#anon 🌠

[yostresswritinggirl]

Hello, how have you been? I hope you're doing alright. I remember being one of your emoji-anon (either 🌌 or 🌠, not really sure) back in 2021. I remember sending you an ask/feedback not long after you release a story smut (the red Xiao x reader x green Xiao) lol. Idk if the current list was all new anons or you still keep the anons from 2 years ago, sorry if I might be wrong!

At the time, your blog was such a great comfort place for me. Your writing is enjoyable and comforting (the submission from other anons, too). I got the confidence to send you an ask because you seem sooo nice, fun, and you're actually active and don't feel bothered talking with the people from your ask.

I was initially not really active, but eventually stopped going on this app after becoming more busy. But still, thank you so much. You, your blog, and the other anon at the time mean something to me. I hope you have an enjoyable days and I pray that it will always be filled with positive things.

Sorry for the long ask & if I seems weird (I mean no harm, truly). I'll be retiring from Tumblr and if I do come back, it might take years haha. Thank you (again).

(sorry to the anon who I mistook as me ^^;;)

This is either Lehra or Lily and honestly this made me so sad and teary (it's probably the latter but if it's none of them then that's hilarious-)

I sure hope I'm not too late to answer this but I hope you know I remember each and everyone of you, and even if you think you were inactive or had some degree of separation since you're in anon from me, you're a great influence and a source of happiness to me too. This place only became comfortable and nice from your enabling, and back then, answering your asks and socializing was the best thing about this hell site.

Life gets to us and I'm happy you and I are still alive, online or offline in this app. It's not weird and it's probably weirder to say I love you /platonic truly, and wherever life takes you, I hope you remember this online interaction we had. Because even if it was on the internet, we were happy and made each other happy

Best of luck with life, my child, keep moving forward ^^ 💙💙💙

[witch-hazels-musings]

I just saw that you also did a face reveal, and just wanted to say you look so pretty! And in celebration of your birthday/face reveal/12k followers, I have a little fic that just came to me lol

- Anon 🌠

Another April shower rained down on Mondstadt. While the nation was known for its delightful weather and great wine, one thing that was usually forgotten was that the grapes that make said wine needed water.

But today the clouds that left the sky a gloomy gray were nothing but a source of glee for Diluc. It was only a few weeks ago he found out about your birthday. While his birthday wasn't one that he usually celebrated now, he still wanted to make sure you understand the value he places on your birthday. Everyday you light up his world, so of course he would treat the day you came into the world with care.

Diluc peered outside the window to a small area nearby. He placed a watchful eye on the roses he planted. Roses just for you. Roses that he took over an hour awkwardly talking to Flora about. Roses that he took practically perfect care of. Roses that were meant to show all the love he held for you.

And tomorrow would be the day. The day he carefully snipped the flowers that were that held the most velvety red. The day he would take them to Flora to add more flowers, perfectly pink carnations and elegant, white tulips. Flowers that he had learned, over that talk with the young flower shop owner, were perfect for symbolizing his love.

...

"Ah, Hazel. May I quickly take a moment of your time? I just wanted to wish you a very happy birthday. I have some flowers for you."

"Hazel, I will love you as long as these flowers last. And I may or may have not grown those roses with a special charm on them. I hope this day is filled with lots of joy.

...

Even as the other flowers wilted, you found the roses to be as beautiful and as red as the day you were given them. Next time you go to visit Diluc you can find a pressed rose next to the weird vase that he keeps near the entrance of the manor.

WOWO thank you 🌠!!!

what a sweet gift and the thought of Diluc obsessing over flowers and WHAT making the roses last forever so his love doesn't fade >< >< HE WOULD DO THAT !!

thank you for the story! its so adorable I love ittttt <3

[sierrale8ne]

what kinks do you think Paige has 🙏

-🌠

oh anon i’m so glad you asked.

I think more than anything she has a huge (huge) praise kink. Obviously it’s shown in what she says to you, but hearing you praise her was a completely different story. She’d like it when you tell her how good it feels when she fucks you, how you love the way she kisses you. Even when you’re topping her, telling her how pretty she is, or how much of a good girl she’s being. That one is her favorite.

