#but i love simple fashion... it's hard for me. cries

[divorcedwife]

scandalous

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Dominant! Ghost Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Heavy BDSM, Edging, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Ownership Kink, Marking, Biting, Petnames, Consensual Dub-Con, Consensual Abuse of Physical Strength, Knife Play, Mentions of Blood, Spit Kink, Cum Play, Rough Sex, Dominant Ghost, Submissive Reader, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, etc.

You’re his. Simple as.

And he makes sure to remind you - and anyone who crosses your path - on a near-daily basis.

Whenever he sees fit, he’ll just corner you and pin you down, telling you to “Calm down, Pipsqueak – you’re makin’ me hard,” – his way of warning you that whatever he has planned for you will only worsen the more you struggle.

And his bulge against your back is a very visceral promise of that.

Loves forcing your hands beside or above your head; it reminds you both of how much stronger than you he is – how weak and dependent you are compared to him.

How he owns you.

Bites your throat and shoulders, sucking marks, crafting you a necklace of bruises fashioned by him – his own branded jewels of love.

He’ll make sure they’re visible, too.

He needs to ward off other people from you by leaving his mark, his signature.

If he thinks you’re being bratty or uncooperative, he’ll go to any lengths to break you down until you submit to him entirely.

“You’re not making this any easier for yourself, Love,” he says. “Just tell me why you’re being so infuriating and I won’t bleed you this time.”

Massively into knife play.

Loves hearing you squeak and moan whenever he holds a knife to your throat or drags the blunted edge up your thighs, pressing it to your throbbing, aching core and cutting your underwear open, ravaging you.

He’s so rough when he’s in this kind of mood.

Will pound you until you bleed. Or give out and admit your feelings to him. Either will suffice; Ghost is a patient man.

And his stamina and endurance are no joke.

He will outlast you in every faculty.

That’s the territory that comes with being a trained murderer.

And he will remind you of that constantly.

“How does it feel–” he rasps, pants, as he pounds you from behind, the bed jutting with each thrust, “–to know you’re being fucked by a killer,”

The question is always rhetorical. He just revels in the feeling of you clenching around him when he recalls just how easily he could end you right here, right now.

But he doesn’t. And he never would.

He loves you far, far too much.

But that doesn’t stop him from being straight-up disrespectful.

Orders you to open your mouth, only for him to spit into it whenever he knows or suspects you’re being untruthful.

Also loves covering you in his cum.

His favourite thing is to cum inside you and watch it ooze from whichever holes he’s chosen to abuse that day, but something about covering you in it makes him feral.

Edges you constantly.

Uses your release as a bartering chip.

“Tell me why you’re being such a brat and I’ll let you cum.”

It’s a trap. Your honesty is punished, too.

Once he tears a satisfactory answer from you, he’ll let you - make you - cum.

And as your orgasm is still rolling through you, he’ll keep going. And going. And going.

At first you could assume it’s his bid to fulfil his own needs, but even after he finishes inside you and he simply doesn’t relent, realisation dawns on you.

Your insides are aching, pleading for a moment’s respite. But Ghost doesn’t stop, battering your hole and keeping it stretched over his bulging cock.

There comes a point where you’re banging your fists against his chest, begging him to stop because you’re so sensitive and it hurts, but he ignores you.

“If I were to let up that easily, I wouldn’t get to have any fun. Quite unfair after I let you cum, isn’t it?”

Looks into your eyes as he does it, too.

Will tie you up if he finds your cries and flails to be too bothersome.

Binds you to the bedposts so there’s nothing you can do but watch and feel as he slams into you at such a harsh, killing rhythm that has you thinking whatever’s leaking out of you right now is blood.

Very much into BDSM.

Will use his strength to bend you into whatever shape your body will allow and bind your limbs together, making it entirely impossible for you to break free as he has his way with you.

“You’re mine,” he’d say, grinding the shape of his cock into your walls; and all the while you’re moaning, crying, tears streaming down your face as euphoria tightens in your centre. “Nobody else can have you - please you - the way I can.”

Big fan of punishment, btw.

There are times where he puts you in a cage and just cums on you, making you stay there until his semen is crusting on your skin, makeshift scales on the creature Simon has reduced you to.

Also gets a kick out of spanking you, either with a belt or his hand.

When he’s feeling particularly cruel, he makes you count them until you reach the limit he has set for you.

And Heaven forbid you lose count, or you both start all over again.

Ghost likes to make sure that every time you try to sit down, you remember him – what he did to you.

When all is said and done, however, when you’re used and stuffed and Ghost is milked dry, he is the king of aftercare.

Will make sure all your needs are seen to, regardless of how oddly specific they are.

Simon will not let you move a muscle, even if you insist you can “go another round,” he’ll push you back down onto the bed.

“Oh no, you’re staying put, Sweetheart.” he says, looking down at you with all the fondness of one who has discovered love for the first time. “I’m scared you’ll break if we go again.”

He’s joking, ofc.

Secretly loves to snuggle. All the time.

And he holds you as you’re drifting off to sleep, keeping you flush against his chest, wondering how he got so lucky to have met you.

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Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist

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[blushblushbear]

The kitsunes on their wedding day?

Alright, let's put a ring on these boys!

Aki:

Nervous

Excited!

Nervecited!

vibrating with happiness

thinks about sneaking a peak at his spouse to be but doesn't cause no no he wants the surprise

that perfect moment when he sees them walk down the aisle toward him <3

does not care about the ceremony (in fact I think members of his clan care more that he does)

Only cares that today is the day you're his forever

and he'll be yours <3

VERY emotional

cries during your vows

actually tears up as you were walking down the aisle towards him but now that you're further into the ceremony he's all water works

he's just so happy

ngl bonus points if you end up running toward him at the alter

he will catch you in a spin hug

you've actually never seen Aki look so sincere and serious

but he is EXTREMELY serious about you

about your union

he truly believes himself to be the luckiest kitsune alive

holds your hands tight as you finalize the union

cups your face and pulls you into the deepest kiss

his darling bunny <3

more crying during the after wedding speeches

also LOTS of dating with his new spouse

THE MOST OVER JOYED

Haru:

NERVOUS NERVOUS NERVOUS NERVOUS NERVOUS

oh and did I mention

NERVOUS!!!

this is a big commitment for him

and he's sure about it but also HAHA WOW this is gonna be forever huh??

at least he hopes it's forever

oh gods

might actually need you to talk to him through the door

ngl the moment he hears your voice he's more sure about this then he's even been of anything

but nerves are still nerves and your voice is so soothing to him so keep talking

is so tempted to fling open that door, kiss you and run away with you right now but he restrains himself cause all these people are here he can't disappoint

(also you guys spent a lot for this venue, jeez weddings are expensive)

so he promises he'll be there waiting for you at the alter

he doesn't mean to ask this, it just sort of jumped out from deep within him, but he does ask

"and you'll be there too, right?"

he sounds so

scared???

terrified...

but he feels more certain when you tell him

'As if anyone could keep me away'

another teary eyed boy as he watches you walk toward him at the alter

he tries really hard to hide it but oh hell who's he fooling

his vows are simple but extremely heart felt

and he can't stop staring into your eyes as he says them to you

actually, from that point on, he kind of can't stop staring

his eyes are following you for the rest of the evening

giving you this adoring lovestruck look all time

he deeps you when he kisses you at the alter

and at the reception he does do that garter thing (even if you're a dude in a full suit, he'll have you wear a garter just so he can reach up there and take it off) (((....might not throw it into the crowd though.... might keep it.... he earned that fair and square lmao)))

loads of dancing and drinking follows

also lots of him holding you, kissing you, watching you

just so enraptured that you're actually his

he feels undyingly lucky

he's also very excited for a very long honeymoon with you

Fuyu:

