#bro's over the fucking moon- how much more could he ask for?

[hor3nee]

cw: nsf/w shitposting

Leon gets whatever the fuck is the opposite of post-nut-clarity as in pre-nut-happy.

As in he starts laughing and twirling his hair at you when he's horny and hard. As in skipping through the house and batting his lashes when he's in the mood. As in getting on his knees and kissing your hand and foot before he stuffs his face into your cunt and laps at it with a stupid smile shoved against your pussy.

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity

chapter eight

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+ content, unprotected sex (use protection obvs), rough undertones but not really, bro's possessive as fuck

series masterlist; previous part; next part

Your old Professor had given you some much needed insight over the Christmas holidays. Harry had dragged you and Ron to sit in agonising silence as he and Remus had a back and forth battle of wills over Harry's wild theories. Remus was certain that Voldemort wouldn't recruit inexperienced, young adults who were barely eighteen, but you knew he was wrong about that, especially considering he was recruited into the Order as soon as he was no longer a Hogwarts student.

Theo had not replied to a single letter; you'd sent countless over the small three week break.

Remus had yelled at Harry for making such harsh accusations, then had apologised not ten minutes later. It was a full moon after all, and he was still grieving over Sirius' death. Before that had sullied the peaceful evening, you confided in your old Professor before lunch had been served, who was more than willing to offer his profound wisdom to you.

"Sir? Can I-" you hesitate in the doorway of the Burrow's living room, feet teetering on the edge of the threshold, the smell of Mrs Weasley's cooking permeating the calm air. Before you could continue, Professor Lupin let out a hoarse chuckle and invited you to settle in the cushioned sofa next to him.

"I'm not your Professor anymore," he spoke your name softly, "please call me Remus."

"Okay sorry. Can I ask you something, Remus?"

"Of course. I'll try to help in anyway I can." his encouraging smile led to you spilling what was on your mind – he'd always been easy to confide in.

"I've been doing some extra reading on further subjects," you start, chewing on a hangnail on your thumb. "about- about siphons."

Remus stilled. If you weren't so nervous you would have narrowed your eyes in suspicion.

"What have you learned so far?" his response was slow and curious; carefully constructed.

"Well other than the fact that they don't draw magic from their cores...nothing. And every book in the library says the same thing." you let out a frustrated sigh and he seems to take pity on you.

"Siphons are extremely rare, which you know, of course." one of his hands cups his jaw contemplatively, as if he's choosing his words with careful precision. "That's why there's so little information, because there are very few people alive who have been able to record their true nature.

What we do know, is that siphons can completely draw out sources of magic into themselves; drain it to nothing to gain that power. They're very volatile in thats sense because no one knows how much power they can truely handle."

He gave no indication that he saw the way your flinched at his words. You were grateful for it.

"But surely harbouring that much power would be dangerous? Nature demands a balance." you say in a small voice.

He mumbles your name with a knowing look of understanding before patting your shoulder, indicating an end to the conversation but you still catch his parting words: "Look in the restricted section, in books about forbidden magical and mythical creatures and you'll find what you're looking for. Consult Professor Dumbledore too, it would be more useful than soley relying on my account."

"Thankyou sir- Remus." he leaves you there, chuckling quietly at your correction as he let you know that he'd see you at dinner later in the day. You're left infinitely more confused than before you initiated the conversation, but as you left through the opposite door that led to the bedrooms upstairs to find Ginny, you failed to see the curious eyes of you best friend, hidden under his cloak of invisibility.

~∞~

Something had changed over the holidays. The air around the castle was different; a dark, sinister energy permeating the comforting warmth that the magical wards usually bathed the castle grounds in. You didn't know how you felt the shift moreso than your friends. Maybe it was the January weather, or the fact that you missed the comfort of home, but you knew in your gut that things were different now. Your stubbornness didn't want to admit that it could be a result of your new abilities that hadn't shown since Katie Bell's incident.

It became evident in your patrol evenings with Theodore, too. He was withdrawn, sullen and constantly aggravated; if he bothered to show up at all sometimes. You knew what it meant and you kept this piece of information to yourself, lest it gave your friends one more reason for you to avoid the Slytherins.

But you made a promise; one that you wouldn't break.

The change was even more evident in your sessions with Mattheo. He was pushing you to your limit, and getting exceedingly frustrated with you, for no reason. He was angry at the world and at you, apparently.

After a considerably hard yank at your innermost thoughts, you shoved him out with a glare, which he returned tenfold.

"Okay. Ow? Why are you being so aggressive?" you snap, massaging your throbbing temples. He scoffed at you and moved to stand, beginning to pace.

"What? You don't think someone trying to infiltrate your mind won't be? Don't be so naive, I can see all your thoughts. Shut. Me. Out." He spat your name out like it was filth to him, and you suppose it was at one point in time. Pushing youself to stand, you make your way to him so you were chest to chest.

"What is your problem?" you question, narrowing your eyes at him as he stared back with deadly, onyx eyes. He scoffed and turned away from you, fingers rubbing at his temples as if this whole conversation was giving him a headache.

"It is giving me a headache." he spat and your glare intensified. "You're not focused, your mind is unraveling at the seams. It's like you haven't made any progress at all."

You startled him with the cold laugh that escaped you. "That's rich." you spat, your pointer finger digging into his strong chest. "You're a hypocrite Mattheo. You have been unfocused for the last week. So answer me this: what is your issue?"

In seconds he had you pinned against a wall that you hadn't noticed he had been backing you into, his breathing heavy and cold as ice. His hand was wrapped loosely around the base of your throat, not tight enough to harm but enough to pose a threat.

"You know nothing about me, Princess." his voice was a low and deadly rasp that sent coils of dread right down to the tips of your toes, but you couldn't deny the blatent arousal that was beginning to fester. "You know nothing, yet you're still willing to be in a room with me. Willing to let me do things to you that your friends would abhor you for. Willing to keep secrets from the very people you should trust with your life."

You cursed the flush in your cheeks, and the lust in your eyes.

"You've been dancing with the devil for months, sweetheart." his voice was a nocuous whisper as his lips grazed your's with controlled precision. The sharp feeling of his teeth piercing your bottom lip invaded all your senses along with the metallic taste of blood. "You should've expected that I'd behave as such."

He kissed you then, an art of carefully thought out distraction as he sucked on the wound he created. But he underestimated you as you raked your fingers through his unruly, dark curls. Wandlessly, wordlessly, you willed the Legillimens spell to take hold and you were thrust into his mind, barraging through his fortified shields as if they were mere shadows ready to be swept away.

You were thrown into a seat at an overly large dinner table, that could seat at least thirty people, Bellatrix Lestrange seated adjacent to the seat opposite you, causing you to flinch at the phantom feeling of her cruciatus curse from the Department of Mysteries. The room was vast, with a towering ceiling filled with delicate Jacobean decor, it was dark and foreboding; you didn't want to be here.

You were sat to the right of Death himself.

Voldemort didn't acknowledge you and the words he spoke were a garbled blur of nothing as your attention was brought to the back of the room, by the double doors to the Entrance Hall. Draco Malfoy walked in, followed by Lorenzo and....and Theodore.

The next moment made you want to scream and cry as Mattheo was forced to stand before his friends, before Voldemort's loyal followers who were a mere spillage of darkness to your vision, and tortured by his own father. Somehow this was more painful than the memories you'd seen of his in those first few lessons; knowing it had been as recent as the week before. You gaped as Voldemort merely turned to Enzo and Theo; you fought tooth and nail to stop the inevitable as you watched them writhe and scream as the Dark Mark appeared on their left forearms.

You were shoved so violently from his mind that your head collided painfully with the wall behind you. You were staring at him, wide eyed and wincing as he glared down at you, murderously.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't- I'm sorry." you tried to catch your breath, only now realising that the hold he had on your throat had tightened upon reflex. Your hands flew to the singular wrist that helf your life in his hands, clawing as it flexed. "Mattheo-"

You watched in understandable horror as a smirk painted his beautiful face. Your wrists continued their assault with renewed vigour.

"I'm very impressed." he mumbled, his face drawing closer to your's, his voice a sensual whisper in your ear. "No one has ever been able to do what you just did."

He pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear and you trembled as the hold he had on your throat did not let up.

"What are you going to do to me?" you whispered hoarsely, fear painting your tone. He snickered at your predicament and the tightness surrounding your throat lessened considerably, but he maintained a loose grip, a warning.

"I want to do unspeakable things to you, sweetheart." he said, his voice a reflection of the arousal that was pressing heavily against your abdomen. His smirk widened as you shuddered at the way he said your name. "I'd like to think that I'm an honourable man. And I want to do the honourable thing, but I've resisted you for far too long."

Weeks worth of avoidance came to head in that moment as he surged forward, finally pressing his lips to your's. You could taste cigarettes on his tongue and his cologne filled your lungs with every breathe you managed to gasp between heated kisses. The wound on your lip pulsed from the attention, the pain causing a whine to crawl up the back of your throat. The kiss deepened.

His hands roamed over your entire body; hips, waist, thighs. Like he didn't know where to settle them, while his body pressed you further into the wall with pure male strength – you wanted to climb him like a tree. Somehow you managed to pull away from his ministrations, heavy breath mingling with his.

"You're not angry that I just broke through your shields?" you ask with a furrowed brow. He only lets out a quiet laugh as he shakes his head, leaning down to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck, then soothing the marred skin with presses of his lips and swipes of his tongue. You breathed out an airy moan at the sensation, tilting your head back to grant him more access.

"A little miffed." he mumbled agaist your skin. "But not angry. No one has ever been able to do that, except you apparently. Smart girl."

He didn't speak for another minute or so, content with marking your smooth skin instead.

"I'm proud. These lessons are paying off, it seems." and you hear it in the tone of his voice, the pride. You respond with a stifled laugh as he bites into the sensitive flesh of your collarbone and you swat at his shoulders.

"You're always content in making my life difficult." you tut, but make no move to stop him as he begins to unravel the knot in your tie. "Do you know how long it takes to cover these up? With and without magic!"

"Don't want you to cover them up." he mumbles, so quietly that you almost miss it. But you don't miss the possessive gleam that ignited in his onyx eyes. "You're mine."

You're mine. The words echoed through every corner of your mind.

"Am I?" you challenge and you pull him closer to you as you weave the fabric of his tie through your fingers. He growls as he rips your school shirt in two, ignoring your admonishing protests as he pulls it from your body. This continues until your stood in nothing but your under garments.

"Beautiful." he mumbles as he traces featherlight touches down your body with his calloused hands. "Absolutely breathtaking."

"Well I don't think it's very fair that I'm the only one whose indecent." you snark, though your attempts at hiding your anticipation were rubbish at best.

"So undress me, darling." he says after a split second of reluctance, his voice low and demanding, it makes your thighs clench. Looking at him through dark lashes, you begin to unknot his tie, slow and teasing. The buttons of his shirt are next, popped one by one by your nimble fingers; when you raise to your tiptoes to smoothly remove his shirt from his shoulders he tenses as you come face to face with his lean, quidditch built torso.

