#can we get a link to said playlist 🥺

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hi hi hiyaaaa !!!! <@33 been a long time.. longer than i intended lmao and tbf i wanna start by apologizing for the last time i said i would b coming back and then not posting for 2years.. /sighs. welpp im alive and i just wanted 2  thank all  of u who r still coming to  my  blog after so long !! i received a lot of msgs asking abt how im doing and for me to make a comeback  and it just makes me so happy to see i havent been forgotten   ♡ ♡

  ♡   > uhm a lot has happened, but im slowly trying to recover and this is one of the reasons as to why i havent reached out before. anymynywayss just thought maybe yall deserved some update on that..

♡  enough said .. ! lets talk abt the good things !!!!11

♡ >>> ive been planning a comeback for so long (literally a year but things kept getting in my way and i procrastinate a lot i hav to admit) but i DO have news !! (took me some time but here we r)

i have about 1k of pics uploaded and ready to be edited and posted hihi

i’ll be trying my best to plan on my queue and finally use this option so i can make posts more frequently !

aAAndD we have a new theme after YEARS !

...WIHT/sorry  im  excited hiajkbfkj A NEw PLAYLIST WITH +70 SONGS

^ im rrly proud of this last one cuz wowie IT TOOK ME HOIURS and i literally added every song manually link by link and thought it would never work  out. (ik its an old player but its heartshaped and i figured it would match the new theme hihi)

PLUS    HELLO KITTY   DANCES TO IT fbfskjdnkj  if ur a mobile user im sorry

u can check the playlist by clicking the three bars on the corner and u can also listen to it (complete version) on spotify clicking on the "playlist" button, as well as checking other (+) playlists if u want to ..idk u never knwow :))

i hope yall like it 🥺

new icons moodboards n headers r close angels !! ♡ 

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oh, sorry for so many asks, i also wanted to say too though i really agree so much with your chilchuck thoughts so far, even down to your personal headcanons about how things might go post-series. and you're absolutely right, i'll defend that little guy any day myself. you understand him so well and it's kind of relaxing to have someone else dish out this kind of analysis and already agree with all of it cus it's just so real, so thank you again for the Meal <- perhaps the perfect thing to say about dungeon meshi analysis when i think about it

i know you have playlists and stuff so i wanted to share a song i've been listening to that that reminds me of him: divine loser by clem turner

No worries, they’ve been a lot of fun! I do plan on getting back to each one btw, just gotta get through some other things first hopefully. Aaaah that’s really nice to hear 🥺 I do know the feeling haha, it’s always fun to have posts that Get It that you just nod along with 🤝 I’ve thought sooo much about Chilchuck I rotate him in my brain like rotisserie chicken more often than not, glad it all ended up being productive haha. Y’know recently my friends have been calling me a Chilchuck superfan/scholar jokingly and it actually made me have a realization moment of…

Bc I’ve always said Laios was my fave and like, he does mean everything to me idk if I’ve ever felt so seen as with Laios, I relate to him sooo much, but then. Okay alright that can be a different thing than a character being your favorite fine FINE I admit it Chilchuck’s my top blorbo. He’s so.🧍‍♂️I can’t even describe. He’s so….. He’s a clown but he’s also perfection in its best imperfect form I will not be taking further questions today. My friend called him my silly rabbit like that one meme and it makes me laugh sm

Thank you for the music rec!! I listened to it and yes agreed, sent straight to my Chil playlist. Songs are my bread and butter when I have character brainrot bc like with web weavings I feel like there are so many emotions and thoughts you can communicate about something so simply through one… (Which for anyone interested here’s my web weaving tag, got 2 about Chil). Gonna link all my dunmeshi playlists while I’m here: Dungeon Meshi, Chilchuck & his wife, marchil, Mithrun.

Ok everyone saw this coming but this ask ran away from me and I ramble about some song lyrics I associate with Chil & different facets of his life below the cut. Some people find my, ehem, heated rambles about Chil entertaining, this is your cue to get out the popcorn.

When thinking about songs for Chil I have 3 angles I take: About Chilchuck, about him and his wife, or about him & Marcille. Marchil is so engraved into me with their arcs together, that they’re like the concept of closure and letting go and letting yourself live again to me, sorry for all the non-enjoyers… But his dynamic with Marcille is a large part of his character arc so still fits, rock on.

