#and it’s ruled a mystery. nobody really knows what happened and there’s no way to investigate because it’s obviously paranormal in nature
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thinking about brian aurum again guys. also like beware the tags genuinely this time he has a bad time
#I want to talk in the tags but it would get dark. so ->#cw suicide#cw self harm#HEED THOSE TAGS PLEASE. anyway Brian Aurum the self destructive mess of a man that you are#always had been. getting into a relationship with a woman he knew was using him for money. never running when she turned sour#saving his son by sending him away but taking so much longer to get the courage to leave himself#and then when he does. he soon finds his son dead. that despite everything he gave for that boy to get a better life he wouldn’t have there#he still died anyway#and it’s ruled a mystery. nobody really knows what happened and there’s no way to investigate because it’s obviously paranormal in nature#and Brian doesn’t know what to do so he turns to destroying himself. maybe not through the means you’d think like drugs and alcohol#but still rotting. still slowly destroying himself in the way you do when you no longer have a reason#but you also lack the courage to pull the trigger#just. alive. not even really surviving. just alive and waiting for death to get sick of you#so when he’s killed in what’s labelled an accident#everyone who knew him (no matter how much he tried to isolate himself) knows it wasn’t entirely unintentional#that Brian had the time to save his wing but he couldn’t make himself do it.#and when Clockwork Present brings him back in a new world. The idea of maybe his Gabriel being alive here too drives him#he doesn’t really believe it. he’s running on empty still and he knows it#but Present’s shadiness about it gives him just enough to keep it as his purpose. he needs one. if he doesn’t then he wastes his life again#and even if it’s cruel in his eyes to bring a man who wanted death back from it.#Clockwork Present never comments on how hard it is for Brian to wake up or keep going some days. And Brian is at least grateful for that#can. can anyone hear me atp#brian aurum#k bye
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hi sorry to bother u about this, i searched around transmasc subreddits for an answer to this and while i saw a few people joking about getting dry cramps, nobody seems to know what this is. and i vaguely remember seeing a post by you mentioning "mystery cramps" in a post also about vaginal atrophy, but I didnt pay attention to the post much at the time bc at that point i wasnt experiencing atrophy or mystery cramps.
but now I'm a bit over a year on T, (my periods stopped only about 4 months ago though, because i was on a much lower dose than most for a lot longer time than most. that ~4 months ago time frame lines up with upping my dose from 0.2 to 0.3ml. i'm on 0.4ml tho now as of about 3 weeks ago) and suddenly i'm getting "mystery cramps" sometimes, it seems to happen especially the night before my T-shot day, (but i cant say that with certainty—i know i'm having them right now and my shot day is tomorrow morning, and i think thats been the case, but i dont know for sure) and they feel exactly like period cramps. to the point where i feel super paranoid that maybe i've been injecting improperly and the testosterone isnt absorbing right and my period is actually coming back. (something i often have nightmares about)
i searched your blog again for that post and did find it, (the one about estradiol cream treating it) but the wording of it is a little unclear and i wanted to just clarify that this is the same thing youre talking about? or if what im experiencing is different than the "mystery cramps" you meant and i should see a doctor
I am for sure not a doctor, and I think you should see one either way!
My personal understanding of the "mystery cramps" is that it's a part of "vaginal atrophy" that some, but not all trans folks who go on T experience, and it usually doesn't start until a couple of years on T ( which is also, to my knowledge, based on more standard doses as opposed to "low-dose" T).
Mine started about two years in, and was happening occasionally at first- always at night, and often the day before my T shot- then progressed to several nights a week over time. Nowadays I tend to experience cramping almost every time I so much as miss one dose of estradiol. Ibuprofen and Midol are the only OTC pain relievers that seem to do the trick, and the cramping will keep me up through the entire night untreated. It also tends to come in fairly predictable waves (spaced maybe 15-30 minutes apart) and right before I started estradiol, I remember getting some light spotting as well.
iirc, I talked to my PCP when it was just starting up, and their response was along the lines of "that's weird, let's keep an eye on it". I moved and didn't have a PCP for a while, so when the spotting started, I went to a walk-in urgent care clinic and talked to them. They gave me a referral for an ultrasound, and encouraged me to go to a "women's health" clinic that had long history of specializing in trans care as well. When I talked to the folks at that clinic, they encouraged me to go through with the ultrasound (I didn't), and prescribed estradiol cream because I asked them to and they didn't see a reason not to try it.
If you think it's possible this is what's going on with you, I would really encourage you to talk to a doctor, specifically bring up research around this issue and estradiol cream as a treatment option, and ask them if there's a reason not to try it just to see if it does anything for you. If nothing else, estradiol cream also treats vaginal dryness, tightness, and inflammation (other symptoms of "vaginal atrophy"), so it might be worth a shot for those reasons anyway!
And don't do what I did; if they want you to do an ultrasound or whatever else, go with it, and rule out other possibilities. Listen to medical advice from medical professionals who know your medical history and who you trust are listening to you & know what they're talking about.
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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ fic recs
CW: these works contain explicit content intended for those 18+. make sure to read the rules of the writers before interacting.
@peterthepark : coming back to this blog made me realize when exactly i started back reading fanfic fr. the moment that was eddie mf munson, touched something in me. reign was one of my first intros that really stuck with me. it kinda blew my mind and scared me at the same time because i was like…how do i move on…what’s better than this??? brilliance. creative genius. like what more do you want from me? reign, i miss you. <3
i rec literally anything she’s written about eddie or tasm!peter parker.
@ohcaptains : i really don’t know what to tell you man. leah. is. HER. she simply does not miss. funny story: when i first started my old blog, it was ageless so i ended up getting blocked. so i pm’d her basically begging to come back home because i knew what i had lost. i’m not ashamed.
"dealers choice" - if you happened to miss the moment that was eddie munson or you miss his character or you were never really into him, this lil universe is for you. <3
"learning in public" - carmy x fem!reader. he needs it. he wants it. he has to have it. a man on his knees. enjoy.
"don't you dare fall in love" - heads up this one was discontinued and will not be continued (so don’t go harassing her about it) but the last part has an open ending so don’t let that stop you. college student/dealer!ellie x fem!reader. it’s beautiful and perfect. enjoy.
also ALL of her frank castle, abby anderson, tasm!peter parker fics. thank youuu
@inknopewetrust : this woman is a W R I T E R. the beautiful angsty things that come from her brain need to be cherished. thank you for your service.
“hoping i’ll find [a glimpse of us]” - when i tell you this shit was so fricking good!!!!!?! another piece of LITERATURE that i couldn’t believe i got to read for free on tumblr. i am such a sucker for a angsty slow burn and this still lives in me head rent free to this day. the tension had me giggling and laughing and biting my nail and crying. i need to spin back. i need to feel something!!
“secret” : now this one was a sexy forbidden romance. eddie’s our man who isn’t our man but is and oh m gee the angst in this one got me too, though it wasn’t as much. preppy!reader x eddie munson iykyk.
@etherealising : the absolute sweetest person i’ve met on here. every interaction i have with her just makes me smile. on TOP of that she’s a beautiful writer and storyteller. vee you have my heart.
“all i ever knew only you” - the best carmy x oc fic i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading on here. i’m so emotionally attached to this series, its characters and i think it has such re-readablity . the characterization is also so well done carmy x baby 4life. it’s currently discontinued but she is currently doing a rewrite and it’s going really well! in the meantime, please don’t let that stop you from reading the original while it’s still up. you won’t regret it.
“a buried and a burning flame” - vee single-handedly has me looking a richie different now. like…wait a minute :)) the bickering and banter is so fun. tension? check. spice?? check.
“flew like a moth to you” - a continuation of the one above. babyyyy!!! yes, yes, uh huh 🙂↕️ these two? LOVE EM. he’s officially in my heart.
@totheblood : star is so kind and super creative. she has created some of my favorite ellie williams smau’s on here.
"the hard way" - rockstar!ellie williams x ex-gf!reader smau. you guys are brought together again to solve the mystery that is the anonymous account blackmailing the two of you. mmm, nothing like the takedown of a shady mf to bring the girls together again :)
@cherriesxinthespring : another sweetheart with a beautiful mind. ik people get the characterization/true nature of ellie so wrong, but not rosie. she gets it.
“wasteland, baby!” - the wlw true enemies to lovers slow burn i’ve been dreaming of. tap in. right now.
@elliesbelle
“nobody compares to you” : a deliciously angsty slow burn second chance romance (ex!ellie x f!reader)
all the text convos for abby and ellie.
@newasskid : this blog makes me so nostalgic. THE first fic series that i read and rebloged when i started my first ff blog, came from this writer. i honestly feel it was my first time reading fanfic that wasn’t a silly little wattpad story or imagine and i was honestly gagged. i was like, “this…this is literature.” what can i say? i love good ass characterization! and this one was no exception.
“hard knock life” - like i said i was gagged with how good it was. i read the first two chapters back in 2022 and i still remember the feeling i felt reading them. this new blog i’m making is a fresh start for me and a chance for me to get back into old fandoms. will be revisiting this one soon.
@lovelettersfromluna
"one of your girls" - biker!ellie/roommate!ellie/camgirl!ellie x f!reader ALL rolled into to this ridiculously sexy little universe!! i love these two so much :’(
"compass" - vampire!ellie !!!! my new favorite thing. the way luna writes her feeding on reader ALONE is the most erotic and intimate thing. my god this was hot.
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sending all of this beautiful writers my love and respect y’all are amazing and so important. <3
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Fallen Angel
TW : bad english, english isn't my first language. It's just a try of Headcanon.
Gender : Male
Pronouns : he/him
Y/N L/N was a good angel, always followed the rules, no matter how crazy they were.
So why was he fallen, you might ask.
They discovered his google history, it was that bad that even Adam question himself if what he was seeing was true or no.. It, unfortunately, was.
How Y/N was even a angel in the first place was a mystery.
But, after landing in hell, he decided to redeem himself, and what better way to do that than the Hazbin Hotel ?
(It's a lie, he decided to go to the Hazbin Hotel because it was free and because there was a porn star in it)
Charlie greeted you warmly, asking you a few questions about why you were a fallen angel, although she stopped when she saw that you were uncomfortable about it.
You were securing the hotel with Vaggie, you took care of it at night while she did it during the day.
Vaggie took a long time to trust you, thinking you were some sort of spy sent by the angels. She only began to trust you months later, when she saw you treating Angel Dust from the wounds Valentino had done to him.
Angel Dust was suspicious of you at first, it wasn't until he came home late at night, hurt, and you helped him heal that he started to trust you. You said nothing while treating him, asking no questions; not that you needed it, the injuries spoke for themselves.