That's when you see it. Ink black and imposing against his tanned, muscular forearm. Covered in thick scars, old and new, was the Dark Mark. Your breath hitched in your throat as you trailed your fingers lightly across it. Mattheo shivered at the feeling.

"Scared?" he asks, voice low, you almost detect a hint of shame...or something else.

"Of you?" you ask, taking his left hand in both of your's, fingers running soft circles across his palm. "No."

"You should be." he says it like he believes it to be true. His fingers flex in your hold and then tighten, squeezing your's in earnest.

"I'm scared for you, Mattheo. For all of you. This," your pointer finger trails against the Mark, "isn't fair."

He smiles at you then, all soft and sad and heartbreaking. "This is the life I've been dealt, love. No use in trying to stop it."

You brought his forearm level with your face and begin to press gentle kisses to his marred skin. His breath hitches and you can't place the look he gives you.

"You're not a monster." you mumble between soft caresses. "You're kind and intelligent, and compassionate and honourable. You've been dealt an awful card, yet you haven't let it ruin you. Not entirely. That says everything and more, Matty."

"Say that again." he says, onyx eyes staring resolutely into your's.

"Say what?" you ask, brows furrowed as he practically rips his arm from your hold, only to pull you closer to him by your waist. You both seem to realise that you're both near naked – only your underwear and his trousers separating the two of you. Your cheeks heat.

"My name. Say it."

"Make me." you say with a barely contained smirk. He lets out a near growl as he cups the back of your neck in his giant palms and presses a demanding kiss to your kiss-swollen lips.

It's not pretty. It's all teeth-gnashing and lip biting and purely animalistic.

You'd both been resisting eachother past blind fumbles in the dark and post-session make outs but you'd never been this exposed to each other before. It was exhilarating.

"Fuck!" he gritted against you. "You're so fucking pretty."

You whimpered against him as he sucked at your tongue, and that seemed to push him past his controlled limit. One of his hands guides your thigh to rest against his hip and he battles with his trousers to get them low enough to release his painfully hard cock.

You're not one to beg often, but your desire for the boy in front of you was too great to ignore. With a mewl and a whisper of pleas he pushed the fabric of your panties aside and pushed into you. The tightness and the pain of the action made you both groan in unison.

"Gods, sweetheart. You feel so much better than I imagined." he says against your lips as he pushes in to the hilt. He presses away the tears that fall from your eyes.

"Please move." you say as you attach your lips to his neck in an effort to stifle your moans as he begins at a slow pace, graciously letting you adjust to his size. He's bigger than anyone you'd had before him, the tip of him grazing places you didn't think was possible to reach. You were a mess of whines and moans as he adjusted you in his hold; letting out a shriek when he begins to repeatedly ram against a spot inside you that brought you immediate pleasure.

"Gods! Right there Matty, fuck....please!"

He smiles a wicked, sinister smile at you as he drags one moan after another from your lips. He takes both your hands into one of his and pins them above your head, restricting you to the wall.

"That's it, sweetheart." Mattheo rasps, revelling in the way you clench around him. "Moan my name."

His movements are precise and controlled. His pleasure deriving from the way he was making you come undone at the seams. He brings his free hand to the apex of your thighs, brushing them against your throbbing clit, smirking as his motion draws you closer to your orgasm.

You're not certain how long has passed since he entered you, but you feel like you're having an out of body experience as he rips an orgasm from you so suddenly that you don't know where the pleasure starts and ends.

You're a whimpering, moaning mess as he uses the extra slick to speed up his movements, which become erratic and lose their rhythm as he gets closer to his own release. The only sound to be heard are your soft whines, his grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin as he finally reaches his own climax.

His forehead rests against your's, both gleaming with a light layer of sweat as you bask in the feeling of him. His dark brows furrow as you let out a soft laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asks, a light smile gracing his face as he memorises every inch of your skin.

"I think you just ruined me for anyone else." you say, breathless.

"Good." he growls, that possessive gleam in his eyes again as you feel him harden inside you. "As far as I'm concerned no one else can have you."

He's rolling his hips against your's before you can utter a snarky response.

~∞~

The next time you see Mattheo is in the Potions classroom the following day.

"How are you so good at everything you do, Meadow?" Ron grumbled as he read through the instructions of the healing potion Slughorn was making you all brew.

You had just finished an apparition lesson; by the end of the two hours, only you, Hermione, Mattheo's group of friends and a handful of others had managed to apparate from one side of the room to the hoop at the other. Harry and Ron were not part of that group.

"Well unlike you, Won-Won," Hermione sneered from across the table, "she takes pride in her academic accomplishments."

The redhead scoffed. "Mione come on-"

"Don't call me that." she snapped, going on a rant about Ron's incompetence. He only spluttered in response. You and Harry only exchanged uneasy looks as they continued arguing.

"I thought this would've ended by now." you say under your breathe as you drop in your next ingredient, huffing when it does the opposite of what it should. Harry mumbled his agreement as he completed his own potion. You looked between his and your's incredulously. "Why does your's look different to mine? Is it that book?"

You glared at him with pleading eyes and Harry huffed as he slid the Halfblood Prince's book so you could see. Your body ached as you read through the annotations. You winced as you rolled your neck to get rid of the tightness and Harry noticed your discomfort straight away.

"You okay, Meadow?" he asks, his hand gracing your shoulder blade. You both looked up at the sound of a knife clattering against a table top. Mattheo was glaring at the hand that Harry still kept on your shoulder, you huffed as you turned to your friend.

"Fine. Just sore from apparition lessons is all." you smiled reassuringly which seems to convince him as Harry removes his hand from you.

Faintly you hear Pansy question why Mattheo was acting so strangely and you try your hardest to ignore it. Until you couldn't any longer, because he was in your head.

Why the fuck was he touching you like that? His voice was a dark growl in your mind.

Wow possessive much? You reply with a mental scoff. He was asking if I was okay.

The agression in his tone softened and he sent a wave of concern your way. Are you? Okay, I mean? What's wrong?

You can't help the smile that paints your face, and you have to duck your head to hide it from your oblivious friends. I'm fine.

You can practically see as well as feel the look he gives you all the way across the room. You clearly aren't. Tell me what's wrong.

You look like you're about to incinerate the tabletop. I'm okay, Matty, really. Just sore. You curse him internally as he smirks wickedly, onyx eyes dancing with pride and hunger.

I'd gladly satisfy you again, darling. Just say the word.

You kick him from your mind, ignoring the flush that overtakes your heated face. Then you send flares of annoyance to him as you hear his snickering laughter that he barely conceals.

~∞~

when i was researching siphoner lore literally the only thing that came up was vampire diaries theories 😭😭😭

the smut took a different direction to what i intended tbh but i wanted to include some soft Matty 😅

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok so, before the indigo disk released I heard there was going to be people with competitive movesets, so before it released I literally made myself an entire competitive team. IM A CASUAL PLAYER 😭😭 and I just think it’d be really funny that carmine and kieran would probably think i’m just gonna stroll up with my usual team but nope swords dance + scale shot 💃 if you could write their reactions to the new squad I just think it’d be funny lmao

(If you want the team I made for reference, it was koraidon, ogerpon, chien-pao, blood moon ursaluna, armarouge, and a shiny slither wing because I felt like having a shiny so I hunted one lol)

- 🪑🥚

Bro I went into the Indigo Disk 100% blind so you can imagine my shock when I realized double battles were gonna be everywhere </3

I mostly had a "fuck it we ball" mentality going through it (which made some battles go on for WAY too long), but later I taught my Ceruledge Poltergeist when I realized almost every NPC in the dlc uses held items.

Funny enough Ogerpon (with Spiky Shield) and BM Ursaluna were on my team. He was an absolute TANK with the assault vest and he knocked out Hydrapple with a Moonblast

Anyways enough rambling and onto the request!

......

Kieran

He was expecting your usual team when you started challenging the BB Elite Four, rolling his eyes at the thought of you trying to use the same old tactics to defeat him.

But he's changed. He's gotten stronger and wanted you to be surprised by what he can do now.

Instead, though, when you arrive to the championship battle...not only did you bring out Ogerpon with her teal mask to (supposedly) insult him, but you also had Chien-Pao, which may spell trouble for his Dragonite.

He'll admit, you were clever to bring a Pokémon who could lower the defense of all the others and cut their HP in half with Ruination..but he doesn't give up yet.

Seeing a shiny that looked like a Volcarona but fluffier was certainly bewildering--as is the Bloodmoon Ursaluna you managed to tame back in Kitakami and the Armarouge who sets up a Psychic Terrain to boost its Expanding Force, allowing it to hit two of his Pokémon at once.

Oh, and apparently you have not one but TWO Koraidons, with the one you brought into battle being more brash and a fierce fighter in its Apex build.

You set that one up with a Swords Dance + Scale Shot combo that absolutely kicks ass, somehow striking your opponents 4-5 times whenever you command it.

Kieran's certainly gotten smarter about his team, but so have you, and he's livid about it.

It was like you enjoyed knocking him down over and over again...yet he can't hear the reluctance in your voice as you utter the final move that finishes off his Hydrapple.

You knew you had to win. He needed to be humbled.

But it didn't feel good at all as you watched him crumble and Drayton rub his loss in his face.

Carmine

When you battled her, she (like her brother) expected to see some familiar faces on your team.

Yet you surprised her (in a good way, very much unlike her brother) with Ogerpon, and she smiles and asks if she missed her, with the legendary responding with a small hop and a happy trill....

Followed by a devastating Ivy Cudgel that lands a critical hit on her Pokémon.

Yeah, she can definitely tell you've been training the Ogre a lot, but she's proud of how confident she's grown nevertheless.

Seeing you have both Chien-Pao and another Koraidon working in tandem is impressive, especially with that Ruination + Swords Dance + Scale Shot combo you pulled.

BM Ursaluna and Shiny Slither Wing are the only two that genuinely shock Carmine, as she's only seen one in myths and the other....she's never seen in her entire life.

But after the trip to Area Zero, she understands Slither Wings better (although she's amazed you managed to find a shiny down there).

Either way, those two are powerhouses.

She remembered you talking about a little lonely Charcadet you found during an outbreak, and to see it has grown up into a mighty Armarouge was such a sweet thing to see.

You clearly took the time to plan out your team before coming to the Blueberry Academy.

Carmine found your battle to be fun.

Although she can't exactly say Kieran will feel the same way..considering Ogerpon is with you and you have some new tricks up your sleeve.

But she figured he oughta find that out for himself.