Fuyu taking a mate before the whole of his clan (and also many members of the other clans) tries his best to remain the very picture of dignified on this, his special day of union to his beloved

the key word here is tries though

and it's true, before you join the crowd at the ceremony, he was actually a statuesque figure of refined stoicism

but the moment his eyes fall on you

he melts

he softens

he begins to radiate a warmth that only comes with the deepest love and adoration

before the ceremony he was nervous, he'll admit it

worried he would not make a suitable enough husband for a boundlessly graceful creature such as yourself

that his stiff demeanor and occasionally cold bits of habit would prove inhospitable to a marital bond

that he would, over time, come to be too old fashioned, too stoic, too set in his ways to make for the kind of loving partner he fully believe you deserved, and that he so desperately wanted to be

but he was certain there would be no love as grand as this for him again, and you had vowed that you would accept his hand in marriage

so he resigned himself to accepting this most blissful fate with the utmost gratitude

and not sully this day with so called 'cold feet' or any sort of doubts to that nature

but he was definitely still nervous while getting dressed

however the moment he saw you enter the room, glowing with a majesty of his spouse to be, and walking towards him down the aisle

the only thing he was able to feel was a well of love as he fell for you all over again in that moment

he actually predicted that he would probably be falling for you over and over again for the rest of your lives

his vows are grandiose and exciting

and full of the utmost sincerity

and as he listens to your vows, his eyes begin to well up

and when you cup his face in your hands and pull him in for your first wedded kiss, he swooned so hard he thought his knees were going to give way

he's another one who rarely takes his eyes off you the whole rest of the evening

he listens to the toasts but his eyes are locked on you

your first dance together as a married couple is one he'll never forget

and though he doesn't loosen up as much as the other kistune, he does still imbibe with his spouse and toast to a long happy life together

also he dances a bit like a dork after a few drinks and it's adorable

[ventique18]

I still stand by my opinion that TWST has one of the best art there is. The sheer skill and MASTERY in design, composition, and rendering is near unbeatable tbh. A lot of other games overcompensate with shiny color rendering to appeal to the layman but actually suck at anatomy and other areas, but Yana-sensei's mastery in everything really speaks for itself. The art style itself is not something that resounds with everyone at first glance, but when you get to flip through the other pieces, you'll realize with how consistent they are that the artist's skill isn't something to joke about.

Granted, there are some weird renderings (the groovy versions lol) which I'm 100% sure were done by other staff members, but the base forms being this consistently amazing is... amazing. Twst has the type of class that doesn't need to resort to fanservice of boobs and thighs to sell. Twst doesn't milk one character for money and gives opportunity for all characters to shine. Twst isn't afraid to break out of the overdone tux and uniqlo fashion and instead makes great effort to incorporate different cultures to create unique and memorable characters designs.

Twst is like creative masturbación for nerds like me 😫

I could go on and on ugggggh. The art is the BEST fantastic unmatched, but the stories themselves deserve praise too! I'm an overworked woman who can barely log in to play 30 minutes everyday, much less read through those bloated NPC dialogues like Genshin serves lol. But twst! Twst gives me chapters that I can read in 30 seconds and laugh at for an entire five minutes. It's such a great kisser (Keep It Short and Simple). And when it decides to hit you with the feels, it hits HARD. Literally cried so many times during the main story.

Idk. This game's literally just a side game because it's so slow to update, but it remains my absolute favorite. The quality and entertainment it brings is unmatched. I love this gem and I'm so glad I gave it a shot! I hope many more people will get to enjoy this game because they're seriously missing out.

[honeylations]

SON JIWOO x FEM!READER

Prompt: You attend a party in celebration of exams ending, only to find your crush being cornered by her ex boyfriend

Warnings/Notes: uni au, drinking, kissing, mentions of cheating, suggestive at the end

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“Chanelle! Y/n! Welcome to the party-“ Yeji interrupted herself upon seeing your outfit tonight. “Wohohoho look at you Kwon Y/n~ Is this really you?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to hide the proud smile creeping your lips. Yeji was right though, you had decided to go all out with your look, wanting to impress everyone (more like SOMEONE) with your visuals.

“Nerdy architecture student Y/n?! No this is womaniser Y/n!!” Chanelle did jazz hands as if you were her successful experiment. Which is technically true.

Upon finding out your crush was going to be at this party, you cried to Chanelle on the phone about dressing you nicely like a doll. Of course, she was more than happy to help you despite the 3 hours it took of actually finding an outfit in your dull closet.

Chanelle was also right on the ‘nerdy architecture student’ title because every lecture, every brunch, every dinner, you stuck with the same purple Champion hoodie that Yunah got you for your birthday 3 years ago. The colour had faded and some threading came loose but you refused to wear anything else as you quoted: ‘I am attending a 2 hour lecture. Not a fashion show’.

Your friends tried to convince you by using Son Jiwoo, your campus crush, as an excuse to dress better but your buildings are on complete opposite sides of the University so what was the point? It didn’t matter.

Well now it did matter. You had your hair down for once, revealing the outgrown wolf cut that Ruka offered to trim and retouch, and Chanelle organised a simple black long sleeve button up and slacks to help scream ‘lesbian’.

She suggested for you to wear your contacts but you remembered doing that last time while being absolutely wasted and you ended up forgetting to remove them before you passed out in bed. Wasn’t a pleasant morning afterwards, having to deal with sore blood shot eyes for the week.

“You dressed her well, Chanelle. I feel so proud of our Y/n-ie!” Yeji fake cried before letting you fully step into the loud dorm. It was dark but the little neon lights allowed you to see just how many people were here, recognising a few from your classes.

“Jiwoo is in the kitchen if you’re wondering” Funa said in your ear, making you jump.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

The girl laughed and ran her hands from your shoulders down to your arms. “Wow you look great. So pretty but so handsome, rawrrr!”

What you didn’t notice was Jiwoo eyeing you from the kitchen doorway, shooting daggers at Funa who’s hands could not leave your shoulders. Taking a sip from her red cup, she walked back into the kitchen for more liquor.

“Are you drunk? You’re very handsy” You chuckled at Funa.

She gave your shoulders one last squeeze. “You work out so well, I’m jealous. And no, I’m not drunk”

You shrugged at her. “Gotta stay in shape or else the ladies won’t love me”

“Ladies? You mean Jiwoo” She winked. “Get yourself a drink, Y/n. You deserve it after studying so hard”

You nodded and bid her a goodbye before making a beeline to the kitchen that had lights on, being better for you compared to the dark noisy living room. Chanelle was already on her 5th cup, having a good chat with Minju by the drinks table. They both noticed your presence.

“Hey Y/n! I didn’t even recognise you!” Minju beamed, eyeing you from head to toe.

“I’m gonna get that a lot tonight, huh?” You smirked and poured yourself some vodka and sprite.

“Let loose Y/n-ie! Our future architect deserves a reward” Chanelle winked your way, being enough of a reason for you to chug your drink and pouring a second round.

For the next half an hour, the effects of the alcohol got you more extroverted than you usually are, talking with classmates to talking with strangers, most of them being pretty med students that marked you as their eye candy. But they weren’t Jiwoo so you turned down any offers of taking things upstairs.

Being on your god knows how much cup, you were leaning your back against the counter while chatting with Ryujin about your childhood together when Yunjin appears with her hand around Chaewon’s waist.

“Hey there, architect” Yunjin grinned.

“Hey lovebirds, enjoying the party?” You asked with a smiling Ryujin.

“Better question is, how come you’re not making any moves on Jiwoo, huh? You’re dolled up like this and not expecting to get laid?” Chaewon tilted her head at you mockingly.

“I don’t just go up to someone like that, Chae” You laughed.

The three started a whole new conversation when you looked over Yunjin’s shoulder and saw the girl you’ve been thinking of getting cornered by a guy. You sighed and took another big gulp out of your red cup, turning around to pour another. Ryujin slapped your arm

“Slow down there, Kwon. You’re gonna kill yourself”

“What’s the point. Jiwoo’s getting talked to by some dude that could’ve been me” you grumbled, drinking your new pour with ease, going straight for another.

They all looked at where Jiwoo was, Yunjin frowning as she realised the situation. “Uh, doesn’t look like she’s into it actually. She looks uncomfortable”

Throwing your eyes back to your crush, you could see Yunjin was right. Jiwoo had her shoulders up with a disgusted look while the guy was trapping her between the wall and his body.

“Isn’t that Hwan?” (OC character) Chaewon questioned.

“Didn’t they break up two months ago? What could he possibly want?” Ryujin questioned next.

“Look away” You simply huffed and set your empty cup down before walking your way to the two students.