After that, you started healing Angel Dust regularly, your angelic power was based on healing, something that helped a lot.
Sometimes you and Angel would just have hot chocolate at the bar late at night. At times like this, you spoke very little, and when you did, it was small, simple discussions.
Sometimes it happened that he talked to you about what Valentino was doing to him, and you had to try to reassure him, although that wasn't really your strong point. You always wanted to throw up in those moments, or to kill Valentino. You also, at one point, hesitated to sell your soul to Alastor in exchange of him killing Valentino.
Alastor you find interesting, it's not every day you meet a fallen angel after all. And it's even rarer to live under the roof of two fallen angels.
He tried to take your soul, unfortunately without success.
Most of the time he saw you, you were always helping out at the hotel, whether it was its residents or just doing some small tasks, like washing the dishes. Alastor respects you a little for that.
In fact, the moment he was really interested in you was after you helped him. You found him having a panic attack, it was his mother's birthday and he couldn't stop thinking about her, how much he had disappointed her. And, like any good soul, you helped him.
Obviously, Alastor threatened to kill you if you ever told anyone what happened.
It was after that that he noticed that you were helping everyone in the hotel, even Niffty. You were like a father for the residents of the hotel, some of them (Angel Dust) don't even hide that they saw you like a father, calling you "dad" like if it was normal (it was).
Alastor would be lying if he said he didn't see you as a father figure.
Niffty at first see you as a bad boy, just like all the other boys of the hotel.
But after she realize that you was just like Charlie, an angel disguise as a demon; or a fallen angel in your case.
You weren't even going to drink at Husk's bar !
And, strangely, you helped her in her work at sometimes. You didn't even say anything when she pulled out one of your feathers !
She didn't know if she love you, or hate you. So she take both.
Either Niffty was looking at you like she wanted to murder you, or you were talking to each other like the best best friends of Hell.
Nobody at the hotel know what to think about you two-
Husk didn't know much about you. Surprisingly, because as a bartender, he generally knows a lot about the people who come to tell him about their misfortunes. But not you. Because you didn't come to the bar.
The rare times you went there it was to have hot chocolate or tea. Do you know what a bar is ? Is there even one in Heaven ?
He was curious as to why you were fallen, especially since you didn't seem to have an ounce of bad in you. But he won't ask any questions, waiting for you to say it yourself.
You were a bit like a second Charlie, but more mature and without the problems. You were always helping people, listening and reassuring them.
Husk often came to see you to talk about his problems, his past, how much he regretted making a contract with Alastor. You were always understanding, trying to reassure him.
You were a good person for that.
Sir Pentious trusted you from the start.
Sir Pentious loves you like his eggs. You always help them, always listen to them and never judge them. You were the only person in the hotel, along with Charlie, that he was sure wouldn't hurt him.
You even gave him ideas for weapons to protect himself - like this google history that would even scare God !
Lucifer didn't trust you.
You were kind and helpful, but Lucifer didn't trust you, even if he wanted to.
Compared to the others, he knew why you were fallen, because of this google history which even scared Adam.
He didn't know exactly what was inside, but he was more than curious - especially since it gave Adam nightmares.
He honestly thought about showing your search history to Adam the next time he sees him, just to traumatize him a little more.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x male reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x gn reader#Can be read as gn in a way ??#male reader#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel charlie#vaggie x charlie#angel dust#husk#husker hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#niffty#crack#a little#headcanon#fallen angel#Reader is a parental figure#Raccoon is writing
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faceless // P3: yes sir. negative ~ charles leclerc x reader
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader
includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n". So sorry this took so long, I've had some mega writters block and no motivation really. But I hope it's still good and thank you so much for all the kind feedback, it means a lot! <3
Bold Italics are the past.
Normal Italics are thoughts.
summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”
"No fucking way mate," Lando choked out his words, "Holy fuck-"
Lando's face had never looked so shocked, he scratched the inner corner of his left eye as if he thought he was seeing something. And when his eyes focused back on you, you could see his mind filling with questions. His eyes flickered from the helmet sitting on the ground to the tears brimming in your eyes.
"Oh my god," you sobbed into your hands as your mind began to race.
Should you run away?
'Oh, sorry Lando, no you must have seen my celebrity doppelganger in the suit earlier. It wasn't me-"
"No wait, don't cry-" he protested, rushing over and crouching down next to you on the ground, "You're my idol, I'm like obsessed with your driving, you're frickin' amazing-"
"Oh, shut up Lando!" you snapped, instantly feeling bad for yelling in his face. He was silent for a moment, not taken aback by your outburst though. "Sorry," you whispered.
You looked up to see him scanning your face intently. "You haven't told Charles yet," he said matter-of-factly like he could read your life all of a sudden.
You shook your head.
"Who else knows?"
"Just you and Christian-"
"Heh, I'm so special,"
"Lando stop!" you cried quietly, feeling more tears forming. "You weren't supposed to find out and I'm so going to get fired for this-"
"Why would you be fired?" he asked, "You're the driver keeping Red Bull afloat right now while Max is shittin' the bed,"
"Because. It's part of my contract that no one knows who I am,"
"Who came up with that shit?"
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "What shit?"
"Your contract rules," he said.
"We both did. I didn't want to be in the media, I've never liked it. And Christian just agreed I guess-"
"But you and Charles were just in a video together, you've been doing media anyway," He chuckled dryly.
True.
"And you and Charles love each other, I can see it in your eyes, I don't think the media content is going to stop anytime soon. Frankly, they will ask you to do more now that you've already agreed once."
Also true.
"I understand that privacy is important to you but..."
"Yeah, I know, I know... you're right," you said, wiping tears away from under your eyes, thinking back to the tweets you had just read, "After the video went out I was expecting so much worse but nothing happened, I might need to take a chill pill."
"Maybe..." he said slowly. "And why should-"
"-I care what people on the internet think of me?" you stole the words right out of Lando's mouth, a smile growing on his face. "Charles tells me that every time I don't help with his Twitch streams,"
"Right, you're thinking like a media-trained F1 driver already!" he grinned. "Except, I don't think you're getting enough credit for your racing because you keep that helmet on all the damn time. Just one guy's opinion though,"
You hummed in response, getting lost in your own mind again.
"I won't tell a soul, I promise," He crossed his hand over his heart, "Scouts honor,"
For some reason, you felt you could trust Lando. You gave him a small smile and let your shoulders relax, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. He stood up and offered you his hand, you took it gladly and rose to your feet. "I think you should talk to Christian about it,"
"I will, thanks Lan,"
"No problem," he winked, slowly stepping away, "And for what it's worth I truly meant what I said before. You're amazing, don't let them push you around or tell you otherwise. You gotta pave the way for all the little girls out there."
That shook you to your core.
You had never thought about your career that way and it bothered you how oblivious you had been.
How could you not realize the impact you could be making for the girls who dream of racing just like you had? Who cared what some old guy on the internet thought about women in motorsport, he needed to grow up. And you needed to make a difference. It was all sliding into place.
Also, since when had Lando been that well-spoken in his life?
After a quick 'See you on track,' you and Lando parted ways towards your respected garages. Pulling your helmet over your face, you stepped out of the alleyway and marched towards the blue and red signs of the Red Bull garage.
Christian gave you a look through your visor as you walked up to the car, you just nodded, he hated it when you were late. You climbed into the car and tried to shake the nerves out of your body, you could see a camera in your peripherals, panning the garage and landing on you.
Pave the way Y/n.
This newfound purpose gave you anxiety but at the same time a different kind of drive to your craft. You could feel the car hum beneath you, grateful for the all-clear from the team, you exited the garage to start warming up your tires.
"Radio check, you ready for this?"
"Yep. Copy."
Shit, that sounded forced didn't it? Why were you acting so weird? Be yourself Y/n.
"Ah, not going to humor me today? That's too bad mate," Rick chuckled.
"Don't know why but it smells like barbeque in the car,"
"You've got a problem, change your fucking carrrr,"
"No, you change your car because Checo has been saying the car is fucked-"
This had Ricky howling with laughter over the mic.
"Okay, that's enough lads." Christian stepped in, pulling the plug on you and Rick mocking him.
"Fun police..." Ricky sighed.
"I'm not a fun police, do your job Richard."
"You are a fun police, I have it on record. I hAvE it, I hAve iT pRiNteD oUt!"
"66."
"Sorry." you replied, giggling to yourself and waving back at Lando as you passed.
"Damn it!" Charles cursed stomping towards the Ferrari garage. He had just spun out two races in a row and had to, unfortunately, retire from the race.
Walking into the garage he could feel all eyes on him as he stuffed his gloves and balaclava into his helmet angrily. A few engineers and his trainer gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past, but no one dared to interact with Charles while he was this livid.
He needed y/n.
She was who he always needed after a bad race, he walked to his driver's room remembering the spin-out from his previous race hoping that y/n would actually be there this time.
"Where's y/n?"
"I don't know mate, sorry. She disappeared a while ago," an engineer named Fred shrugged.
But of course, as he opened the door she was nowhere to be found once again. Thoughts ran through his mind a hundred miles per minute
Had she always left after he got into the car and never actually watched him race?
Is he not as important to her as she made it seem?
Was she just in this for the money like a few of the girls he had been with before?
No, y/n isn't like that. He told himself, but still, he felt that pang of uncertainty in his chest. It would certainly be the reason why whenever he asked for her opinion on his performance it was almost as if she didn't remember what happened, she would just nod, smile, and agree with whatever he said.
Charles sat down on the couch and shut the door to his room. The TV had the race on and he watched the 19 remaining cars complete lap after lap.
He couldn't watch this anymore...
"Ohh! That was a nasty hit from Verstappen from behind- SOMEONE HAS SPUN INTO THE WALL AND IT LOOKS TO BE THE OTHER RED BULL!"
"Oh my, it is! I can tell you right now Crofty, Christian Horner is not going to be pleased about that,"
"The race has just been red-flagged and we are currently awaiting more news on the second Red Bull driver. Here's a replay, there's Max Verstappen in third and his teammate ahead of him in second."
"And Verstappen was told to hold position because both drivers were in the podium places, Max is slightly slower than his teammate with very worn tires, but he pushes them anyway and tries to go for the very forced overtake. And there it is! Now why does he swerve into his teammate?!? This is mind-boggling to me-"
Charles looked up from his phone and back to the television. A bright 66 is painted on the Red Bull that is in pieces on the edge of the track. And as the camera zooms into the smoking race car, the eerie silence in Charles's driver's room makes his chest tighten slightly.
"Oh dear, it seems we have no verbal conformation from the driver so as you can see the medical car has made it's way to the scene."