I think currently my top song for him is Jackrabbit by San Fermin, because it combines all three it makes me go wild. It’s about trepidation… Throwing yourself into it even despite the fear (working with traps, survival in poverty where you have to rush & hustle), or just staying there paralyzed(not reaching out to his wife). Flight or freeze!! Saying goodbyes and saying hellos!! Not dying alone!! The life cycle of a wild rabbit living and dying, the baton pass race of life from generation to generation!! Chil and his daughters even!!! Going through life at a frenzied pace!! It is so Chilchuck and so marchil, and the music does give that hurried and scared energy to me too, and sigh the Marcille side to it with fear of death too…

Extra fun context but the other day on the discord server we were talking about what animal each character’s fursona would be as we do and I thought of a rabbit for Chilchuck: Quick footed, ‘cowardly’, small and frail and seen as weak 🙃, athletic and slender, pulls stunts, stressed out, has very fine hearing and has good instincts, etc. And ofc that fits really well with Marcille since she’s kinda associated with dungeon rabbits hehe~ But I think while Marcille’s 100% the cute round rabbit Chil’s more like a brown hare, more wild and like, more like a jackalope if we’re still doing monsters... I do lowkey find it more fun than his associated monster being mimics because he’s crabby, because they’re clever (with where they place themselves) and because of how he has a soft shell but soft insides, lol.

OKAY so that’s my song pick with the main 3 facets sure, now I’ll share some lyrics for each 3 sides separatedly 😈 Kinda summarizing my web weavings for him thus far. If we start with Chilchuck by himself we have… Enter One by Shelby Merry and Drunk by The Living Tombstone

With his wife, we have the bad end, and the good end for if they get back together with Lost Kitten by Metric and North by Sleeping At Last… Okay okay plus Love Like Ghosts and My Heart is Buried in Venice… Little Soldier by The Crane Wives for them also RUIN me

And Marchil… Marchil oh my beloved. Another buddy also made a full analysis on discord about Soap by The Oh Hellos for them lol, but these are Not I by I Fight Dragons and My Heart is Buried in Venice again~

Okay okay two more. Boats & Birds by Gregory and The Hawk, and Tummy by Tamino.

Finishing it up with quotes from, in order, A Softer World by Joey Comeau, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Acknowledgements by Danez Smith, The Letter by Richard Paul Evans, and last but not least posts from dead tumblr account flintcoded. I keep looking around and finding MORE fitting quotes. Someone stop me- In loving me you hold a knife at my throat, in loving you I tell you exactly where to cut. Forgive me, memory is a rope around my neck. I need you to be happy, I need one of us to be happy.

Hand in unlovable hand…

In conclusion;

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and even more revalink hcs from this post part 6

previous hc part 5 x i'm too lazy to tag the other ones, just go through this one 😭 i haven't done one of these in a bit so i'm doing this for funsies 😹

who's the primary protector of the two?

hard to say, since they're both warriors with protective instincts, and link had to have learned some survival skills & instincts in botw

neither of them ever rest really, constantly on their guard because they're not letting anyone get the slip on them

i imagine that maybe they bicker over who gets to protect the other, always insisting that they'll be the one to save the other 😹

who sleeps in and who is the early bird?

i think we should know by now where i stand on this 😹

i am the self-proclaimed #1 sleepy link x coddler revali enthusiast. you know damn well i am tucking that blond twunk into a soft comfy bed (the bed being revali)

who is the least patient?

hard to pin down as a generalization, because it's circumstantial between the two of them imo

like we all know link would stare into a campfire all night just to be able to hunt the best game at the exact crack of dawn

but revali is very thoughtful and methodical to me. i just reviewed his diary and the cb memory, and it's clear that his dedication to the craft warrants a lot of strategy, perseverance, and patience. he can be incredibly patient for the things that matter most to him

(i also really like the idea that revali would be very patient with fledglings 🥺 gordon ramsey type beat)

that being said, both revali and link will have a breakdown trying to assemble a single chair from ikea. they insist that the furniture is cursed but zelda assembles it in less than five minutes

which of the two listens to old music and which one is more into the newer stuff?