“This is gonna be so good” Yunjin smirked, Chaewon and Ryujin joining in as a small audience.

“I’m back now, baby. It can be us again” Hwan whispered into Jiwoo’s ear, kissing at her ear before he got pushed away by your hand.

“Ever heard of consent?” You hissed.

Jiwoo could finally breathe, holding onto the back of your shirt while she hid.

“And you are?”

You gulped and thought of the first response that came to mind. “Her girlfriend. Is there a problem?”

Jiwoo’s eyes widened, clutching your shirt tighter as her heart rate quickened. Being called her girlfriend was something she dreamt of for way too long.

“Cut the bullshit. She needs a real man and I’m the closest thing to that compared to you” He jabbed a finger at your shoulder.

You took a step closer, killing him with a deathly stare that Jiwoo nor anyone hasn’t seen before, causing an uncomfortable aura around you. “Having a 3 inch dick doesn’t make you a man, Hwan”

His eye twitched before trying to reach around to grab Jiwoo but you aggressively pushed his hand away and grabbed at his polo collar. “Don’t you fucking touch what’s not yours” You growled.

Jiwoo gasped and was quick to grab onto your shoulder, trying not to distract herself from the yummy muscles she was feeling. The touch made you look at her.

“Y/n baby, please don’t. He’s not worth it”

Releasing a heavy sigh, you pushed Hwan away with your eyes piercing angrily into his. You snapped out of it when you felt arms slide up your neck, making you face Jiwoo who held you close. “Please don’t hate me for this” She whispered, not letting you question it the moment her lips pushed into yours.

Instantly closing your eyes, your hands went around her exposed waist while kissing deeply back. You opened your eyes briefly to lock eyes with an embarrassed Hwan as you squeezed Jiwoo’s waist. The man cursed under his breath and left the party.

Jiwoo gently pulled away, fixing your glasses that got wonky from the kiss. Your hands never left each other. “I’m sorry, Y/n”

“Don’t be, please. Just felt the need to save you. Who was he anyways?”

“My ex. He’s insane, don’t worry so much about him” She sighed and ran her hands over your strong shoulders.

“May I ask what happened between you two?”

“Cheated on me, that’s all. I don’t care anyways since I’m here with you. I’ve wanted you for a while now, Y/n” she smiled.

You were about to melt from the blunt confession. “Same here. I didn’t even know you knew my name”

“I’m mutual friends with Chaewon. The moment I saw you, I had to ask her for every detail”

“Stalker much” you joked, letting her head rest against your chest.

She went on her tippy toes to give light kisses under your jaw, marking it with her red lipstick. “You look so fucking good tonight. You don’t understand how crazy you made me, Y/n”

“Oh believe me, I’ve been worse”

She then placed lipstick marks on your cheek to the rest of your face. “Glad you’re out of that same purple hoodie you always wear” She giggled.

You looked at her shocked. “Hey, don’t be mean. I love that hoodie because Yunah gifted it to me!”

“If I buy you a new hoodie can you let that purple one go for once?”

“If it’s from you, I don’t mind anything”

Jiwoo shook her head from your cheesy words.

“Well Miss Son Jiwoo, how about we change this fake girlfriend thing to something real?”

She looked up at you and bit her lower lip. “Hm. If you make me forget everything tonight, I’ll consider it”

You noticed the seductive tone in her voice, easily intertwining your hands and walking towards Yeji’s spare bedroom.

“WOOOH YOU GO Y/N!” Ryujin yelled.

“GET IT BABY!!” Yunjin screamed afterwards.

A/N: Yes finally wrote for mommy Jiwoo :p I can write a smut part if y’all want😭

[theonethatwatchesalotofshows]

The same thing that I wrote about Paris and Rory applies to Serena and Blair. Fans complain constantly that "Serena took everything from poor Blair" but past season 1 that's not true at all.

The examples that they bring up are the girls in school, the fashion show, Yale and Dan.

The girls in school - this was literally Chuck's doing. It was Chuck's mastermind level manipulation of everyone involved, yet these fans will ignore that because they usually love Chuck. But let's take Chuck out of the equation for a second and focus just on Blair and Serena - those girls are like mocking birds, they flock to everyone. That week it was Serena, a week before that it was Blair, a year before that it was Jenny. Serena didn't "steal" Blair's friends, Blair's "friends" are just not very good friends that change loyalties all the time.

The fashion show- I don't understand how can anyone watch this episode and not hate Blair. Even when I was a fan of hers, she pissed me off here. She was acting like a 5-year-old and literally sabotaged herself and then cried about it. So her mother rejected her seating chart, which other people in the company agreed was weak because she prioritized bribing her "friends" with second row tickets over actually making a chart that makes sense. Jenny then suggested putting semi-famous Serena and Poppy in the front row and Blair threw a hissy fit and tried to sabotage the entire fashion show, which is the source of her mother's income. She sent the models home which prompted Eleanor to make Serena and Poppy the models. She did this to herself. Throughout the episode she just kept digging her own grave deeper and deeper.

Yale- Serena was waving the white flag at school but instead of accepting peace, Blair had to attack Serena's intelligence. Was it petty of Serena to apply to Yale just to spite Blair? Yes, but if Blair had not insulted her, she would not have done that. Also Blair doesn't own Yale. You can't own a school? Serena was free to apply to any school she wanted. The reason Serena was invited to the Dean's house not Blair is because Serena made a good impression and Blair did not, simple as that. Serena didn't take anything from Blair, they both had equal opportunities. And the reason Blair got rejected from Yale in the end had even nothing to do with Serena, it was all her doing, so I don't get why people still say that Serena "stole Yale" from Blair.

Dan- while I am a huge Dair shipper, Blair did choose to date Serena's ex knowing that Serena was uncomfortable with it, so it is debatable who "stole" from who here.

"But Blair works hard!" How exactly? And when? Yes, Blair is more focused on school than Serena but if we look at actual work, then Serena is much more of a working girl than Blair. Blair looks down on work and tells Eva to wear gloves to cover her working hands ffs! I am not talking about book Blair here because that one was actually focused and had a lot of volunteering and extracurriculars on her plate. The show Blair however only "works" by scheming, manipulating and blackmailing people. We see her do exactly one (1) internship before deciding to be a princess. Serena on the other hand worked in PR, worked on Tripp's campaign (even though we know how that turned out), worked on movie sets and on The Spectator with Nate iirc. Yes, it is unrealistic how these opportunities seemingly fell from the sky into her lap, like when she got offered a job on the movie set because she read the book. In that way Serena was extremely lucky. So in that sense I understand why people prefer Blair - because it's much easier to relate to someone with insecurities who gets in her own way than someone confident who seemingly gets opportunities falling into her lap.

[scorchieart]

More to Give, More to Take

Part I

Clavis: Hmm... there's still something missing. What do you think, Fashion Clavis?

Fashion Clavis: It couldn't cover up all his ugliness. Let's spray him once more.

Knight Clavis: Or we could poke his face till it deflates! The drawing will cover more of him that way!

Clavis: An amusing thought, but we still need a canvas to stick it to.

Knight Clavis: I'll pin it on with my sword!

Horse: *whinnies happily*

Knight Clavis: See! I already have one vote for my idea! Anyone else?

Bunny Clavis: Actually, I think he's just happy to nibble on my ears. Ouch, by the way.

Flower Clavis: Haha! Why do you think I swapped places with you?

Chocolate Clavis: Mmphm.

Flower Clavis: Lay off it, you would have done the same.

Chocolate Clavis: Mmmmphmm!

Knight Clavis: Use your God-given right to words, fellow Clavis! We have a fair lady present!

Bunny Clavis: It looks like his mouth melted. Just like my poor ears.

Fashion Clavis: It must be because we're all so hot. We've counteracted the Brutal Beast's arctic chill.

Chocolate Clavis: MMMMM!!!!!

Balloon Clavis: Heads up, Clavises! Mad Hatter is trying to escape again!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Curse you and your aerial advantage. And I was so close, too. Next time, don't leave your precious breakable glass prison next to such a hard object.

Knight Clavis: Clay Clavis! You were supposed to guard the prisoner! Not aid him in his escape!

Clay Clavis: ...