Charles watches the unconscious driver slowly get pulled from the car and layed on a stretcher right there on the side of the track. They lift the visor of his helmet and shine a light across the driver's face as their eyes flutter awake. Beautiful eyes that Charles had engraved in his brain from the moment he met her.
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Mystery reading ~ 1
Where is life going …
Morning, pretty souls, today we are checking on this bitch called : LIFE. What’s good ? What’s up ? What’s popping ? I’m talking CAREER, FINANCE, LOVE maybeeeeee s.e.x.
I already found my winner. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE THAT PARTICIPATED ! MUCH LOVE TO Y’ALL.
Choose the image that’s speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY what’s reasoning with YOUR SITUATION
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I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else.
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Basing myself on the legal age in my country which is 18
PILE 1 (18+)
Moon (reverse), Six pentacles, Four pentacles (reverse), two cups, 666’ ‘’I’m sorry I put my career before you ! I’m trying to get out of debt… I’m willing to put time & effort now because I don’t want to lose you !’’, ‘’I’M learning how to love myself now thanks to you !’’
Your dreams are becoming a nightmare. You are breaking under pressure and your overthinking is running wild. You feel overwhelmed by your problems or your overthinking is paralyzing. You had a dream about a wolf and dog barking at you, we were so scared you woke up sweating. But what you don’t realize is that they were not coming for you, they were urging you to realize the urgency of your problem. You are in a constant state of anxiety and you project this upon others. You are the root of all your problems. Even if we take them away, you are still in bad shape. I really advise you to apply to some social help in your community regarding mental health. It might not be the best service but it will be a good beginning. Show some grace to your friend. They might not be equipped to fully help you, but they are trying their best. They are really here for you. They only wish to help and be a good shoulder for you to lay your head upon. In your heart, you know who your real friends are. Your fiance is doing so well, You are living your dream life and riding your dream car. I’m getting that nobody knows you are going through HELL in your mind. You don’t show it one bit. Is the only thing you control. Is the way you look so it will kill you if it falls apart. You bury yourself in workload just to distract from the constant voices in your mind. Several events are coming towards us. Before you fire a shot in your head, listen, is the way you are going to react going to determine the next few years in life. Don’t panic, do some shadow work, do some meditation and listen to some subliminals. So when the events happen you react in your best abilities. You might be closing this toxic cycle very soon. Allow change to affect your self-belief slowly but surely. Use your feelings and gut feelings. I feel you nodding your head in a negative way, but listen, if you can manifest a dream apartment and car in such a negative state. Babe not everything you are doing is wrong. Especially in this economy ! Give yourself some flowers. Stop putting others first. I feel like you hide your pain, because you don't want to feel like a burden. Babe I don't want you to hit the deep end. So I prefer you be a burden than a forever trauma for people around you.
The remedy of a broken heart - Xxxtentacion
Romance
Nine swords (reverse), Knight of pentacles, two pentacles (reverse), 6 pentacles (reverse)
Right now there’s one of my closest guy friends that is showing signs of attraction towards you. Actually love not lust. You might not feel like jumping in because he doesn't know how badly life is beating you. You don’t want them to associate with the mess you are in.
SEX
TOOO BAD ! THEY DON’T GIVE A FUCK ! THEY ARE COMING IN ! Girl, he loves you. Before we even get anything sexual, he wants me to point out his feelings for you. Right you might feel like you sense a shift in y’all relationship but babe you have no idea how obsessive he is with you. Next, you will not let him hit quickly. You will move extremely slow. And he is going to allow you to take the lead. You might act like you don’t care about him, pretend like you don’t feel what he is feeling. But he knows deep down you are just scared of intimacy. You swear you prefer fucking over love, but him and I both know the truth. He's not letting your sabotage get in the way of y’all relationship. Girl you can play all the games you want he stays going to be gentle and waiting for you. Showing that he ain’t going anywhere. Never pushing your limit. Just happy to be in your presence. That man is going to book a hotel room for your first time. But i’m getting that y’all will already be in a relationship when y’all get down and nasty. You get a room full of candles and flowers like the one on the gram. For the first time in sex, it is not going to feel like you're distracting yourself from your life. But you will be totally immersed in the experience. I’m getting that your anxiety will be completely off. You might wake up thinking it was all a dream but nah girl he is really beside you and you are really in a hotel suite after having the best sex u ever had. You might try to control the whole experience and he will allow you to take the lead. He will always check on you : Can I take it off ? Do you want me to put my finger in, baby ? Does it feel good love ? You can take it all in, princess . (He loves using little names for you) He must be good at dirty talking. I’m hearing the type to talk you through it.
AFTERCARE
Y’all be cuddling. He will be keeping you close to him. You will finally let him in completely. You will apologize for letting work take first in your life and being emotionally available even though you guys are in a relationship. Because you were still very scared. But it won't be news for him, he already knows it. You will realize how much you NEEDED someone like him in you life.
Foreplay- Shenseea
PILE 2
Temperance (reverse), 3 wands (reverse), Ace pentacles (reverse), 9 pentacles (reverse), 777. 111
You are not learning. I’m hearing Abby Miller: ‘’ HAVE YOU LEARN NOT NOTHING !’’. Your excuse is life can end tmr and you might die at the very minute so YOLO. GIRL ! I can assure you, you will live longer than a month . You are not dying anytime soon. So… STOP IT ! Not only that but you have the audacity to feel unlucky like you ain’t the one messing it all up. Not only that, you are getting frustrated. I’m hearing someone around you saying ‘’ I told you so !’’. GIRL YOU DON’T HAVE MONEY. Don’t even try it. Stop spending money. There’s more money coming out than coming in. STOP SPENDING ! Girl, I'm your last warning. The universe is fed up with you. You are better at spending than earning. Is not even funny anymore …I swear. You might think I’m nagging but I'm stressing for you.. You are soon going to be in BIG PROBLEM. YOU ARE NOT DYING TMR ! So stop the YOLO. Build some money discipline. When the universe will be happy with your change, your luck is going to come back even better this time. With the money, you will fund a new skill that will be more abundant than you ever have on your own. Your personal income will be 3x at least.
Kobe - Fresh
ROMANCE
Two words (reverse) , 5 swords, 2 cups (reverse), 5 pentacles
I feel you are in a relationship with someone you vow not to love but only to use for some money. Like you needed a place to stay. But it is just any ordinary man. Pile 2 you guys are the final boss of beauty privilege. The way your beauty is mesmerizing. Is like the sec that the male specimen lays eye on you, it submit to your every need. You are not at the basic level of having your drink paid or people always helping you. Men pay for your trip, your makeup, your luxury purse and everything you can think of, you will have. Every time you open up about it, girl be quick to call you an OF, when in reality you are fucking telling the truth. I didn't even know people like you exist. I thought my mind was playing games but one of your spirit guards was like ‘’If you can drag her spending, you better applaud her beauty’’. If you guys believe in past life, it will not surprise me if you were one of the prettiest princesses in the medieval and in the 1800. Like other souls may think that vanity is useless. But you know how resourceful it is. If you don't believe in it. Your beauty is something in the spiritual world that spirits admire to the point of idolizing it. I will not be surprised if you are of royal blood. Anyway, you are male ultimate fantasy. The man you know knows it. This is not your first rodeo. Is not the first time you use men for their resources. But it is the first time that the man treats you like a goddess instead of a sex toy. He has venus in Virgo, his love language is act of service. He cares extremely about you. He cares about your well-being and your mental health. He is at least a multi-millionaire. He knows you are not fully committed to him, but he hopes that he shows how sincere he is, you will eventually open up. Everytime he try to have an emotional moment, you end up fucking him. And he's getting tired of it. If you don’t change the cards are showing me, that is going to be too late. You will soon realize he was one of the very rare ones. Let me tell you something, when he is done with something, there’s NOTHING that can make him go back. You are scared he is going to feel disgusted when he realizes how much shit you are financially. But believe me, he loves you too much. I think the concept of your love is foreign to you that you don’t even know how to actually react. Don’t worry he will teach you.
You guys are definitely bilingual, you might be speak french
I think it was essential for me to make a difference between your finances and the resources of others. I feel like you are living a luxurious life that has always been funded by everyone but you. And you can't even imagine becoming a rich man. Girl let me breathe some life into you. If you know how to make men answer to your crazy desires that means you know how to market yourself. You probably know how to brand yourself. You've been jumping from rich to rich men, I know you pick more in their talk than I could ever in my economy class. Learn some financial discipline, learn a skill and you will have a sweet freedom.
Streets - Doja Cat
PILE 3 (18+)
Emperor (reverser), 5 pentacles, Ace pentacles (reverse), Strength (reverse), 0505,111, ‘’I miss making love to you ! I will do anything just to hold you again !’’, ‘’ I tried to replace you but it didn't work out because I’m madly in love with you & I was fighting it ! I know this is divine’’
Your life is a mess and it is your fault. Here I said it. I felt a lot of people sigh at the same time: ‘’Finally’’. You keep blaming others and hiding behind ‘’circumstances’’. You love to remind people of a glorious past you once had. Where you were on top of your game. I'm hearing Golden child gone bad. ( I'm even smelling mold) You were once the best of the school. The top employee at your work and winning trophies left right in sport, Now you barely show up to class. You always come very late at work. Because you keep escaping your problem You don’t look for help. You keep saying ‘’ it is what it is’’ Your finances might slow down but you're for sure taking a hit in life. You are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Some might stop here, but I know that you are hiding a bigger problem. You are actually a golden child turned importer syndrome. Back in high school it was easy to be the best. Now you are in a room full of people going as hard as you and you feel like you ain’t doing enough or your result doesn't hold the candle beside theirs. You are stressed and miserable. Finally you don’t see the end of this financial mess. You feel like everything is expensive. But the reality is that you are trying to keep up with the lifestyle of your classmate. You have enough to survive and you are refusing to ask for help. Advice: 1. Buy quality over quantity. 2. Invest your time in a hobby that is free or very inexpensive so when you cancel your plan you actually have a good reason. And it stops you from overthinking . Also you are actually building skill instead of rotting. You have sadly fallen into bad habits but there is a way out. Unexpectedly, it is about to happen in your life with that hobby. You might find love or a job. Some will get fly out because of your skill. As crazy as it might be, you are on the right path. The right persons is heading your way, opportunities and happiness are closer than you think.
