#but it’s temporary just cause bestie is

[lenniereadsalot]

*looking at the news areas I’m subscribed to*

Coworker, I know your brother lives in Kansas so I get that one but why Texas, Louisiana, North Carolina, and Israel too???

Me, debating how much I wanna tell her about my online presence: uhhhhhh

[xxplastic-cubexx]

charlies turn for the reference sheet beam

[softnonsensesoftmind]

i’m just gonna drop this and then scurry away like a rat

[rubyreverie]

at work thinking about my sims this is mental illness

[arolesbianism]

Mark meeting ded is just gonna be him going btw have you heard of the music producer 8ballin' 👉👈? And ae is just gonna sit there like I've been in every wrong place that you can imagine for the past half a decade you tell me

[minnie-movs]

"idc, you're still mine." pt. 2

synopsis. cuckolding with ex-husband!gojo gone wrong! ft. geto

content warnings. not proofread, f!reader, jealous gojo, cuckolding, oral f!receiving, munch!geto, voyeurism, gojo's kinda toxic, gojo jorks it while his bestie eats his girl out, satosugu kinda(?) i mean they're both in it, slight mentions of angst(?), creative liberty taken to depict gojo’s powers very non canon, uhhhh amateur writing and kind of rushed at the end, idk how to do warnings

a/n. hi there! this is my first post on here and i'm still figuring out the ropes, aesthetic- and writing-wise. wrote this a while ago as a pt. 2 to a dilf!gojo drabble of mine. i wasn't satisfied enough with pt. 1 to post it yet, but you won’t really need that context to read this. might post pt. 1 depending on how well this does or if anyone wants it. but i'm an amateur writer so this might be pretty bad, sowwy. apologies in advance for badly written smut :'(

huge thank you/credit to @screampied for the aesthetic inspo & tutorial and for inspiring my writing as well, luv their blog

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

If you were to tell Satoru Gojo that, one day, he’d somehow convince his ex-wife to let him watch while she fucked his best friend, he’d say, “Duh. Of course I did.”

Because Satoru Gojo is the smartest, most competent man on the planet. He knows what he wants and gets what he wants. Always.

Just a few hours ago, he and you, his ex-wife, had mutually decided to get back together. "Mutually" meaning Satoru had gotten on his hands and knees and begged for forgiveness for an hour and a half (plus the last three years) before you relented to a truce. A temporary truce from all the animosity and bitterness you held towards him, which was enough for him.

Your ex-husband then proceeded to make up for the last few years you weren't together by fucking the ever-loving shit out of you.

Sure, he came before he could get his sweats off and nearly did again when your breasts spilled out of that sinful red gown you were wearing, but he couldn't help it. He loves you so much, he's just so happy to have you back in his life. And so. fucking. HORNY.

And now that 1. he has his goddess of an ex-wife back with him and 2. she's agreed to fulfill a long-time fantasy of his with an ex-friend, whom he may or may not have also imagined fucking, Satoru feels like he's won the sex lottery or something.

Well, okay, you two weren't really back together, "temporary truce" or whatever, and you and his friend hadn't really agreed to the same thing--- you were under the impression that you and Satoru would fuck while Suguru watched, not Satoru watching and fucking his fist while Suguru was tongue-deep in your cunt. But details schmetails. Everybody was having a good time, right? Most of all, him--- the smartest man on the planet.

As he adjusted himself on his chair, he smirked. Satoru Gojo, the strongest *and* the smartest, he thought.

He sat on a ridiculously expensive velvet-lined chair, manspreading in front of his ridiculously expensive king-size four-poster, furiously fisting his cock, which if it had to be priced would also be, yup, ridiculously expensive. Oh, but the view... *that* was priceless. You, his darling ex-wife, with your pretty pussy on display, while his ex-best friend sat on his knees, lapping at your clit as he jerked his own cock.

Satoru couldn't be more rock hard. His dick was certifiably diamond as he ran his hand along his throbbing veins, his thumb teasingly rubbing his angry, red tip. Every buttery moan that slipped from his ex-wife's lips, every grunt and twitch of Suguru's hips caused another tiny splurt of precum to ooze from Satoru's cockhole. His cerulean eyes widened as he watched you reach for Suguru's long locks, pulling the brunette deeper into your pussy with a forceful tug and practically suffocating him.

The action made your ex-husband let out a weak groan.

Oh fuckkkk. And he thinks he just got harder.

Man, he knew he was genius for coming up with this. The smartest, indeed.

Suguru moaned into your pussy, lewd squelches emanating from below with each suckle and lick. "Fuck, you taste so good, angel..." One hand on his cock, the other held you down as you writhed under him, eliciting a dark chuckle from the long-haired sorcerer, "That's right, arch your back for me. Juuust like that. Good girl."

Your weak little pants of "Ah! Suguru!" and "More, Suguru!" only served to stroke his ego as he brought the hand that was on his cock to slap your ravaged clit intermittently.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Each little strike had you twitching and whining, much to his amusement. "Hah- God, you sound like such a slut. *suck* This selfish pussy's worse than you, *spit* wetter than a waterfall and so eager for cock. Mngh- Who knew an angel like you could be so. Thwack! fucking. Thwack! Nasty. THWACK! " He punctuated each word with a harsher smack to your poor, abused clit.

Suguru moved the hand holding you down to dip two long fingers into your sopping heat, scissoring them while he devoured you. "So wet on my tongue, so tight around my fingers." Every word sent you reeling as you danced on his tongue, his large hand ceasing its assault on your clit to cup the curve of your ass. His fingers delved deeper into your pussy, curving in a come-hither motion to massage against your spongy g-spot. You yelp, your fingers in his hair gripped painfully to keep yourself sane.

Fuck, Suguru *thinks* he could cum hands-free from just this.

And fuuuck, Satoru just might cum, no matter what the fuck you do.

He pushed himself and gripped his base to keep from shamefully splattering cum like some horny teen. Satoru Gojo will not be embarrassed like this. He will NOT cum for the fifth time in under an hour since this all started like a dog in heat. He will not embarrass himself in front of his ex-wife after he just got you back, not really. He's the strongest. He's the smartest! And he definitely has more endurance and stamina than this, please believe him.

So, he'll resort to making smartass comments because he's going to cum soon, no, he's not affected at all.

"Hngh-" he groaned, slowing his strokes on his dick, and chuckled breathily, "You've sure got a mouth on you, Suguru. You're usually so mmgh- formal and polite. One taste of my wife's pussy and you lose composure, my friend?"

"Ex-wife," you hissed back, mid-moan, "Temporary ngh- truce."

"Ex-friend," Suguru growled, his tongue pausing briefly. "You're still a fucking dick.

"And shut the fuck up," you two said in unison.

Satoru rolled his eyes as you two snapped at him. This genius suggestion was his anyway, everyone was gonna get an orgasm out of this because of him, and not a "thank you" to be heard. Hmph. How ungrateful.

Instead, he focused on Satoru Jr., his not-so-little friend. The white-maned sorcerer let one hand glide along his length, occasionally coming down to tease his balls, which were heavy and eager to spurt cum. He kept a torturous pace, despite needing to cum so fucking badly, and purposefully prolonged his orgasm, wanting to cum at the same time when you'd cum in Suguru's mouth.

You moaned, clit throbbing under Suguru's touch, "F-fuck! Right there!" Suguru's tongue worked faster to bring you to the edge, your juices painting his face, "Mnah- Yes, ma'am. Gonna slurp this pussy up so good, angel. Mmm- Just how you like."

Satoru looked on at the two of you, shutting the fuck up as ordered but his mind was as loud as ever.

Yeah, yeaaahhh. Suck on her pussy good, Suguru. Mmmh, yeah, kiss around her clit, just like that, she fuckin' loves that shit.

Your thighs started to shudder, signaling your impending orgasm. "Ah, S-Suguru! 'm c-close!" Suguru crooned back at you, "Yeah, angel? *suck* Gonna cum for me, *lick* sweet girl?"