Flower Clavis: About as useful as Chocolate Clavis, that one, eh?

Bunny Clavis: About as useful as you, you mean?

Chocolate Clavis: HMM!

Knight Clavis: And you two! You were tasked with protecting our fair maiden from any harm. Have you been lollygagging up there?

Leopard Clavis: I do hope you realize I am ineffectual in combat from this distance. I am but a simple Clavis wearing a leopard hat. Much like how you are a simple Clavis waving a toy sword.

Knight Clavis: T-toy...?

Kissing Clavis: And she's just so sweet! I couldn't possibly turn away from her adorable cheeks for even a moment!

Knight Clavis: But... but your duty as gentlemen!

Mad Hatter Clavis: My, my. All this discord wafting through the air is simply delicious. Perhaps you would consider releasing me to join in on the feast?

Fashion Clavis: Not after last time, wacko.

Mad Hatter Clavis: Is that so? I recall you taking immense enjoyment in the proceedings in particular, Fashion Clavis. You nearly shattered your precious sprayer nozzle when you collapsed from your bout of hysterics.

Fashion Clavis: And I still haven't forgiven you for that! Or for what you did to Reading Clavis!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Please, he had it coming. Associating with Reading Chevalier? The height of disgrace.

Clavis: Speaking of Chevalier, can we all please get back to the task at hand?

Balloon Clavis: I still say we flatten him with a bookcase.

Clavis: That kind of thinking is what landed Mad Hatter Clavis in the bottle in the first place. Unrelated, but darling, please make sure the umbrella is covering the both of us.

Leopard Clavis: Me too, please!

Chocolate Clavis: Mm-hmm!

Kissing Clavis: I'll stay riiight here. *snuggles*

Flower Clavis: Hey, Bunny Clavis? Wanna swap places again?

Bunny Clavis: Oi! Back off!

Horse: *winnies and chews*

Bunny Clavis: You too! That's it! I'm sitting next to Clay Clavis!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Wonderful! You can swap with me!

Fashion Clavis: Don't you dare. Knight Clavis, stop him!

Knight Clavis: *sniff* How? With my toy sword? I wouldn't even be able to crack open the jar! I'm even more useless than Clay Clavis! *cries*

Clavis: Gentlemen! Control yourselves! We called this meeting to prove to Chevalier that both the sum of our parts and each individual personality are forces to be reckoned with. That the moniker of Clavis Lelouch prevails supreme no matter the role he plays or the hat he wears. Prince. Knight. Leopard. And yes, even fashion stylist. And with the support of the love of our life behind us, there is nothing we cannot accomplish, alone or as a team. What must he think of us after seeing such a horrendous display?

Mad Hatter Clavis: Well, why don't you ask him?

Chevalier: Zzzzz...

All the Clavises: ...

Clavis: Balloon Clavis, prepare the bookcase. Everyone else, take cover under the umbrella.

Kissing Clavis: *smooch*

Part II

Part III

[hanyusan]

GIFT

My delayed emotions are catching up to me. At last, I feel overwhelmed. Lack of sleep might be amplifying a little bit. I tried to nap at intermission and sleep after. For adrenaline-related reasons, that did not happen. Worth it.

Yuzu is someone who prefers to express himself through art versus relying on speaking. When you see what he has to say, you don't filter through it like you would if he were to use words alone.

For precisely that reason, his skating feels distinct from that of his peers'. Even if you can't decipher the details, his skating is alive. It declares, it shouts, it smiles; sometimes it cries. At times, it overflows with satisfaction. At others, it brews with frustrated determination. In the final years of his competitive career, it shrouded itself in a solemn fighting spirit. GIFT defined itself through all these raw and honest emotions paired with simple yet poetic voiceovers and a dramatic array of visual effects, dance, and (of course) live music. Yuzu promised an ice "show." A fantastic show was exactly what he delivered.

Though Yuzu doesn't shy away from sharing his emotional state, he's also an incredibly private person. While his wisdom makes itself obvious based on what he chooses to tell the public and when (...and how), a lot more of it exists in what he keeps to himself.

Most of us know that he goes through hard times. It's impossible that he doesn't. Even if not because of the glare of the public eye, his toughness on himself must weigh down heavier at certain moments. Yet he successfully hides a large extent of it. When it was literally "amateur" hour, he would disappear for months at a time and then abruptly reappear at competitions, only to vanish again immediately after. Unless he deigned to mention it afterwards, no one knew what was happening in those weeks when he transformed into the elusive animal of nature documentaries.

As worrying as it was, I also like it to this day. I like that he circumvents the obligation to report his every move. I like that he only talks about things when he feels like it, and then with as few or many words or anime references as he desires. I like that he opened zero social media accounts until he needed them for work, because of course he would. Maybe it hits close to home. I often feel pressured to share my problems with people so they can make me "feel better," even if I'm not ready. That uninvited breach of boundaries usually prompts a horrible spiral of suffering. I like that he felt okay closing himself off.

Today, Yuzu filled GIFT with his entire heart, strife with all of the agony and internal turmoil that he's battled. And I like that he felt safe enough to be vulnerable and tell everyone that he's had a hard time. That he once felt deterred by the circumstances from continuing what he loved. That later, when his love wavered due to different circumstances, he tried to force himself to still find it enjoyable. There comes a point where, no matter how deep your love for something, one day you'll feel as if you're merely going through the motions. It's scary. You defined yourself by your passion for so long. How could it just go away? What are you if it goes away?

Part of me harbors the naive wish that he never had to endure such pain. It's paradoxical. To be tormented by such philosophical questions, you first have to be the type of person who would want to seek and create answers. And that type of person, someone who is pensive and caring, is always who deserves the inevitable pain the least. That's who Yuzu is—someone who won't take the easy way out.

Like life, skating challenges him in an unfair and persistent fashion. As this road continues to taunt him, I wish for him the tenacity to walk it and the inner peace to stray from it should he ever want to. I hope that when he's alone, he can remind himself not to feel lonely. And if he still does, I hope he can remember how many people love him and feel even a little bit better until he can get back on his feet. He is an undying phoenix, sinking into ashes with the promise of rising again. As many times as it takes.

Yuzu, you gathered so many talented people to your side tonight to put on an amazing production. I cannot fathom the amount of time, precision, and innovation it must have taken you and your entire team to complete it. I won't lie. Your seemingly insatiable hunger for bigger and better things can be frightening at times. Yet I adore the unbridled glee on your face when you succeed in grabbing what it is that you reach for.

ありがとうございました！

P.S. Take that, 4S. Little punk of a jump had it coming.

[darkacua]

Can you come to Heartlabyul's garden? I have something important to tell you. Sincerely: Riddle R.

Redrawing of this piece that I did a little over 1 year ago. Never stop practicing kids :)

Anyway… HEADCANON OF RIDDLE'S CONFESSION:

It took our hedgehog lover a good month to realize he was in love.

Another 2 weeks for Trey to find out and two more months to convince him that he should confess to Yuuken.

Various plans were concocted, each one more bizarre and outlandish than the last, as Riddle's teammates and friends were asked to help him so that he had some context of what to do and what not to do.

Kalim recommended a parade, Malleus an old-fashioned courtship asking for Yuuken's hand from his parents, Azul made a set of “impossible to refuse” offers, Silver recommended a romantic horseback ride, and a host of other ideas.

They used Jamil's plan, a written confession. Short, simple and to the point.

Riddle spent at least a ream of pages to write a "perfect" letter that would show his feelings without, in his words, they will sound demanding.

It would have been a very good confession! If only he had put it in the mail like he was supposed to.

Somehow the letter never reached its addressee, and he ended up sending a formal teatime invitation to Yuuken and Grimm.

Riddle cried that night helplessly for not being able to send his letter. He worked so hard on it!

He managed to confess at that tea party.

Yuuken told him that he didn't feel the same way. Which would have been painful if it wasn't for the fact that she agreed to go on a date with him anyway.

Your effort reached our athlete and he believes that you are admirable! Congratulations Riddle.

Somehow they end up dating and one of the healthiest couples NRC will have the honor to meet.