Dans mon monde - GENEZIO
ROMANCE
Wheel fortune, Star, 5 wands (reverse), 7 pentacles
Is the comeback of an ex. When he will make his appearance in your life you will be skeptical. There's so much chaos in your life and you don’t need more drama. Back then your relationship was rocky not because he was treating you like shit. He was emotionally close off. I’m getting a good girl and a bad boy. When you broke up with him, you swore to his face that your life would be better without him. Nobody can ignore your glow up. But your life is a complete mess and you are going to feel too embarrassed to show it to him. You guys are fated lovers. I’m hearing, red strings (ikyk). Unexpected meeting while you are running errands. You will look like a HOT mess. In your big pj, your person is going to be so turned on just by the sight of you.
SEX
I feel like when you are going to have sex, y'all would already be in a relationship. It will be in the daytime. It will not be planned, but at that moment both of you agree mentally that is happening now. You will be ready. Dress in white or pink pastel lingerie. I’m seeing small full perky tits. Bubble butt, you have bangs. Might be a brunette or blond, it can be a wig for my black reader. You are giving very doll vibes. The sex will be the best you ever had. I think he was your first. Since him had been fucking but nothing came close to him. Is not just because of love, the guy knows what he is doing. I feel like he has some sexual trauma. Like he lost his v-card very young to an older woman. And ever since he has been sexualising himself. He only loves being intimate with you. He also fucked other women but none felt like you. It's like they were only there for his sexual abilities. While when y'all are making love, he feels seen, wanted and loved. Is also going to feel more better than usual because you guys are both open emotionally. You will open up before that encounter , he will answer some like ‘’ You loved me at my worst. Is a honor for me to be there for you and pour into your cup just like you did for me…’’Is going to be sensual, I’m getting DEEP love making. Is going to solidify y’all decision to try again for the long run. I’m getting a future spouse.
AFTER CARE
NO MESSAGE
He has a big dick. Is hard for him to get turned on. But it is like he can’t help it when he is with you. You give the best head and you love giving him head.
He has a lot of money
He will fly you out to have this experience. BAECATION !
You definitely know how to speak french
Bonbon a la menthe - Jok'Air
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Season three of From has got me screaming, crying and throwing up!! I love it!!
Here's a bunch of random thoughts I have from episode five 🐦⬛ ngl I don't remember any character names so forgive that please lol
I'm theorizing that Fatima is being turned into one of the monsters. She was eating rot and was drinking Nicky's blood. Plus, she couldn't get into the colony house in a previous ep. I'm thinking the eating rot might reflect whatever happened inside the monsters to make their internal organs dry up. Honestly, I think all of the monsters were at some point human and then got turned. I think there was a mass turning sometime in the 60s because of the monsters based on their costume design. Perhaps they figured out how to kill all their monsters but as a trade off they got turned. The life Fatima could be holding is the birth of a new monstrosity.
The town and everything feels like an escape room to me. There are rules the world follows and things get more intense when the people find something new. Like with the phone/radio. There was a man in S1 Jim talked to and now we're talking to Thomas. If all of this was meant to destroy the people then why have someone warn them about Tabitha digging or returning. This world works in a specific way where there are ways to solve the horrible mysteries and active various entities helping the people.
Which reminds me of the whole thing with Tabitha and Victor's mom. It feels crazy how deliberate the town picks people. Plus that Tabatha isn't the only one that has had visions! I think all of the characters who hallucinate fit into roles. Like the town needs someone to see the kids, the symbol or the dried up woman in colony.
Who is the dried up woman??? Is she a ghost like the other dead we've seen or like Boyd has seen? She doesn't feel the same because she looks immediately scarier than the other dead. Maybe she has different motives or a different purpose narratively.
I'm glad Victor is talking to people about the past and thank god it's Sara who can help put puzzle pieces together.
I want a big reunion with Victor, Jade and Tabitha. I like their dynamic and want them to talk to Boyd because I feel like they'll solve some shit. I do kinda love the lack of communication tho. It makes things tense and you kinda know these plot hound characters WILL argue regardless.
I'm going to go crazy when Victor sees his Dad. I feel like the writers might make me cry again lol.
It was so funny seeing Kristi and Kenny have a heart to heart, then cut to a wide showing Jade just off screen. It brought a fun sleep over energy to it. Especially when jade went fuck it, wanna hear some weird shit?
In season 2 I found Randall annoying and a good antagonist. Then, as he got isolated and cicada-d I started sympathizing for him. Yeah he was a dick, but like damn he has nobody in hell. Then seeing him get picked out by the monsters and getting left alive on the ambulance really made me feel for him. I can't wait to see if he'll call out Boyd for leaving him or really how either character will react in episode 6. I hope Randall lives because it'll be a lot more interesting if he does and I want to see more of him.
I want to see Marielle and Kristi be sweet together. I love my sapphics 💚💚💚 I do like how Marielle is proving herself as a nurse and her caring for Fatima is helping her feel grounded. If something goes wrong with Fatima and the baby then I feel like it'll be a big blow for Marielle emotionally.
Julie and Ethan deserve so much better. Their dad, Jim, is obsessed with the mystery and can't pull his head out of his ass to be there for his kids. Plus I bet he's going to be super protective over Tabitha now she's back. Like let your wife be the plot hound and learn your lesson you need to protect the kids you still have. I just feel bad Julie and Ethan are thinking about what will happen when their parents are gone. It sucks.
I want to hug Donna; she is being pushed beyond her limit.
For a sec I thought Donna recognized the new cop character when the cop ran in. But it could also be a Holy shit more shit to deal with kind of reaction.
I bet the cop character has some sort of connection to one of the main characters. Like all of the new characters from season 2 ended up playing a significant role. This cop has to bring something. If not I hope the cop and Tabitha have an interesting relationship since they entered together.
Tabitha can find someone better than Jim and that better person is bisexuality
I like how before they kill minor characters they have tended to be present in episodes prior to their death. Like Nicky's death wasn't on the same level of emotional devastation as Tian Chen dying. But Nicky still felt like a real person in this world who died and not just the red shirt of the ep. The writers are doing an amazing job and I hope that keeps up.
#from epix#from mgm#from spoilers#from season 3#from season 3 spoilers#theory#from season 3 episode 5
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Can you imagine the following: your favourite grandma passes away, leaving you and your family a great estate of hers, a lady cat, and a huge pile of unsolved mysteries. Liam Dunbar doesn't even have to try - he lives it. So when right after his parents leave for arranging the documents a mysterious neighbour appears on his porch he's not even surprised (but maybe a little bit scared) But oh well - he definitely should be
“They left me here alone, Mase. Do you hear me? Alone” Liam states emphasizing the last word, his voice bouncing around the empty corridors adding to the creepiness of the castle.
“Oh dude, don't be such a drama queen. It can't be that bad” the cheerful voice on the other end makes Liam's eye tweak a little, which hasn't happened since he passed that stupid biology exam last year. And that definitely doesn't help to calm down.
“Oh sure, you're so right,” the boy starts, placing his phone closer to his mouth. He coughs softly before going on, now fully switching to yelling. "This place is fucking huge and no fucking way I'm sleeping here alone! I could easily be murdered here and nobody will notice my dead body! Or oh well somebody will, you know who? My parents who come back to this place in a week just to find out their son being fucking dead!!"
“Gosh, Liam, nobody will murd…” the loud knock on a wooden door makes Liam squeak and freeze right there, in the center of the main hall, breathless.
“Who's there?” Mason asks, his voice finally acquiring some worry in it. “Liam, what's happening?”
“I guess the removal men have arrived?” Liam answers hesitantly, his heart still throbbing somewhere in his throat. He takes a few steps towards the door, trying to make out any noise behind it. Nothing. What is…rather concerning.
“So,” Liam goes back to the phone call, “do you think I should open it or?”
“Would be really nice if you do,” the removal man in question says, and it takes less than a minute for Liam to throw a quick “bye Mase!” and open the door. And then it takes him more than five minutes to remember the basic rules of etiquette.
“I guess that’s when you say “hi”” the man suggests and smiles, looking at Liam with his soft green eyes and just like that Liam forgets the tiny bits of a greeting speech he had in his mind a second ago.
“Uh, ugh yes, you’re right! Hi! Sorry for that” he chuckles, and hearing the other man laughing softly in response doesn’t help at all. “So, uhm, there’s your truck? Do you… do you need any help with the boxes? Sorry if it’s a weird question, but you don’t have other people with you so I thought you might need extra hands and…”
“My truck?” The man’s confused voice makes the situation even more awkward and Liam wishes he didn’t agree to go here in the first place. But when the “removal man” opens his mouth to say a word, Liam interrupts him as if stricken by a sudden realization.
“Oh wait! You’re not…you’re not here to bring our stuff, right?”
“I am not, unfortunately. Sorry to disappoint you”
“No, no, no! That’s me! I’m really sorry about all this confusion” He stays like that for a while, smiling at the other man, before suddenly realizing that his now guest is still outside the mansion. “Oh gosh, come in, it’s really freezing outside”
“Thank you for the invitation” the guest says, entering the hall. Liam closes the door, wincing at its squeaking, before joining the man, who was looking around.
“So, who are you then? I’m Liam, by the way. Liam Dunbar. That’s my grandma’s mansion. She died a few days ago” oh shut up Liam, just shut up. What next? Your whole biography? Write him a book and sign it.
“I’m really sorry for your loss. I’m Theo Raeken, I live nearby. I came by to say “hi” to new residents. You know, I was really close to your grandmother”
“Really? That’s cool! Maybe you could help with some notes she left for us. If you don’t mind of course!” Liam adds, giving himself mental facepalms. He definitely failed the first impression.
“It would be a great pleasure of mine” Theo says, smiling with that smile of his that makes Liam almost enchanted. He stares at Theo for what seems like eternity, when the man suddenly turns his head towards the stairs, the gesture breaking the weird freeze. Liam shakes his head, looking the same direction.
“Oh, and he’s there” rubbing the scratch, Liam takes a seat at a nearby armchair, inviting Theo to do the same.
“Don’t bother yourself with him, he’s crazy. He almost bit me when I wanted to pat him and then left a few scratches while running away”
“Well, I guess that’s because it’s ‘she’” Theo says, to Liam’s surprise taking the cat in his arms. “Lady Lydia, as your grandmother called her”
“Lady Lydia?” Liam asks, confusion all over his face, “I don’t remember her having a cat at all actually. When she wrote about her in her will I was rather confused”
“Oh did she?” Theo asks, patting the cat, now calm and quiet in his arms, “that’s interesting. What did she write exactly?”
Yes! It’s now or never. Having another person here it’ll be less scary to live through the night, right?