to me, revali seems like he would enjoy classical music, and classic pop & rock in general. anything before the 2000's, revali can get into

projecting a portion of my own music taste onto revali, he fucks with songs like 'stitches and burns' by fra lippo lippi, 'i melt with you' by modern english, and 'true' by spandau ballet. i will not be taking any criticism at this time 🙏

meanwhile link's playlist is jumping from 'good lookin'' dixon dallas to 'planet of the bass' to 'ETA' newjeans. and he finds all of it unironically genius

who's the first one to quit a new hobby because they're not great at it on the first try?

my instinct was to say revali, but the thing is, revali holds a great insecurity in wanting to be the best, and it's difficult to do that when you're dating Mr. Link Master-At-Everything-He-Tries over here

so if he's not automatically good at it but link is, you better bet your entire ass that revali is learning that shit out of spite to be better or at least just as good at it as link is

bitches can't even have like a couple hobby, everything turns into a competition if it's revali and link ✋😭

who holds a grudge the longest?

revali of course

a while ago, i made a post about how i hc'd revali to be a capricorn sun virgo rising, and i kinda still stand by that. he'll take anything to be a personal slight against him, will block you on everything, and talk shit about you to anyone. petty ahh mf

link just doesn't seem like the type to hold grudges, he's kinda goldfish brain. he'll forget he was even mad at you 15 minutes later

who secretly knows all the lyrics to the other's favorite songs but refuses to expose themselves?

revali actually 🥺

link soaks up melodies and lyrics like a sponge, so he has no problem picking any one of revali's playlists and knowing every single song on there, he will sing his heart out to each song on that damned playlist

revali is a bit of a music snob and isn't always the biggest fan of link's taste in music (as per #4 in this list LOL)

but he tries really hard to memorize link's favorites even if he fucking hates the song, which results in revali practicing korean just to be able to sing fucking 'gangnam style' psy with link 😭

who's more likely to cry about a plant dying?

link hands down. this guy gets overly attached to inanimate objects fr

bro is the type to bump into the corner of a table and be like "oops, sorry mr. table, didn't mean to hit you"

zelda once sent link a bouquet of flowers she had grown herself, and link put them in a nice little vase, made sure they got sunlight and water every day, and gave each flower names

when one of the flowers started wilting, link was about to have a whole breakdown

revali comes home to link trying to perform surgery on a flower, like why it got a whole iv drip bag now???

which of the two is the most outspoken? which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

these were actually two separate questions but i decided to mix them, bc i think it's pretty clear who's who

revali is more outspoken and quick to speak, he's confidently opinionated and will mansplain to you unfortunately. he's not afraid to tell you what he thinks, because he thinks he's always right. very much the type to tell you he's just being brutally honest as an excuse to a dick skjdhfkdj

link is soft-spoken, reserved, and a listener, he'll let you take the lead on the conversation or listen you out completely before saying anything.

as such, revali is the one berating the cashier for putting pickles on link's burger when he said he didn't want any 😹

and honestly? link just likes hearing revali's voice, so he's content with letting revali talk his head off as long as they get to cuddle or hold hands.

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“Just because John and Tommy were dumb” this is the best summary of S4’s plot I’ve ever read. You got me laughing like a mad girl in the middle of the night because… This is so true?? I’ve loved S4 but it’s true that it denoted from the previous seasons. I hope you’ll like how I handle the season’s event then, I’m a bit anxious to be true. 😬

First of all I love the parallel you’ve drawn with S2 Arthur rambling on his life because that scene broke my heart. Despite being plagued with anger management issues and deep trauma, Arthur is a good person inside and I just hurt to see his gangster’s life ruining him. It’s true that this scene echoes to the one you’ve mentioned from this chapter: like his past crime always come back to him and he feels desperate at that very moment. It’s like someone just snatched the paradise he has spent all his time building since he got out from prison.

Regarding the Arthur and his garage… YES I KNOW RIGHT. 🥺 To everyone’s greatest surprise I don’t hate Linda. Sure she’s annoying as fuck sometimes, especially with her religious conduct, but the happier we have seen Arthur is with her, even if she “caged” him rather than helps him heal in a healthy way. Yet, the hyper controlling behavior in S4 got me gritting my teeth. As you’ve said, it’s okay I get the controlling thing and Ada/Polly also does it. But… The scene in which she forbids him to open his garage and fix care broke my heart, and his little “but I love fixin’ cars…” like… noooo. Contrary to Linda, Heaven is happy to see his man starting a healthy job and she loves visiting him in his garage!