Español bajo el corte

¿Puedes venir al jardín de Heartlabyul? Tengo algo importante que decirte. Atentamente: Riddle R. Redibujado de esta pieza que hice hace poco más de 1 año. Nunca dejen de practicar niños :) De todos modos… HEADCANON DE LA CONFESIÓN DE RIDDLE:

A nuestro amante de erizos le tomó un buen mes darse cuenta que estaba enamorado.

Otras 2 semanas en que Trey se diera cuenta y dos meses más en convencerlo de que debería confesarse a Yuuken.

Se ingeniaron varios planes, cada uno más extraño y extravagante que el pasado, ya que se les pidió ayuda a los compañeros y amigos de Riddle para que este tuviera un poco de contexto de que y que no hacer.

Kalim recomendó un desfile, Malleus un cortejo a la antigua pidiendo la mano de Yuuken a sus padre, Azul hizo un conjunto de ofertas “imposibles de rechazar”, Silver recomendó un viaje romántico en caballo y un sinfín de ideas más.

Usaron el plan de Jamil, una confesión escrita. Corto, sencillo y al grano.

Riddle se gastó al menos una resma de hojas en escribir una carta “perfecta” que demostrara sus sentimientos sin que, a palabras de él, estos sonarán demandantes.

¡Hubiera sido una confesión muy buena! Si tan solo la hubiera puesto en el correo como se suponía.

De alguna forma la carta nunca llegó a su destinatario, y terminó enviando una invitación formal a la hora del té para Yuuken y Grimm.

Riddle lloró esa noche de impotencia por ser incapaz de mandar su carta ¡Trabajó muy duro en ella!

Logró confesarse en esa fiesta de té.

Yuuken le dijo que no sentía lo mismo. Lo cual hubiera sido doloroso si no fuera por el hecho de que de igual manera aceptó tener una cita con él.

¡Tu esfuerzo llegó a nuestro deportista y cree que eres admirable! Felicidades Riddle.

De alguna forma terminan siendo novios y una de las parejas más sanas que NRC tendrá el honor de conocer.

[gardenofnineveh]

Oh, oh, I am laughing so hard at plumber Aemond! I just can't stop laughing, it's just too good. Please say you'll write a short drabble of Luke, Aemond and Tom's life together. I really like the AU you created.

Dear Anon-chan,

Thank you ☺️ I have gathered a collection of my thoughts that are hopefully entertaining 🥸

Lucerys gives birth to a baby girl. Both Tom and Aemond are totally girl dads 👧 (girl = my precious baby, let me braid your hair; boy = aight boy, you’re getting outta my house as soon as you turn 18)

Tom and Aemond have a fight about naming. Aemond wants to name his daughter Vhagar, but Tom thinks that’s old-fashioned and might get his child bullied in school.

Luke steps in and names the child Lois in honor of Tom’s sister with the middle name Helaena in honor of Aemond’s sister. (Ofc, her last name is Velaryon after Luke)

They rotate on baby tasks. Tom loves to keep the baby on his chest before bed time while he reads a book (*ahem* Kama Sutra to learn ancient Indian knowledge on how to make his sperm more potent than that of Aemond). Little lucu-fruit sometimes chomps down on Tom’s nipples when he holds her like that (just Tom’s, not Luke’s or Aemond’s).

Aemond likes to hold the baby while he stands upright with their cheeks pressed together.

Luke straddles the baby his hip as he goes around the house. (Luke has an excess of 🥛 production, so he pumps to store in the fridge.)

Luke is super protective of his child, but Aemond and Tom takes it to an excessive level.

They are all great parents but have very different parenting styles. Luke is the nurturing, understanding kind. Tom is the let’s play and explore the world, hands-on kind. Aemond is the teaching, knowledgeable kind.

Tom and Aemond are try-hard dads, but also dumb daddies. (See refusal to get a paternity test — they’d just argue that the baby is more like them because of the baby likes something… Arguments start as jokes and quickly escalate to getting physical. Luke has to put them in timeout corner and force them to wear a get-along shirt.)

Whenever one of them is taking care of the baby, the other takes advantage of the free time and gets spicy 🌶️ time with Luke.

Once little lucu-fruit bites Tom’s nipple while Tom is child duty. Tom’s bursts into the bathroom to check on his nipple but instead he finds Aemond and Luke banging. (Luke swears they were just trying to unclog the drain because Aemond is a plumber 🔧)

The three of them have broken the bed frame 🛌 on more than one occasion 😅

Whenever Tom is deployed or Aemond has to travel for work, Aemond and Tom work in a seamless alliance to update each other on Luke’s status.

After his pregnancy, Luke joins a gym because he thinks he should lose some weight (Tom & Aemond are like no, you don’t, you’re perfect ❤️)

Luke’s gym trainer is someone by the name of Osferth. Tom and Aemond quickly intervene after seeing Osferth’s face and convince Luke that they can train him.

Tom is daddy, and Luke is papa. That has been the arrangement since before Aemond was a thing. So Aemond gets called father. (Secretly, Aemond wishes for a cuter name.)

So when little Lois Helaena is in elementary school and learns about this, she begins calling Tom “dad” and Aemond “daddy almond”. Luke is always “papa” 😚 (Aemond’s heart melts.)

Aemond and Tom compete on who can do the best hairdos for their girl. Low key start a YouTube channel for girls’ hairstyles.

After Tom is honorably discharged from the Navy, Aemond and Tom start a Plumbing + HVAC business. (Tom fixed HVAC systems on navy ships.)

Luke, Aemond, and Tom have more children! Luke names their second child, a boy, Vizzy D after Aemond’s father Viserys and Tom’s father Douglas.

Any boy who tries to hit on their girl will be given shit (and fire and blood) from Tom and Aemond. It’s gotten to the point where little Lois has cried to Luke about it multiple times.

The three of them live a simple but fulfilling life full of love 💗

[the-dalseum-duet]

gay Panera Bread date gone wrong! (there was blood!) (and slurs!) (not clickbait!)

@svwhssftr mandatory mako coparent tag come look at your well-behaved gentleman of a son

just some Sutton Valence-adjacent shenanigans for tonight after a long golf practice. it’s hard to explain but in the original Sutton Valence, characters who had children that were also major characters (like Gregory and Adam) were not seen as parents and children. like it was acknowledged that Gregory was technically his father, but it wasn’t the same person. bc that Gregory was not the same age. if that makes any sense. just keep that in mind

anyway! they’re so Ricky Montgomery coded I love them DEARRRLY i fear I have fangstitch brainrot. in my delulu hopeless romantic era. I also fear that it’s not a Sutton Valence excerpt without something oddly serious covered. 

“Crow, do you have any formal clothes?” Mako anxiously slid the hangers of his cramped wardrobe as he brushed through his collection of nicer clothing. 

“Nothing that would fit you.” Crow crossed his legs as he mashed the buttons of his Switch. “Where are you two going, anyway?” 

“Panera.”

“Panera?” Crow repeated as he paused his play-through of Deltarune to stare at Mako, mouth agape. “You’re asking me for formal clothes for a date at Panera?”

“I don’t have anything!” Mako exclaimed. “I mean, he’s a big fashion guy. What if I wear something entirely inappropriate?”

“I can guarantee you that formal attire at Panera Bread would be entirely inappropriate,” Crow said. 

“What do you think I should wear, then?” Mako sighed. 

“I don’t know, man. I’m a fan of the collared shirt and sweatshirt combo, personally. It never misses.” 

“Collared shirt,” Mako repeated, standing on the tip of his toes as he swung the metal tops of his hangers. “Nice sweatshirt.”

Meanwhile, Gale adjusted the button of his shirt as he puffed out his hair in his bathroom mirror. It was a simple ensemble. Mako liked simple, right? Did it really matter, in the long run? He already agreed to their date. 

“Kai, you’ve been going out with Noeul for a while, right?” Gale asked, propping open the bathroom door with his foot. 

“Something like that.” Kai dramatically stretched himself over his bed. “Why do you ask?”

“How often do you go on dates?” Gale asked. 

“Never,” Kai responded. “Why would we do that gay shit?” 

Gale cocked his head. “Because you want to further your relationship and understanding of each other?” 

“I think we understand each other perfectly fine.”

“I guess we’re just different.” Gale habitually picked at his cuticles, chipping his bronze nail polish. 