“I can actually show you. Uhm, wouldn’t you mind a cup of tea? And you’re so good with animals I guess uh Lady Lydia wouldn’t mind having you here either”
Theo laughs, his eyes finding Liam’s again and everything becomes so slow and peaceful, as if no fear was there before. He rubs the cat behind her ear, making out some soft little purrs out of Lady Lydia, before finally giving his answer
“It would be a great pleasure to be your company, Liam Dunbar”
#that's the first piece of writing I wrote in a ... few months?? and it feels so good to be back on track!!#I just had a sudden inspiration and couldn't resist!!!#based on a previous repost!!!#I'm really proud of this one actually!!! I like how cool the moodboards look like!!!#and again I'm pulling my favourite Theo&Lydia here🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻#teen wolf#theo raeken#liam dunbar#thiam#lydia martin#theo&lydia#moodboards#teen wolf moodboard#teenwolf fanfiction#aristarcuswritesstuff
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limited life fic recs
Not really more of theme to this one than "Hey, check out this good good writing!" Been meaning to do this one for. Um. A while. Did my best not to repeat authors. If you're on this and don't want to be, let me know and I'll remove yours!
Fics On AO3:
Sundown; astronomeridian - Nobody fucks on the page in this one but you know it's gonna happen. The various alliances of Limited Life settle down for the night and talk around or about having sex. Really incredible character voice the whole way through (made particularly impressive by the fact that Every Character Is In This).
Gallant; zornographic - Grian/Etho-centric Knight AU, in which Grian, badly injured and fleeing for his life, runs into Etho, a strange knight offering to help him, in order to pay back a favour Grian did for him long ago. Really gorgeous turns of phrase applied with perfect precision, and lovely glimpses of a much bigger world that is alive and specific, that the characters feel genuinely rooted in.
Close to Your Chest; foxgloveblue (cornflowerdye) - Canon divergence where Joel and Etho are the last two standing at the end of Limited Life. The visual details in this one make it downright cinematic -- you can see the wreckage of the Bread Bridge, the light falling on them both. Special commendation for the characterization here too: Joel and Etho both clearly know each other well enough that it give us access to both of them in fun and interesting ways.
everything anyone ever ignored; Sixteenthdays - AU where when you kill someone, you get some of their traits. Really really fun for (1) quick, sharp prose and (2) glimpses into each of the character's unique experiences with Being In Their Body. There's a relentlessness that matches the vibes of Limited Life itself really well.
the lamb & the knife; errorryx - Cleo tells Pearl they're going to summon a goddess of war, and Pearl thinks about summoning something for herself. It's good fun! Admittedly, my idea of 'good fun' is mild body horror and considerations of animal and human sacrifice, but also fun are Pearl and Cleo's usual contentious relationship, and Pearl's usual degree of getting herself into trouble.
tempering; farrondoc - Grian/Etho platonic kink around Etho being Grian's sword! Captures their characters really well in a very short space.
Cam-account Parenting; litbynosun - Bdubs and Scar have been mysteriously and abruptly turned into little kids. Cleo has to handle this while chat fervently discusses what's going on in the background. Banger fic, script format with some fun bonus touches, great character voices, excellent fandom commentary on the horrors of being a woman in MCYT spaces.
Poison; jabberwockysoda - Etho takes up smoking; he and Cleo argue about it. Vibes of "we know and dislike each other but there is an intimacy and comfort in the knowing and the disliking" -- a very particular, almost worn-down tone that is set immediately and then maintained the whole way through.
fulgurite; Thunderbirds_and_Lightning - The Bad Boys' deaths. One of my all-time favourite depictions of the Limlife timers and one of my favourite endings to a Limited Life fic too. Lots of wonderfully creative imagery that draws on popular fanon without directly copying it; very fun.
With Soul Intent; salemoleander (heartbeatsinreverse) - Canon divergence where everyone's clocks stop in the middle of the game. Hilarious. Pitch-perfect character voice. Every beat hits. salemoleander is also on Tumblr and has a few Tumblr-exclusive Limited Life ficlets that are awesome, but which I could not include on this list due to rules of my little game. Check 'em out!
the here and now; doctorletmebebrace - Joel wakes up at home, on Empires S2, after his final death. Jimmy's there, and they talk. Makes me really tender about them, for all that they spend most of it arguing. Full of grief and regret and so much love.
Fics On Tumblr:
(Note: In cases where a fic has been posted both on AO3 and on Tumblr, I've linked the version that's on AO3. These are the ones I couldn't find on there.)
[Knives and forks clink against the dinner plates]; wisepuma23 - Boogeyman Impulse tries to sit through a normal meal with the rest of TIES. Forever and always a big fan of the intermingling of domesticity and violence, and the visceral onomatopoeia makes this really fun background drumbeat to Impulse's narration.
["Do you have a clock yet?"]; dmwrites - Impulse gives Bdubs a clock, and Cleo makes an addition. It's sweet! It also makes me sad. Good thoughts re: Impulse's relationship to Bdubs over time, from both Cleo and Impulse's perspectives.
[What are you?]; the-amber-shadow - The Watchers hound Martyn for an answer to the question of what his symbol is going to be after he wins Limited Life. I think this one's fun both as a historical artifact (what did we as a fandom consider for symbols, and thus how did we interpret/emphasize different parts of Martyn's victory), and I'm a big fan of metafic. Martyn arguing with Watchers-as-audience is a great way to do it!
[Gem Cleo watches Scott leave]; jellieland - Gem in Cleo's body has a chat with Martyn, and Martyn tells her something about why he teamed with Scott this time around. jellieland is a fantastic writer whose fics are invariably fascinating, well-written, and insightful, and I do recommend you check them all out, but I had to pick this one because I read it and could almost physically feel something clicking into place in my head -- everything I have written about Martyn+Cleo since this has been influenced by this fic.
[Joel's gone soft on him]; zedif-y - Jimmy reflects on this new side of Joel he's started seeing this season, while petting Joel's hair. It's soft. It's nice. Joel gets to take a nice nap and cuddle with Jimmy and Jimmy gets to think about all the things he knows about Joel.
[Joel dies with blood in his mouth]; alittlebirb - Joel dies. He's furious about it, and then he's not. Love the wild, frenetic energy of this one trailing off into something quieter, something like resignation -- fantastically paced.
[Bigb watches Grian for a while]; theminecraftbee - Bigb watches Grian do something that definitely isn't mourning, and definitely doesn't understand it. You don't know what an agony it was to have to narrow this down to Just One Theminecraftbee Fic. But I'm sure you could've guessed that. The thing that gets me about this one is Bigb and Grian have such history and see such interesting facets of each other, and their team-up in Limlife is this resigned kind of "Okay. This is what we're doing now." The melancholy is excellent.
Mean Gills Quarantine Zone:
(I like Mean Gills. A lot. So I have a lot of fic recs focused on them. So that's why this section. This should all be AO3 fics?)
Stop; KieIsWrite - After the end of Limited Life, Martyn tries to reckon with the aftermath of his actions. There are corpses. Things get grim. Scott's ghost is there, maybe. This one's horror, so mind the tags, but the horror comes in slow and quiet, and very interesting things are happening with the blurring of bodies-as-death and bodies-as-erotic.
hold the night; solarcafe - Scott and Martyn cuddle. That's it, that's the whole fic. Sweet, charming fluff!
Hush hush; WhyB - After moving the beds down into their secret base, Scott gets a little comfort and Martyn gets a little absolution. The Scott and Martyn hurt/comfort fic of your dreams! Hits every beat perfectly, and really, this author just does good hurt/comfort in general for every fandom they're in. Check 'em out!
I want to say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet; the_hypercube - Scott and Martyn have a tense conversation over breakfast, while the ghosts of the Third Life alliances haunt them (figuratively). I love the thread of uneasiness running through this whole thing, pulling tighter and tighter but never getting to a breaking point. I love all the little domestic gestures against the backdrop of [This Is A Death Game And Things Are Getting Bad].
Requiescat; enemyofrome - Martyn walks out of the end of Limited Life and finds Ren, building the ice boat course on Hermitcraft. Martyn's not entirely free of the Watchers, of Scott, of his time in the games, but he and Ren will work it out. This is in the quarantine zone because I have to confess a disproportionate amount of my adoration for this fic is because of the excellent codependent Mean Gills, but the rest of it is because it is tender and well-characterized and beautifully written.
ears pressed to the floor; GoodTimesWithScar - Scott catches Martyn sewing the Dogwarts banner for his red life skin. Wonderfully melancholy, even as Scott and Martyn fall into their usual banter. I like how lonely it feels, even when they're standing right in front of each other -- they've got separate histories to contend with.
the cut of your love; soapflowers - Selkie AU! Martyn has Scott's pelt locked in a chest in his basement, and this is Fine. Really really good at maintaining a tenuous balance where nothing drastic has happened, but they both keep flirting with the precipice. The tags on this include Implied/Referenced Kidnapping, Abuse, Non-Sexual Intimacy, and Gaslighting, and that is enticing to me, but I know it isn't to everyone, so mind the tags!
Call Me What You Like; orphan_account - A study of Scott's perspective on his relationship to Martyn, with some (a lot of) pining. Everyone's having a miserable time, except me; I'm pointing at this and going, "Ough!! A Mean Gills dynamic of all time in this one for sure!!" Delightful juxtaposition of physical closeness with emotional distance.
#sparrowsong#fic recs tag#because what am i to do with myself if not spend an inordinate amount of time looking at tags on ao3#there's. uh! a lot in there! check it out; see if there's anything you like!#IF ANY OF THE LINKS DON'T WORK PLEASE LET ME KNOW#eta: aw fuck one of the mean gills fics escaped quarantine. shoo. back into the proper section with you
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Alastor X Shapeshifter Female Reader
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of s*icide, slow backstory ig too, 2nd POV
Let me know if you would like me to keep going?
Some sort of Prologue:
It has been a while since... well since you woke up only to discover you were in quite the literal version of Hell.
After a good three years of making somewhat of a name for yourself (not really) you longed for something out of your reach - company.
See, you were another mystery to all of Hell, hiding behind many faces, nobody was sure of just how exactly powerful you are or even who you are?
If you were an overlord surely it would have somehow been stated through the media or you yourself would have made a power grab.
No, that was not the way in which you chose to express yourself. You were quite powerful yes, and you managed to do decent damage to make the other overlords aware of your presence. That to you, was enough as it had kept things amusing. To add to it all the media on "666 News" even dubbed you as "The Shifter" so creative I know.
The issue with all of this however, was having to always be someone other than yourself. The reason you manifested here instead of Heaven was because you could not handle your own self in your previous life and decided to end it. The very thing you tried to escape so desperately ended up being apart of who you are down here.