Daddy kink for sure. I genuinely cannot get the thought of that Daddy Paige cake out of my mind. She’d love hearing you say it while you beg, responding to you cries of please please please with “what’s my name?” Or when the sex is rougher than usual, when she’s breaking you apart with her strap and nearly manhandling you, the sheer dominance she feels when you call her daddy alone is enough to make her cum. She’s freaky like that I believe it.

Maybe it’s just because I write her like this but overstimulation? YEAH. She loves doing it to you for sure, making you cum over and over and over again just to prove she can; but there is another level of dominance that she loves in watching you go from her overconfident vocal partner to a a silenced little play thing for herself only. Then when she’s on the receiving end? I think she’d love the complete feeling of euphoria every time. Maybe after physical game or on a night where she just wants to be felt on, and you just push her to that edge repeatedly until you’ve deemed that she can’t take anymore. Sure she loves having that power over you but when those roles are reversed it’s almost even better.

Spit kink and please just hear me out! Thinking about your tongue between her legs, eating her out until your jaw is sore and she’s cumming in your mouth with ragged breaths and the occasional moan of your name. To have you lean up, and spit it onto her tongue? Or riding her strap— which I believe to be one of her favorite positions (we can get into that another time)— and the constant pressure of your bouncing on her cock, against her clit is becoming blinding. Your hand gently grips her face, instructing her to open her mouth just slightly so a hot glob of your spit lands perfectly on her tongue for her to swallow. PLEASE!

Let me stop it’s too early in the morning for this but I can (and will eventually) continue 🙂‍↕️

[ohmygs-blog]

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hiii☺It's my first time asking for a fic!I LOVE your fics so much so i thought i would ask you. I really hope you'll like the idea🤞It's a bit long tho.(smut fic🙊)

Larissa and Reader are best friends, they know everything about each other, they flirt and challenge each other, talk about sex and everything but never had sex. They're close.

Larissa invites R to spend the evening with her in her quarter, have a drink and watch a movie (that they'll never pay attantion to as usual).They talk, laugh and get a bit tipsy and R ask Larissa why she choosed not to have tattoos or piercing and then at some point, Larissa ask "how many piercing do you have? You never told me." So R gets up and show her the one on her nose, her lip, cheeks, a sternum piercing , maybe 3-4 each ear and maybe a lower back dimple piercings (those are ideas, you can add or change the piercing's places) and then she could sit back down and say "and i have my nipples pierced and a Christina's piercing. Would you like too see them too?" (half) joking because she thought Larissa would never say yes (not that she really minded showing her, she trusts her enough) but Larissa sensed the challenge there and decided to take R offguard and say yes, thinking that reader were going to back down, but then R gets up again and Larissa realised that she was REALLY going to show her and her eyes went wide at the idea but she didn't back down.....and then smut smut smut😅

You can add any kinks, toys or both,i'm fine with that!You can also add things about the beginning of the story if you think about something!I hope you want to write it and if not,it's ok too!Thank you xxxx

-Anon🌠⭐-

The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Larissa Weems xFem BestFriend!Reader

Summary— Larissa and Reader are best friends. They have been for as long as they can remember, the kind of friends who do all together and talk about it all. But what happens when you have a little too much to drink, and you find out that Larissa has a thing for your tattoos and piercings…?

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Anon response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for your kind words, I greatly appreciate them 🥰 and I love your request! I hope I did your idea justice. Thank you for the request, and welcome to my anons!! (if you’d do me a favor and clarify what emoji you’d like, I’d appreciate that, thank you!) Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut, drinking, little angst, little fluff, oral sex (both f receiving), fingering, face sitting, body adoration, tattoos and piercings adoration, teasing, light begging, implied overstimulation, confession of feelings, etc.

Enjoy (;

You sighed in relief as you enter Larissa’s private quarters. Being with your best friend always made everything better. You two just clicked perfectly.