Now that it’s only you and me, Lora…

Sub!Arthur is fucking hot right? 🥵 there’s def something spicy about this slightly psychotic and brutal gangster getting tamed and moaning that he is a good boy. 🤭

Lora, thank you for reading this and for commenting each chapters. I’ve no word to tell you how your support and your songs selection helped me smile even while I was struggling with my thesis these few last weeks. I’m surprised you’ve managed to catch up so quickly, and I can only hope you’re enjoying the ride. Of course I’ll add you to the tag list from now! Thank you again for being a wonderful mutual and friend. 🖤

I can only YELL at your song suggestions. Seven Devils is definitely a song that 100% fits Heaven and I’m so happy you’ve linked it to her 🥺 She’s definitely slipping into her “menace to society” area! || Freak is also perfect for our power couple teehee! Seems like a good representation of our lovebirds’ relationship. Also thank you, my playlist is now filled with Lana Del Rey 😬 || Roll Call is so Tommy and Arthur coded!!!

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: All it took was one phone call and one visit from Ada to destroy the paradise Arthur had spent one full year building. No matter what he does, his past crimes always seem to catch up with him. Now that you are in danger, he decides to come back to Birmingham and handle the Changretta problem without you.

Words: 5,3K

TW: Angst, canonical description of violence, smut, foreplay, masturbation, self-harm, from the end of this chapter the story will take a darker turn. You've been warned.

Notes:

✞ Based off EP1 S4 of Peaky Blinders but contains many changes and variations for the sake of this series' plot.

✞ Each act features two chapters with smut in it, and they all serve the story's purpose. No more.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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When Ada’s piercing eyes finally caught sight of the house’s roof through the trees’ thick foliage, she sighed relieved. While the landscape was breathtaking, the walk from her car to the front door had been tedious despite the short distance. In fact, the only way to access the house was to walk a sloped dirt road leading the visitors up to the hill’s summit — which was an almost impossible task to do when wearing classy high heels as was Ada’s case. Arthur did not lie when he said they were living far from the city. The young Shelby sister quickly wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and knocked at the door. She was welcomed by the sight of Arthur, whose magnificent steel blue eyes lit up when he saw his sister, delighted to see her. But far from a courtesy visit, the words that left her mouth broke their siblings' reunion. Like red-hot blades, they slashed Arthur’s hopes of straying away from his gangster life.

All the quietness and peace he had built throughout the year, rendering his anger outbursts less frequent, shattered like a glass smashed on concrete under the power of one sole visit from Ada and her bitter statement: the family was in danger.

No.

You were in danger.

And it was all his fault.

Something had changed in Arthur when he came back from his little talk with Ada. He had barely stepped into the house that you noticed how all the muscles of his body were tensed and how his facial features had turned into a colder expression.

“Arthur.” It has been the third time you’d called him, but each previous attempt had been left without any reply or reaction. Slumped on the sofa, the oldest Shelby brother was staring at an invisible spot on the wall facing him, his eyes blank and his fingers nervously taping on the left armrest. At first, you thought he just needed a bit of time with himself to swallow the visible bad news he had received from his sister, but two days had passed and now his behavior was starting to worry you.

“Arthur Shelby Jr.” You called with stricter tone this time.

All of sudden, your voice cleared the black fog of his mind and brought him back to reality. Arthur blinked several times as if he could shoo his messy thoughts away by batting his eyelashes, and finally raised his piercing blue eyes toward your graceful frame, that was standing in front of him with its arms crossed. At the serious expression on your doll face, he nervously moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, his gaze not shifting from you one sole second. God, how gorgeous you were in your silk nightgown, as white as your hair and adorned with complex laces. That was the first thought that had crossed his mind when his gaze fell on you. In truth, he would have probably pinned you to the wall and made your legs shake until you could not walk straight anymore if he hadn’t been plagued by the dreadful news Ada brought upon your harmonious life “Eh, I know…” He started, slightly raising his almost empty whiskey glass towards you, “I shouldn’t be drinking.” He admitted, before lowering his eyes to look at his own reflection in the alcohol. With one small movement from the wrist, he made the amber liquid softly spin in the glass. Arthur was still traumatized by Linda’s constant snarky remarks and humiliations each time he was indulging in whisky, that was why he had felt the need to justify himself now that you saw him drink alone.