What I mean by this is how no matter who you were with, you never felt like you truly fit in. Now somebody who knew you might have blown you off with a "but you get along with everyone?" And while that might have been true it wasn't something substantial. As it was, you wanted more than just meager chit-chat and pleasantries. It all seemed fake with everyone and everybody.
"Were they all gossiping behind their backs about you when you weren't there?"
"Do they only talk to me when they need something?"
"Do they even care?"
These were just the fewer of your thoughts, which often lead to a crumbling and crying self-loathing session. You never really thought that s*icide would be something that could lead you to Hell. Of course, you knew it was a sin... but God was known for his forgiveness surely you lead a respectful enough life for him to give you one last relief? HA! No.
It is as if you could not escape from your former life and you never would be able to considering where you are.
Now, with all of that in mind being reborn as a shapeshifter makes sense no? As someone who will never truly be able to stay in a single form long enough before feeling like there is an unscratchable itch somewhere within and unreachable.
This is not to be mistaken for not having a true form, no, you knew how you looked, how you really looked.
That being said it was strangely funny how you met no other shapeshifter in Hell, not that you would know at first glance but you managed to get a good read on people. This, along with scrutinizing every new person you met came in handy for whenever you needed to shift. The thing is you took shifting rather seriously, meaning you really wanted to "get into character" as if you were acting in a movie. And in order to do so, you studied them from afar or at the very least gathered as many details about them as you could.
The rule was to not get caught, as it almost happened once with Vox, which was one of the reasons you decided not to ever shift into any of the currently residing overlords in Hell. You would be lying however, if you said it never crossed your mind. Only in the comfort of your own home did you actually dare to shift into Vox (as he was one of the only overlords you had not one but two almost personal encounters with). The first time being when you saw the Princess of Hell on TV who promised forbidden hope of redemption.
You didn't want to admit it but you were tempted very tempted. Could this possibly be true? Moreover could you escape yourself once and for all? There was one way to find out.
"It's time to check into a hotel I guess"
#hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader
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Your mind has been taken somewhere very dangerous and very far from earth while you were sleeping. Select a guide to take place you in a body on their home plane, so you can try to get back to earth and your original form.
Which guide/plane will you choose?
The plane of Dredd: A Semi apocalyptic world where the sky shifts between yellow, red and black, yet no sun nore stars ever show. Nobody knows what ended the world, but the ruins of an old one can be seen among the wasteland, even if those with warm bodies can't remember it. Undead are more common here, from animalistic ghouls, to powerful vampyrs and liches. Your guide is a revenant gunslinger whose used to putting souls from other planes in still living bodies.
The plane of Outlend: a world of deep forests, shining deserts, and high mountains. No humans exist here, with the dominant races being the orcs, the goblins and hobgoblins, the lizard folk, and the dark elves. Sentient beings here seem to be born from strange mystical pits, with no child or female members existing in any known race (though some dark elf gods are portrayed as feminine). Your guide is a young hobgoblin whose been studying magic in college, and has become enamored with the possibility of other planes.
The plane of Computera: A plane that exists entirely digitally, with no actual physical space existing here. Some places here are vast virtual spaces, though others resemble a static screen more so. Though some places here are ruled by strange factions, or by eldritch beings that have mutated into corporations, there are still safe zones. You won't need as much of a guide as bodies don't really exist here, but there's an old helper program who can help you get through this place.
The plane of Abiss: a dark and firey place where demons of all sorts, fallen angels, and humans who have lost their humanity dwell. This place can be quite fun if you're in the right part, and find the right kind of hedonist, but there are certainly some places you don't want to end up here. Your guide is a faerie who ended up their due to a contract between Abiss and Archadiya, she doesn't want to be here either but she's learned to adjust.
The plane of Nemon: a massive plane of mostly empty space. Planets exist here but humans have no way of settling them, and live entirely on massive space stations and space ships. Humans here are born artificially, and lack biological sex. It's also really common for humans here to combine themselves with technology, becoming strange cyborgs. It's said there are ships and stations controlled by things much stranger then humans, and much more ancient, in uncharted space. Your guide will be an artist whose been studying the occult recently, and is as caught off guard by this as you.
The plane of Archadiya: an endless forest, larger than all of your earth, inhabited by a strange all female race of semi immortal beings known as faeries. Some faeries are quite humanoid, even beautiful in an otherworldly way, though some take on much more alien appearances, resembling fungi or insects. Regardless of appearance though, all faeries have minds alien to us. In the outer edge of this plane there are things older than even faeries here, though those things are too mysterious and deadly to speak of now. Your guide is a moth like faerie whose been waiting at a silver lake for something like this to happen.
Like to prevent the Aeaoiioauei from taking notice of you while in transit. Reblog to get to your new body safely.
#worldbuilding#my worldbuilding#fantasy#urban fantasy#transgender#transfem#transmasc#enby#nonbinary#faerie#faeries#fae#goblins#goblin#orcs#orc#vampirism#vampyr#vampires#vampire#post apocalyptic#post apocalypse#demons#angels and demons#demon#fallen angel#cyborgs#my writing#cyborg#tumblr polls
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I've only touched on this briefly, but the reason Tsukuyomi is Susanoo's shadow and their similar appearances is due to the theory that they're actually the same person.
-Tsukuyomi has a suspicious lack of appearances despite being such an important deity. This is actually one of the greatest mysteries in Japanese Mythology. Nobody knows what happened here.
-Tsukuyomi has way less shrines compared to Susanoo and Amaterasu, which gives the impression that he was actually introduced later than his siblings or was hidden for some reason.
-It's been pointed out that Susanoo doesn't follow the same naming convention as Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi, so this has led some to believe that Susanoo might've been a nickname for someone else. Amaterasu's name relates to the sun and can be translated as "Great Divinity Illuminating Heaven”. Tsukuyomi's name relates to the moon and means "moon-reading". Susanoo's name does not relate to storms nor the sea and instead means "wild or impetuous male".
-Tsukuyomi and Susanoo are both blamed for the death of the food goddess, Ukemochi. In the Nihongi, Amaterasu sends Tsukuyomi to a feast on her behalf and there he discovers that the goddess Ukemochi actually made all of the food there by spitting it up. Tsukuyomi becomes so disgusted and enraged that he hacked Ukemochi to pieces. This upsets Amaterasu and leads to their divorce, explaining the existence of night and day. It's also believed that Amaterasu actually sends Susanoo to the feast on her behalf. There is also a story from the Kojiki where, after Susanoo was banished from Takamagahara, he asks Ōgetsu-hime aka Ukemochi for some food. She complies and does so by creating food by spitting it up and defecating. Susanoo gets grossed out and believes she's trying to poison him, so he hacks her to pieces, similar to Tsukuyomi.
-Tsukuyomi's and Susanoo's realms also connect due to the gravity of the moon effecting the sea.
-Tsukuyomi and Susanoo both rule over the underworld in different interpretations.
The fact that Tsukuyomi is still treated as one of the Big 3 with Susanoo and Amaterasu, despite having so little going on compared to his siblings and just from the connection alone, is so interesting. He really is the middle sibling 🌞🌙⛈️.
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My Brain Desperate for KH4:
Sora is not the only Falsus Rex, False King.
"Yozora" is also a False King.
Nameless star mentions that the person she's waiting for was "changed beyond recognition. His heart replaced by another's".
Yozora later says that "this isn't what I really look like." Yozora is a heart in another person's body.
But if the Riku-lookalike is not Yozora, then who is he? And what does Yozora really look like?
I believe that Yozora's true body looks similar to our Sora's. I think he's actually supposed to be a reflection of Sora. Which would explain why Rex thinks Sora looks like Yozora. Perhaps Rex can see Yozora's true appearance whereas Sora can not. I'm sure it'll have something to do with either the Dream World or Astral Projection or something of the sort, something that's hindering Sora's ability to see.
And the person whose body Yozora's currently in, the person who looks exactly like Riku, the person who's heart he replaced, could actually be his universe's "Sora".
We know that "Sora" is someone Yozora has "heard of". We know that he was told by Master of Master's to "save Sora" but its very possible he's heard of Sora even before that. When Sora introduces himself as "Sora", Yozora is almost offended that Sora "is using Sora's name", as if he believes our Sora has no business using the name of the Sora of his universe.
This leads me to believe that the body that Yozora is in is "Sora's". We know that the person whose body he's occupying is called "Commander" as evidenced by the Luxord-looking driver who calls him such. If Sora is someone that Yozora has heard of but may not have ever seen the face of, it leads me to believe that Sora is someone of importance like a prince, a king. In this case, a military commander. Throughout history there have been many instances where a monarch would rule and never show their face or hide behind masks, so this universe's Sora could be similar to that: a commander who doesn't show himself much if at all. And him being a high-ranking military commander (possibly even royalty) would also explain why Yozora is offended that some commoner is running around using the Commander's name.
And it would explain why the secret bad ending is titled Falsus Rex. We know there is a false king, I initially assumed it was just Sora given that Riku was the true keyblade wielder, but Yozora replacing the heart of the Verum Rex World's Commander AKA Sora would also literally make him a false king.
Now Nameless Star did say the person she's pining and waiting for is Yozora, and this could still be true. If Yozora's heart replaced Sora's, then perhaps Sora's heart replaced Yozora's. In other words, they may have switched bodies. Yozora is still the one she's waiting for and his heart "was replaced by another's", it's just that Yozora's body also has the wrong heart within it.
And that's it, that's my theory.
No wait: Maybe Yozora is nobody's body maybe he's an avatar (from a videogame) who is a blend of Yozora's real body (who may be a Sora lookalike) and whoever Riku's lookalike is.
NO WAIT UPDATE JULY 2024: If Yozora is Sora's opposite in name (Night Sky vs Sky), then Riku's opposite in name must be who his lookalike is. Maybe his name will mean "Mountain" or something, Yama? Sangaku? Or something like that!
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........I'm so sorry for these ramblings. 😭
Take everything here with 2 pounds of salt, we have no idea what will happen in KH4 and I'm most likely way off base. I'm just writing what my brain is crapping out.
I'll get back into excitement for Missing Link once the game finally drops, but I'm so ready for KH4 even more than Missing Link because I wanna see our boys again and have the Verum Rex mystery unraveled.
#kingdom hearts#sora#riku#yozora#ramblings#ignore me im sorry#throwaway post#throw it all away#kh4#kingdom hearts 4#theory?
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Hi, OTNF & Co (and YoungerThanNetFic)! So, I have a question.
When I started out doing gift exchanges and the like, I thought the idea was to not force your own vision on the prompter, and that in return you would be left a modicum of, you know, leeway in your own endeavour.