[divinelolita]

CUZ UR HOT

N UR COLD

YA YES

THEN UR NO

UR IN THEN UR OUT

UR UP THEN UR DOWNN

i hate katy perry

anywayyyyyy

AHEM

lemme get theeeee biskit. chickon.(gonna need that bill headcanons or full fic baby i do not carreeeee)

sooooo imagine bill usually is on the bottom right?(weird to imagine ik) and at one point he asks reader if he can try topping for once like jus to give it a try for the next time and i can imagine he’s a lil nervous abt it ykyk😔

not stuttering much or anything he’s jus like ‘ay can i do wat u do🥹🙏🏾’ and readers prolly like ‘ion gaf’ and bill is prolly so happy n shi and when it’s time to get freaky asl bill is a tinyyy bit nervous but he jus does what reader does to him for like touching n shi(feelin his hips and waist up, marking him, whispering praise when they whimper etc etc) and i can imagine it’s also reader first time on the bottom too so he’s all sensitive n shit bro😇

and when it’s time for bill to do the thrust thrust 3000😈😈😈 reader is moaning whining and whimpering ALL over the place and so is bill like this is different bill is adoring how he’s never heard these sounds n shi from his bf and like the way he’s reacting with his body bru and bill probably can’t fucking stop💀💀 like maybe 4 or 5 rounds in he’s like ‘wait no no no one more time i promise it’s the last time this time’ like he’s ADDICTED. and prolly by the end he prolly gonna top for a whileeeee

i wanna listen to kesha bro

anyways this long ASF I LOVE YOU HONEY🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

BILL KAULITZ X READER: TOPPING

contains nsfw themes; don't like don't read.

・He's fantasized about..topping you before.

・Really- he can’t stop thinking about it. He often finds himself daydreaming about all the different things he would do, the things he would say..

・He's tried to ask you before about the thought, but he'd get nervous and brush it off.

・Eventually he found the courage to ask you, gulping audibly as you sat infront of him with an almost concerned look.

"So uhm...so about uhm..I was wondering if I could...you know..top sometime? Just to try it out and.. "

・He trails off, sheepishly looking at you. He watches your eyebrow quirk up slightly and he exhales slowly, he's scared for what you'll say and how you'll react and-

"I don't care."

・When the time comes he feels a bit nervous and slightly worried but just decides to go with what his mind tells him to do..which is almost everything you'd do to him.

・He'd be gentle at first, kissing down your jawline as his hands trail down to grab your waist, listening to the breathy moans you make as you lean your head back into the pillow.

・His hands would lightly grab your legs as he peppered kisses all over your inner thighs, savouring the whimpers you'd let out.

・He'd whisper sweet nothings while slowly pushing in (ew) , shushing you lightly as you hissed in pain, eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened to overflow.

・He'd stay put, waiting for you to adjust to the new sensation. He gently nibbled your neck and wiped your tears with the back of his thumb.

・Whatever headspace he's in, there's no backing out now.

・As soon as you say he can move, he moves in and out, going at a steady pace that has you whimpering, desperately clinging to the bedsheets and occasionally scratching his back.

・Listening to your noises you make, he feels so zealous.

・He's never heard you make these kinds of noises before; the fact HE can make YOU sound like this??? He's over the moon.

"See? You're doing so well, so good.."

・Can't help but let out a few soft groans and moans as he continues, you just feel so good.

・He doesn't wanna stop, he wants to take advantage of this situation.

"Wait..just one more yeah? Last time I promise.."

"..you said that two rounds ago."

・Two rounds turns into three, three turns into four, four turns into five....

・You've never felt so sore yet complete in your life.

"Can I stay on top for now?"

"...sure. Why not?"

・He's actually so happy like wtf 😭

[randomtacoscry]

WIP Wednesday

I’m BACK bitches (bros and nonbinary hoes <3)! I FINALLY wrote something for my fic and thought I’d share it here! Enjoy!! (There’s more after the break)

Specs: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin - Words: 3,120

Bradley wakes that night. He can feel the carrier sway with the force of the sea as he sits up in the dark room. He turns to look for the other pilot but once again, he’s gone.

“Where the hell are you going?” Bradley mutters to himself and he feels himself growing increasingly more interested in whatever the cocky pilot fills his early mornings with. He’s been gone almost every night for the past two weeks, but every morning, he manages to be back in their shared room, alive and ready for the day.

“It’s stupid.” Bradley hasn’t gotten up (or at least been able to get himself out of the room to find the other man) yet and he wasn’t going to tonight. It was dumb; just another way for Seresin to goad Bradley into showing that he maybe gives a shit about what the pilot may be up to- and he really doesn’t, he’s just wondering. Bradley falls back to the stiff mattress and pulls the thin sheet back over him. Taking a deep breath, Bradley can feel his eyes getting heavier and he’s fine going back to sleep. Right? Seresin- the guy doesn’t matter. Bradley’s had times where he couldn’t sleep… Although that doesn’t mean sneaking out of his shared room to do god knows what.

“Ughhh.” Bradley moans to himself, bringing his hands to his face. Fuck it. He throws on a thin gray shirt before heading out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

The carrier is pretty much dead silence on this level; the only thing filling the air is the sound of Bradley’s soft breaths as he makes his way through the long halls. Any noises are reserved for the radio and engine rooms which are both located much farther back on the carrier. Bradley makes his way up to the hanger deck, navigating the slim steps and hallways with ease after so many months here. With the room’s exposure to the elements, the air is cooler- a swift breeze moves through the space and Bradley makes out a figure, his form silhouetted only by the waves reflecting the moon’s light. Bradley doesn’t notice that he can recognize the man from the way his shoulders are built, chiseled yet rounded, and how the tight fit of his shirt pronounces the curve of his waist and all the other factors that Bradley would kick himself for thinking of.

Bradley makes his way over to the man before he can change his mind. He hesitates- Seresin can’t sense him yet- his body more relaxed than Bradley’s ever seen them, his breaths coming and going in a slow, deep rhythm. He seems different here.

“What brings you out here?” The second Bradley breaks the silence, the other pilot’s shoulders tense and Bradley can feel the man force himself to turn only slightly, making sure he doesn’t seem startled.

“Could ask you the same.” He turns his face back to the endless blue and Bradley matches the pilot’s pose, leaning his arms on the railing, and breathing in the salty breeze.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Bradley offers because maybe it’s not so hard to be somewhat cordial to the guy- olive branch and everything. Seresin nods before taking another deep breath and Bradley almost begins regretting coming out here in the first place. Maybe he should go-

“Me neither.” He’s quiet but the waves aren’t loud enough for Bradley to miss the words. He almost wants to ask the pilot more. Or maybe mention that he’s noticed him sneaking out of their shared quarters to find a semblance of solace somewhere else- after the prospect of losing someone in the air almost became a reality- not that Bradley would ever consider the two of them to be on a solace-giving basis. They weren’t even friends. Barely acquaintances. “I keep thinking about it.”

Bradley almost misses the words being trapped in his thoughts, but at least the other pilot knows Bradley’s not stupid. He can obviously tell something is going on- what with the lack of short comments, digs, and snide remarks coming from the blond the previous weeks.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Obviously. Bradley almost feels dumb for saying it himself. Obviously Marilyn’s engine going out wasn’t Seresin’s fault but it doesn’t change the fact that he would’ve had a front row seat to something every pilot hopes against seeing if the situation had ended badly.

“I know,” He takes a breath before continuing, “I just couldn’t do anything.” Bradley meets his eyes for only a second before he quickly turns his gaze back to the black sky, only lighting the world with the full moon above and the millions of dim specs beyond. Bradley watches him; his eyes- oftentimes sage in color are now a dark forest green- flicking between the soft flow of the current and the abyss of the night sky. He swallows between breaths and his throat moves with the action, his skin tightening slightly before it relaxes once again. His hands are almost completely still; the only movement being his thumb slightly grazing the knuckles of his other hand and Bradley feels the odd urge to stop it. To grab his hand and still it, if only for a single moment, from the restlessness of the pilot’s thoughts. He’s good at it. Pretending he’s fine; only slightly cracking this facade in the middle of the night to get some air. Bradley hates that he almost couldn’t tell.

Years.

Years of practice with people who constantly pretended everything was okay until the lie blew up in their faces and Bradley was part of the collateral. He should know how to spot someone who hides. Not just behind some mask but parts of themselves as well. Seresin may be something asshole-adjacent and it may get on Bradley’s nerves occasionally, but he’s not blind to the fact that the man is hiding something. Bradley just knows it’s not exactly his place. Maybe Javy’s. But not Bradley’s.

“Well you did something.” Bradley speaks while turning his gaze away from the blond and can feel the man look at him curiously. “I mean, you flew him in.” Bradley hears a light scoff and lets himself look back at Seresin’s disbelief.

“He would’ve made it anyway.” The man plays modesty; a role Bradley is somewhat surprised he knows of.

“You were almost out of gas.” Bradley nods knowingly and the younger pilot just shakes his head.

“Ah, well, I don’t expect you to know what it’s like livin’ on the edge.” A twang of a southern accent peaks through as he speaks and it reminds Bradley of home. Maybe he should take the comment as an insult of some kind- on brand for the fellow pilot- but it more so reminds Bradley of the stupid jokes and railery that filled his mom’s home when his dad’s old friends would come to visit. It’s nostalgic and almost embarrassingly comforts Bradley more than it offends him.

“If that’s what you want to call it,” Bradley goads Seresin, feigning nonchalance and the other pilot turns towards him scoffing.

“What would you call it?”

“Reckless.” Bradley faces the man straight on and while he may mean that, it’s not necessarily in a bad way. At least not in the situation a few weeks ago. Sure- it was a dumb risk, but he assisted another pilot in getting back to the carrier at his expense. Maybe Bradley just didn’t want to say selfless. “You were reckless.”A slow smile finds its way onto Seresin’s face and of course the guy’s taking it as a full blown compliment.

“Well, Bradshaw,” He adds his southern drawl back onto Bradley’s name and he almost likes how it sounds on the man’s tongue, “sometimes it’s good to do something reckless.” Bradley doesn’t miss how Seresin’s eyes glide up his body before landing on his face; sizing him up in a way. “Could help you loosen up.” He says it as an afterthought, with a smirk, and there’s something inside of Bradley that feels like he’s not fully understanding the other man’s implications. The man doesn’t wait for a response, instead heading back into the hanger to their shared room.

Bradley was raised by almost two polar opposites; two complimentary, complete opposites. One reckless, the other… Well, he didn’t like to think much about either of them. Reckless? Loosen up? Bradley was fine the way he was. He managed to become one of the best pilots in the Navy almost incomprehensibly quick due to the lifetime of knowledge he’s had since he was two. He’s done perfectly fine playing by the rules and following the books. He didn’t need recklessness to live. To loosen up. To fly. He could do that on his own, by himself, as he’s had to do everything since becoming a pilot. So Seresin could have his recklessness- and maybe end up hurting someone in the process.

That’s what it did.

It hurts people.

Only now Bradley wasn’t so sure it was just one of them who was reckless. Maybe neither of them thought of any of the shit they did- and it nearly killed Bradley himself. To witness, to experience, to remember. Fuck. Bradley needed to sleep- and quieting his mind of memories of his past was beginning to seem more and more tempting.

[pathetichimbos]

i literally live for ur posts bro. what hcs do you have about werewolf!thomas? how would that affect his character and upbringing? what about any romantic relationships? i am very interested in this Idea

oh geez man. i had to pause yugioh to talk about this. bear with me on this one lads, i'm fighting off a fever

(add in: I wrote this like a fucking month ago but mobile refused to let me edit the post so I had to come on web and that took like eighteen spoons for some god awful reason so. Here go)

So, the great thing about Werewolf!Thomas is that there are so many ways to interpret it.