S-shit, 'm close t-too. Can't f-fucking hold- ngh- any longer- fuck-

You nodded quickly, your body heating up as the coil in your stomach was pulled tight, "Ah- yes! F-feels so g-good! Ongh-"

Ah- she looks- fuck, so fucking hot, fuck fuck fuck!

A cocky grin painted Suguru's mouth as he started to maneuver himself up onto the bed, holding your thighs close to him so he could still lap at you, "Yeah? Ohhh Say my fucking name, angel.*spit* Who's making you feel this good? *SUCK* Who's gonna fuck you good tonight?"

Ngh, f-fuck- wait what-

His hand staggers.

Your mind was going fuzzy, focusing on only the pleasure as the words tumbled out of you, “Y-you are, Suguru! God, m-making me feel soooo gooood!”

Ah- wait, what did he just say-

Suguru growled, giving your clit a last nibble before letting his fingers take over, “I can’t believe I get to fuck your pretty pussy tonight. Thank you, angel.”

Wait- hold on- that’s not what we discuss- uh y-yellow- guys, yellow-

You mewled, your words devolving into nearly incoherent babbles at this point, “Mnh! Mmh! Yes, f-f-fuck me! Wan’ you- only you to f-fuck me-! F-finally!”

Finally? ok, the fuck- red- RED-

Suguru licked his lips clean of your slick and smirked, his digits working at your pulsing nub, “Who does this pussy belong to, huh? Whose is it? Fucking say it.”

Satoru’s unbelieving ears perked up at that, his hand now completely still on his leaking cock. The remnants of pleasure were present but were mere embers compared to the blaze from before. His eyes shot to you, nervously awaiting your response.

RED. RED. RED RED RED RED RED-

Mmh no- fuck- she fucking wouldn’t-

The thought was interrupted by your pleasure-drunk whine, “You, Suguru! My pussy belongs to you! Only you!”

Satoru’s face dropped, his blue eyes dangerously darkened as the muscles in his jaw clenched. Oh,

Hell.

Fucking.

NO.

Suguru was moving his cock towards your pussy, wanting to shove it in last moment, wanting you to cum just as he put it in.

Pearly tears lined your eyes that were rolling back into your head, your vision going white with pleasure.

There… there… nearly there… The white light got bigger… or was it blue? purple maybe? Closer… closer… right there and—

***BOOM!!!***

You felt a rush of wind as your orgasm was rudely ripped from you. Suddenly, your ex-husband’s penthouse suite felt a lot more breezier than you remembered.

Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before landing on a red-faced, heavily breathing Satoru. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his entire body tense and straight.

He had his thumb, index, and middle finger pointed outwards like he’d just…

Your eyes widened, head snapping to the source of the wind to see that the entire left wall of the bedroom was gone… and so was Suguru.

Your eyes snapped to your ex-husband as you sputtered, “Did you just Hollow Purple your best friend?!”

“Ex-best friend,” Satoru cleared his throat and cracked his neck, “And no, I just gave him a gentle nudge out the door.”

Your jaw tightened, “Out the window, you mean.”

“Same thing—“

“You could’ve leveled the city, you could’ve killed him—“

“It was hardly 10 percent and targeted, he can handle it and so can the city—“

“Satoru—“

“I’m sure he’s still flying… or falling, either one—“

“Satoru—“

“First, he dates my wife then tries to fuck her? Yeah, right—“

“Satoru—“

“Yeah, yeah, still ex-wife. I know-“

“SATORU-“

“FUCK, WHAT?”

“His clothes. You sent the man flying out the window, butt-naked.”

“…”

“And I’d do it again.”

You rolled your eyes hard, “You don’t get to say that- Seriously, what the hell? You asked him to come over!”

Ignoring your scolding, Satoru crawled onto the bed and buried his face in your chest. He let out a low whine, looking up at you from between your breasts like a pouting child would, “Your pussy belongs to me, right?”

You blinked, a groan of realization escaping you. Fucking hell, your ex-husband was such a damn baby. You huffed, reasonably upset that you didn’t get to cum, all because of your ex-husband’s jealousy over something he wanted in the first fucking place.

“Satoru Gojo, you’re the dumbest man on this planet.”

His lips curved into a smirk before he’s suddenly flipped you over on the bed. His hand landed on your ass with a resounding smack! and you felt him lining his cock at your entrance. Just as he was about to push in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Then let me hit you with that dumb dick.”

[aforeffective]

au that i came up with with the help of my bestie @cherrycolacowboy

okay so paul and darry are dating when the curtis parents die and darry has to break up with paul because he can’t deal with the grief and the custody battles AND a relationship. paul is devastated but he understands and try’s to support darry from afar without making things worse for either of them.

then the state tells darry that he was denied full custody of pony and soda by the state, due to the financial status of the family. they grant him temporary custody while they attempt to find a foster family for the boys, as they don’t have any boys homes in the area that have room.

paul finds out about this, whether through tulsa gossip trains or from darry himself, and becomes a foster parent (unrealistic but we’ll just say his dad has connections in the state that he used and threw some money towards them to get himself accepted as pony and soda’s new guardian)

it’s definitely a bit awkward at first. they aren’t allowed to continue living with darry so they have to move into paul’s house on the west side (paul has his own house in this au btw). and technically it makes paul their legal guardian and foster dad, but they all refuse to acknowledge that cause it’s awkward and paul is just more of a brother (/brother-in-law) figure to them.

paul gave darry a spare key to his house (and obviously pony and soda also got keys) so that he’s able to come and see them anytime since they can’t still live with him. paul also tells them they’re allowed to have the gang over if they want but it takes a while for the gang to actually want to go over there.

when darry first had to tell the rest of the gang like “yeah, i lost custody but my old buddy paul is helping me out and took them in for me” dally is immediately on edge. a soc? taking in greaser kids? just out of kindness? yeah no, he immediately goes to paul’s house and is banging on the door, yelling at paul for ‘kidnapping his brothers’ (there might also be a punch thrown) (but then he notices the fact that paul was willing to take the punch for soda and pony and how the two boys looked concerned for paul when dally barged in and punched him so he begrudgingly agrees to calm down)

also because its us, chetsoda is canon and also chet and paul brotherism is real so chet is so upset cause he's like uhhhh what do you mean my pseudo brother adopted my crush????

UPDATE: we decided we're calling it a helping hand au

[these-written-reveries]

Midnight Musings

‣ Pairing: Castiel x Reader (intended as romantic, but can potentially be viewed as platonic ?)

‣ Genre: Fluff, comfort

‣ Summary: A letter to you, from Castiel.

‣ Warnings: Vague reference to difficult times and poor mental/emotional wellbeing.

‣ Word Count: 671

‣ A/N: This was originally written on a whim for my bestie @jslittlebirdie, but I've decided to share it with the rest of the world as well. Perhaps other fellow Castiel lovers will appreciate what he has to say.

Y/N,

I can sense you are in need of some thoughtful reminders and perspective, as I know you’ve been going through a particularly difficult time recently that has caused you to slip into a state of jaded oblivion. It is my greatest hope that with the repetition of these words, woven into the letters I write for you while you sleep, that you will someday come to understand them to be true in the same way that I do.

Thoughts of you occupied my mind after you had drifted off to sleep tonight. I suppose that's not surprising news, as I'm always thinking of you, in some shape or form. 

This time, though, as I watched your delicate lashes flutter ever so softly in your slumber, and the way your lips remained slightly pouted while I smoothed a thumb over your furrowed brow—a reflection of the stress that haunts even your dreams of late, I was suddenly hit with a near-overwhelming wave of gratitude. I, Heaven's most abhorred angel—second only to Lucifer himself, am so immensely blessed by the opportunity of not just bearing witness to the beautiful soul and being that is you, but to truly see you, to know you, to love you, and be with you. How and why I've been so generously bestowed this blessing is beyond my realm of knowledge. I certainly don't deserve you—not after all that I've done, but I'm nonetheless grateful I'm here, experiencing every fleeting fluctuation of life by your side. 

You make me feel like all of this, all the bitterness of this world and life on Earth, is worth it. You've made me see that the harsh cruelty of existence is only outweighed by the beauty and love that lies all around and within us; some of it temporary, some everlasting. I see so much beauty and love in you, and it is one of many reasons I cherish you so dearly. 