So yes, you'd follow the prompt(s) given, respect the DNWs and the wants if given, of course! But I've always felt that expecting someone to write exactly what you want was a doomed thing--the only person who could hit your buttons just so was yourself, and chance might make it happen sometimes when you find you read THE fic, but you can't expect a mystery person whose skills you don't know to just do it. That seems... unfair, compared to letting them play to their own strengths?
If I'm expected to follow a very detailed plot already outlined for me, then I know that I will have absolutely no desire and worse, no ability to do it. All I'm left with is "Why don't you write it yourself if you already know everything that's going to happen?" (If you couldn't tell, I'm definitely not someone who likes detailed scenario prompts, lol. Best way to get me to dry up instantly).
I thought the idea of gift exchanges would be to accept a little bit of surprise, at least--sure, I prompted, idk, "Space Pirates AU," but I wasn't expecting the vampire twist! I've also always considered fandom events to be for the entire fandom, not just the participants; I thought the goal was to make your giftee happy with a story they'd like, sure, but that you put in effort to make it good for them AND everyone else who might enjoy it.
But then, I've seen and heard different things; that one should follow a list of very detailed wants (the... letter? for Yuletide? I've never participated so I'm a bit ??? about Yuletide) and that somehow everyone was apparently expected to be able to write stuff they don't vibe with or even dislike, if the needle falls on you. I'm assuming a modly human touch is supposed to help with that, but now this is all making gift exchanges look quite scary instead of an exhilarating perspective.
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It depends very much on the exchange and the people.
I personally love outline-level prompts as long as the person gets that I might write something else.
For Yuletide, I do generally consider it a present only for that one person because it's quite possible that nobody else cares about slashfic of Medieval Spanish books of proverbs or whatever.
Letters in Yuletide are optional to write and optional to read. The writer isn't obligated to follow any of your details other than DNWs that are listed in the actual signup, and they aren't even obligated to click the letter link.
Since they can already do whatever they want, I generally write fairly specific ideas and don't offer a lot of "You don't have to write my ship" waffle.
IMO, the key is that the more detailed your requests, the more variety you should give for each ship/fandom/whatever.
But really, most exchange participants are pretty low key. It's just the absolute die-hards who circulate massive lists of "rules" that appear nowhere official and make the whole thing more stressful.
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The hat-rule
A/N: hi! Finally a post on this blog without being shadowbanned:p but you can still follow my other blog; @rogerswifesblog-updates I don’t remember how this idea come into my mind (probably some tiktok or smth) but I really hope you’ll enjoy it!!
Masterlist
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Cowboy!Reader (cowgirl?)
Summary: Steve puts readers hat on not knowing the rule behind his actions.
Warnings: alcohol consumption, the cowboy hat rule, reader is described rather curvy I’d say, blow job, female masturbation, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, male masturbation (?)
Cowboy hat rule: If you wear a cowboy'hat, you have to ride the cowboy!
It was a stupid idea, Steve thought. Going to a country club? He doesn’t even like that kind of music. But it also wasn’t his idea. It’s Clint’s turn to decide what they’re going to do on a Saturday night and that’s what he decided would be fun. Usually they made movie nights, cooking, baking or going out for drinks to some luxurious places (yeah, the last one is always on Tony).
„It’ll be fun, Cap. You can even ride the mechanic bull-we all should do it”, Clint grinned as they walked into the pub, he and Tony were wearing cowboy hats. They wanted Steve to wear one too, but he declined. It’s not really his thing. He rather wears his baseball cap, as low as possible, so nobody recognises him-even though he’s pretty sure with the other avengers this will happen either way.
Sighing, Steve shook his head. “Yeah, sure. I can do that if you leave me alone about the hat. I won’t wear one”, he mumbled, as they sat down at a free table. Steve immediately caught someone’s eye; a pretty young lady sitting at another table nearby. She was a cow…girl? At least that’s what he assumed since you were wearing a cowboy hat. A sweet smile crept onto your lips when you looked right at him meeting his gaze.
Steve felt a blush forming over his cheeks, giving you a short smile he quickly looked away, straight into the eyes of a smirking Natasha. Her gaze told him she knew something-even though he had no idea what. She was looking at him like a predator at its prey. Like a shark. A grin crept onto her lips. All teeth.
But she didn’t say anything. Instead she took out a flask, giving it to him. The smell alone told Steve it was Asgardian alcohol.
So that’s how this evening is going to be. Fine.
After they all ordered the drink Steve asked for a shot Glass for himself, too, which he received without questions about the mysterious flask. That’s one of the little perks of being an Avenger. Nobody asked questions…
While they were talking and drinking one shot after another, he forgot about the pretty girl next to them. Only meeting your gaze a few times, always smiling at each other. You even once lifted your shot at him, signalizing him to drink-and he did it. Tony noticed it, of course, teasing him about it. “Well, well, Capsicle. A cowgirl?”, but Steve ignored him, as Natasha stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him with her.
“I dare you to ride the bull!” She knew Steve is always up for a challenge, so it didn’t surprise her when he took off his cap and jacket, throwing both in her open arms. “Watch me tame that beast”, he grinned, loud enough for the avengers and you to hear. The corners of your lips twitched and you put down your drink, to fully concentrate on the avengers that were walking closer to the mechanic bull, probably wanting to watch Steve and maybe try riding it themselves.
That’s gonna be a show.
The huge chunk of a man sat on the bull, not needing help getting onto its back. His cheeks wore a gentle blush, maybe from being tipsy or maybe from having this much attention from all the people around him.
When the bull started moving you immediately saw his legs tightening around it, his muscles flexing, thigh Firm and thick. You’d do anything to feel them thighten around your head…or riding one of his thighs, while he’d bounce it, moving his hands over your body, maybe squeezing your breasts…
You quickly shook these thoughts away, watching the blond still holding onto the bull, but seemingly struggling. Huh. You thought the Captain would be better than that-but before the 20th second could pass, Steve was thrown forward, falling right over the bulls head, landing on his but.
His gaze immediately fell to you, especially when he heard your soft, amused laugh. Once again he felt his blood rush to his face, making him blush a scarlet red. “Wow, Cap, you really show the bull how it’s done-“ Tony’s voice made him look at the man. “Well, yeah? Then do it better”, while Steve left the mats, Tony shrugged his suit jacket off. “You’ll be surprised Capsicle.”
All the Avengers tried riding the bull-Tony being thrown to the side only a bit after ten seconds, then Clint, who made a literal backflip when the bull started moving more suddenly-but he was longer on the bull than Steve, not really surprising anyone. Somehow everyone got used to Clint having weird skills, not knowing the reason for that. Especially not after seeing him pole dancing on an undercover mission.
“Come on, Nat, you should try it”, Clint grinned, but the redhead only laughed. “Yeah, no I’m good.”
Hearing that the Avengers were done, you stood up and walked straight up to the bull. “Then let me show you how to really tame the bull”, with that you hopped onto the bull, not even grabbing the rope. The guy operating the bull laughed loudly. “Well, our record holder, I see. Let’s not make it easy for you”, he tipped his head to you, Turing in the bull.
You’ve ridden the mechanic animal so many times, it’s not even a real challenge anymore. Your hips moved smoothly, sliding along with every move, thrusting forward…making Steve imagine your body naked, riding him. Sinking on his dick, sliding forward and back on his dick, your hands grabbing his pecks, maybe pinching his nipple lightly. Fuck. Thank god he was sitting with his jacket in his lap, otherwise he’d give the other people around him a bigger show than before.
He couldn’t stop his dick from tenting his jeans, as he watched your breasts jiggle with every movement, your ass bounce as the bull started shaking from side to side. With you bending forward he could look right into your cleavage. His dick twitched, while he couldn’t tear away his eyes from your breasts. Fuck, they looked so soft. If you’d let him fuck these? Maybe you’d wrap your plump lips around the leaking head of his cock.
Looking up you noticed Steve staring at you, squirming in his seat. He was observing you like a tiger. A hungry tiger, watching his prey.
Without thinking twice you grabbed your hat throwing it to Steve, who caught it out of reflex. The people around him immediately started cheering, Clint and Tony telling him to put it on, which seemed to confuse him.
And then he did it.
Some people that saw the interaction clapped their hands, Tony whistled and Steve just looked confused to Nat. She only grinned cheekily. Then Clint clapped him on the shoulder and Steve was totally puzzled.
…What just happened?
After a few more seconds you jumped down from the bull, walking straight up to him. Sitting, he had to look up at you, with the few inches you had now over him. Putting his hands on his wide shoulders, you stroked over them, massaging him gently. “You know what they say, Captain…wear the hat, ride the cowboy-or, well cowgirl in this case”, you purred in his ear. Of course, others still heard it. Especially Tony, who had been listening curiously as soon as you stepped up to Steve.
The color that was slowly coming back to normal on Steve's cheeks turned once again a dark red shade, creeping from under his button down right to the very end of his ears. “E-excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am, I’m sorry for taking your hat-my friend told me to wear it-I’m really sorry, ma’am”, Steve rambled, not understanding what you were talking about. Riding? You? Were you talking about…sex? Was he this obvious with his attraction towards you? Oh god, was he being a creep???
Your soft chuckle made him look back at you, not even having noticed he started nervously looking around. “Stevie, you have no idea what it means to wear this hat, huh?”, he shook his head, slowly taking off the hat and offering it back to you. You took it in your head, but put it back on his head instead of yours. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. It’s exactly what you think it is”, you grinned and it looked like Steve’s blush darkened if that was still possible.
His mouth agape, eyes big and curious roaming over your face…his hands slowly finding your waist and pulling you a bit closer. “So we-should we go now to your place? I’d like to-you know-do…it”, Steve mumbled, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. You took his hand and pulled him up from his seat. Now, needing to look up at him, you winked at the man. “My place isn’t far away. Let’s get going and…I’ll show you some real riding”, with that you took your jacket from your booth, hearing as the avengers teased Steve. “I can’t believe we help Cap to get laid tonight-” “-don’t forget to use protection-“ “you’ll better endure longer than with the bull-” “hopefully you won’t get a heart attack old man-“
You couldn’t hear the rest after closing the pub doors and leaving the building. For a moment only sounds were coming from the cars passing by and people chatting, while you two walked the path, your arm around his, holding onto him.
“I’m Y/N”, you mumbled, only now noticing you haven’t introduced yourself yet. At least not properly. You knew who he was, probably most people in the pub knew it, but everyone was respectful and wouldn’t annoy them with autographs and pictures. In the end, the Avengers were just people. Well, maybe Tony Stark was…a bit different. But it’s Tony stark. Everyone knew him like that.