Literally. You were such a good match. You talked about all kinds of shit. You have fun toying with one another, neither of you being one to back down from a challenge. Nothing was off the table when it came to you two.

You dropped your bags by the door, closing it behind you.

“Hey ‘Ris!!”

You called out your close friends name to indicate to her that you had arrived. Larissa had invited you to a sleepover this particular Friday night. She had mentioned something about a terribly stressful week, and being the good friend you were, you immediately took up the opportunity to care for and be with your friend.

“Oh Darling, Hello, Come in!” Larissa exclaimed, coming into the main entrance which connected to her living room, and greeting you.

The tall woman came up to you, giving you side kisses on each of your cheeks and then pulling you into a friendly hug. You sighed into Larissa’s embrace. Her hugs always made you lose all worry in your life.

You then properly came into her quarters, and the two of you ended up sitting comfortably on her couch. Larissa had brought a bottle of red wine and some glasses for you two to share. And like most sleepovers, the two of you planned to put on a movie. Although you both knew you wouldn’t pay much attention to it…

Tonight, you both decided on Three Thousand Years of Longing, a movie with Idris Elba and Tilda Swinton apparently about genies. Neither of you had a particular interest in genie movies, so it was a perfect pick to play in the background and just forget about.

As the movie began, Larissa popped the cork of the wine bottle and poured two glasses out for the two of you. She handed you your glass and you thanked the blonde. You then sat in each others company and just talked.

Larissa spilled all the details about her stress at work, and you as well. You talked and talked, the only thing visibly affecting the atmosphere was the every now and then sex scenes that came up from the movie. It caused a good deal of blushes, breath hitches, and clearing throats…

A couple of hours later the movie was almost over. And you had to confess that your knickers were damp from all the sex sounds that had been coming from the television… You didn’t know, but Larissa had admitted a similar thing to herself.

Your conversations could go in any and all directions. Especially when you were both tipsy. And that you were. By now, your conversation had shifted to talk about tattoos and piercings.

“I know you’ve probably told me this, but why don’t you have any tattoos again?” You tipsily asked.

Larissa took a moment to muse and think about her answer.

“Well, If I ever do get a tattoo, I think it’s important that it matters to me and will matter for the rest of my life… And I have never found something that fits that requirement.”

You hummed and nodded your head in response, going for another swig of wine quickly afterward.

“How many piercings do you now have?” The blonde asked curiously, her eyes lightly roaming up and down your frame.

You pursed your lips and smiled.

“Well… the nose ring, bottom lip, dimples, sternum, nipples, and a Christina piercing.”

You explained each piercing, indicating where each one was as you said it. Larissa’s eyes widened and darkened after every piercing location was revealed to her.

“And tattoos…?” She said, almost sounding breathless.

Larissa had put her wine done at this point. And she had scooted close to you.

“Ooh, I’ve got a lot of those… Wanna see them?”

You had responded in a particularly teasing and playful manner, half-way joking, and not expecting the blonde to take to up on your offer.

Larissa’s eyes sparkle and her pupils dilated at your words. She could never refuse a challenge, especially not from you…

“Yes. And the nipples piercings too…”

You nearly chocked on your own air, as your eyes widened at record speed. It’s not that you minded, you didn’t, you truly trusted Larissa. You just hadn’t expected that from here.

“I—Ok…!” You chocked out, standing up in front of Larissa to give her a better view.

Larissa leaned forward in anticipation, bring her lips and clasping her hands together over her legs. You then started to show the blonde each of your tattoos, one by one. Eventually you finished your tour, leaving your last two piercings.

You had to admit that you were a little nervous. But you were also tipsy. And those two things kind of cancelled each other out in your case.

So you lifted your shirt with ease, showing the woman your piercings on your exposed breasts. Larissa damn near chocked on her wine at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra. Her eyes widened and she fought to keep her mouth from dropping.

Larissa, almost dumbfounded, stood up and walked a few steps forward, where she was right in front of you. She reached out delicately, running a finger around your left nipple piercing. Your breath hitched lightly.