You are a beacon of hope and solace in this world. I spend my days orbiting you like the planets do the Sun; observing you, admiring you, looking to you for the unspoken answers I've misguidedly sought in every other being, mission, and location before I finally met you. By merely existing as yourself, you answer my questions, soothe my existential woes. You help me see what really matters in this world, and that life truly is worth living, even when it seems so incredibly dismal and burdensome.

All I have to do is look to you, and I am at once reminded of how lucky I am to have a companion to trudge through the darkness with. You are my guiding light, and you are also my best friend. I strive every day to embody these roles for you, as well. I know in the deepest part of my being that as long as we have each other, we can get through anything. So keep holding on, keep fighting. If not for yourself, then for me.

Open your eyes to the beauty and love, big and small, all around and inside of you. It is always there, if you so choose to see it. Observe it, admire it, cherish it, hold onto it. That will be, what I can say with certitude, the crutch and guiding force that will get you through any dark times you may face. 

Remember, you'll always have me, whether it be physically by your side, or watching over you in spirit. I won't leave you alone, and my love for you will carry on far beyond your expiration.

In this vast, ever-changing universe, there remains a constant source of light, beauty, and love to anyone who is lucky enough to experience the magnificent soul that is you. What a blessing you are to this world. How much bleaker it would be without you. How truly lost and deficient I'd be without you. Even when you fail to see it, just know that I never will. 

I never will.

-Castiel

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[spacechip707]

Sweet Wishes

Summary: When MC presents him with the first birthday cake he’s had in decades, Xavier finds his emotional defenses wrecked.

A slight AU to the cake scene for Xavier’s bday event. Fluff and sugar ahead. 

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A/N: Xavier’s bday week isn’t over yet!! So please enjoy this quick little Love and Deepspace AU fic because I wanted him to cry at some point during the event. 

Dedicating this little fic to my twin and bestie @my-soul-sings as a thank you for resurrecting me out of the writer’s block grave <3 

Also available to read here on Ao3! 

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It’s the cake that destroys him. 

Out of the countless Wanderers and battles he’d faced, out of all the failed attempts to find her, the pain he’d felt then had only fueled him to press forward. To what?

He hadn’t known. 

Even when this girl appeared in the no hunt zone like an angel from his dreams, he knew it wasn’t her. So he refused to allow himself to feel anything more than a quiet fondness.

For decades, he’d kept distant from most people. They were temporary factors in his existence, doomed to disappear or fall away with the turn of a new generation.

But MC…

There was no magnanimous event that caused the shift within him. Rather, her little gestures gradually whittled away at his centuries-old shield without his knowing.

It was the mundane afternoon calls, asking what he ate or wondering if he’d like to join her for a walk. The glimmer in her eyes when they played cards was another contributor, a tell-tale sign of her good-hand. When Xavier felt especially generous, he’d let her win just to hear her laugh, even at his expense. 

Maybe worst of all were the random encounters—at the store, on the bus, while hunting. Her face would visibly brighten to the point Xavier often debated if he’d subconsciously manipulated his own Evol just to emphasize her wonder. It was as if seeing him were the highlight of her entire life.

All of it deconstructed his defenses, culminating to this single point in time. The final blow. 

“Wh-what’s this?” he stammers out when she retrieves a lighter from her pocket. 

She stares at him with feign disbelief. “You’re not so old that you don’t know what a candle on cake is, right?” 

He never disclosed his age, and he is old, so he could certainly play into that. 

But he can’t manage it, even as a joke. His chest is tightening too quickly as she lowers the flame onto the wick. The last time he’d had a cake in front of him…a candle…she was there too. Well, not her, but…

“Happy Birthday to you,” she begins to sing slightly off key with a synchronized tap of her fingers. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Xav…” 

His unfinished name drifts into the air as she catches a glimpse of his face in the moonlight. Her eyes widen in panic. He’s confused until he finally gets a grip on his present reality and notices the purple and white fondant blurring together in his vision. 

“Are you—are you crying?” she says before hurriedly grappling at some nearby napkins. 

As if the acknowledgment breaks an internal dam, tears begin to spill freely onto his cheeks. He makes no effort to stop them, mostly because he’s stupefied by their existence. A breathy laugh catches in his throat when MC dabs a napkin against his now damp face.

“It’s not that…” he tries before his voice wavers. His face heats with MC’s concern anchored upon him, the soaked cloth clenched in her fists. “I’m sorry—you can finish singing.” 

Her eyes search his in an agonizing stretch of vulnerable silence. She’s young, and unlike him, memories of years past…lives past…don’t dim the sparkle in them. 

“I hear a lot of people get the birthday blues,” she says quietly, her hand lifting to gently rest atop his head. “It’s normal to feel like time is going too fast or that you’re behind.”

The irony of the statement slams into him, and more moisture accumulates at the edges of his lashes. Time was often the source of his loneliness, but not in the way she was thinking. 

Alarm flashes across her features again as she swipes another tissue against his face. “Ah! Sorry, I’m so bad at this,” she says, stepping closer. 

His hands catch her wrists, stopping her frantic ministrations midway. “MC,” he says, another breath of laughter escaping him at the sight of her distress on his account. “I’m not sad, I promise.” 

The pang in his chest is painful, but it’s tenderness, not melancholy, that causes the sensation. 

“But— “ she begins before her shoulders deflate. “I didn’t want to make you cry.”

It’s almost said as an apology—an unnecessary one. Xavier had grown more indifferent about his birthday with every passing year. It wasn’t until MC insisted they did something other than read a book did he realize how her strains of affection had wriggled their way into his head. 

For the first time in years, he was enjoying this day. Not that he wanted to celebrate himself…rather, he wanted to celebrate with her. 

The chair creaks against the cement as he stands, his hands still clutching hers. With a light tug, she loses her balance and staggers forward into his chest. He envelops her in his arms, savoring her touch when she relaxes into his embrace. 

“I’m grateful,” he says after a long moment, her hair soft against his face. “That was all.”

It’s insufficient for what he’s actually feeling. A memory tugs at the back of his mind, and even if it’s far off, he remembers it vividly. 

It invokes the smell of vanilla and flowers, the comfortable heat of the mellow sun on his cheeks, and an inexplicable warmth that blossoms from his chest. 

His gaze sweeps over his current surroundings, littered with the little details she’d prepared these last few days, and he’s aware of the direct contrasts. 

Chocolate instead of vanilla. Paper lantern stars among the potted flowers. The moon instead of the sun beaming down on them. 

However, that warmth is very much the same. 

Thank you for letting me relive it, he thinks, unable to articulate his gratitude aloud.

She loosens herself from his hold just enough to look up at him. Her focus flickers to his lips, and his usually slow heartbeat quickens in response. 

She presses onto her tiptoes to brush her nose against his. “Happy Birthday, Xavier,” she finishes, barely above a whisper.

Allowing his eyelids to flutter shut, he relishes in the splendor of the next few seconds. Her closeness and the brush of her fingers against the nape of his neck leave him chasing his next breath. 

But before Xavier can close the meer centimeters left, the saccharine scent around them turns acrid. 

His eyes snap open to meet MC’s own stunned expression.

“The candle!” she gasps as they both whirl towards the forgotten cake. A pool of wax bubbles at the center and only a small stub of wick remains lit. 

MC shoves him haphazardly back into his seat, tapping his shoulder wildly. “Just hurry and make a wish!”

Xavier’s mind draws a blank as he finds himself facing the cake once more. With all the years he’d lived, he should have a long list of desires, and yet in this very moment, his heart is full. 

Still, he squeezes his eyes shut and blows out sharply. The weak flame vanishes into a thin trail of smoke. 

MC softly claps her hands together before coming around the table. Xavier leans forward to observe the details of the cake now that tears weren’t obscuring his vision. Purple streaks swirl through the white cream, and the delicate gold dust scattered throughout reflects the glittering constellations overhead. 

“Did you make it yourself?” he asks, though the answer is obvious by the half-squished fondant star in the corner. 