It all depends on how you view werewolves: Do they only shift on a full moon? Do they have any control over it? Do they have any control during the change? Can they do it on command? Is it driven by emotions? Do they have any werewolf features outside of their wolf form? Do they experience heats/ruts? Do they mate with A/B/O rules? Do they have their own? It's just so much!

Which is great! I love AU's that leave so much open space, and I feel like the slasher community severely lacks any serious AU's.

So, here's what I'll do. For this post, I'll set up a particular form of WW!Thomas. I'll set answers for the questions above (and maybe a few more) and give a brief description on him. Then I'll talk about my HCs, how it'd affect his character, upbringing, etc, etc.

I"ll also add in another loop and tell y'all to send in asks about other forms of WW!Thomas! Change it up, mix 'em around, and ask me about him! It's an AU, damnit, let's have some fun with it!

So, just as a fair warning, this particular version is going to lean less towards the traditional werewolf and more towards my own, because... Well I don't really have a reason, I just want to. Leave me and my feverish brain alone.

Now to begin by answering some basics about WW!Thomas and how his particular case of lycanthropy functions.

In my particular AU, Thomas has a few werewolf features outside of his wolf form. His teeth are noticeably sharper than normal, and his nails are dark and naturally sharp. His ears, while in normal human placement, are pointed, and twitch in response to various things. He has a big, fluffy brown tail, and he's just a bit hairier all around.

During a partial shift these aspects just sort of increase; e.g. His teeth are threateningly sharper, his nails are bigger and harder, his ears become a little fluffy and more canine in appearance, and his tail become bigger and sort of gains a mind of its own.

During a full shift, his fur is dark brown, wild and curly, and oh, so fluffy. If it wasn't for all the large, sharp teeth and pointy claws he'd be nothing more than a giant, fluffy, St. Bernard. He still has his facial scars and is also missing his nose in his wolf form, so his sense of smell, unlike most werewolves, is significantly weaker. For the actual build, he's just like a typical werewolf form. Unless he's on all fours, then he could have a chance of passing as a strange breed of... something. Something big.

There is an urge to shift on a full moon, and no matter what he'll experience a partial shift, but he can resist shifting completely on a full moon, he's just more irritable and snappy when he does. It's easier just to let it happen and get through the night. He can also shift in other ways as well.

For one, he shifts with extreme emotions. Anytime he feels threatened, scared, or angry, he's much more likely to experience a full shift, but he can experience partial shifts from being excited or happy or really just any 'big' emotion. He spent a lot of time working on controlling his shifting, so honestly it takes a lot to really corner him into an unwilling full shift.

Despite this, however, he can't just shift on command. He's a pretty anxious guy, so most of the time if he tries to shift with no real rhyme or reason he ends up psyching himself out of it all together.

The state of his consciousness during a full shift really depends on what made him shift in the first place.

If it's a voluntary, full moon shift, he's present and aware, if a little clouded by the transformation, and most of the time during regular full moon shifts, he's rather docile and peaceful. He's a bit more excitable, but there's no danger with being around him during this time.

If the shift is involuntary however, i.e. brought on by being cornered with big, negative emotions, it's a different story.

If he shifts out of fear, or feeling threatened in some way, he's much less present during this time, sort of stuck in a panic state, but as long as you're not what set him off, it's pretty easy to coax him back. Careful words and soft affection will help him calm down and shift back.

If he shifts out of anger, or protectiveness, i.e. someone threatens someone in his family, it's much, much worse.

Thomas is a very calm, albeit anxious man. He has his fair share of anger issues, but it mostly stems from other people's mistreatment of he and his family, in other words, it's more of a righteous, justifiable anger. It's just as easy to stay on his good side as it is to get on his bad side, but it takes a lot of the bad to really make him snap.

All that to say that it takes a lot to force this man to shift out of anger. I mean you have to go to the low of the low. I'm talking hurt/kill someone he cares about in front of him levels. It's not an easy feat.

And if you do manage to pull it off... Well, let's just say I hope God has more mercy on your soul than Thomas does.

He's completely blacked out during this, there's not a single ounce of him present at this time, nor is there any possible way to pull him out of it. The best thing you can do is just let it happen, and if possible, lock him in the basement until it's over. It may sound harsh, but no one is safe when he's actually snapped.

Now that we've covered the basics, we can move onto some general headcanons for him.

♡ For one, he sheds. A lot. He's an overgrown dog living in Texas, there's really no way to avoid it. He's great to have around during the winter months, but when spring starts to shift to summer he's gonna lose that winter coat- everywhere.

♡ He hates being treated like a dog, he's still a person and he won't take kindly to being treated like a mutt. Especially after the Hewitts begin their rampage- he was put down his entire life, he won't take it anymore. i.e. he HATES the word mutt

♡ During any sort of voluntary or positive shift, he's really just a big teddy bear. Due to the fact that he has to work during the day, and shift during the risen full moons at night, he's pretty exhausted and just wants to sleep.

♡ While his mask does also double as a muzzle, he hates wearing one. It's a requirement for his job, and since he prefers wearing a mask while he's in his human form, wearing it isn't an issue at all, but the insinuation behind a muzzle insults him.

♡ He wore a collar when he was a child because he had a lot less control and people would often have to bring him back home to the Hewitts after he'd run off to play during a shift.

♡ He tends to spend most of his full moon shifts alone in the basement, which the Hewitts sort of made his 'wolf' room after adopting him, so he has a place to go when he shifts, or in the extremely unlikely event he snaps, they can lock him in so he's safe from himself and others. He still has his regular bedroom upstairs he uses most of the time.

♡ A full shifts tends to rip and shred his clothes (a very expensive and/or time consuming repair) so when he knows it's going to happen he just strips down to a too big pair of boxers, which, seeing a werewolf in barely fitting boxers is an absolute sight. So there's that. It's not an issue since he's normally alone in the basement, any sort of surprise or involuntary shift just absolutely obliterates his clothing.

I can't really think of anymore headcanons at the moment, so I'll just go ahead and dive into the backstory and how this would affect his upbringing.

So, for one, we need to establish more ground rules before we begin. Is Thomas the only creature lurking the night or is this a normal in the universe? If it's a one off, was he born this way, or did it happen in some freak accident later in life?

Well, if he was the only one born with it then the Hewitts would have kept him safely locked away in the house his entire life, save he be burned at the stake. So he'd be much more isolated and feral than he already is and he'd probably really only be 'freed' once the Hewitts begin killing people and the town is abandoned.

If it was some freak accident he'd be much more feral and, if this is before the town all fled, he'd be locked away or burned at the stake. Notice the reoccurring theme?

So, we'll go ahead and place him in a creature universe and say he was born with it, just to give him fair fighting ground.

So, in this universe of creatures, werewolves aren't the only monsters, but they are very powerful ones. Which, unlike some people might think, would bode against Thomas rather than turn in his favor.

Due to his skin condition and feeble health from a young age, most people just assume the Hewitts took mercy in their adoption because Thomas' biological parents abandoned him in shame, even though this AU will follow the original storyline of the movie.

See, it's particularly interesting to apply this filter over the idea of the original movie, because in the original movie, Thomas is shamed and shunned because people believe him to be a monster, but in this AU, monsters are normal. Now you've got the lesser monsters viewing him as dangerous, and the other bigger monsters viewing him as something lesser.

But it's still the same principle, so honestly I don't think there'd be too many differences in his character and personality.

There's a few changes, sure, but it's things like, he hates being treated like a dog, or being called a mutt, and instead of just calling him names and treating him like a freak, they force him to wear a muzzle because 'you never know when he might snap'. Nothing that fundamentally changes his character or behaviors.

As for romantic relationships, I think it's pretty much the same sort of deal. Nothings really changed so much as there's just a few new things to consider.

Before I list a few things about this, here's a preface.

Thomas, no matter what, sort of has that 'forever mate' mentality. He doesn't believe in the sort of 'modern' dating of today. There's no brief talking period and jumping straight into a relationship until it gets serious and then dipping. It's a long, long time of a platonic relationship, and once you start 'dating'- that's it. He's in it for life. You're his one forever. So, it's not really fair to be like "oh he's a wolf he mates for life" because he already does. So I won't be really defining if there's any way to 'permanently' claim a partner in this- that's up to y'all! Decide whatever your little heart desires. I just believe his character already has the mentality for it so there's no reason to add something like that in.

Ok, onto the headcanons!

♡ He normally prefers shifting alone but he begins enjoying having you around for it, and gets a little disappointed when you can't/don't.

♡ Even in a relationship he doesn't like being treated like a dog/called a mutt, even in a joking tone. It's a big No-No.

♡ He's very clingy and possessive and prefers sleeping dog pile style (i.e. one of you on top of the other)

♡ I already believe that Thomas loves having his hair played with, but I think wolf!Thomas has a particular appreciation for when you start stretching his scalp

♡ Thomas (while he has a weaker sense of smell for a wolf) has a great sense of smell for a human, and if you come home smelling like someone else (especially another wolf) he tends to get irritable (though he tries to hide his frustration) whether it was intentional or not

♡ He growls a lot. I don't need to tell you when

♡ Ok, this last thing may sound crazy, but my parents have a dog, and after I got my cat, he realized humans think it's cute when cats purr, and so he started... grunting. Like he was trying to purr. Thomas does that too, like a deep rumble in his chest when he's really content

Anyway, that's all I have for now. Maybe I'll add more if I think of anything.

Thanks for sending in the ask! <3

[xhanisai]

sometimes ladybug can be an idiot.

AO3

Pairing - Ladrien, Adrinette + Marichat

Prompt - 'Purr Purr'

Summary -

'Do all blond boys purr and get cuddly?'

Ladybug sputtered internally, face composed and arms full of one blushy, cuddly (and apparently) purring Adrien Agreste as she leapt from building to building in order to take him to safety. His chest continued to literally rumble like her partner's namesake, vibrating hard enough to make her own chest shake along with his whilst the top of his golden hair rubbed itself under her chin in pure delight. As if he found the key to the highest of the seven heavens and paying zero attention to how the heroine had to perform daredevil-like acrobatics and parkour just to keep him safe.

Like an ignorant little cat.

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 'Do all blond boys purr and get cuddly?'

 Ladybug sputtered internally, face composed and arms full of one blushy, cuddly (and apparently) purring Adrien Agreste as she leapt from building to building in order to take him to safety. His chest continued to literally rumble like her partner's namesake, vibrating hard enough to make her own chest shake along with his whilst the top of his golden hair rubbed itself under her chin in pure delight. As if he found the key to the highest of the seven heavens and paying zero attention to how the heroine had to perform daredevil-like acrobatics and parkour just to keep him safe.

Like an ignorant little cat.