“And then I have my Christina piercing…!” You quickly said, redirecting the focus of the conversation.

Larissa’s eyes popped back up from your tits to your eye level.

“What’s that?” She innocently asked.

“It’s… I…” you stammered, your words lost on you.

“It’s— a piercing above my lower lips…”

Larissa’s eyes widened.

The wine was affecting you both by this point…

“Show me.”

You sensed the woman’s challenge and you decided to just show the woman.

You pulled your skirt down to pool storing your feet, and you carefully moved your underwear to the side, enough where Larissa could see the silver piercing near your sex.

Larissa had no words, and for a moment she just stood there. But you blinked once, and all of a sudden Larissa was on her knees, her mouth attacking your cunt.

Your knees threatened to buckle and your groaned loudly, your hand desperately grasping Larissa for stability.

“Jesus Fuck—!!”

Larissa pulled away after one simple lick, staring up at you with wide eyes. Your breath hitched and you stared back.

“You taste so good…” she whispered.

You wanted to combust right there. Your hips instinctually bucked towards the woman’s face.

“Don’t stop on my accord” you whispered back, your words turning into a groan as Larissa immediately dove in face first.

One of your hands flew to her free locks, which she had unpinned throughout the night. Your other hand desperately cling to Larissa’s shoulder.

Larissa’s tongue expertly lapped through your folds, but only after a swipe around your Christina piercing each time. It was teasing torture.

You groaned out in a whiny and breathy tone after ten minutes of this teasing.

“Oh for fucks sake Larissa— just fuck me already!!”

Larissa didn’t need to be told twice, simply humming in delight into your cunt, and then sliding her tongue into your core. You both moaned out in delight, your grasp at her head tightening.

The woman had you seeing stars minutes after this. Larissa stopped for a moment, coming up to your face and smashing her lips into yours. You moaned at your own taste on her lips. As you did so, Larissa was swift in undressing you.

“Want to see all of you… all of your piercings… all of your tattoos…” she breathlessly pled.

After all of your clothes had been discarded, Larissa playfully pushed you onto the couch. She went to straddle you, her dress still adorning her body.

“Is this okay…?” Larissa asked, a little concerned about her weight on you.

“More than…” you groaned with a post-orgasmic smile.

Larissa smirked and nodded, slipping to kneel right in front of the couch. Her hand grabbed your legs and hooked them up and above her shoulder for her easy access.

You gasped. Larissa then took a second to let her eyes wander at all of your piercings and tattoos. She licked her lips.

You were still buzzing from your previous orgasm when Larissa began swirling a finger around your slick folds. She continued to tease you clit and the entrance to your sex on and off while she sucked and licked and marked your skin. She eagerly focused her efforts on your tatted and pierced area of exposed skin.

Your head rolled back and you let out a breathy groan. Your one hand landed back in Larissa’s platinum locks, while your other was stabilizing yourself against eh couch.

“ ‘Rissa… please…” you breathily moaned, begging the woman to take you and stop all the teasing.

Larissa chuckled, and while she didn’t stop caressing and loving on your exposed skin, she did slip one of her fingers inside your wet heat. You hummed out in delight, her one finger providing your walls something to clench around, while you didn’t feel quite full or stretched yet.

While Larissa pulled and pushed her one digit in and out of you, her mouth was latched onto one of your perky, pierced buds. Strings of more breathy groans and pleading followed out of your mouth.

“M-more please ‘Rissa…!”

Larissa chuckled, pulling her one digit out, and then slipping two fingers inside you. Now this started to stretch you out. You hissed in response, your eyes rolling back.

“Taking me so well, Darling…” the woman cooed, biting your ear lobe where you had your lobe piercing.

“God F-faster—!!” You cried out breathily.

Larissa happily obliged, fucking into you with her fingers at a faster pace. The combination of her two digits and her sultry tone had you cumming a second time for the woman that night.

This time you screamed for Larissa as she made you see stars, and your legs were wobbly and shaking even more than last time.