MC nods proudly. Her confidence only wanes when her eyes fall on the puddle of half-dried wax cratering the icing in the center. A defeated sigh drifts from her lips. “Xavier, I think baked goods tremble when they see you—and you didn’t even make this one.” 

“Maybe I’m a legendary monster in their world,” he says seriously, pleased by the soft chuckle he elicits from the girl. His attention flicks to her briefly before returning to her diligent fingers extracting the wax. “It’s pretty either way.” 

MC hums in disagreement. “The icing on top made it prettier.”

With a small spoon, she swipes a lump of sugary fluff from one of the corners and pops it in her mouth. “It still tastes good though—so that’s all that matters.”

A remnant of the white icing is smudged against the edge of her mouth, but Xavier says nothing, electing to commit the image to memory instead. 

Still oblivious to her appearance, she collects another scoop from a different side and extends it out to him. “Want to taste it?” 

Xavier’s lips lift in a small smile as his gaze trails from her hand up to her face. Those tendrils of affection are winding inside of his chest again, only tightening their hold at the brilliant luster reflected in her eyes. 

She was looking at him like that again, her entire countenance brightening as she waited expectantly. He was accustomed to being a loner—a shadow passing through the crowd before disappearing into a flash of light. 

But now, she was aware of him. More than that, she was anticipating his reaction, his thoughts, his feelings—and not just because it was his birthday. 

It was…overwhelming. 

Unable to stop himself, Xavier rises to his feet, not quite sure what he wants to do or say. However, when he peers down at her again, his body acts before his mind can catch up. 

Swooping forward, he catches her mouth with his own. 

Immediately, he is bombarded with her intense sweetness. 

She tastes like sugar and stars and lavender—as if all the promises she’d adorned on him that day lingered on her lips, reaffirming her vows even as she melts into him. 

At her returned fervor, his smile unfurls the kiss, a result of his physical inability to contain his bliss any longer. 

“It’s very sweet,” he murmurs into the meager space  between them. His thumb traces the outline of her jaw and brushes away the little bit of icing he hadn’t caught. 

When he meets her gaze again, her countenance is radiating with fondness just as it had at the fountain. 

“Do you want to know what I wished before?” he says, suddenly feeling flustered by her rapt attention. 

Her expression contorts into stern frown. She steps back, though she can’t go far with his hands greedily holding their grip at her waist. “No! If you tell me, it won’t come true.”

Xavier hums thoughtfully, bumping her nose with his own. “Then can I tell you what I didn’t wish for?”

She falters a moment before pursing her lips. It’s obvious her curiosity is winning over her superstition. “I guess that’s alright.” 

A chuckle scrapes past Xavier’s throat, but he schools his giddiness, clasping his hands together over the small of her back. 

“I didn’t wish not to revisit the sea of flowers with you next year,” he says. “And I didnt wish not to watch a real meteor shower with you. And I desperately did not wish not to spend every birthday I have left in time with you.” 

A soft pink dusts her cheeks, growing deeper with every “not wish”. Her hands cup his face and she gives him several tight squishes—as she tends to do often. 

“Don’t tell me you wasted your wish on that,” she says, her voice noticeably strained. “I promised you those things, so I’ll make sure it happens.” 

“A wish on you is never wasted,” Xavier returns, pulling from her hold lest she assault him further. “Besides, those are my true feelings, and really…it’s all I want.” 

MC releases his face to wrap her arms around his neck once more. “That’s all you want?” She raises a brow. “Even more than those ugly pictures of me back?” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“They’re not ugly,” he insists, though he grows solemn at the smirk that pulls at her mouth. “But I do want those back.”

“It would be a shame if they got lost.”

“I won’t let you borrow anything again,” he threatens knowing full well he’d lend her his very life source if she asked. 

Her shoulders shake in a fit of giggles before she rests her head against his chest. Though there’s no music, they begin to sway to a melody only their tied souls seem to hear. 

“Fine. Think of it as your second to last birthday gift,” she murmurs after awhile. 

“I think you’ve showered me with enough today,” he says. “Though…why second to last?”

MC lifts her head as they slow to a stop, her expression more somber and sincere. “I’m cashing in my wish early,” she explains, her fingers fiddling with the lapel of his blazer. “For the meteor shower we’ll see in the future.”

“And what’s that?” Xavier pauses. “I mean…what’s your not-wish?”

Her lips quirk upwards at the joke before she lets out an unsteady breath. Her eyes lift to his, drenching him with her fierce conviction. “I wish you all the happiness in the world, Xavier. And not just in this one. Every world out there…every planet, every universe—I wish you happiness in each one.”

His throat is constricting again, and maybe a few more tears leak from his barely dried eyes, but it’s okay. With all the smiling and laughter throughout the day, a few bouts of crying was justified. 

However, it seemed that MC’s wish would be granted early.

Because as they sit under the stars and eat sugary cake—and even as they pull pieces of wax from their mouths with heady laughter—Xavier feels his chest fill with the warmth of the sun. 

Whether this would be his last birthday or the first of many more celebrations, he would hold fast to this memory with everything inside of him.

Because in this exact moment in time and space, he was blissfully happy.

[lovebvni]

Shifting Timeframe? Pick A Pile

Welcome back to my bi-weekly pick a piles!! I was compelled by spirit to do a timeframe of when you will probably shift. Remember, general reading and YOU have the POWER to change it.

Also I've been seeing 325 a lot  - 3/25 is actually my birthday SOOO if anyone knows what that means please tell me!

Everything comes with a grain of salt, I will also have a shufflemancy going on in the background.

So, take a deep breath in...

Now out...

What emoji is your third eye telling you to pick?

🥚|🍭|🍬|🍶

pile 1 -- egg

A Month and a half, your day to shine.

Cards: Strength reversed, The Tower, Temperance, Knight of Cups

BESTIE OMG UR SO CLOSE TO SHIFTING WTF IM SO PROUD OF YOU, I KNOW ITS BEEN HARD BECAUSE OF THE TOWER CARD BUT I KNOW YOU'RE PUSHING THROUGH! You may feel vulnerable in some way, like you're not good enough? You are! You are the universe, you are the most powerful being EVER!! You should also take a quick 1-2 day break from shifting - this will also help you shifthere will also be someone coming in *possibly a friend, witch, or spiritual person* helping you out on this journey - they might be the one to give that final push.

Possible Personality Traits: Loving, giving, annoying {To yourself}, confident {On the outside}

Shufflemancy :

"Don't be afraid of heights 'cause we flyin'" - Rebels Call Me Karizma

"The time is upon you to show them what you can do and soon they will know that the day has COMEEE" - The Day - From Boku no Hero Academia, NateWantsToBattle

"I'm a little faded" - Slumber Party - Ashnikko

"It's exactly the same, they say 'why do you dress that way?' 'why do you act that way?' 'why aren't you just like me?" - Fire Drill - Melanie Martinez

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: 777, 666, Christmas, Bakugou, short tempered, Denki, Shinsou, shy, "You've got a friend in me", "Movie night!!", "Get in loser, we're going to the mall", "So you're obsessed?" Capricorn, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Taurus.

pile 2 -- lollipop

Within the next 48 hours, your dreams will come true.

(2 days to a week, actually)

Cards : 9 of Pentacles reversed, King of Pentacles reversed, 3 of Wands, The Fool reversed

OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW LONG HAVE YALL BEEN SHIFTING I FEEL LIKE UR JUST A VERY SPIRITUAL PERSON!! But I feel like to get to that point you have to be less dependent on the things outside around you, and more on yourself. YOU'RE the one who can shift, the signs mean NOTHING if you don't take action. Do you abuse your power to shift in one way or another? Like start denying it exists JUST so The Universe will let you shift? Approach shifting like a timid animal in your backyard that's hurt. But yes, you definitely are shifting within the week. Your child-like wonder inspires me btw 

but keep your hopes up, you need more faith and hope that you will shift!