 The latest Akuma of the day was after him and wouldn't settle for anything less other than ripping the model apart limb from limb or skewering him with his villainous sword and using him as a makeshift javelin so that he could shoot the poor teen all the way to the moon. In fact, Ladybug would have been quite impressed with the Akuma's creative yet morbid threats that spilt out of his feral mouth had they not been directed towards the love of her life. He was determined to turn her purring future husband— ehem, her purring very good friend into a sheesh kebab.

 And why, you may ask?

Rewind to thirty minutes earlier.  An upperclassman at collège Françoise Dupont had been crushing on Marinette Dupain-Cheng for quite a while; often paying a visit to her parents' boulangerie and buying way too many pastries just to get a glimpse of her at the cashier, sticking around at the front of the school steps in the morning till the bell rings just to see her dart into the building in a rush and even making sure to sit at a table in the cafeteria that was closest to the one she was at during lunch just so he could watch her in his peripheral vision.

 Deaf to all of his peers' warnings and paying no mind to a single word they said ("You don't even know if she's single!", "Not a good idea dude...", "Bro, give up!"), he soon mustered up all of his courage and everything to finally, finally ask her out.

 In front of everyone.

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 The apple of his eye, whilst slightly flattered by his grand declaration (or so he thought), was also really uncomfortable and incredibly confused. She politely declined much to the upperclassman's dismay so of course he had to keep insisting and make her change her mind! Just because she's saying "no" doesn't mean that she really means it— she could be playing hard to get like all girls usually do, right!?

 Plus, how is he supposed to win her over if she doesn't give him a chance? He's cool, good-looking, older and has moderately good grades! Sure, she has no idea who he is but this is why it's more of a reason for her to agree and go out with him because how else will they get to know each other? All of his exes also said that he's a very good kisser (after much prodding and whining from his side every time they weren't feeling up for a kiss during the times they were together) so surely, once he gets Marinette to go on the date with him and he kisses her goodnight, she'll fall madly in love with him too, right???

 He just couldn't see why anyone would turn him down!

 However, all of a sudden, Adrien FUCKING Agreste appeared.

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 Not only did that evil little brat give him such an intimidating glare that it sent paralysing fear down the upperclassman's spine but he also had the balls to grab Marinette in his arms and envelope her tiny frame within!? All whilst glaring at him!?!? (He was only a few centimetres shorter than the upperclassman too so why is this blondie allowed to be so scary!?)  And the cherry on top???

 The way that Marinette stared up at Adrien with literal pink heart eyes and wearing the most adorable blush he'd ever seen, as if she belonged in that stupid model's embrace. He swore, SWORE to all the Gods and ancient powers he could ever think of that he saw Adrien Stupid-greste smirk triumphantly when Marinette relaxed and hid her face into his chest with a quiet squeal! So obviously that was more than enough of a reasoning for the upperclassman to get akumatised and gut the golden-haired stinking cat, right?!

And soon, he succumbed to the smooth, seductive voice belonging to the notorious villain and didn't waste any time to accept his offer of supernatural power in exchange for the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Present  Too caught up in her thoughts, Ladybug didn't catch the happy mumblings from the teen in her arms who continued to act like he was forever stuck in bliss and ecstasy and was practically cuddling her.

 "Hehhe~ mine ♡ My Lady, my Marinette, mine ♡♡♡ I love you, I love you, I love you~ we're so getting married and will have a million babies and live on an island together with a pet hamster~!" 

 Ladybug continued to stay wrapped up in her thoughts even after she successfully put Adrien in a safe place, was joined by her beloved Chat Noir and when they instantly took down the Akuma at record-breaking speed. She managed to clock how similar Adrien's and Chat Noir's behaviours were when compared together and yet all she concluded in her insanely intelligent brain was that it was just a 'blond-haired, green-eyed boy' sort of thing.

 Oh well.

 At least the upperclassman will finally leave her alone. For now? She has to deal with her purring, giggly partner whose arms are practically glued around her waist like the lovesick kitten he is. At least her Chaton is the cutest thing ever. And if anyone saw her pressing lots of kisses on his fluffy head— shush.

OMAKE

 "Months! You knew that I was Ladybug for months and you didn't tell me?" Marinette scolded the big black and yellow puddle of happy goop on her lap, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed whilst he continued to watch her with those big, glittery greens of his that made it absolutely impossible to stay mad at him. Even his belt tail curved itself into the shape of a heart from time to time before deciding to wrap itself around her ankle as if it were an extension of her partner's feelings.

 Technically, she wasn't as mad as she wanted to sound but dammit, she had to teach her silly Chaton a lesson!

 "Actually, I'd say I've known for over half a year now, ma Princesse," He leaned up from her lap with a mischievous smile and quickly pecked her nose to get her to blush just the way he liked it. Dieu, he wanted to kiss her so badly on the lips. Judging by the way she bloomed in a brighter pink colour, she must have realised his wishful intentions.

 "H-Hey! Bad Chaton! Keep your lips to yourself!" Her flustered stutter only worsened mid-sentence, unconsciously melting into the leather-clad hand that lovingly cupped the side of her face.

 Dammit.

 "But I love giving you kisses~" He flashed her his iconic kitten eyes, faux ears drooping and brows furrowed. "I can't let a single second go without making My Lady feel loved, non?" He pressed a couple more kisses on her cheek, each getting closer and closer to her lips. "Besides...I feel like from now on, I should wear some lipstick and kiss you all over so that no more annoying boys will pester you for a date when I'm right there. Hmmph."

 "What do you mean when you're right there— " And then, and finally fucking then, everything clicked for Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the two blond-haired, green-eyed purring boys in her life turned into one. "ADRIEN!?!??!"

 Bisou.

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[consumedbyfeels]

We All Fall Down

Spoilers for 9-1-1 7'10

I am not okay. That was a ride, holy shit.

I'm over the moon that Bobby is okay, I worried for a minute he might actually die this time and I guess he technically did his heart stopped for 14 minutes he's giving Buck a run for his money with that one. But he's safe and okay so that's good.

Poor Chris, that kid has been through so much I really hope he can work through everything and be okay. As much as I hate it time with his grandparents might be good for him. probably be good for Eddie as well, it can give him some space to work through his stuff as well cuz we know that man didn't work through anything. Also Buck was just as heartbroken and I wanted to cry with him, that's his kid too.

Madney fostering Mara so she doesn't have to be in a group home and can have contact with her family. I nearly cried I'm so happy for them.

Buck admitting Bobby is his dad was such a wonderful thing. They both know it, now they just need to say it to each other, course .somehow I know at least Bobby knows that's how Buck feels, Buck might have a harder time accepting it but I think he knows as well even if it's deep down.

Buck and Tommy are thriving and I could not be happier, I;m so glad we were wrong and the date happened after they knew Bobby was okay so they could just enjoy it but I'm gonna need to see Tommy support Buck through some hard times as well because we know he would be the sweetest, knowing the 118 it is bound to happen again.

Fuck Gerrard the bastard. Poor hen and Chim get to re-live that hell and now Ravi, Eddie and Buck have to experience it as well. No of them would be part of Gerrard's boys club so you know it's gonna be hell for everyone except Gerrard the fucking asshole. And you know Chim gonna get it extra worst for his comment at the award ceremony. I guess it could strengthen the relationships cuz now they all know what it's like but still that is a sucky thing to bond over and there relationships are already solid and unbreakable so we don't need it anyway.

One thing that I'm gonna need though it Tommy to come pick Buck up from work or something and hear Gerrard saying some awful shit to Buck and Tommy to just go protective boyfriend mode and curse Gerrard out and tell him off, but like on Gerrard's last day before Bobby comes back so it doesn't come back on Buck and the others later.

I'm just in shock, this whole season was packed with so much but this episode especially, I am not going to survive this hiatus.

Also are we could ignore Buck asking Tommy if he thinks he has Daddy issues and Tommy saying he hopes so. Like Bro. Tommy and his one liners, I just love Tommy Kinard.

Speaking of the date Tommy asking Buck if he was okay when talking about Bobby. My man Knew how much Bobby meant to buck at least to an extent, for crying out loud they met flying into a hurricane to save him that tells you he is important to Buck. Knowing this he makes sure to check in and make sure Buck is doing okay with the situation. It's moment like this that make me love him even more, as a character but also for Buck.

I just know next season is gonna hurt but I'm ready for it, I think. I can definitely be okay if we keep getting cute Teven moments. I will be devastated if they break up though, that will be the heartbreak I will never recover from.

Anyway time to read fluff fics until we get season 8

[the-brainrot-central]

Kosakira headcanons ☕️

Neither of them are a “people person”, however, Kira is better at covering this up because of his charismatic veneer. He’s spent years building up his social facade and it is near immaculate, however he finds it exhausting to perform and consequently avoids social outings whenever possible.

Kosaku, on the other hand, is very quiet and socially anxious around people. Doesn't talk much or initiate conversation, for fear of making mistakes or being awkward. People see him as the mysterious, moody loner.

However, once he meets someone he likes, he will not shut the fuck up. Kira doesn't mind listening to him ramble on and on

Kosaku’s hands are thick and masculine but very smooth, with no hair. Kira likes them a lot. His favorite features are his long, thick fingers, his shiny nails, his prominent veins and a freckle on his left palm

Kosaku is a harder worker than kira and higher up in the company ranks, but Kira is more well-liked by his coworkers due to his pleasant and welcoming vibes

Kira likes stroking kosakus face, feeling his scratchy stubble

Kosaku is a people pleaser in his own right, is a chronic workaholic, which leads to him having lots of stress and physical issues, like stomach pains, nausea and frequent headaches

Kira doesn't value work that much, doesn't understand why kosaku pushes himself so hard and suffers so much for his job, finds it bizarre

Kira and him first really notice each other at a company drinking party, Kira notices Kosaku as this timid, anxious, pathetic little guy, and thinks “eyoo he kinda hot, Imma rizz him up” and so he strikes up a conversation

Kira finds this weird cus he rarely feels any true desire to start conversation with strangers, only does it out of social obligation and to appear generous. However, this kosaku guy fascinates him with his moody demeanor and waterlogged appearance

They start talking and hit it off pretty well, Kosaku is more bubbly and talkative as the night goes on and he drinks more, bro cant handle his alcohol. Kira, being the responsible guy he is, barely drinks a drop and remains sober, so he takes Kosaku back home when he gets too drunk to walk by himself. Shinobu thanks him and apologizes profusely, but Kira doesn't mind, claiming he was pleasant company. Shinobu offers him to stay but Kira declines, feeling anxious about intruding upon a strangers home

They become fast friends after that, as kosaku clings to kira whenever possible, initiating conversation, inviting him to lunch breaks, eventually even asking if they could walk home together.