“Thank God,” Kai sneered, staring at the popcorn ceiling. 

“Can I borrow your blue sweatshirt?” Gale asked. “I’ll be careful with it.”

“It’s going to swallow you whole, but sure,” Kai said. “Just don’t get, like, cum or shit on it.” 

“Huh?” Gale said, his head craning around the door. 

“You heard me, Porter. Just don’t get freaky with your boy toy on my vintage Alexander McQueen, and we’ll be fine.” 

“That’s vintage McQueen?” Gale asked, his eyes widening. “And you never told me?” 

“It never came up.” Kai shrugged. 

“I might have to borrow it more often,” Gale said under his breath. 

“Where are you going, anyway?” Kai asked. 

“The little Panera down the street.” 

“Panera?” Kai laughed. “God, you are a faggot.”

“It’s cozy! They have good soups!”

“You are a pansy,” Kai cackled.

“You’ve shagged significantly more men than I have, Shirogane.” Gale narrowed his eyes as he tucked Kai’s sweatshirt into his khaki pants. 

“Shagged?” Kai said. “What, am I some kind of rug?”

Gale rolled his eyes. “You should be more familiar with British slang by now.”

“And you should be more familiar with some dick by now.” 

“I’m not interested in his… manly bits… right now-“

“What the fuck?” Kai cried.

“What?”

“Why do you talk like that all the time?” Kai asked. “‘His manly bits.’ This has to be a joke.”

“Welcome to Britain, Kai! Sorry, we have dignity and a healthy relationship with sex.”

“You clearly don’t have a healthy relationship with sex.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend who sleeps with Sonnet Chea behind my back.”

Kai blinked. “That’s not true, Gale.” 

“It most certainly is true!” 

“I know Noeul fucks Sonnet. I just don’t care.” 

“Oh.” Gale’s voice cracked. 

“I’m just saying, you should loosen up a little,” Kai said. “Learn to take a joke, man.”

“Your jokes aren’t very funny,” Gale said, grabbing his bag and wallet from a hook on their door. 

“They get me good dick,” Kai said. “What do your nonexistent jokes get you, Gale?”

“A boyfriend who actually gives two shits about me.” Gale stiffly smiled as he closed the door and headed down the hall to meet Mako. 

As Gale traversed the halls, Mako’s eyes were locked on his bedside alarm clock. 

“Does it look okay?” he asked, his voice wavering. “I think it looks okay.” 

“You look great, dude.” Crow awkwardly patted Mako’s back. “I think the blue sweatshirt and khaki pants complement each other.”

“Really?”

“Really.” 

“I’m nervous.” Mako fidgeted with the shark keychain dangling from his wallet. “I’ve never been on a date before. I think he really likes me, and I don’t want to fuck up-“ 

“If someone somehow doesn’t like you, then they’re the problem,” Crow said, instinctively adjusting the chain of Mako’s paperclip necklace. “Gale seems like a good guy. Just have fun.” 

“Do my teeth look weird?”

“As fucked-up as always.” Crow smiled. 

“Perfect.” Mako confidently grinned as he swung open the door of his dorm room. His face dropped as he saw Gale across the hall. Gale waved at him, and Mako slammed the door.

“Crow, what do I do?” Mako exclaimed. 

“What’s wrong?” Crow had just returned to his game, so he was moderately annoyed. 

“We’re wearing the same exact outfit.”

“You’re what?”

“I saw him down the hall. It’s the exact same. Blue sweatshirt, collared shirt, khakis.” 

Crow burst out laughing. “Are you serious?”

“This isn’t funny, Crow!”

“You’re right, this is hilarious. Open the door, let me get a picture of you two.” 

“Absolutely not-“

Gale managed to knock on the door twice before Crow aggressively opened it, slamming it directly into Gale’s nose. 

“Ah!” Gale shortly screamed, curling over to shield his nose with his hands. 

“Oh, fuck,” Crow whispered. “Gale, I’m so sorry, man-“

“No, I’m okay!” Gale nasally confirmed. “It’s not that bad, I promise.” 

Gale removed his hands to reveal a stream of blood pouring from his right nostril.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Mako gasped.  “I’m so sorry, Crow’s such an asshole.”

“Hey!” Crow snapped. 

“No, I’m fine!” Gale laughed. “This happens sometimes. Nosebleeds, I mean. Do you have any tissues?”

“I got some from Crow’s desk. Here.” Mako shoved a wad of tissues into Gale’s face. 

“Wait, are we wearing the same outfit?” Gale murmured through a glob of bloody tissues. 

“Yeah, I think we are,” Mako laughed, his face bright red. 

“Smile!” Crow perched atop his bed with a digital camera and excitedly waved at the couple. He did not wait for them to smile. Instead, he caught a candid shot of Gale wiping blood from above his lip and Mako looking incredibly pissed at him. 

“I think I’m okay,” Gale confirmed, tilting his head down and admiring himself in Mako’s mirror. Blood no longer stained his upper lip.

Crow threw a black hoodie at Mako. “This is the hoodie we agreed to get at the Ricky Montgomery show. I’ve hoarded it for long enough. You can finally wear it.” 

“Is it clean?” Mako asked.

“Dubiously.”

Mako shrugged. “It should be fine.” 

Crow couldn’t help but notice Gale staring off at his quilted throw as Mako got changed. It was nice to witness some form of respect as opposed to the raging horniness he was accustomed to seeing.

“I should be ready to go,” Mako said, taking Gale’s hand. A warm flush crept across Gale’s cheeks. 

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m ready, too,” Gale said.  Mako reached to open their door.

“Y’all be safe,” Crow called, doing his best impression of the Kentuckians he had grown to know and love. 

“Take care, now,” Mako replied in an equally horrific Southern accent. 

“You’re learning!” Crow excitedly clapped. 

“Never say that again,” Gale said, leaning into Mako. With that, the duo embarked on their romantic first date at the local Panera Bread. 

[kryptonexorcius]

🌷 doing the @baeby-tc TC July stuff in December 'cause yes (now I have time to do everything I want)

1. describe your tc's physical appearance.

🪞: G's a kind of short man, maybe 160cm or 165cm, he's about my Height. I don't know how to explain his physical type, I think he has the typical "dad's body". His hair, omg his hair is perfect, it's short and Straight and has this color mix that reminds me of salt and pepper. Also, he has the most beautiful eyes in the world. They're green, in the sun they get a golden yellowish and in the dark they get a more greenish blue tone.

2. what was the first thing you've ever said to your tc?

🪞: I giggled 'cause the first thing he said to me was that I was such a quiet girl. The second thing was "I also like the Beatles" (he asked me if I liked them, actually I hate them)

3. is your to single or taken? or are you unsure? and are you single or taken?

🪞: G is taken (married) but I'm not sure if he's happy in this relationship at all... When I met him I was kind of dating a boy, but I ended our relationship 'cause I saw that I didn't truly like the boy and didn't want to hurt his feelings (now he's an asshole to me lol), so I'm actually single, UGHHH.

4. is your to more of the athletic type, the nerdy type or the artsy type?

🪞: At first I thought he was just a nerdy and artistic (musician type) man, but I saw him playing volleyball and I can tell y'all, the way he punched that fricking ball, I wish that shit was me

5. if you and your to were in high school together, do you think you'd be friends?

🪞: He was soooo extrovert and I'm pretty introvert, even if I like to talk A LOT with my friends and love company and everything about socialize, it's very hard for me 'cause of some of my life events so I think he would bully me (he actually told us the kind of guy he was when he was younger so I'm pretty sure he would be my bully).

6. name one song that reminds you of your tc and explain why that song reminds you of them.

Dois Rios - Skank (He told us to listen to this song to do a philosophy work and to chat about what that means in some kind of Socrates stuff)

You give love a bad name - Bon Jovi (idk, I just read a book about an age gap relationship and the guy was literally my TC and he enjoyed that song so, yeah)

There's a light that never goes out - The Smiths (He liked the smiths and he also likes that movie w the couple that are not a couple, I hate that movie)

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga (I REFUSE TO EXPLAIN)

7. is your to fashionable or are they more of the simple type? what is one outfit you'd love to see them wear?