“You don’t need my permission to drink, Cheri.” You replied with a soft voice, as soft as a feather’s caress on his poor aching soul. You were definitely not like his former wife: he could do whatever he wanted as long as it wasn’t taking drugs or cheating. That had always been the tacit deal between both of you when things got serious — and to be honest, you had feared the first temptation far greater than the second until you realized that Arthur’s new favorite drug was you.

Your crystal irises had been observing the slightest trait of his face with slightly furrowed brows for one solid minute when you finally let out a little sigh and slid one long ivory strand of hair behind your ear, “I’m just worried. You haven’t eaten anything nor slept for two days straight.” Worst, he had been hugging you tight, burying his face in your breasts and trembling like a leaf because of panic attacks for the last two nights.

“Worried? Eh, no need to be worried, love. Cm’here.” He replied with a little smile, moving one of his long leg to invite you to have a sit on him.

Arthur did try his best not to make you feel anxious but the truth was he was literally unable to hide something from his beloved wife even if he had wished to shield you from it. He had been mulling the news over for days and nights, and it was starting to eat him alive.

You walked to him without further ado, your hips graciously swinging to the rhythm of your steps, and finally sat on his lap. Once you straddled him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently rested your forehead against his as you usually did. Arthur let out a sigh of relief as your bodies found each other again, his hands grabbing your hips in an almost bruising grip. He was often a bit blunt, but how much you loved his possessive and suffocating way of touching was indescribable, “Ye didn’t know how much I needed it, eh.” Arthur’s husky voice mumbled, referring to his obsessive and desperate need to constantly have physical contact with you, “How much I needed your touch.” His steel-blue irises dived into yours, losing themselves in the vastness of the frozen ocean that constituted your eyes. He could have stayed like this for eternity, hypnotized by your beauty and lulled by the oh-so-tender way you had slipped your fingers in his hair to gently scratch the shaven back of his head.

“There. I finally see a smile!” You faintly teased him, “Not that I dislike that adorable grumpy face of yours.”

Nothing much had changed since your wedding day, except for your family name and the regular discussions about trying for a baby, all nestled in each other’s arms in your bed with Kaiser sleeping near, in front of the fireplace. In truth, it has been a miracle you were not already pregnant considering Arthur’s stamina and unquenchable desire. The thing was you never left the honeymoon stage despite living together. Against all odds, Arthur Shelby was a sweet and caring husband. He never missed an opportunity to bring you gifts, whether expensive clothes, jewels, or just little flowers he picked on his way back home because it was pretty and made you think about you. Moreover, he had this ability to always manage to find awe in your daily routine, the last example of it being him spending hours observing you and discreetly drawing your frame in his sketchbook because he had spotted you swimming naked in the nearby lake, and was star-stricken by such a divine vision. He had felt like an incredibly lucky Greek artist catching sight of the most stunning nymph the Gods had ever created. Little you knew, his sketchbook was filled with portraits and doodles of you he was too ashamed of to show you. Not that he wanted to keep them for himself, but Arthur always ended up frustrated not being able to properly translate your mesmerizing and ethereal beauty on paper.

Besides your idyllic and peaceful domestic life far from gangster’s troubles, Arthur had also opened a small garage and fixed cars for a living, even if his past activities with the Peaky Blinders gave him enough money to live comfortably without working. But Arthur was surprisingly handy when his patience did not fail him, and he genuinely loved to fix cars — what had been his surprise when you reacted with joy and kissed him tenderly the day he suggested the idea, for Linda never allowed him to do so.

Regarding your own occupation, you had simply followed your mother’s path and worked as both a herbalist and healer — the second occupation being known among people only through word of mouth. That was what your life looked like prior to Ada’s unexpected visit two days ago. Yet, when she left, Arthur’s eyes had turned into a darker shade, the same one he had when he was in Birmingham dirtying his hands on Tommy’s orders.

“Arthur, love. You really need to tell me what’s the matter with your sister…” You gently asked, your fingers still massaging his scalp and your juicy lips sprinkling honey pecks on the corner of his mouth from which the whisky bitterness could be tasted. But despite all your tenderness, your husband remained closed to the idea of sharing his concerns with you.