“That’s it, doing so good…” she encouraged you, helping you over your high.

But she didn’t stop afterwards. No, she showed no signs of stopping. Her lips quickly attached to your clit, and she slid a third finger into your aching and sensitive core. You groaned and hissed, and your hand was pushing Larissa’s head further into your cunt.

Larissa’s hot mouth put the perfect amount of suction against your puffy clit and her three finger combo made you crash over into third, smaller, but still substantial orgasm.

You fell into the couch cushions, going limp, and Larissa finally pulled away, licking her fingers with wild eyes and a wicked smirk.

“W-wearing too many clothes ‘Rissa…” you huffed, completely out of breath, raising your hand lazily and indicating to her attire.

Larissa chuckled and immediately went to unzip her dress. It pooled at her feet, and she was quick to get rid of her silky undergarment set as well. In a second, the woman had you laid back along the couch, as she hovered on top of you.

She licked her lips.

“I was right by the way… you taste insatiably delicious.” Larissa purred, staring down at you.

You gulped and took the moment to admire the woman’s frame above you. Before Larissa could do anything, you raised yourself up and latched your tongue around one of her nipples. Larissa shuddered and let out a yelp.

“I think…” you hummed, letting go of her perky bud with a pop, “It’s your turn.”

Larissa’s eyes widened at your words and she nodded lightly.

“Alright…” she breathlessly spoke.

You looked the woman up and down before deciding.

“Sit on my face.”

Her eyes widened and her expression changed to one of concern.

“Oh. No, I don’t think—”

Larissa was stopped mid-sentence, gasping and groaning, by your lips trailing from her breasts and down her stomache, as you shimmied down the couch and towards her core.

“Trust me ‘Rissa…” you purred, licking through her folds only once.

Larissa’s hips immediately jerked towards your mouth for more. And she let out the hottest moan. She seemed convinced… Larissa carefully positioned herself above your face, you eagerly grabbed her hips and stuffed your face full of her needy sex.

Larissa’s hands landed on the couch to stabilize herself, as her head was thrown back and strings of leud groans and whimpers escaped her pristine lips.

Larissa looked lake a goddess above you, as you lapped away at her folds and into her core. Her hair and tits swayed in tandem, and the moment slowed perfectly for you to just revel and delight in the other woman.

~

When you woke up, you weren’t in your own bed… and you weren’t alone… Twisted in what you assumed to be expensive, silk sheets, you found yourself to be naked and with a strong enough headache.

You knew that you should have laid back on the alcohol…

You looked around and realized that you were in Larissa’s bedroom. And then you looked next to you in the bed, and sure enough, there lay a sleeping Larissa, just as nude as you.

You gasped lightly, sitting up, as all the events from last night came back to you. Part of you felt guilty that you both had been drunk enough, but a bigger part of you was so happy that it had finally happened.

But what if Larissa didn’t feel the same…?

“What’s on your mind, Love…?” A croaky, sleepy, yet still sultry British accent spoke out, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You looked towards Larissa who was still turned towards you, but this time her eyes were lightly opened and her sapphire gaze was upon you. You blushed lightly and sunk back into the bed.

“I… I feel like I may have taken advantage of our drunken state last night…” you whispered, not being able to look the woman in the eye as you spoke.

Larissa’s hand emerged from the covers, lightly directing your face by the chin to meet her gaze.

“Darling. If anything, I took advantage of you. I practically attacked you.” She breathed out.

“No no…” you shook your head, “I loved it.”

Your words came out before you could check them, making you blush even more intensely. At this Larissa chuckled lightly.

“I did too…”

You both smiled at each other, enjoying the newfound silence and love.

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[h0ney-mochi]

I think I've seen this a trillion times on tiktok but I genuinely need a ff written about it... Y know how xiao tells us to call him whenever we need right, how about he's away with some business (fighting demons, meeting zhongli and what not) and we kinda.. Miss him... We miss him a lot. So as we do our thing �� we moan his name a bunch of times, he would be so blushy and cute <3

- side note: may I be 🌠 anon?