Possible Personality Traits: Softie on the inside, kind of shy?, risk taker, lover of music, goofy

Shufflemancy:

"Stupid boy think that I need him, I go cold like change the seasons, I go red hot like a demon, I go ghost for no damn reason, stupid boy think that I need him, stupid boy think that I need him." - Stupid - Ashinikko

"I'm not your friend, or anything damn, you think that you're the man, I think therefore I am" - Therefore I am - Billie Eilish

"You've got troubles, I've got em too, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." - You've Got A Friend In Me - Cavetown

"We bark alot" - GOODMORNINGTOKYO! - TOKYO'S REVENGE

"We can fill it up with grass and all the things that make it warm. When you leave to go fly across the sea, I'll be waiting here with Junior and the flowers that we've grown." - Things That Make It Warm - Cavetown

"We might hotwire this old car to drive" - Everything Is Temporary (Sticks and Stones) - Cavetown

"Look like I'm going for a swim" - Chun-Li Nicki Minaj

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more:  Denki Kaminari, "I'm failing all my classes omg", 444, "Hey, a frown won't get you anywhere - SMILE MORE!", calming music, study sessions, sexually active, dirty-minded, lack of physical affection, "Rough around the edges", Cavetown, Air Signs, any dominant sign tbh, "Have high hopes but low expectation", UA traitor, villian

pile 3 -- candy

44 Days, but It feels like years.

TW: DRUGS, SMOKING, ETC.

Cards : 8 of Pentacles, King of Cups reversed, 6 of Cups, The Hierophant

If you've read any of my other tarot readings you KNOWWW the hierophant makes me feel like I'm being choked, but before you shift you're going to realize something new, something new will come to you I suppose? So it will be a new beginning, then shift, it will probably be a new hobby or a job you like. And, like pile one, you will get good advice from a friend. I know some of you guys are like 'im not attracted to people in this reality' but you might be soon?? it's probably someone you knew in your past life or something. It may just be a friendship though. But the hierophant is just emphasizing what I just said, a good friend is going to give you advice.

Possible Personality Traits: ignored, quiet, lonely, friendly, smart, emotional

Shufflemancy:

"The worlds a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes." - Ilomilo - Billie Eilish

"Maybe I'm too emotional, or maybe you never cared at alllll" - Good 4 U - Olivia Rodrigo

"I don't smoke, I just like how it smells" - Cigaratte Ahegao - Penelope Scott

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: Senpai/teacher, "You sure do cry a lot.", "You shouldn't care so much", watching youtube, hbu?, ignorant accidently, 666, 999, 69, st0ner, dr!nking, first time

pile 4 -- drink

Anywhere from to day to the 29th of this month

Cards : Queen of Wands, The Lovers, Judgement, Page of Cups

CLEARLY YOU'RE SHIFTING FOR SOMEONE WITH THE LOVERS CARD COMING OUT I MEAN SAME BESTIE, you don't know when you will shift, and you def look to higher spirits. Try some shadow work - your inner child needs healing. The universe sees you and how much you have bene struggling and working towards this, and it thanks you deeply. Your hard work is going to pay off soon!

Possible Personality Traits: Disappointed often, violent, gay, dramatic ASF, popular, two face, probably on medication, has been hurt physically, emotionally, or some other way

Shufflemancy :

"She moves on pretty BLOODY QUICK" - Your New Boyfriend - Wilber Soot

Literally any MHA song

"Baby hotline, please hold me close to you!" - Baby Hotline - Jack Stauber

"She said you were a hero, you played the part. But you ruined her in a year, don't act like it was hard. And you swear you didn't know,  I wonder why you didn't ask, she was sleeping in your clothes, but now she's got to get to class." - Your Power - Billie Eilish

I hope this pick - a pile resognated! I've been going through a lot this week and I don't know if my accuracy may have failed bc of the stress I'm experiencing but I'm so glad like NOBODY is shifting in a year+( like 2023) bc I know you all work SO HARD to shift.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello Miss Raven!!!

So you know some fanfics about Yuu/MC getting kidnapped by RSA cause they think that "They are too good for NRC"? Well do you think they ever tried to convince Silver to leave NRC? Because he literally has the qualifications to be a little Disney princess/princess(being that hes inspired by Aurora)

I don't know, RSA doesn't really seem like the type to kidnap or poach people for their school...? (Unless you were being completely hyperbolic when you used the term "kidnap" www) If Yuu were to go to RSA at all, I picture it more as being more of a temporary exchange student program or an offer extended to them by Ambrose the 63rd. I feel that we see this idea a lot in fandom works because we are curious about the RSA boys and/or want Yuu to go here and to help solve their issues too.

I personally love seeing RSA!AUs (both art and writing) for the various TWST characters, but I don't think this will actually be done in canon. If we're specifically talking about Silver, I don't think he has a current desire to leave (and nor would he be tempted to), especially since his Diasomnia family is at NRC. Additionally, while he may be princess-like, Silver also has qualities which are trademarks of NRC. For example, he is shown to be competitive with Sebek in matters of knightly duties and has difficulties with expressing himself to others. He's not really what I'd describe as spoiled or prissy either (derogatory descriptions given to describe the RSA kids), he can get quite serious and willing to fight when it comes to the safety of the people he cares about. Yes, he talks about wanting everyone to get along but that makes sense as a part of his character on account of how he was raised (while the RSA students are presented as inherently trusting). Silver may be more agreeable than your average NRC kid, but he's still got some of that school's spirit in him. He's definitely a part of Night Raven College's community.

While Silver may not be everyone's bestie, I don't see them finding him off-putting enough to want him to go somewhere else. Even if his peers saw him in a positive light, they wouldn’t think he’s “too good” for NRC—not when NRC kids think they’re better than RSA. They don’t see RSA as “better”, and nor would the generally prideful students of NRC confess they think anyone is “better” than themselves, Silver or otherwise.

I also just disagree entirely with the notion that "good" people go to RSA and "bad" people go to NRC. We may view it that way on a metatextual level (as players who are familiar with Disney villains), but it definitely isn't presented that way in-universe. (Why would Kalim, Rook, and Silver be attending NRC if only "bad" people attend?) RSA and NRC both just happen to be prestigious magical schools and rivals, and nothing more than that. Judging people by the labels of "good" and "bad" by themselves are also blanket terms which ignore nuance. Just because a character does something good or is generally well-behaved doesn't necessarily make them "good", and nor does doing something bad or being ill-mannered necessarily make them "bad". That's one of the major themes of Twisted Wonderland, getting us to see the "good" in "bad" people. I'm sure that if we delved into RSA's population, we'd also find that the perfect presenting students aren't so perfect after all.

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Day 9: Festive Lights: Mikitaka

Hey this was made for @spaceyxcowboy, enjoy the gift bestie because I know how much you love Miki. I know we don't talk much but hey I appreciate you.

TW: Being held hostage, held down, Mikitaka is a bit creepy

Humming a Christmas tune that is by Cariah Merry you spin around merrily opening the dusty boxes from the storage closet. Yes, it's that time of year to celebrate the winter season once more. You needed to bring some cheer to the outpost you were cooped up in.

Yes, being a park ranger was your dream, but you would love to be able to see your loved ones around the holidays. Unfortunately, you were the youngest member of the squad so everyone else had more authority over their vacation days. With the Christmas season comes many forest fires due to some idiot trying to stay warm.

You tried not to let any resentment seep into your bones as you string the old colorful bulbs around the outpost and your temporary home. Moriocho National Park was beautiful during winter with the evergreens creating an emerald carpet for your bird's eye view.

You cheer as the lights you found shine dully with vibrant reds and greens. Maybe your holiday won't be so shitty after all, you think as you pour yourself another cup of instant coffee. Now to sit back and relax.

As you sit watching over the forest you start to feel a bit sleepy. This coffee really is crap because you find yourself dozing off warm and cozy in your tower. Oh well might as well catch some zs.

You are awoken with a start as a loud crash followed by tremors that shake you tower causing your lukewarm coffee to spill all over your uniform. Gross you'll probably never get that out, however there were bigger fish to fry. Outside your outpost north of where you were an eerie blue glow shone bright enough for you to see it from where you were.

You don your ranger jacket and grab your first aid kit, flashlight, and a hunting knife. You'd be back before nightfall, but you'd make sure to bring these things in case things go south. You climb down the tower and walk into the deciduous forest; this shouldn't be too bad probably some lost campers.