Kira is very slow to open up about anything, even to koskau, always offering short, terse responses and giving away as little as possible. However, whatever information he does manage to let slip, kosaku holds onto dearly

One time kira mentioned that he likes sweets and that cupcakes are his favorite, so now every week (sometimes more than once) kosaku goes to this nice little bake shop in town and buys them both cupcakes, makes sure to catch him while hes alone so people dont get jealous

Kira appreciates the gesture, even finds it a little endearing, but is also a little overwhelmed. He doenst feel like he deserves any attention (or that he really wants any) so having someone take such consistent notice of his presence and consistently acknowledging him is a little stressful, and he doesnt know how to respond to it

They go to lunch once casually, as buddies, and Kosaku notices kira looking at hyisn hands a lot. When asked why, kira is a little flustered but just tells him his hands are well-kempt and pretty. Kosaku is over the MOON about this, thinks about this compliment for a week straight, playing it over and over in his mind, and smiling all giddy when he thinks about it.

Eventually they date or something idk

Kosaku is absolutely in love with every part of Kira, but his favorite features are his blonde hair, sharp face and slender waist (which he likes wrapping his arms around)

[kinshenewa]

Moon sighed irritably, glancing down at his tablet as he walked. He had to always ensure his duties were up to date, which allowed him the freedom to walk around as he pleased and not be confined behind a desk like some people. His nose twitched, and he looked up, a decadent and delightful scent hitting his olfactory senses.

He looked around the drab grey hallway, walking further as he tried to pinpoint the scent. It was spicy, tangy, sweet. Like human chili mixed with lemon. He liked human food, it always intrigued him. But this smell intrigued him even more.

He kept walking, eyes half closing. Nearly running into a wall, his eyes snapped open to see he was at the gym, which was pretty quiet save for soft breaths. There seemed to be only one person working out right now.

Moon loved working out. He loved to feel the strain on his muscles as he got stronger. He looked gangly, like the rest of his species, but he was actually impressively strong. He was a bit insecure, however, so he usually did his workouts at night, when everyone was asleep.

Strangely enough, it was quite late, and yet someone was in the gym.

He walked further in, looking around before seeing something that made his breath hitch.

It was that human. She had a look of concentration, wearing black headphones as she did squats with a large weight. His eyes widened as he noticed the weight ring that was visible to him had a "50 lbs" on it. This human must be American.

She breathed heavily, staring at herself in the mirror. In this lighting, she looked so strong and muscular, her thighs almost as thick as his waist when she squatted down.

He put a hand over his heart, which beat fast as a gentle blue blush dusted his face. He was speechless, his jaw dropped. Oh wow...

She then set down the weight, sighing as she laid on her back on the floor. "Gods fucking damned it." She muttered, and Moon's blush darkened ever so slightly. Her voice... Sun wasn't lying when he said she sounded like a queen. It wasn't high-pitched like most females, but more androgynous and raspy, perfect for lullabies.

"How long ya gonna stand there and stare?" She asked, taking off her headphones as she stared at the ceiling.

Moon startled slightly, broken out of his reverie. "O-oh, um, apologies. I was coming here to work out, and... couldn't help but notice your strength...." Moon replied softly, and she chuckled as she looked at him.

"Ah, Moon. The lunar part of the Celestial Jester twins." She said with a smirk, "Ya know, soon as I smelled ya, I could feel my heart rate increasing in terror. Not gonna lie, you actually helped a bit with my workout, so thanks for that." She shrugged, sitting up with a hum. She stretched her arms above her head.

Moon could feel his breath stolen away by this muscular beauty, the lighting illuminating her impressive musculature.

"Anyway, how much you squat? I'm curious how strong ya are." She said, smiling at him as she stood up. He could see her pale face, her quivering hands, and twitching eyes. He knew she was terrified right now, but at least was making an effort to be friendly.

"Oh, um, well, in human terms you would understand, I can squat with 200 pounds." Moon responded after a moment.

The human chuckled as she replied, "Times that by 3 over 2 and that is how much I lift."

Moon thought for a moment, doing a quick bit of mental math before he gasped incredulously, "300 pounds?!" He could feel his heart speeding up as his face grew warm. Oh she was strong. She was very very strong.

"Yeah. I could probably lift more, but I still feel a bit of uh... what the word... resistance when I do it with 300. Don't want to overexert myself and fold like a lawn chair!" She replied with a laugh, and Moon's face flushed. Oh god, her laugh, it was beautiful. Raspy and slightly deep that sent a shiver down his spine.

She walked closer, smiling up at him confidently as she said, "Let's see you lift, bro."

Moon blinked, his red eyes widening. He chuckled nervously as he said, "Oh, well, uh, I'm actually a bit shy about that..."

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry about being insecure around me. I'm not a judge-y person. I don't like being judged, so I don't judge others." She replied with a smile.

Moon could feel a fluttering sensation in his stomach, his hands clasped over his heart as he looked at her with wide eyes. Such a kind and considerate person!

"That is... quite nice." He finally said, and she smiled and nodded. He checked the time, seeing midnight fast approaching. "Well, um, I need to go." He said softly.

Cadence smiled, waving a hand dismissively. "Aight then, see ya around hotstuff." She replied, chuckling as she turned and left.

Moon blinked, watching her leave. He went back to his room in a daze, his face a dark blue. Entering the living room, he saw Sun sprawled on the couch, tinkering with a human phone. Sun looked up and saw Moon, smirking as he sat up and teased, "Ooh, what's got the big Moonie all flustered?"

Moon frowned at Sun, huffing and crossing his arms. "Well, if you MUST know.... I ran into the human.... At the gym." He replied, and Sun let out a loud 'ooh'. "Oh shut up, I was just going to do my normal workout, then saw.... her there." Moon snapped, covering his face with his hands as he added quietly, "She can squat with 300 pounds on her shoulders.

Sun looked surprised, eyebrows raised as he replied, "Wow! Looks like we got a big muscle mommy on our hands~"

Moon glared, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Sun's face. Sun laughed boisterously as the pillow hit his face, and Moon blushed deeper as he said, "Sh-shut up! I'm going to bed."

"Have muscular dreams~!" Sun teased, and Moon growled as he went into their shared bedroom. He plopped onto the bed, covering his face with his left hand as his right hand held his heart.

He could understand his brother's interest with the human now.

And he had no plans to ignore her.

[candied-peach]

ao3: “moving like a poltergeist” rating: T warnings: creativitwins, implied prinxiety maybe, mugging mention, minor character death, unsympathetic orange genre: humor/fluff description: Roman makes a mistake. His brother helps him make it right. (day 30: "People who die bad don’t stay in the ground.” — Beloved, Toni Morrison @tsshipmonth2020 )

"He'll come for you, you know," Remus tells his brother solemnly. Roman swallows.

"I know," he acknowledges. His fangs glisten in the moonlight when he opens his mouth.

It's messy. He never intended to kill Orange. Just incapacitate him. Roman caught him mugging a werewolf named Patton, someone who was a friend, and blind fury took over. It was a mistake.

Mistakes come back to haunt you.

"Have you ever heard of a vampire haunted by a ghost?" Remus asks, then cackles. Roman scowls at him. He knows how serious this is. Orange is destined to be one powerful poltergeist. He died violently, and he knows the source of his pain. Not good.

The moon dips beneath a flurry of clouds, and Roman's already cold skin chills even more. The fallen leaves skitter and unfurl down the street.

"Don't leave me," Roman blurts out, barely aware that he's saying it. Remus quickly grows somber again, one hand stealing out and seizing Roman's in a reassuring grip.

"I gotcha, bro," Remus murmurs. "No ghost is getting past us."

A trash can hurtles down the street, and Remus shoves Roman out of the way, just when it would have smashed right into him. Roman stumbles, nearly falling, before pivoting on his heels and facing a similarly disheveled Remus.

"Bastard!" Remus taunts. "That all ya got?"

"Remus, I wouldn't-" Roman starts to warn him, before the street light above them flickers and the bulb smashes, sprinkling broken glass on the sidewalk just next to Remus's feet.

"Now what?" Roman demands. Remus looks at him.

"Now we run," Remus says, grabbing his hand again and yanking him along to the symphony of destruction behind them.

"This is your plan?" Roman shrieks, as they run. "This is the worst plan I've ever seen, what-"

"No, my plan is to have a fucking exorcist come by, but he's late!" Remus pants. "Come on, Virge, where the fuck-"

"What on earth?" A new voice rings out, an oasis of calm among the chaos. Roman looks up to see a man slouched over in a purple-patched hoodie, his hands idly sketching out gestures in the air. Purple-dyed hair flops over green eyes, and a pointy chin stabs the air when he tilts his head in mild curiosity.

"Poltergeist after my bro's ass," Remus gasps out. "Please help."

"You owe me," Virgil says, heaving a sigh as he looks down the street. "Give me five minutes," he says over his shoulder, sauntering down. Roman nearly shouts after him to be careful before realizing how dumb that sounds.

It takes less than five minutes for the street's calm to reassert itself. Virgil strolls back, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, as Roman stares at him in slack-jawed wonder.

"Logan would have had it done in a minute," Virgil complains. "I'm getting rusty."

"Thanks, Virge!" Remus exclaims. "I owe ya one."

"Yes, you do," Virgil agrees. "I'd start cleaning up the street if I were you. It'll look better if you two do it."

"Right," Roman agrees, elbowing his brother in the ribs. "Thank you so much, I don't know how I could ever repay you."

Virgil grins.

"Let me think about it," he says, and with a lazy, two-fingered salute, he is gone. Roman realizes he's staring after him like an idiot when Remus elbows him in return, getting a grunt of pain.

"Let's go," Remus says reluctantly, as neighborhood chatter starts up once more.

"I hope I see him again," Roman remarks, his face blooming pink. Remus looks at him, then snorts.

"You need him," Remus says bluntly. "To get out of all the bullshit you put yourself through, Ro."

"Hey!" Roman exclaims. They argue until the sun starts to peek over the horizon.

[scriberat]

7 snippets, 7 people, as tagged by @wolven-writer :D gotta provide 7 wip snippets hehehe

1. "Actually, I wanted ta ask you somethin'. See, I wrote a poem for someone special, and I need to know if it's any good in the structure, bein' a limerick an' all."

The elephant headed elezen stared at her before sighing and giving a dejected bwoop. Hilda grinned, then sat him down and cleared her throat.

"There was once was a man given laurels

Who fought like an angry ma coeurl.

Braver 'n all,

he comes to the call

And his name is Ser Aymeric d'Borel."

"How did you know it was me?" Aymeric asked, sighing. Hilda laughed loudly.

"You're bleedin' obvious, stiff-spine!"

