuring that some playfulness could sweeten the thing he had to say later. “I am right, aren’t I, kitten?”. She looked at his face, then at their intertwined hands, and then at him again “I think you’ve carved a spot in my heart that has become too big to ignore”.

He gently smiled at her, knowing how this will turn out in the end. But he didn’t care now. As he looked at her face, the first thing he wanted to do was to get rid of this rose. As he finished this thought, she grimaced and the rose started dripping bloody tears again. She tried to dry them with her hand, but the result was only blood smearing on her face. He must admit that, even in this state, all covered in blood and hurting, she still looked fierce. She still looked as beautiful as a ruby.

“Please, tell me you know how you get rid of this rose” she tried to touch it but then retracted her hand as soon as the fingers graced the flower “it hurts Sylus, so much”. The pain in her voice made him restless, he wanted to do it quickly but he knew he couldn’t. “Kitten, now you have to do as i say, but please rest assured that I’ll handle this with the outmost care”. She slowly nodded, so he took her and placed her in his lap, back to chest. He placed her head on his gem and entangled her waist with his tail, to keep her from moving. “Sweetie, now I have to manually remove the rose”. She gasped in the middle of hiccups: she was crying a lot and he couldn’t bear this sight. He couldn’t bear to be the one to have reduced her to this.

“Why?”.

Sylus almost couldn’t hear her whisper. “Why what?”

“Why is this curse so cruel. To you. To me” she said, still crying. “Just, why would someone treat your kin and the ones they loved like this”. He sighed. As always, her way of thinking mesmerised him. “It’s a test”. “A test for what?”. “Loyalty”. He couldn’t phrase it any better, it was as simple as that: loyalty. “The pain you’re going to endure now will be so unbearable to most humans that, in the end, you’ll curse me and I’ll end up dying by your hand”.

“Never” she was so quick to reply. “I’ll never curse you” she held his hand. “I’ll never kill you” she took it near her mouth. “Do what you have to do, i can handle it. I’m not like any human” she spoke against it and then kissed it. Sylus nodded, then he tightened his tail around her waist while wiith one hand he held still her head, and with the other he took the rose.

“It’s going to hurt, kitten”.

“I’m ready”.

He held the rose firmly and started to pull. Blood started dripping from her eye socket and she moaned in pain. The more he pulled, the more the flower tried to resist and the more blood dripped in her face. And the more she hurt.  He noticed that she was gritting her teeth trying not to scream. “Here, sweetie” he said, as he placed his hand in her mouth and she immediately bit down hard.

“Good girl”.

He continued to pull, now only the rose’s stem was remaining. It was full of thorns and she was screaming while biting his hand. He couldn’t bear this sight, he had to finish this soon. “Kitten we’re almost done”. He placed a kiss on her head and finished to pull the rose out: now her eye was at its place, but with a stem attached to its pupil. He made a quick downward movement and the stem detached itself from the eye, freeing her from her agony. He looked down and noticed that her dress was covered in blood, as were her face, neck and chest. 

She was quiet for a moment, breathing heavily. Then she turned and straddled on his lap. Her face as of now was the most beautiful thing Sylus ever saw. Maybe because she was looking at him with nothing but love. How much violence did it take to have that look on one’s features?

But in the end, violence was the only thing his kin knew.

She put her bloodied hands on his cheeks, dirtying his face, then placed her forehead on his and spoke “I told you i could take it”. He had closed his eyes but swore she was smiling. She then did something unexpected: she kissed him. He was almost taken aback.

Almost.

He held her tight against his chest and gently kissed her back, tasting something that was a mix of iron and flowers and everything her.

Maybe his kin didn’t only know violence.

Maybe they knew love, too.

“My fiend” she whispered against his lips.

Maybe he liked this.

Maybe he liked the idea that these bloodied hands, that held him so tenderly now, would be the very same hands that would bring him death.

── ❦・⸝⸝ author's note: please let me know what do you think, kind feedback is really appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

p.s.: you can find me on twitter @/tenderbeck where i post lads related stuff!! love you all ♡

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