Xiao x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (afab reader, masturbation / touching yourself, Xiao going down on you)

A/n: OHHH yeah, I've written something similar to this before!!! The idea is so nice though, he appears in your room and he's flabbergasted?? Flustered?? Ahhh... lovely. And YES you can be 🌠 anon, WELCOME WELCOME <3 /not proofread so sorry if any mistakes

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

You missed him alright. Yes, you knew he was definitely busy, but man.. you hadn't seen him on such a long time. Or gotten his touch.

Xiao did tell you that you can call his name whenever you needed him though.. and you technically did need him right now..

As you're trying to please yourself on your sheets, his name falls past your lips multiple times. Imagining how he'd bite you, how you'd kiss him so sweet... trying to get off from the thought of him.

Somewhere in Liyue, Xiao has finished dealing with monsters. Immediate worry in his mind when he hears the calls of his name from a familiar voice.

From you.

Doesn't hesitate to appear where you are, drawing his weapon. He scans the area, confused on how it's in one of the rooms in Wangshu Inn.

But once he turns around, he's met with a sight.

Sight of you on the bed, legs spread, hand between them and face flushed. His eyes widen in quick realization.

Oh.

"Xiao-!" You stop your movements, staring back at him. Well, yes, this is what you wanted, but you couldn't deny that it was also pretty awkward.

His face is heating up as he's trying to breathe. You're calling his name? While touching yourself?

He breathes in deep when he quickly comes closer to you, getting on that bed. Will you let him? Let him help you? You did call for him after all.

You're blinking at him while he positions himself between your thighs.

"Can I—" Xiao starts to speak, but stops, watching as you spread your legs a little more, making him break eye contact.

"Yes," you whisper, answering his unfinished question, "Please."

He does not waste any time, taking off one of his gloves and shoving fingers inside you. Oh, you're this needy? For him? From him?

Xiao looks at you for a moment before leaning down and putting his tongue against you. He's quick to get to work, that's one. Your head falls back as a high moan escapes you.

Archons, you missed him. And it looks like he missed you too, from the pace of his tongue and his fingers. His eyes get hazy the more you moan and squirm from him.

Oh, he needed the taste of you right now. And you needed his tongue. <3

[mattscoquette]

as a Latina, hearing Matt say la llorana the way he did was soooo hot and I was actually like tweaking

-🌠

no fr 😭😭

[ohbabydollie]

dollie i know you said no more schlatt but you're my fav schlatt writer and the only person i'd trust with this idea🫣

cheesy christmas cards/photoshoots with schlatt and the cats, with the tacky costumes and everything, the cliche poses, just funny cringe stuff. it becomes sort of an inside joke, and a yearly tradition, and it continues even after you guys have kids, putting them in the silly matching costumes

that is all, living for your ted era, because i'm obsessed with him too

-all my love, 🌠

*sigh* even when i came close to quitting he still haunts me /j

schlatt has everything planned out, from the theme of the christmas card to the outfits. schlatt hires a professional photographer to take the photos of you and the cats.

he spends a good two hours getting the tiny custom made sweaters onto jambo and [redacted] and trying to get them to keep it on for the photo. tiny cat santa hats, he goes all the way for these photos.

he even makes you do your hair in a 80’s poofy, curly, over sprayed style with the ugliest sweater you have ever laid your eyes on to match. schlatt is dressed to match you and is stoked to take the photos.

he wears his glasses and sits in a chair so you can put your hands on his shoulder and lean on him in that christmas card pose. he holds the cats as they start to try and take off their sweaters and he makes sure to pick out the worst possible photo out of all of them.

one where you’re not looking at the camera as [redacted] starts to hiss, jambo is getting ready to jump off his lap and schlatt is giving the biggest, psychotic smile known to man to the camera as the chaos starts around him.

he loves that picture and reposts it every single Christmas alongside the other pictures that show the chaos unfolding.