2. jacke: hooty hoo i sure love protecting limsa lominsa from the shadows

leo: gods i love treasure. i love treasure so much and flying

rando: haha! i have taken ur treasure, now im skedaddling to my home in limsa!

leo: o no. get back here! my gold!!! my gems!!!

jacke: oboi dock information. waow someone got stuff from the sea of clouds?? cool af bro!

rando: wehehe i stole it fair n square—tf is that

jacke: is that boat flying?

leo: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

jacke: oh jfc. uh. llymaen's dick we're all dead

leo: -lands safely bc he's Experiencedtm- wheremst the FUCK is my shit

rando: fuck

jacke: hold on there cove

leo: what. what did u call me

jacke: cove. it means. nvm. anyway. he stole that treasure fair and square—

leo: yeah from me

jacke: and weve got rules in limsa that say piracy is allowed

leo: takin it back.

jacke: not allowed

rando: go ahead and try

leo: i will cut you. where is your ship. where is his ship

jacke: i dont have that info

rando: if you try to raid it i will summon my lackeys and end ur life

leo: motherfucker. i entered some ancient ruins full of allagan bullshit and a mega fuckton of demons. i saved the goddamn warrior of light in their darkest hour. i am finding your stupid ship and i am taking my shit back

leo: fuck you.

jacke:

rando:

leo: now for my—

jacke: the warrior of light???????

leo: treasure—

jacke: as in THE wol!?

leo: can i—

jacke: that dork on the docks over there!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

leo: -looks over- oh aye! hey!!!

wol: -waves-

3. Isa looked up from his plate, his fork stabbed into a chicken leg, concetration moved completely from the food. Both Xemnas and Xehanort watched him with curiosity.

"The moon," he murmured. "It's rising."

"And?" Xehanort asked, raising an eyebrow—just as Isa closed his eyes. In a wash of twinkling lights, his hair shifted from its cobalt blue to an icier hue. When he opened his eyes, they were gold, just as they'd been the night before.

"So that's it. I had wondered why your eyes were green," Xemnas said, smiling. "Does that transformation happen daily?"

"Yes. It only happens on the planet, however, when the moon offers its power once more," Isa explained. He tore some chicken out and ate it. "Thank you for the meal."

4. Erichthonios hiked his hood up on his shoulder and steadied himself as the railcar rocked back and forth. It wasn't as steady as he had been told, so maybe this type of car was different? As it rocked again, he thought maybe there was a first class type.

Someone bumped into him and yelped in surprise. They looked up at him with wide blue eyes and tousled, silver hair. Erichthonios stared. He wasn't sure of what to do, exactly. It didn't matter, in the end, as the person righted themself and chuckled.

"Sorry about that. I was careless," the person said, smiling. Erich thought it was a nice smile, certainly different from what he had experienced of the city so far. It wasn't overwhelming or cruel or anything of the sort.

5. "Gil for your thoughts?" Erichthonios said. Speaking of, if he didn't get that stuff from the swamp, he wouldn't get paid... It'd be a cold night in the dirt for him, then.

"I am here to help a friend, but..."

"Oh." Erich nodded. That made sense. By this time, most people had a crew they could run with and work with. Splitting the rewards of higher-risk and higher paid jobs, hanging out with each other, becoming closer as people—

"...around," Themis continued.

"Pardon? Sorry, I zoned out," Erichthonios said, rubbing his head. How embarrassing, he'd been the one to ask the question.

"Oh, I was saying my friend may not need too much help, so I doubt they'd mind if I stuck around for awhile."

"I see. Why stick around here? It's the end of the world," Erichthonios said as they approached the gate.

"The aether of this place is fascinating. Don't you think? The truth is, I'm here on a mission from Sharlayan to look into all of this," Themis said. "Maybe we can reverse it, is what my friend thinks."

Did he kiss this friend, too? Erichthonios looked up to the sky where a dome of corrupted aether hung over them all. It could make it difficult at times to see what time of day it was.

"So what were you out in The Thicket for?" Themis asked. Erichthonios jumped, making Themis giggle. "You are easily distracted."

"I just have a lot on my mind," Erich said. "As for why... I was asked to fetch some herbs from the area. I got a few of what they asked for."

"And then every Morbol from seedling to Malboro got hungry for gunbreaker?" Themis chuckled. "I have heard that they will sometimes rampage if they sense something good. Carnivorous plants are like that."

6. He ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously.

"Was that... too much?"

"Too much what? Passion?" Amity laughed. "I see now that your passion lies in the potential of the life to be lived. It was obvious all day long, but even the words to speak it are clear to me now."

She smiled softly, watching the glow of his eyes, fussed with a curl, then looked up at the stars. "I... I wish I could be more like you again. That part of me waxes and wanes, I'd like it to fuel me so."

"You feel the same?"

"Torn in twain when someone dear dies? And so the flowers weep." Amity swept her arm around and laughed quietly. Hermes closed the last of the distance between their bodies and cupped her scaled cheek, rubbing the dark keratin.

"They shine like stars... Much like your aether," Hermes said quietly. He leaned in. Amity did the same—and pulled back just before they met.

"I can't," she said, scooting away. "I'm sorry."

7. "Help me," he said. There was no sensual feeling to it, no lust, just a command to come and assist. Ansel did so, moving inside as Strix prepared a couple cloths. He handed one, damp and warm, to Ansel, who took it in hand and started on Strix's face.

It was a delicate operation, he knew. Each feather was made of shaft and barbs and barbules, as Strix had explained one night, amidst careful preening. Ansel held the cloth over the dried cum and tried to hydrate before pulling. Then he took it off, one spot at a time.

Strix was working between his legs during the soaking process, but when Ansel started stroking his skin with the washcloth... he nearly melted on the spot, eyelids closing halfway and hand faltering. He soon regalvanized himself and set to once more, getting himself cleaned up with somewhat rougher strokes. He knew what his feathers could handle.

No one had ever been so gentle before.

if you see this, feel free to do it ^-^ tag 7 folks after

[onyxedskies]

How about this:

Do the full 50 fe3h asks, minus the ones you've already done

I dare you 💕

god damn razz

challenge accepted >:)

my best friend! they had been talking about it for a while and it seemed interesting so i asked for it for my birthday. though i’d been interested in fire emblem for a while thanks to super smash bros

yes, though i’ve wanted to play other ones for a while but don’t have any consoles to play them on

chris hackney. i know nothing else that he’s done but he did dimitri so well

answered here

crimson flower. i’ve had the game for over two years and i still haven’t finished it yet (mostly cause i despise white clouds)

azure moon, 100%

answered here

tragedy of duscur, definitely, but also what happened with mercedes and jeritza and what happened with ashe and lonato.

the scene after you defeat cornelia in fhirdiad in azure moon. when dimitri says “bloodstained as i am… am i fit to be king?” it rips me apart every time in the best fucking way. best scene to me, hands down, can and will recite it word for word whenever it comes on

bow knight. i love it so much, it’s such a fun class to me. and no, it’s not just cause of ashe, though he does play a role in it

maybe im just bisexual but swords. always.

i don’t know where it is and don’t have the energy to find it but there’s this piece of felix and sylvain stabbing each other in the rain that makes me scream every goddamn time

this!!!

this!!!

i’m working on a thing for ashes birthday on the 17th, but no peeks!

seteth, jeralt, shamir, rhea, flayn, catherine, alois, gilbert

linhardt, caspar, hubert, dorothea, ferdinand, bernadetta, petra, edelgard

ashe, dimitri, felix, sylvain, mercedes, dedue, annette, ingrid

claude, hilda, marianne, lysithea, lorenz, raphael, ignatz, leonie

explicitly, yuri, however every character i have ever written will always be written bi coded so take that as you will

literally all the blue lions

linhardt, actually! i headcanon him as ace but not sex-repulsed

answered here!

yuri!

ashe is pan, and felix is unlabeled

ashe

ignatz

answered here!

ashe. the narrative truly did him dirty. he could have been developed as a foil character for dimitri, even more so than felix, but no. he is still kind of a foil character for him and i will elaborate on that if asked but yeah.

the lords should have gotten supports together. there, i said it. i’m not sorry. i want to see claude play a prank on dimitri is that really too much to ask. also ashe and felix should have gotten an a support

answered here!

answered here!

i hate bernie’s preskip hair so much

lorenz 😭

answered here!

ingrid and sylvain

without paired dialogue, ashe and marianne. i love them. with paired dialogue, dedue and dimitri

dimitri. making him blush is so fun. i love him.

ashe and felix

ashe because i love him, the rest of the lions because i love them, marianne because i can’t bring myself to kill her, and lysithea cause she’s a beast

i don’t know who came up with this, but i love the headcanon that the fraldarius family proposed with a dagger with the fraldarius crest and the marrying families crest engraved in it, and that the dagger goes to their first child. i also love the theory that magic users have scars on their hands.

i don’t think i really have any tbh

either felannie or mariashe

yuriashe and ashelix

mariashe

i firmly believe that the lions + yuri are all in a polycule, but on a smaller scale annette/ingrid/felix/sylvain

boring and typical but dimileth holds a very special place in my heart

petrashe. i have no reason to hate it but i do.

ingrid/dorothea. idk i just… don’t see it.

mariashe.

[whatsnothappening]

I didnt even finish my last entry bc i got stoned and forgot.

Hi. So, it is currently 3:16 in the morning. Well now its 3:17... dude my fuckin brain will focus on one thing only sometimes. What the fuck type dumb ass would i be if i used this entire entry to tell what time it was every time the clock changed. I could really see myself doing that lol. Well, here i am.. up at now... 3:18 😂 I have to open the store tomorrow at 9am. gotta be there 30 min early. (i tell myself that atleast but never do it.) Ill do it, im currently contimplating whether or not i want to just pull an all nighter in hopes that it will reset my sleep schedule because recently i havent been able to get to sleep like a normal person. I swear i get home and sit on the couch and my brain is dead. i cant move. i cant think of things that i need to get done around the house. BUT as soon as my fat ass head hits the pillow... its a mile a SECOND bro. we arnt going by minutes over here. We are on seconds, WE ARE STRUGGLING. But, i will say... the beginning of this year. i have enjoyed myself. i have told myself that i am going to seperate myself from my married life. GRANIT, i AM very much aware that my official married life is VERY new. Howwwwwever, i feel that i have been "married" to this man for many moons. We are just legal now. but i have seen myself become him, hes a great guy. but i am my own person. Now, one thing i told myself i am not going to do is try to become the person i was when i first met him. that person was 17. she was immature. she was broken. she was feral. this girl is still going to be feral. but she is going to be strong, physically and mentally. she is going to take time for herself. she is going to be selfish. she is going to stop blaming herself for not getting things done in a timely manner. I will say recently i have thought about asking my mother to go to therapy with me. i kind of want couples counseling with her. i dont want to have a horrible relationship with her but i feel that when ever i finally move out i wil make sure i dont call. i will make sure i dont come around. but i fear that if i were to ask her to do that with me she would look at me funny and then make me feel awful for even thinking of the idea. I am quite proud of myself here recently. i have started up going to the gym. now i have been having my life long best friend go with me who has been a social crutch because i feel that i would not be able to push myself easily with out him there. but i will get to that point. dont get me wrong i have times where i think that i am pretty. but lets get this straight, i do not care how many body positivity posts you see on the internet when you are creating your avatar for a game or online profile you are not willingly choosing to make your character fat. nobody willingly chooses to be fat. i am self aware that i am never going to be an instagram model. i dont want to be. i dont want to be stared at or be the center of attention. if i was still 17 it would be a different story, that girl is dead. but i have a goal to be comfortable. and feel a little more confident than i do now. i do have one huge fear about losing weight and that is SKIN. i dont want to have random flaps just flapping everywhere. i am horrified of that. but i guess there is always surgery for that. i am not opposed to cosmetic work, i do have my lips done and plan on getting botox or whatever that more earthy option is called. whatever my cosmetic surgeon recommends i absolutely love her. anyways. i think this one is just to ramble i dont really have anything that i want to try to reason with myself on or vent or explain. im just talking, trying to figure out how i am going to handle tomorrow lol. oh by the way its 3:31😘

[saturngoldenchild]

Astrology observations:

This show brings me so much joy u don’t get it

- cancer moons love their friends. Like truly love their friends and look after them. Make sure they eat and are doing well. Find people who give you the same energy y’all are just lovely people.