🪞: HES SO MINIMALISTIC UGH I HATE THAT. EVERY TIME HES W SOME SOCCER TRAM SHIRT OR SOME SHIT LIKE IT. But I wish he wore these clothes everyday:

8. would you be willing to become a teacher and teach your tc's subject if it meant you two could be together?

🪞: For sure! I mean, I have a lot of options to teach because he teaches me a lot of subjects but I would love to help him give a science politics class 🥹

9. does your to drink or smoke?

🪞: Neither

10. name one item that is always on your tc's desk.

🪞: His red pencil case and those fineliner bic pen

11. has your tc ever done anything that has either thrown you off, annoyed you, angered you or bothered you in any way? if so, what did they do?

🪞: Yes, everytime. When he ignores my opinions about some kind of project or when he was just so insensitive when I literally told him the most significant thing in my life and that made me cry a lot and I told him I never talked about it with anyone, even w my family and he just stood there like I was only talking bullshit but when one of my friends cried cause she lost a SOCCER GAME he fucking HUGGED HER 👹👹

12. does your to have any past jobs that you know of, before becoming a teacher?

🪞: He was a tour guide, a music journalist and did something like analyzing music shows.

13. does your tc have kids or siblings? if so, how many?

🪞: He has a son (he told everyone that it was an unwanted kid and he never wanted to be a dad but when his kid or his wife is near he acts like he's soooo proud, idk what to think about it) and he has an older brother.

14. are you taking your tc's class next year?

🪞: Yes, I have no option ahaha

15. has your tc ever met your parents? if you were there, what was the meeting like?

🪞: Yup, we have parents and teachers council. Also, my father was a teacher where I study and my TC was one of his friends, he actually liked to chat w my father a lot, maybe my own father was his father figure lol (even if my father is like, one year older than him). When he met my mother he came to tell me this like a dog when it sees their owner.

16. has your to ever given you detention? if so, what was it like?

🪞: Nope, thanks god

17. has your tc ever failed you? if so, how did you react? if not, how would you react?

🪞: I don't think so. But I would be so sad and mad at the same time. Silent treatment probably would be what I would do 'cause that's what hurts me, but I wouldn't talk w him, even if it was for school purposes.

18. what are your tc's hobbies/interests? are they similar to yours?

🪞: He enjoy to listen to music (don't play anything, but I do play piano, bass, guitar and I sing), he liked to read (me too ahaha), go out to bars (even if he don't drink, but he only that the ones that have shows)

19. have you ever spoken on the phone with your tc? what did you talk about?

🪞: I never made a call w him. We just text each other sometimes. The first time he texted me was to thank me for going to his class.

20. if you had your tc's class during quarantine, what were your zoom calls like? if not, have you spoken to your tc since quarantine?

🪞: I met him in 2021 🥹

21. if you had the chance to go anywhere in the world with your tc, where would you go? what would you do?

🪞: I would go to Germany, it's my dream since I was a little kid and we would visit every museum we could.

22. does your to have any nicknames for you?

🪞: I don't think so, he never called me anything

23. have you ever cried in front of your tc? why? how did they react?

🪞: Yes; personal problems, classmates problems; HE DID NOTHING BOTH TIMES

24. have you ever walked/drove to/from school with your tc?

🪞: Nope

25. do you know which teachers your tc is friends with at school? if so, do you like those teachers?

🪞: Yes, one of them I don't like and the others I really do like

26. why does your tc's voice sound like?

🪞: It's nothing like a mature man, more like a mature teenager who had a lot of problems to deal in his life.

27. do you like your tc as a teacher? are they a good teacher?

🪞: Yesss, a lot. He's so smart and his classes are very good

28. does your tc prefer books, shows or movies?

🪞: Hard to tell, but I think movies

29. is your tc stern or easy going, in class?

🪞: pretty easy going w who make some effort to make the work he gives good, very strict if they are students who don't want to do anything

30. how would you describe you and your tc's relationship?

🪞: confusing, very confusing. Sometimes he acts like he does care about me but sometimes he just ignores me and I feel like a trash lol

31. do you address your tc by their first or last name?

🪞: by his first name. Where I live it's kind of weird to call them by their last name, it's something very particular. But when I talk to him I call him only teacher and mister, I feel it's too intimate to call him by his name ahaha, he never gave me that freedom.

[meramu-meramu]

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everything I do is carved out of the new space left behind by the illness. it's taken me time to learn how to think and feel again. bc the illness teaches you to never reach for, or even think about, anything that isn't within an arm's length. for so long it was so painful. and I used to throw tantrums and cry about it. then I accepted it. and 15 years passed before I knew it.

today my mom passed on to me her 00s burgundy marc jacobs handbag. unofficially.

I talked at length about how the lack of independence (financial and otherwise) made me so unequipped to dress the way I wanted, how my tastes and needs had changed and matured but nothing else in my life had. she has always spoiled me and always lent and given me many things from her collection, even when I could tell she was reluctant to part with it. there's a strange duality to it all; my gratefulness and my frustration coexist.

we'd been talking about our summer wardrobes and she'd suggested I invest in a pair of burgundy shoes to go with some other pieces I had when she gasped mid-sentence and took off. she went to the bedroom and took the bag out. she spoke at length about how much she loved it, going over every single detail and it was truly a beautiful bag but I was reluctant to let on how much I liked it because I didn't want her to feel pressured to part with it. we danced around it for a while and I felt like a child more than I had in ages and in the end she put it in a dustbag and I brought it home with me.

three weeks ago I was at the park and I shed a few tears because of the very simple reason that I realized that I was the happiest I'd ever been in my whole life. it is painful to be so sincere. but the sky was so blue and the birds were so loud I heard the chirping over the sound of the music in my headphones. I was listening to a recording of the opera I was to see the next day and I was so full of joy and excitement. the buds and the leaves on the branches and the grooves in the bark of the tree were so crisp to my eyes. I had eye surgery last year, and I had new glasses, so maybe this is the first spring of my life where I've seen the flowers and the leaves so clearly, I thought.

today I got home and I cried. I thought, two years ago, my mom never would have given me that bag. even with my mother's generosity, it never would've crossed her mind-and if it had, I would've declined.

even though fashion is the thing she's most passionate about in her life, for so long she couldn't share it with me, she couldn't share that joy or excitement, even though I could see how hard she tried at every turn to bond with me and make me feel appreciated and included. even when the illness was suffocating me, she would often insist. so I felt overwhelmed with sadness, and I cried.

I've been so happy about all the space I get to fill. I don't want to cry anymore if I can help it. but today I cried a little, thinking about that cramped space I lived in for my entire adult life, how even now I barely dare to think or believe that I'm free.

I'll unfurl... bit by bit.

[mfmousequake]

MouseQuake Thought Of The Day: Realization...

Last night, I watched a movie on Netflix called "The Sapphires". It's a true story based on an female Aborigine singing group. It chronicled their origins, and the things they dealt with being a black female singing group in Australia in the 60's. They sang country music at a talent competition to a crowd that did not want them there. But even with the open hostility, they sang. Even though they were the better of the participants, they did not win. But the MC (who was a piano player) cried out "This was a fix". He was then fired, but this man was a soul music lover. He loved to play everything from Sam and Dave, to Wilson Pickett, to James Brown. He liked their voices and spunk and wanted to work with them. He then went to ask for permission from their parents to do so. He was granted that permission and then began to teach them (get this) African-American SOUL MUSIC. They practiced, and practiced 60's soul music for an audition to sing for the troops in Vietnam. They got the job. They in turn had a great number of life shaping experiences. It is an inspiring film... But as I watched it, I had a mind awaking revelation.

One of the members was a "fair skinned" sister. This meant she was black but light enough to pass for white. See in those days, the Australian government would roam the country stealing these children to integrate them into white society. They would effectively assimilate them to their vision of an Aussie. They would mentally eliminate all of their blackness.

The Aborigine were despised for being black (and in most cases still are). Everything about them the Australian government despised. They were often called "sub-human" and treated like animals. But the Australian government wanted the "sub-human animals” to work for them, cook their food, have sex with them, and take their children away to be their own. Interesting, and familiar. Why does this scenario seem to be like a repeat of a television show all over the world? It's simple...