with kids it only gets better (or worse depending on how you see it), he picks the theme based on the classics from how the grinch stole christmas to a christmas story. they’re often the worst and best photos people have ever seen.

from your baby’s first christmas, schlatt dressed as the grinch, you as martha may and your poor little cindy lou who sobbing her eyes out as her dad holds her on her lap

all the way to their teenage years, your oldest dressed in ralph’s bunny onesie, youngest in a thick red coat with a scarf barely letting them peak through to look at the camera, you holding a turkey about to fall out of the tray and you husband holding that damn leg lamp.

he loves looking back on the photos from your first christmas together to the most recent, he puts them up as soon as thanksgiving is over and doesn’t take them down until after new years. he absolutely loves the stupid photos no matter how cringey they may look, he always finds a way to make them worse every year and sends them out to his friends just in time for the beginning of the christmas season

[hmshermitcraft]

(Grian x Scar, for the theme!)

Grian and Scar remain connected after Double Life. The whole “share a health bar thing” is still there, but it’s been downplayed. If one of them gets hurt, the other takes half damage, and death “just” brings you down to half a heart. This scared the life out of Grian the first time, and Scar was too busy running away to even notice. Eventually they got used to it, and by Season 10 it was just normal for Scar to take half Grian’s damage or vice versa.

But something they didn’t count on was each other’s chronic pain bleeding through. One day Scar woke up with his wings hurting like hell, so he had to ride on horseback for the first time in months. Meanwhile poor Grian was half-conscious, still trying to get out of bed because the phantom pain from growing extra wings will not stop him from getting this build done.

(Ok, maybe it will. Scar gliding down from his train hurt a lot.)

It takes a conversation with Pearl for Scar to finally realize what’s wrong. She asks why he’s on his horse, which leads to him explaining the pain in his wings. Remembering her brother had similar (more severe) symptoms, she asked if Scar he had seen Grian that day.

Cue Scar frantically galloping to his boyfriend’s base with a shulker box containing every medication known to man. If they couldn’t find something, there was always regen potions.

-💫🌠 Anon

Grian can't help but laugh when he sees inside Scar's shulker. He appreciates the thought, that's for sure. His uh... Zoo keeper in short shorts?

Even if there's not much Scar can do, the company is nice. Maybe next time he can do Grian's building for him - it's only fair if they're sharing pain! They should share responsibility too!

[witch-hazels-musings]

Happy Birth Month! Sorry if this comes out as kinda random, but I remember you mentioning that your birthday is in April like me! I like celebrating birthdays because that day a person who is amazing is born. So I hope you birthday is filled with lots of joy! - Anon 🌠

waaaaaa 🌠!! you and i share a birthday month!! how cooooool is that :D (yes my b-day is coming up, its actually super super soon lol) weekday birthdays should automatically be moved to the weekend when you are an adult lol)

happy birthday! maybe we can celebrate together with a little cake and story! 🎂🎂🎂📚📚📚

[necroangelz]

　　　 ˖ 　✦　　𓌔　　i want you to die for, for you to die for my love

in the night your heart is full, and by the morning empty　　　　 ˖ 　✦　　𓌔

♡　　personal rentry 　❀ 𓈒　 tag guide　⟡

ᛝ　keep reading for　𝜗｡　blog info 。。⠀₎₎

🕊️﹒　◟ fetching credits . . .

— CREDITS: Account layout　﹕　Heart divider used in pinned　﹕　K-Angel replycons made by 🎀 anon　﹕　Dividers

🪩﹒　◟ opening blog_info_tldr.docx . . .

🎐 — DNI: Basic DNI　﹕　Radqueer　﹕　TransID　﹕　Against anything related to my identity (kin, mogai, etc.)