- On the other hand…cancer in the 5th 😵‍💫 peoplewannagetyoupregnant. People with this placement please let me know if you have had partners with a breeding kink if ur not too shy. Or maybe it’s you🤨

- I think the only placement proud of being an Aquarian is the Sun lol. Other placements may feel like they are in exile and they resent being outcasted. I’d say to use your detachment to your advantage and DETACH yourself from other’s opinions for your own growth and self discovery. Instead of isolating yourself yk. Hope that made sense.

- ANYWAYS

- more horney shit. Aries mars women 😭😭 have a very very high libido. These are the type to get so bothered that they can get off on a pillow easily. gatas en celo.

- The Saturn ruled urge to never tell anyone anything ever in life. Lol they can be very similar to Scorpio placements. You ask these mfs what they ate for lunch and they’re skeptical. Couldn’t be me 💓.

- I already said this on my page but bro. That Leo moon, Aquarius sun or Aquarius moon, Leo sun combo WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS, WILL ALWAYS BE RELEVANT. It’s crazy how many celebrities have it. It’ll get its own post.

- These fine ass Pisces sun rappers fndnenffjdjsnefh. Bad bunny, Agust D, Tokischa, like damn.

- Pisces Venus and Venus in the 12th always look so dreamy like too good to be true. It’s like u got a halo over your head. y’all look like paintings.

- Scorpio suns are weird. You know all that shit y’all talk about Aquarius being weird, no babe that’s Scorpio. Scorpio suns wanna be an outcast so bad. SIT DOWN bro you’re okay. My mom is a Scorpio moon and this woman stays talking about how weird she is because she likes arts and crafts…she so cute, she gets embarrassed when I call it out.

- You’re either gonna hate or love people who got your moon as their sun. I have this with my cousin…never got along like ever. To this day we are both grown and can’t stand each other. We show love to each other like enemies like if he does something nice for me I’ll never let him live that shit down. So maybe this could be an enemies to friends for some. But they could quite literally be like day n night, there could be tension or hostility.

- Rising opposite rising in synastry is fucking gold. So treasure those relationships cause the rising sign is truly one of the most personal placements if not the most.

- Libra placements are very touchy in my experience. They are the type to always be touching their friends/partners, they could be sitting doing nothing and they’re playing with their hands or sum. Not surprising it’s the same with Taurus. But they can be shyer about it lol, don’t like asking for it.

- The fashion of Leo and aqua risings u cannot compete with, they take the risks, they mix and match, creative asf, they’ll kill it every time.

- Aries in the second might eat or cook really quickly. Take your time it’s okay.

- Lastly…I feel like being a menace so

- Babes that’s an Aquarius Venus that’s not ur SO, stop playing yourself.

- WATER MOONS sit the fuck down they did not mean that personally. Go eat your vegetables n get some sleep.

- Moon conjunct Neptune you guys are some deceitful ass bitches 😭😭 same

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Howdy! Could this please be for Macaque, Sun Wukong and MK?

Their S/o likes sketching and is really good at it, and one day they happen to stumble upon S/O's sketchbook (which has been left open) and it's just filled with doodles of them? And like, Lil notes of how much they love em and components etc?

Thank you!

wow ajax finished a draft?? unbelieveable 

✰ Macaque, Sun Wukong and MK (Separately) with a S/O Who Draws ✰

Fandom; LEGO Monkie Kid Character List; MK, Sun Wukong, Macaque Genre; Fluff Pronouns; None used for Reader TW/CW; None

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-*Throws my hc about Wukong's drawing hobby at you* -He draws too! Just, not really in a sketchbook. Usually you'd find his drawings on the stone walls with chalk or on random pieces of paper or napkins- He doesn't really have a specific thing to draw in but he does it often -Sooo if his S/O likes to draw too,,, That's amazing! -Wukong likes to watch you sketch and sometimes draws with you while just talking about anything -Like his you're sitting down with your sketchbook and he's sitting on his cloud tryna draw somethin' real big on the wall with his chalk, and you two will just go on about anything while probably drawing two completely different things -Wanted to do a contest with you and had MK be judge. You both drew him and he posed and everything -In the end the kid couldn't choose because both were really good</3 -Illiteracy be damned dude can fucking draw -He'll ask you to draw him and he'd draw you a few times, and he actually puts a lot of effort into drawing you,, buuut you probably wouldn't end up seeing em, he's a tad embarrassed

-Wukong decides to peek into your sketchbook one day -He’s not trying to be invasive! He’s just,, curious,, what else do you draw that you don’t show him? -He doesn’t plan to flip through it all, just peek at a couple pages and smile at your beautiful work. No harm done, right? -Wukong just flips to random pages, some of them he’s seen before, but he still loves. Some he hasn’t and he wonders why you haven’t shown him -And then there’s a few pages that are just full of him -Like, back to back. Little doodles of him with little hearts, some more detailed drawings and a few referenced from the paintings in the cave. Some of the doodles have notes about how you love him next to them -Dude is over the moon -His tail sways rapidly as he looks through the pages of him, cooing at how cute you were. Why didn’t you show him any of these?? He’s so flattered! -Probably the same reason he didn’t show you some of his drawings of you... huh.. -And when you come into the room to see him looking through your sketchbook, he immediately bounds over to you and playfully teases you about the drawings -When you ask him why he was going through your stuff or snatch the book from him, he just tells you how flattered he is and says he loves how you draw him -He’ll ask you if you can draw him again shortly after, if ya like of course. He’ll even pose for you if you need it, and he’ll likely ask to keep the drawing afterwards -And perhaps later he’ll show you the drawings he did of you that he hasn’t shown you.. Y’know, since he already saw yours...  -You’ll love them, trust 

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-On the other hand, Macaque doesn’t draw. He’s not very good at it,,, He’s a much better writer, which is why he’s so good at the shadow play stuff! -However, he enjoys your artwork. He doesn’t say it outright often, but he will watch you draw sometimes while you two are talking and might ask questions about it -Sometimes you draw scenes from his shadow plays, and that makes him real happy. He’s glad you enjoyed the show enough to want to create art based on it -Or maybe he’ll tell you a vague idea he has for a show, and you’ll sketch something out for fun to kinda flesh things out -He’ll def use your ideas whenever he decides to host the show  -Lovers who tell stories together bro y’all are perfect  -Macaque doesn’t open it himself, instead he just finds it open while you’re away from it -He just picks it up and flips through for a bit after looking at the sketch that was currently open to him for a bit -You won’t get too upset, right? ‘S not like he’s gonna negatively make fun of you for what you like to draw. Besides, most of it probably isn’t new to him anyway, and he just wants a second look. Another chance to marvel at your work because honestly really nice -And he’s.. honestly surprised to find so many drawing of himself -Ones he hasn’t seen before, actually. He’s only seen you draw him like, what, once? And here you were doodling pictures of him on page after page -There were little notes about him on the sides, like when you drew him with his hair down and wrote how pretty it was. Long hair Macaque is SO REAL -Or when you drew him just,, genuinely smiling, with little hearts around him  -No, he’s not blushing, not at all -And you just did portraits of him in general, all of which he loved, honest -You love him so much, don’t you? It’s sweet, really, and he’s very flattered. Especially since you seem to draw him a lot more than he thought -He flips back to the original page and sets the book down again before you come back, already hearing when you’ve made your first step in his direction  -Macaque puts his hands behind his head and crosses his legs like nothing happened, but he does give you a knowing smirk when you return to him and pick up your sketchbook  -He asks if you wanna draw him once you finish what you were working on before, still acting like he saw nothing -You probably will pick up on the fact that he knows, but he won’t lie about it if you do -Show him more of your art of him when ya do! He’ll wanna see it, trust -It’s another thing that assures him you love him. The fact that you incorperate him into one of your favorite hobbies so lovingly,, No he is not falling all over again -Especially after the LBD incident,, when (headcanon) half his fur goes white and he can’t use his glamour on it, and you still continue to draw him like usual,,,<33

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-MK!! He draws too and that’s CANON, BABY -You two must draw together and talk about it all -If you two have similar interests then WOO you can draw the same characters and tell eachother how much you love the other’s style -MK will pose for you, you pose for them!  -Draw Monkey King/JTTW shit he will flip  -Sometimes he just likes to watch you draw! And of course he’s gonna ask you to draw him, probably a little more than the other two -But he’s real happy if you want to! Especially if you draw him doing something real cool, like using his monkey powers or fighting demons! -You’ll probably help him with his little drawn out plans- Imagine one of those kinda like from the finale but it’s a mix of both your styles  -MK does have drawings of you, and he shows you most of em! The ones he doesn’t are just ones he doesn’t like or the occasional lovey-dovey one,, so he’s in a similar boat  -Buy stickers for eachothers sketchbooks and decorate em together cause I KNOW he’s got stickers on his (headcanon) -You have a smaller sketchbook, and that’s the one you often carry with you places, like over to Pigsy’s  -You go there one day to hang with MK, Mei, and Red, and you four end up going out to the arcade and movies and stuff- Just having a bunch of fun out in the city! -It was a bit late when you all went back to your respective places, and MK decides to take you home  -You kiss him on the cheek and tell him how much fun you had again before leaving, and he waves at you as you leave with the biggest smile on his face -After returning, he notices your sketchbook left on the floor in his room, where you four were hanging out before you left -MK picks it up and opens it, quickly flipping through the pages realizing it’s yours and not his  -He was gonna close it and bring it back to you tomorrow,,, -But a page caught his eye before he did -Oou, is that him? -There’s a page full of doodles of him, and he looks super cool and pretty in all of them, he’d add!  -Awh, and the little hearts next to him,,,?? He hasn’t seen these ones before? -Flipping the page reveals another one of the same nature. Drawings of him with his staff, and another with his bandana off and hair flopping over his face. You noted how silly but cute he looked with even messier messy hair  -MK is blushing and smiling at the pages, how could you not let him see these?? Tail is going SO FAST, very flattered -He guessed you must’ve been embarrassed,,, but this was so sweet of you! He’d wanna keep them all  -The next day you come over for your sketchbook and he happily hands it to you -He tells you quickly that he went through it and that he’s really sorry he did but he thinks the drawings you did of him were really nice,,, -AND! He drew you! He kinda passed out after because it was late and he’d forgotten that BUT, HE DID IT -He invites you in and hands you a doodle of him and you posing together with a “tada!”  -Hope ya like it! Oh, and draw cute pictures of him like that more often! He will pose for you, but ya gotta let him draw you more too!

( Fin ~ ✰ )