“It’s… A bit difficult to explain,” He mumbled, shutting his eyes tight, “I don’t want ye to panic or something. I can handle it and…”

“Please.” You cut him off, tightening your arms around him to pull him in a deeper hug. All his body finally relaxed a little bit when your fragile and frozen being collapsed with his, your breasts flattened against his chest and your hips firmly embracing his, “When we’ve met you told me that, from now, it was us against the rest of the world. Even if it was raining and the wind was blowing. You don’t have to face it all alone Arthur, no matter how awful or frightening it is. Let me fight it with you.” You pleaded, your lips grazing his with utter desire and genuine love.

“But I don’t want ye to be in danger.” Arthur finally admitted, reopening his gorgeous eyes to look at you. How much he hated not to share information with you, but Tommy told him it would be better if you ignored everything. Yet, the sensation of your mouth brushing his without kissing it soon stirred a bit of frustration in him. It had been enough to make him flip. With a grunt, he caught your lower lip between his teeth and gently sunk them into your soft flesh, to which you replied with a small surprised moan. Now that he got all your attention, he proceeded to kiss you almost furiously, his worries, dawning anger and blazing desire mixing together. His movements became blunter all of sudden, “I’ll fookin’ kill myself if something bad would happen to ye, eh,” He growled a bit louder against your mouth, his husky voice highlighted by an aggressive tone you hadn’t heard in one full year, “But I’ll destroy ‘em first, eh. These fookin’ wops won’t lay their fingers on ye. They won’t.” He repeated, his venomous anger wakening up slowly and coursing through his rusted veins. A little surprised whimper escaped from your mouth as Arthur’s tongue forced its way between your lips a bit too eagerly.

“Arthur —“

“Fookin’ bastards, how dare they eh?!” The gravel in his voice boomed louder, underlined with a palpable rage now. As he pestered, his mind spinning in a whirlpool of negativity, Arthur grabbed your wrist and led your hand between his legs, pressing it on his half-hardened shaft, for all his brutal emotions more than often led to sex when you were around. It was his, as well as your, way to release tension, “How dare they threaten me eh?” The tall gangster started to breathe loudly through his nose as his rage was increasing. All he needed was the smallest sparkle for him to explode. While he kept your wrist in one hand, his other one ran up your thighs in a rough caress to lift your nightgown eagerly, “Shift these panties, woman.” He said a bit more aggressively than intended, maddened by the overwhelming urge to feel your wet slit all around him. Growling, Arthur’s mouth worked its way down your neck to leave small red marks on your divine ivory skin.

“Arthur, no.” You breathed as you bite down a moan, doing your best to sound strict. As good as it felt, you did not want to give in now: getting distracted by rough sex was out of question, what you wanted was the truth first.

Arthur, no. As soon as your words left your tantalizing lips, they echoed in his head and were enough to snatch him from his violent thoughts. The tall gangster blinked and raised his slightly confused gaze to you, shocked by your vivid refusal. After all, you would usually let him ruin you whenever he needed it so why would you refuse? “You’re hurting me.” You reiterated with a sweeter tone now that you got his attention.

“Oh shit!” He released your wrist in response, guilt beating him down when he realized your skin was redden because of his grip, “I’m sorry…Oh, Angel, I’m bloody sorry…”

Still, you kept your hand there to his greatest surprise. The only difference was that your free fingers went for his cheek to bless him with soothing caresses to reassure him. As always, the cold sensation of your flesh against his managed to tame the wildfire that was burning in his soul, “Calm down...” Your voice was merely a whisper now, similar to the enchanting murmur of a siren singing in the far away distance, “Is this what you want?” You backed up a little bit on his lap to create a little gap between your hips so that you could get a better grip on his bulge. The palm of your hand started to languidly rub it.

“Heaven?” He gasped, the anger in his cold blue eyes suddenly turning into an astonished and beseeching look. But for Arthur Shelby no meant no, hence the fact he did not dare to touch you back, “Oh bloody hell, please…” He gritted through his teeth. As strong as he was, he felt his body weakened and his throat tightened with an unsufferable arousal.

“Now you tell me,” Leaving your sentence hanging, you grabbed him a bit stronger and he whimpered at your unexpected roughness. A long exhale escaped from his nostrils as he focused on both the electrifying sensation that shook his core and the enchanting sight of your lips he dreamt to fuck. Yet, Arthur gathered all his strength and willpower to remain calm, afraid you wouldn’t let him sink into your welcoming warmth if he misbehaved, “What happened with Ada?” You inquired, tilting your head on the side, “What did John tell you when he called you?”