💌 — BLOG NOTES: Edit posts are slow.　﹕　I don't edit with GIFs. 　﹕　I do not take requests anymore.　﹕　I don't know much about most discourse that's commonly discussed online and I don't care.　﹕　I often speak untranslated Tagalog here.　﹕　I use a typing quirk. (You = uu)

🎐 — SIDE ACCOUNTS: @xxxnecrotica ; rants, fandom reblogs, & others　﹕　@necroangelz-archive ; archive　﹕　@necroheavenz ; layout testing

🍥﹒　◟ opening extended_intro.pdf . . .

haiiii wsg my name is moonlightttt but also commonly called angelllll.... what u just read above is some important info for my blog. as u may have guessed i'm just your average tumblr user on editblr!

my (main) pronouns are SHI/MUSE/KILL (i use like so much pronouns though lmao) i am a GIRLTHING LESBIAN and a MINOR (older than 14. u won't be told my age) living in the PHILIPPINES. go ahead and d0xx me now (FOR LEGAL REASONS THAT'S A JOKE! :3) since I'm filipino, i can speak tagalog as well! I'm not the best at it but i try.

i am a fictionkin!!!!!! that means i am multiple fictional characters and i have past lives as some/most of them!! they are embedded into my identity and who i am as a person and i will bring up such topics frequently. <3 i usually theme my profile after my kins, and currently it's k-angel (again. i think it might be k-angel forever. you can't fight the k-angel unfortunately. being fictionkin is really important to me so if you think fictionkin are lesser than irls/fictives, hate on us and think we're "insane" etc. please get away from me <3

I'm not very social so i don't interact with others often.... i tend to silently follow people and like all their posts without talking to them LOL. but I'd be more than happy if people reached out to me first ^_^

[theemporium]

thinking about streamer sluts charlandax and how the house is just decorated with race memorabilia. It’s all their trophies and helmets, it’s art of the tracks and their cars. And like it’s almost laughably easy to decorate their house bc they just have to put their shit places and it counts as decoration.

But like reader moves in and slowly but surely shes making the place more homey. All of a sudden there’s blankets on the couch and candles on the coffee table. There’s cute little plants in the bookshelf and little bobbles all over the place.

And that’s when the boys realize that she’s what’s they were missing all this time. This is what they need to completely separate themselves from racing and the emotions that comes with it. And it’s like oh, that’s where you’ve been, this is what we’ve been missing

-🌠

she just brings such a soft, homely touch🥹

and the way it hits the boys in different ways. like they come back from a triple header and max is like, “oh woah, it smells like a bakery in here” before he notices the candle

or charles is lying on the couch and he’s complaining about how cold it is and she just grabs a blanket she tucked under the coffee table and he’s like :0

or lando complaining about the shelf space in his office looking weird and the next time he comes back home, you’ve filled it up so it’s all his trophies and helmets and your books and trinkets mixed together🥲

[asheanon]

Kintsugi, an art of repairing damaged things with gold. A metaphor that there is still beauty in the broken, or perhaps even more. ❤️💜

— Commission for @vinjaryou 🎨

This one is also accompanied by a story, should you wish to read it as well! Written by @vinjaryou. You can find it here. 📖 (And it's one I personally enjoy! Vinja's fics have a way of warming up my super edgy cold dead heart. 10/10, would recommend.) 💙

[cringegenic]

(Sorry for this one being a bummer ;-;) Cringe (CDD) system culture is knowing you have DID—being diagnosed, in therapy, doing the work on yourselves so you can heal—but not putting that part online so people only see the part you're comfortable with (i.e., the silly "I have a buncha fictives from the same thing! Wacky!") and being scared to post in CDD spaces because r/FDC + r/systemscringe users lurk in there... It's hard to resist the urge to go "Yeah, I'm cringe but I PROMISE I suffer, too!" and post things I'd rather keep between me and my therapist just so I don't risk getting harassed. :/

Sorry again for this one being kinda a bummer. You can feel free to delete this if it ain't the vibe.

- 🌠🌙

Cringe System Culture Is

[mattscoquette]

Chris in red does the same thing to me as Matt in any color does to me

-🌠

ugh chris in red >>>

[selfship-confession-box]

having an f/o from a source with shitty creators is the worst. every time i post abt them im like what if they get me (i dont know who they is) - 🌠🐾

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