Approaching the spot of the glowing you hear a humming noise that sounded... out of this world. Just what was on the other side of this trees? Pushing forward you were shocked to see a ship? UFO? What on Earth was this aircraft? You jump when you hear a hissing noise and see the front door of the craft open to reveal...a blonde man?

The man in question was very human looking but at the same time not, he had long blond hair and green eyes but also had pointed ears and his eyes glowed unnaturally in the fading daylight. The man surveys the forest around him before. When he spots you, he smiles. "Greetings inhabitant, could you tell me what planet we are on?" Okay this is very weird. You look at the man and his ship and narrow your eyes out of suspicion.

"You're on Earth and you happened to have crash landed in Moriocho National Park." You feel for your knife in case things go south he may have a ray gun, but you still would try. The alien walks out of the ship and stares at the damage. "This damage to my ship will take some time to repair, does Earth have psychronium plates?" What? "No never heard of those, you'll have to find something else to substitute." The alien deflated a bit at your words causing you to soften. You were a park ranger and park rangers help people, even people from out of this world. You place a gentle hand on the blond man's arm.

"Hey, you can come to the watch tower, maybe I could find somethings that might help you." The alien man's phosphorescent eyes glowed even brighter as his long blond locks floated for a second. "Thank you, earthling, you are very kind. Please take me to this 'watch tower'." Oh boy you don't get paid enough for this.

"I'm (y/n) and you are...?" The blond floats over to you and smiles. "My people call me Nu Mikitakazo Nshi." Yeah, you weren't remembering that. "I'll call you Mikitaka, that okay with you?" Mikitaka looks away before looking back at you. "Of course."

You return to the inside of your rusty rundown tower (government really likes to pinch its pennies) sighing as you see the coffee stain and shattered coffee mug on the ground. While you see a list of things to do, Mikitaka is in awe of how simple yet unknown everything was for him. The faint glow of the barely functioning Christmas lights is dimmer compared to the bright shine of Miki's bright grin eyes.

"It's not much but you're free to look around." you sheepishly stare at your shoes, embarrassed to show such a sophisticated technologically advanced person your crappy temporary home. Mikitaka hums and nods as he searches through your things until he finds a picture frame.

"(y/n) who are these people surrounding you?" The blond man asks eyes shining with a desire of knowledge. You walk over a peer at the photo before giving a bittersweet smile. "Oh, those people are my family. My parents and our dog Iggy." You laugh thinking about how angry that dog was to have to wear that ugly sweater. Mikitaka tilts his head at your expression and response. "Do these people make you happy?"

Your eyes mist over with a solemn sense of loss, it just feels like you never talk to your parents anymore. You couldn't even get bars of reception to wish them a merry Christmas. "Yes, I love them a lot, I really wanted to see them." Mikitaka looked more confused as looks back at the photo of the happy family. "Are your loved ones deceased?" You wave your hands frantically. "No, NO, my job just prevents me from spending time with them at the moment." You think about Mikitaka's presence which was a much-wanted reprieve from the gnawing loneliness.

"Besides I have you to keep me company during Christmas and that's plenty." Mikitaka studies your face before nodding. "I do not know what this Christmas is, but I enjoy your company as well." You grin happy to make a new friend.

The familiar hiss of the portable kettle as your heated water was ready for the feast you have prepared. Two cups of (favorite flavor) instant ramen for you and your new intergalactic buddy. What better way to introduce an alien to Earth cuisine than instant noodles. Opening the ramen pouring the flavor packets and hot water stirring till you had two steaming adequate dinners.

"Here you go Miki, I give you one instant ramen, the highest of Earth cuisine." Handing him the styrofoam cup as you dig into yours with (chopsticks/fork). Mikitaka smiles before staring at the noodles. He then proceeds to take a bite of the styrofoam allows the very hot water to flow onto his hands. "It seems impractical to eat something like this." You stare in disbelief as he continues eating the entirety of what you gave him (including the styrofoam). The two of you eat in silence for a while before Mikitaka speaks up.

"(y/n) you called me Mikitaka and then you called me Miki, is that an Earth custom I'm unaware of?" You snort as Mikitaka looks confused at you. Do they not have nicknames on his planet? What a sad life they must live. "Oh well Miki is a nickname; humans like to use them with friends and loved ones." You explain patiently as the blond absorbs the information, unsettling green eyes never once leaving your form.

"I see you hold affection for me, and you shorten the name. May I call you (clumsy shortened version of your name)?" You burst out laughing causing a noodle to fly out of your nose, which only made you laugh harder. Mikitaka stays completely silent enjoying the joyous noise you were producing; he didn't know why you were doing this, but he wished he could do it again.

"You're not half bad Miki."

"You are the greatest human being I have ever known."

He proved to be very blunt with complementing you. You two chat and you laugh at how adorably clueless Mikitaka was, this holiday has proved to be better than you imagined. You let out a yawn feeling Hypnos call out to you. "Well Miki I'm going to hit the hay; would you like some blankets?" Miki tilts his head confused at your figure of speech. Perhaps it was a weird Earth tradition to do before sleep. Your form sparkles under the dull lights which made you the most interesting thing in the room.

His organ that pumps blood throughout his body began to beat much faster than regular. Oh my, was he experiencing illness his people never got sick! However, this feeling wasn't bad, in fact it was the best Mikitaka had felt in a while. When you left the room, the feeling went with you making Mikitaka reach out his hand. He wanted to still be around you, yet he stood in the middle of the room watching you fall asleep in your cot.

Two glowing green eyes watch you sleep every curve of your body interested the alien. He never thought he would have a mate of another species but the way you looked so peaceful made his heart palpitate again. Running a smooth hand over your arm he shivered at the softness of your exposed hand. You shiver as his hand makes contact with you.

Oh, his mate was cold, that wasn't good, he would provide you more warmth in order to prove his worth to you. Turning into the blue goo his simple form was he covered your body and began steadily radiating heat. You sigh with pleasure as you drift further to sleep. The alien felt bliss of covering your whole skin, his blue form shining under the dim Christmas lights. Which shifted to a weird bright aqua color.

Mikitaka knows he'll extend his stay for quite a while until he can find a way to convince you to come with him. After all you are the light of his world.

Hope everyone enjoys especially you @spaceyxcowboy

[gilbirda]

Reviewing old docs of mine, I saw a summary of a big prompt from a Jazz/Jason fic I had. I don't remember if it was mine or I copied from you to write later as insp (one day I'm going to post a fic, I swear) but forgot to link the post.

The thing is I didn't find it here, but I could swear I read it here.... So, here I copy of the post? (and sorry if I'm just bad searching if you already had it):

Danny is the rightful Ghost King, but since he's not of age he needs a regent who is a) his species, b) his family, and c) an adult. The only adult haftas are Vlad or this Red Hood guy from Gotham that he's never heard of. Since Vlad is not going to happen looks like it's Red Hood, now how to make the guy count as family...

Jason has had a lot of weird shit happen to him over the years but a woman tracking him down as Red Hood to propose a temporary political marriage so he can be regent of a death dimension until her brother is old enough to rule in his own name is a new one for him. Of course he accepted. The only other option was apparently a creepy uncle figure. He's read enough romance to know a forced marriage of a woman to her creepy uncle never ends well. A forced marriage of a woman to a crime lord doesn't usually end much better, but he's ignoring that for now. He's going to woo and romance his spit fire of a wife with respect, spontaneous poetry, his damn good cooking, and by not being a Darcy. And he is going to rock not just this whole regent thing, but also and more importantly the mentoring her brother and his new ward on how to rule this dimension. Competence is always attractive. He runs a tight ship in his crime empire, surely running a dimension can't be that much harder.

He actually already has a plan on how he's going to handle the whole 'The USA declared war on the dimension he's regent of' thing. It's simple really he goes to the next family dinner and causes chaos. The faces everyone will make will be glorious when he drops that he's lord regent of a dimension, the USA is at war with his dimension, and it's such a shame that no one can meet Jason's wife or ward till there is a peace treaty. Then he just needs to sit back and watch the entertainment as his siblings realize he has forever won the position of favorite child by being the first married and first to give Bruce a grandkid. Also you know the chaos of Bruce willing to wage a one man war if necessary so he can meet his grandson. Jason figures it will take at most a month for the government to cave.