Black People in America:

There is a known power in US.

But it seems to slip by us.

There is a known strength in our people.

But it seems to wasted by us. There is something inside our people that others all over the world want to possess.

But it seems to fall by the wayside by us.

We are the world's heartbeat whether it will acknowledge it

or not.

Every little thing we do becomes what the world wants to do. Look around, its right there if you are paying attention. Whether it be in fashion, lifestyle choices, swagger, and especially music.

But we don't seem to even acknowledge within ourselves.

We work so damned hard to try to "fit in" and make being us feel comfortable for everyone else.

When all along the world wants to be us.

It's as if we are eternally lost trying to be who and what we are not for the sake of "fitting in".

There is a known power in our people. Us.

See, we are the mold that everything is built from.

If the entire world knows we are the model, then why in the hell don’t we?

Because even when we don't think and act as if we are, WE ARE.

Let that marinate for a second. Then tell me why you can't see it for yourself?

Because if you can't, you need to find out why...

MouseQuake

[animeomegas]

Kinktober - Day 10

[Asmo (Obey me!) + Comfort Sex]

Premise: Asmo’s exhausted and all he wants to do is cuddle and sleep for the next hundred years. But no one said being the incarnation of lust was simple. Dom!Alpha!Reader

Warnings: Allusions to slut shaming. There’s actually so little smut in this one lmao bye

You yawned and stretched out on Asmo’s luxurious bed as you killed time scrolling on your phone, waiting for Asmo to get home.

He was staying late at RAD to redo an exam he’d failed last week. Asmo was nervous, but you believed in him. Lucifer had threatened to limit his water usage if he failed again, so Asmo had spent the last three days studying with your help to ensure his bath time remained free from Lucifer’s clutches. He’d pulled an all nighter last night. He was going to be exhausted. Hence why you were waiting for him, ready to spoil him all night.

Speaking of Asmo, your phone started to ring, his name flashing up on the screen with an selfie of him eat ice cream that he’d set as his contact picture in your phone. 

“Hello, my love, are you finished with your exam?”

“Yeah,” Asmo’s voice was quiet. He sounded defeated. “It went well, I’m just tired. Where are you?”

“Poor baby, I’m waiting in your room for you.”

“Okay… I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Alright, my love, I’ll see you soon.”

You ended the call and sat up ready to greet your tired mate with some good old-fashioned TLC.

Only a few minutes later, the bedroom door creaked open and Asmo stumbled in, looking like death warmed over. He had dark bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, his lips were dry and cracking. He dropped his school bag on the floor with a bang and held up his arms towards you in the universal signal for a hug. Oh dear.

You didn’t make him wait, sweeping him into a well-deserved embrace while Asmo sniffed pitifully on your shoulder.

“Hush, baby,” you shushed him, running your fingers through his hair, careful to avoid the tangles. “Are you okay?”

“I’m tired,” he whined. “And I look awful. I haven’t been able to do anything but study for days.”

You cooed at him and wrapped your arms under his thighs and picked him up. Asmo gave a little watery giggle and wrapped his legs around your waist as he snuggled in.

“I think you need a nice spa session and a massage, but do you want some sleep first?”

“Yeah, as much as I want a bath, I think I’ll going to fall asleep right here if I don’t get to bed soon,” his voice was still a little quieter than normal, but the thought of a good sleep seemed to be perking him up a little bit.

You laughed.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Can you pick out some pyjamas for me?”

…

“Mhmm,” you grumbled happily, snuggling under the blanket with your omega. “It’s nice and warm under here, huh?”

You and Asmo were cuddling in bed together, legs tangled, chests pressed together. You pressed a kiss on Asmo’s head and Asmo took a deep breath of your scent and relaxed completely at the familiar and safe scent, eyes finally fluttering closed.

And then you felt him getting hard against your thigh.

Asmo’s eyes shot open immediately.

“No, no, no,” he mumbled, pulling away. “I don’t want this, not now. I-“ he cut himself off with a frustrated sob. He extricated himself from your embrace and shuffled away, bringing up his hands to cover his face as he cried.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down, Asmo, what’s going on?” You tried to keep your voice as steady as you could so as to not upset him any further, but you couldn’t help but let some of the surprise and confusion at his behaviour leak through.

“Why did I get this sin? I just want to cuddle, why is it always like this?”

Crystal tears were flowing freely down Asmo’s face now as he choked on sobs. Somehow his dark circles seemed to get even darker as you watched him breakdown.

“I ruin everything!” he sobbed, curling up into an even tighter ball.

“You don’t ruin anything, my love,” you tried to soothe him, but ultimately you weren’t sure what to say. “What makes you think that you ruin anything, huh?”

You scooped him up and tried to get him to settle back down next to you. Asmo leant into you but didn’t uncurl from his ball.

“I would take any other sin, I don’t want this one anymore! Everyone thinks that I have to be horny all the time, and look, they’re right!” he gestured angrily at the still present tent in his pyjama trousers. “All my brothers get to be other things too, but I need to be seductive and horny all the time, and I’m sick of it!”

As the yelling trailed off, Asmo just look defeated as he transitioned back into quiet crying. He’d obviously been keeping these feelings to himself for a long time, and you were sad that he’d never shared the burden with you.

“Here, sweetheart, lay down properly,” you said, pulling him around so that you were spooning him. “What we’re going to do is this, I’m going to get you off as quickly as I can and then you’re going to get some rest so that when you wake up, we can do a rose petal bath and spa session, does that sound good?”

You knew you needed to address the root of his issues surrounding his sin, but that was a job for later. Asmo was exhausted and addressing his insecurities would take a lot of energy.

Asmo hummed positively to your suggestion, nodded sluggishly into the pillow.

“Good boy,” you placed a firm kiss on the back of his head. “Now, I’m going to take care of this and hopefully calm your sin for a bit, just relax.”

You pulled his pyjama trouser down just enough to untuck his cock from the waistband, and after pausing for a moment to pour a little lube from Asmo’s bedside table onto your palm, you wrapped your hand around him and set what you hoped was a steady and relaxing pace, up and down.

Asmo moaned and sniffled, his tears seeming to finally be dying down as he enjoyed your gentle attention.

“You’re so beautiful, Asmo,” you cooed into his ear, swirling your thumb around the head of his cock and dipping your nail into his slit the way he liked it. “And not just on the outside. You’re so kind, so fun, so passionate about everything you enjoy. There’s so much about you that has nothing to do with your sin, and if other people can’t see that, then they’re missing out.”

“I love you,” Asmo sobbed, tears starting up again. “I’ve never had someone who made me feel like this before, I don’t want to ruin it because of my stupid sin!”

“You’re not going to ruin anything,” you whispered into his ear. “I adore you, every part of you, including your sin.”

Asmo was starting to drip precum all over your hands now, so you reached back over to the nightstand and grabbed a tissue so you could keep the sheets clean for your post-orgasm cuddling session.

You had initially been worried about subduing your own arousal when faced with the pheromones and scent Asmo was putting out, but the sight of your mate crying, completely distraught, had killed any libido you may normally have had. You were sad that he was sad.

“I’m close, alpha. Bite me please, please mark me, don’t leave me,” he begged, wrapping his soft hands around your wrist as he did so.

You didn’t hesitate, sinking your teeth into his neck and renewing your mark. As you did, Asmo shuddered as his orgasm ran through him. It wasn’t huge, it wasn’t powerful. But it was enough.

You caught everything with the tissue and immediately threw it away, pulling up his pyjama trousers swiftly so you could put this behind you and coax Asmo to sleep as soon as possible.

“There, all done,” you reassured, peppering kisses around his fresh bite mark.

Asmo didn’t answer but he turned around in your embrace and snuggled in like he was trying to make himself seem as small as possible. You grabbed a fresh tissue and wiped away some of his tears, grateful that Asmo had the softest tissues money could buy on his nightstand.

“Thank you,” he whispered as he tangled his legs in yours again.

“Of course, beautiful,” you gently massaged the back of his head to try and relax him. “You’ve earnt a break. Get some sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Okay,” he said softly, pushing as close to your chest as he could. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, and I’m so proud of you. Sweet dreams.”

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

————

Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

—————

Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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