“It’s nice to meet you, I’m-well, you know who I am”, he sighed, making you look up at him, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “You’re Steve-an awful bull-rider if you ask me”, this made him chuckle lightly and he pulled you a bit closer against him.
Steve smiled at you for a moment, before kissing your head, making the two of you giggle. A few moments later you stopped at your complex building, taking out your key. “Here we are”, you grinned, already imagining Steve’s hands on your body, his lips on your skin…suckling and licking at your soft spot at your throat. God, you couldn’t stop thinking about it all. But he stopped smiling, pulling away from you and looking down at the footpath.
“I…I’m not- I usually don’t do stuff like that, you should know”, he mumbled, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Was he talking about bull riding? Because you could see it, without him needing to clarify that. And you didn’t mind. “It’s okay. I’m not making fun of you, don’t worry-I mean, I’d rather made fun of Stark. He looked silly, you looked…well, pretty good”, Steve still seemed unsure and not amused, which made you furrow your eyebrows. A few seconds ago he was laughing? What happened?
Gently taking his hand out of his pocket, interlocking them you pulled Steve against you. Your other hand stroking over his cheek. “What is it Steve?”, you asked quietly. You could clearly see the blush still lingering on his pale skin.
He put his hand gently over yours, squeezing. “It’s-its the first time I left with someone-I mean I’m- I have done it but never with a stranger-not that I would mind if, because you’re really pretty and fuck-so sexy and hot-oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-I mean-god I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. It’s like my brain to mouth filter doesn’t work, Jesus, I’m so sorry”, he rambled, shaking his head.
When he looked back at you, you were grinning amused. All teeth, even with pretty dimples and little happy wrinkles surrounding your eyes. “Steve, we don’t have to do anything…we can just go up, sit down and watch a movie. I’ll make us something to eat…we don’t even have to kiss”, you reassured him.
Only then did he smile lightly before nodding. “But….I’d really like to kiss you”, it was only a whisper, barely audible. It still made your whole heart flutter, butterflies trying to erupt from under your skin, everything tingling…
God, did this man even know how pretty he was when smiling?
A second later Steve leaned down, giving you a gentle peck on the lips. Unsure and hastily, yet it still managed to make your breath hitch.
Blushing Steve watched you for a moment, before once again kissing you, this time longer. A slow soft kiss, not erotic just…gentle. It’s like he was kissing you for the purpose of kissing, not to indicate anything sexual. It was really…nice. To be kissed like that.
Your hand found his neck, pulling him a bit closer, the hat on his head slowly sliding down. You couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips, while you pulled back and pushed the head in its place. “Let’s get inside. It’s getting cold”, you whispered, feeling your own blood rush to your cheeks.
After entering your apartment, you took off your boots, Steve doing the same with his shoes toeing them off. You shook your head lightly, grinning at the grown ass man, toeing off his shoes like a child. He shrugged, pulling you closer against him. “Don’t say anything. My mom hated it when I did that”, he grinned, not even noticing sharing such a memorie with a total stranger.
Laughing, you went to the kitchen to grab two beers. Of course Steve followed you like a lost puppy, looking around your apartment curiously. “Oh this is pretty”, Steve said, looking at one of your paintings. “Thanks, it’s…just a little hobby of mine”, you said smiling. Steve’s eyes immediately light up. “I love drawing too! And painting! What paint do you use?”
That’s how you two started talking about art supplies and other stuff, Steve having more knowledge than you, but still being patient and explaining everything to you. At this point you were both sitting on the couch, close enough for your thighs to touch.
Taking another sip of your beer your gaze fell to Steve’s head, still wearing your hat. Was he even aware of it? A small smile crept onto your lips. Steve followed your gaze, or tried to, looking up cross eyed. “Oh, I’m sorry”, he blushed, taking off his hat. His hair was sticking out in every direction, which he quickly tried to brush over with his hand. “You look cute with it”, you grinned, shrugging. You grabbed the hat again, putting it on his disheveled hair.
Only then did you notice how close you two were. His breathing against your soft skin…when did his hands land on your waist? Instead of pulling away you slowly stroking with your hand over his cheek and slowly down to his neck. Steve could hear your heartbeat quicken, when he slowly pulled you on his lap. His lips and nose caressing along your skin.
Then you felt his lips press against yours, kissing you gently, but hungry. His tongue exploring your mouth, kissing your teeth. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your hips press against his bulge. “Fuck”, he whispered, slowly kissing down your neck, while grabbing your hips and grinding his arousal against your crotch, making you gasp. He felt big, even though he wasn’t even fully hard yet.
You reached with one hand to his zipper, slowly opening it, before pulling the pants a bit down with Steve’s help. While stroking his clothed cock you could feel him hardening beneath your palm. Your other hand started opening his button down.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous”, you whispered, leaning down and licking over one of his rosy nipples, listening to Steve’s moans, while he bucked into your palm. His tip had already left a wet spot on his boxer shorts from all the pre cum.
One of his hands grabbed your hair, pulling you in another bruising kiss, your lips already feeling raw from all the kissing. His grip on your hair tightened, while he grabbed your hand with the other one and guided you in his boxershorts, where he wrapped your hand around his cock.
Fuck.
Your fingers didn’t touch. They didn’t close around his girth. He was long, probably long enough to touch your cervix. Holy Jesus. You traced the vines with your fingers. You weren’t setted with just your imagination, so you broke up the kiss and looked down at his dick in your hand. “Fuck-wanna suck you off, steve. Please let me do that”, you nearly whined, already sliding down from his lap.
If you had to be honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you’d get him fully in your mouth-and if you did, then your jaw would hate you for that. You could already feel the pain. Yet it didn’t stop you.
As soon as your knees hit the floor, you started licking his tip, circling his slit, before letting him glide in your mouth. You didn’t want to tease him. You couldn’t. You had to feel him.
When you started to bob your head, you felt how your pussy started throbbing. Fuck, you’ve never been this hot for someone you just met. Opening your own pants you pushed your hand beneath your panties, already finding your pussy wet. Drenched. When you started circling your clit a moan escaped your lips, making Steve’s hips buck into your mouth. “Fuck-“, he grabbed your hair, pushing your head a bit lower. His cock hit your gag reflex, but with Steve’s movements he pushed past it, his dick filling your throat.
The slightly rougher treatment makes you even wetter, two of your fingers sliding easily in your cunt with a squelch. Steve chuckled at that. “My little slut, getting worked up while sucking my dick, huh?”, he whispered, moving your head over his dick like he pleased. And you let him.
You’d let him do anything and everything to you at this point.
Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of dick. You only looked up at him, while he fucked your face like toy.
You really hadn’t expected him to turn into a rough dom, after being all shy and unsure the whole evening long. Somehow this made it all even better. And you wetter.
“Baby-fuck, I’m going to fill your pretty mouth-you’d like that, huh? I can tell you’re desperate to have my cum fill your pretty mouth”, he mumbled, his thrusts becoming harder, his dick hitting your throat more often.
Your movements of your fingers quickened too and you started rubbing your clit furiously, feeling your orgasm approach, while Steve was chasing his own, fucking your face without a care.
The mix of Steve’s pre cum and your saliva was dripping down your chin and onto his balls, even some of it on his pants. It was messy. Filthy even.
A moan escaped you, muffled by Steve’s cock, when you finally came, drenching your own fingers while you squirted over your hand, your legs trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh fuck sweetheart-“, with that Steve pressed your head down, your nose hitting his pelvic, while he grinded against your face, his cum floating your mouth and throat. He slowly pulled your head away, but you felt how his tip was still twitching and spurting more cum. God, how much could he cum?
He pulled his whole shaft out, only leaving the tip between his lips. “Swallow sweetheart, Daddy wants to feed you some more”, if you could come just from words, this would be definitely it.
Steve started stroking his dick, not moving your head, still having the mushroom head between your lips. You looked up at him, still circling your clit gently, before pulling your hand out of your pants, which Steve quickly grabbed and pulled to his lips, licking and sucking your fingers clean. “Mm, so good, baby. Cant wait to have a taste from the source”, he grinned, making you whine quietly against his dick.
After a few more strokes you felt his cum flood your mouth, while Steve’s head fell back, a load moan escaping his lips, while he milked his cock in your mouth. You felt his tip leaving some cum on your lips when he pulled away, his dick slapping against his abdomen, still hard. “Swallow, sweetheart”, he grinned lazily. You did as told, showing him your empty mouth, sticking out your tongue, while you leaned to his dick again, licking around the head. “Such a good girl, fuck”, he whispered, grinding his dick against your face, before pulling you by the hair and away from his cock, back on his lap.
Your hat was still on his head, just a bit crooked, so you adjusted it a bit, which wasn’t necessary since Steve pulled you in another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, chasing his own taste.
“How many times can you go?”, you whispered against his lips, stroking over his hard cock again.
A devilish grin appeared on his lips.
“Wanna find out?”
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Thoughts on existence
Sometimes I think that it would be nice to just not exist in a material sense. Like, one could just take on a visual form if they wanted to, and change it anytime, or just not exist in that sense and only be there as a voice, or even a thought - like a ghost, but not dead because I like being alive. It's so wonderful and you can do so much with it. And sometimes I also think that existing as a physical, living thing is something cool and it can be really fun. I love dressing up, figuring out how to make my body look certain ways through clothes and also expressing myself with them, doing makeup even though I don't know how it works, and feeling the world around me. And hugs, I don't think being immaterial would be too fun without them. The problem is just that as soon as you're material, physically existing, you're immediately pressured to be something specific, that something being based on things about your physical form. And I don't want that. I don't want to always have to do and be certain things just because I look a certain way. Because I'm girl-shaped. Because I'm a human and not some other species. Because I'm a teenager. And nobody should be pressured to do certain things and be limited because of that. The potential of a physically living being is endless and every person is unique and allowed to do anything with that potential. Or sometimes do nothing with it. Sometimes, wanting to disappear and evaporate okay. But being here and bound to this world shouldn't be a burden, we shouldn't make it painful for each other. Physical existence is neither a gift nor a curse – it's just a thing that happens, a factor that sets certain rules, and it's our right to do anything we like with it, move between the rules or bend them, test their limits, because we really don't fully know what they are. Nobody is obliged to test them, either, but anyone can try. It's my existence and I can try to explore as much of it as I want to and leave just as much a mystery.
#I don't often write my thoughts down but I randomly had that one and I got so scared to lose it that I just started#and I rarely feel confident about my writing skills when it comes to writing about my feelings or anything#but I quite like how this turned out#and I just feel like sharing this explains quite a bit about me that isn't possible to explain in simple terms#misha talks#thoughts#existence#gender#<- because that's a part of that thought train for me personally
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