And like a cherry on top he's going to get on a medical treatment plan for the pit. Everything is looking great for him.

Bestie don't worry I found it for you!

It's a submission to my blog!

Also... this is VERY embarrassing for me to admit but, I still have an ask from you with a fic idea and it's been gathering dust in my inbox.

I'm so sorry.

I'll post it and all the different fic ideas people has sent me. They need to be free and I thought I could add something but honestly I haven't been so hot for a long minute.

I'll try to be better about my inbox!

[musclesandhammering]

On Mcu!Wanda: I don’t have to argue cause I already know what her stans are gonna say 🙄

🔺She never hurt anyone on purpose!

Ignoring how she was literally a serial killer in MoM, she willingly agreed to work with a nazi organisation, she mind-r*ped all the Avengers in AoU, she was fine with helping Ultron murder the Avengers and only changed her mind when she realised he was gonna murder ALL humans (including her), she intentionally unleashed the Hulk on a town full of innocent people, she beat the shit out of Vision just so she could get out of house arrest for a legitimate crime she committed, she attacked Team Tony also to keep from going back to her temporary time-out in a giant comfy mansion, she held an entire town hostage and then tortured them when they begged to be let go, she attacked the people who were trying to help those hostages, and then she trapped another witch in an eternal sitcom just cause she was trying to get her to free said hostages. And that’s just what I can think of off the top of my head.

🔺Well, look what she’s been through! She’s lost more than anyone!

Literally every other hero in the mcu has lost someone. Most of them have lost more than her, in fact. Rocket lost his entire found family, Steve lost his entire life in the 40s (including his girlfriend, friends, teammates), Drax lost his whole family, Quill lost his mom and his life on earth, Gamora and Nebula lost their families and their worlds and their autonomy, Thor lost his entire realm, his entire family, his friends, his shield mates, and his eye……. And none of them went torturing homicidal psycho like she did.

🔺The writers for MoM butchered her character- she was never that selfish before. So the stuff she did in this movie shouldn’t be considered canon.

Ok, bestie. I hate Mike Waldron too. But here’s the thing.. all the way back in AoU she was indirectly mass murdering innocent people just to satisfy her thirst for revenge. In Civil War, when everyone else was fighting for their moral convictions, she was fighting to avoid an extremely lenient punishment for a crime she did, in fact, commit. In WV, she held an entire innocent town hostage- and I know she didn’t so it on purpose, but when she found out what was going on, she didn’t stop. She kept holding them hostage, tortured them, and said they should be grateful. And then she broke down because eVerYOne’S mAD at MeEeE!! She read the Darkhold even though she knew it was a shit idea. In MoM, she went on a multiversal murder spree, tortured a child, ruined an alt version of herself’s life, and was gonna steal the child’s powers to have for herself. Selfishness is a CORE aspect of her personality.

🔺Well, it was just the Darkhold corrupting her! She was basically possessed! You can’t hold her actions in MoM against her!

I can and I will! You know why? Cause she knew damn well the Darkhold would corrupt her if she read it, and she did it anyway. Like if you murder someone when you’re drunk, it’s true that that’s not how you usually are. But if you’re aware that you go into homicidal rages when you drink, and you choose to get hammered anyway, and then you kill a couple people…… 🤷‍♀️.

🔺All that aside, she had some feminist moments in MoM, we staaaaan a queen!

Where? I saw a few pseudo-feminist moments (you know, the ones the mcu specialises in). If you’re talking about her “You break the rules and become a hero, I do it and become an enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.” line, she’s not calling out the patriarchy there. She’s well into being corrupted by the book and that line is to show that her perception of reality has already been altered. Because, you know…. Stephen broke the rules to help a kid and then he tried to fix it. She broke the rules to get back the kids she never really had in the first place, and killed a bunch of people to do it. If you’re talking about the “Those kids aren’t real, you made them out of magic. Isn’t that what all mothers do?” line, then that’s also not an empowering pro-motherhood quote. That’s her being delusional again because she doesn’t realise that her kids weren’t real and she wasn’t being a real mother to them and real motherhood requires a lot MORE than magic.

🔺Character aside, she’s a complete badass! She can do literally anything with her chaos magic! She was beating Thanos by herself! She took out all of Kamar-Taj and The Illuminati alone! She was made to rule the multiverse!

*sigh* sure ok. Not really but whatever. Most of what she did in MoM was stuff she got from the Darkhold, and Doctor Strange repeated several of the more impressive spells she did later in the same movie. And even though, pre-Darkhold, she’s definitely pretty powerful, it annoys the hell out of me how a bunch of magic-y movies (The Craft, hello???) have this trope where some newbie stereotypically pretty young white girl just suddenly has powers that are strong af and dominates all the other sorcerers who have been practicing for literal decades/centuries. It’s such lazy writing and the “the attractive boring mainstream character will always triumph over the othered characters no matter how undeserving they are” through-line is not subtle at all. Ever notice how Ms Pumpkin Spice Latte seems to cause enormous suffering for black and brown people specifically? No? Just me? Mm.

🔺But you at least like her as a villain, right?

No. Well, that’s a little unfair. If she had been narratively portrayed as a villain (including all of the consequences that come with it) ever since she was introduced in AoU, then yeah I probably would. Cause she’s been doing villainous shit since way back then. But the thing is, she’s been getting infantilised and excused and Pretty-White-Girl’ed into oblivion for like 7 years now, to the point where it’s too little too late. I don’t care if they’re finally admitting she’s Not So Innocent… at this point, I have no sympathy and no interest whatsoever… just get rid of the character.

🔺You like Loki but not Wanda? Isn’t that hypocritical?

Nope cause the writers and the other characters and even Loki himself remind us every 3 and a half seconds that he’s evil despicable terrible awful no good very bad… Wanda gets the opposite treatment. Loki’s definitely a villain, but everybody in-universe knows that and the writers know it and he knows it, and he’s faced consequences for it, and there’s a delightful honesty in his gleeful bad guy approach.

🔺Well at least admit that Elizabeth Olsen is perfect in the role.

Elizabeth Olsen’s annoying and I would’ve much rather had a romani actress play her, thanks. That’s not to say Elizabeth is a bad person, though. I’m sure she’s a sweetheart (idk, I don’t follow her).

[come-rain-come-shine]

Talk Shop Tuesday -

It’s almost been a week since the break up.

How are you doing?

Has it affected how you read or write?

Mentally, I'm still in and out of this stage. I continue to make new sad connections and realizations about the ramifications of the breakup (hence the sad spiral posts full of GIFs lol sorry, not sorry).

But I have faith! But I am sad. But I know this is temporary!! But I know they have a long way to go. But I know they will get there and be stronger for it!!!

Been doing a lot of that.

As for writing, I do most of my writing within the confines of my brain and my text chat with my bestie (as opposed to a word processor where I might actually have a story to show for it lol). My ideas lately have mostly been angsty, try as I might to come up with some fluff to counterbalance the torrents of angst that have been filling up the front page of the Chenford tag on AO3.

I understand that we are hurting, cause I sure am, but I am on my hands and knees, BEGGING for fluff right now. I keep saying that @girlintotv has been doing the Lord's work, posting some fluffy updates in the past week. You're helping to keep me afloat, Vic!!

I totally understand why a lot of people are posting angst right now, and I encourage people to cathart their emotions through their writing. But personally, I just can't with the MCD or the idea of them being broken up for years or Lucy finding out she's pregnant and running away. I am too fragile for this level of angst right now without knowing there's a happy ending in store!!!

Thus, I have been reading a lot of older fluff and tried and true comfort fics. I was thinking of making a post with some fluffy fic recs to help us weather these tumultuous times.

On the bright side of all this, I am recovered enough from the initial blow that I may try actually writing some fluffy scenes in my fic to make me feel better! So thank you, heart wrenching breakup, for providing some much-needed motivation.

Thanks for the ask!!

[ken-dom]

Keyboard Caress

Steven Wingdings solo fic - part 2 of Keyboard Smash

1.5k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Steven has made peace with the font of his nightmares. Peace turns nightmares into dreams and dreams open him up to a few... other feelings.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: sigh... I'm weak for long hair and I'm weak for Steven so it was only a matter of time. I've toyed with posting this for too long so, take it. My bestie and partner in crime @heresthestorymorningglory kept me going as always - you have her to thank for pretty much everything I post!

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, dirty talk and praise, font kink, masturbation, keyboard fondling and use of tongue?? keyboard fucking? look, he's horny for a font idk what else to tell you

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Steven’s fingers had always been elegant, ghosting over his keyboard with delicate precision, or wrapping around his pen with a firm, caressing grip. His penmanship was second to none, delicate handwriting that could inspire romance or fear or anger with just a simple flick of the wrist.

He was proud of his handwriting; arrogant at times. He slept easily safe in the knowledge that he’d never inflicted careless, ugly scrawl on a single living soul. 

The thing that kept him up at night, though? Fonts and their usage.

Steven’s font choice, as I’m sure you’d expect, was also second to none, and in recent times, there had been a brand new addition to his favourites. It was an unexpected twist to his collection, the choice of his arch nemesis, the cause of years of his torment, his undoing, his healing, his new love — Papyrus.

He’d been sleeping much more peacefully since his confrontation with said arch nemesis, Jacob Crone. The cathartic showdown in which Steven confronted Jacob about the font he couldn’t shake from the forefront of his consciousness had caused a strange inner peace to settle within him. 

Peace, along with an insatiable curiosity towards Papyrus that he never imagined possible. All thanks to Papyrus in bold.

The tables had turned.

And today, as a result of this newfound serenity, Steven had risen late, well rested and eager to explore his new outlook on fonts. 

However, there was a hint of impatience he couldn’t ignore, marring this new thrill. He hadn’t been able to concentrate on his late breakfast at all, leaving his almond croissant with but a single bite taken out of the corner when he finally heard the unmistakable, urgent knock at the door alerting him to the arrival of his delivery guy.

And now, Steven would not only be able to watch that newly delicious font springing to life before his very eyes on the enticing blank canvas of an untitled Word document, but he would also be able to feel it, sense it breathing, warm and willing beneath his very fingertips.

Mmh.

He bit his lip a little too hard as he carefully unwrapped his new toy from the small, discreet packaging, fingers tingling with anticipation. He interlaced his fingers to flex them, preparing to lay each small item out on the desk, allow his keyboard to get a feel for what was in store before-

‘Ohh-’

His own moan stopped this otherwise methodical process in its tracks. He was getting ahead of himself.

‘Relax, Steven,’ he whispered firmly, ‘one thing at a time. Remember your breathing techniques.’

With a roll of his shoulders and a stretch of his neck, he settled comfortably into his desk chair, slipped his eyes closed and forced his breathing steady. Only when he felt that familiar, temporary calm wash over him, signalling that he had regained control, did he allow himself to blink his eyes open and really look.

Before him were a set of brand new keycaps, clean and crisply printed. Custom printed.

Steven had found himself painfully hard a week ago when he had pressed the complete purchase button, knowing that he would soon have a brand new font for his keyboard to wear like sexy lingerie on an already alluring body, and his heart thudded in his chest.

The font in question?

Papyrus, of course.

And now they were here, all one hundred and four alphanumeric keys, waiting, virginal, for him to use them as they were intended to be used. 

Or not, quite… but he didn’t think it worth worrying about that too much.

In any event he was going to enjoy them, and that’s the point of it all really, isn’t it?

Lifting an unsteady, trembling hand, he traced a finger over the S cap, breath turning shaky, blood pumping loud in his ears. He retracted that hand as though he’d been fondling a pile of hot coles and his core clenched, the unbearable heat he felt in his fingertips travelling to pool like lava in his gut instead.

He removed his glasses in a single, well practised motion, readying himself to properly warm up his keyboard.

He laid his head on the desk, breath hot against the familiar black plastic, sweeping his long hair out of the way.

‘Hi, baby. Listen, I’ve got something for you and I need you to trust me, okay?’

A beat, and Steven chuckled, low and quiet, as though he’d received the answer he needed to hear.

‘I’ll be gentle,’ he whispered, carefully fondling the space above the arrow keys, ‘I promise.’

His fingers stroked across the middle row of keys, softly fingering the curve of each one by one, before prizing the first original away.

He’d never replaced his keys before, never deeming it quite as necessary as it suddenly seemed, so he’d watched plenty of video tutorials to prepare himself for this moment, ignoring the stirring it seemed to cause between his thighs.

‘Shhh,’ he soothed, picking up the corresponding keycap and placing it ever so gently into place, stroking it a little to settle it in, admiring it from just a few inches above.

‘Did that feel good?’ he coos, weak, ‘Oh, it looks incredible… ready for another?’

Adding the next few characters to the row, Steven paused, pulling back to admire the obnoxiously, unusually, jarringly beautiful Papyrus decorating his trusty old keyboard.

‘How does it feel?’ he breathed, dipping his head as though he was going in, albeit cautiously, for a kiss. ‘Do you like it? Do you want more?’

Steven’s cock twitched in his pants, but he ignored it. If he was going to get hard again, so be it, but he needed to see the whole thing first. Needed to type on it with his very own fingers, feel it in action, prickling against his flesh.

His chest was heaving by the time he finished replacing the keys, breath ragged, fogging the plastic. His cock was straining in his pants too, growing harder to ignore with each thick drop of precum staining the soaked fabric.

Connecting the keyboard back to the computer, with a shaking hand, he reached for the mouse and opened up a Word document, clicked on the fonts menu, scrolled down to Papyrus and selected it.

His hand dropped from the mouse and slipped beneath the desk without so much as another thought. His free hand was left to type, to bring the font to life in a way Helvetica could never, stirring whatever it was inside him that this blasted, incredible, humble front brought to life.

‘Oh, god… you’re beautiful,’ he moaned, stroking his cock lazily over his pants, trying so hard to take this slow. ‘Ohh, you make me so fucking hard…’

He couldn’t type coherently. Not with the way his mind was racing and clouding with pleasure at the same time, the way his cock was throbbing under the familiar warmth of his palm. He needed those new keys closer, needed to really feel them, hell, to taste them…

He slid down in his desk chair to unfasten his trousers, hastily shoving his hand inside his underwear and quickly wrapping his slender fingers around his thick shaft to pump a little faster. With a groan, he shifted again and dropped himself forward over the desk, mouthing at his keys, at Papyrus, and the result of his passion displayed brightly on the screen above them.

‘You taste… so good… mmmnn-’

He glanced up though eyelids heavy with arousal, witnessing the nonsensical stream of characters bashed out onto the document as he tongued desperately at the keys, free hand now gripping the base of the keyboard to keep it in place while his other hand stroked, slow but firm, just the way he liked it.

‘Papyrus-’ he whined, voice shaky, breaking as he went on, ‘you- look- s-so fucking- good in Papyrus-’

He stood on trembling legs, fist pumping faster for a moment as he shoved his trousers lower, before he let himself go and fucked against the keyboard. The keys were almost shar against his cock, but the sigh of his arousal dragging over that font…

Breathless and weak, a thick, hot rope erupted from his cock, splattering over his desk, some on the screen. A strangled howl tore from his throat as he gave in to the bliss, and when the last wave of pleasure subsided, Steven dropped back into the chair and sobbed, eyes quickly welling up, wetting the keys beneath him with teardrops that he tenderly stroked away with merciful fingertips.

‘You did so good,’ he whimpered, high pitched and cracked from crying, ‘so good for me…’

He got himself together quickly enough, tucking himself neatly back into his trousers and focusing on his breathing again as he scraped his hair back to fasten it loosely at the nape of his neck with the hair elastic he kept on his wrist.

He took hold of the mouse again, this time to save the document he and the keyboard had created as a result of their passion for later, typing softly into the Save As box, Papyrus - the way of Steven.docx