“Eh… Nothing— Ah..” Arthur’s lips parted under the coiling pleasure when you tightened your grip on his shaft, “I— Can’t tell ye, love.”

“No, no. You’re going to tell me. Do you know why? Because you’re a good boy for your wife.” You cooed. Your almost chilling aquamarine irises were anchored in his, burning with an unflickering gleam of power and confidence. Sometimes Arthur wondered how such a delicate and fragile-looking angel like you could hide the seductive and fearful which you truly were. A witch to the others, a goddess to him — And how he liked both of those facets of you, feeding his dominant behavior but also fulfilling his more submissive tendencies when he needed to but was too ashamed to admit it. To be true, you both knew how to balance the power you hold over the other one, and tonight, you were clearly the one in charge, “Are you a good boy, Arthur Shelby?” You teased, one brow raised.

He clenched his fists around the sofa’s blanket in a desperate attempt to find a way to control himself for he almost cum at your praise, “I am…” Arthur slowly rolled his hips, “I’m a good boy for me wife…“ He replied, sucking in a sharp breath, with his quivering hoarse voice, “Please…” He growled in discomfort because his trousers had become far too tight. Nevertheless, you remained unmoved by his supplications and stopped moving your hand, waiting for an answer, “Alright! Alright… Im gonna tell ye!”

“I hope so.” You replied, kneading his bulge again.

“Ada and John told me we’ve all received a Black Hand.” He started, looking at you with impatience. Satisfied, you unbuckled his belt and let your hand work its way into his underwear to grab his hardened cock by its thick base and free it from his trouser. Arthur let out a loud groan, a drop of sweat beading on his forehead. Not only at the sensations but at the sight of your small fingers around his erection.

“What’s a Black Hand?” You kept asking all the while enjoying the sight of your husband’s enamored, begging, and fascinated gaze. He was looking at you, obliterating everything else, for only the words that came from your holy lips mattered.

“Oh fook, Angel… Touch me harder.” He begged in a trembling, almost broken voice. If there was one thing Arthur could not stand that was being teased. Thus it did not take much for you to have him wrapped around your finger. He suddenly bit his lower lip, eyes glistening with ruling passion, for the way the moonlight reflected through the window behind you created a heavenly halo around your head, “Touch me!” Another husky whine. The gangster rolled his hips eagerly, nails digging into the sofa’s fabric.

“Focus, Mon amour. The Black Hand. What is it?” You repeated, pressing a little kiss on his starving and slightly parted mouth while your hand started to jerk him off in slow up-and-down movements. At first, Arthur thought it would soothe the painful hardness of his cock but your far too languid movements only worsened it.

“Ah! The Black Hand yes. It’s a death threat from the Sicilian mafia. They send one to everyone they wanna — oh fook! — wanna kill…” He said through gritted teeth at the feeling of your thumb rubbing the glistening tip of his cock in circular motions, smearing precum on his skin. Arthur rolled his eyes, holding back a desperate cry as your hand pumped him in a way that brought him closer to heaven — or closer to hell, it was getting hard to tell.

“Why would they send you one?” You frowned, stroking a little bit faster.

“Oh bloody motherfucking hell!” He yelled, the gravel in his voice making the house shake as he threw his head back. Yet, he did not shut his eyes tight for looking at you while you masturbated him only strengthened his pleasure. He felt as if he was burning from within, “Cause I killed Changretta’s dad! I’ve put a fookin’ bullet through his skull. And now Tommy wants us to have an emergency reunion!” He spat very quickly, unable to stand it anymore. With a bit of luck, you’d allow him to spill himself now that he told you everything. Arthur let out an ashamed and submissive whimper, turned into a begging mess, “Let me cum! I’ll fookin’ beg on my knees if that’s what ye want! On my bloody knees, I will! but please… Please, Angel… I can’t take it anymore, oh God.”

“Tommy wants you back. Of course.” You winced, as if the bitterness of your own venom had exploded on your tastebuds, still caressing your man absentmindedly.

“Heaven…” He lamented, hiding his face in the crook of his arm, abandoning himself to the pleasure. Arthur moved his hips, trying to thrust his length in your fist in the hope of releasing himself but it wasn’t enough. The way you stroke him kept him at the edge of climax without allowing him to reach it and it was driving him crazy. Your focus shifted back to your husband, whose legs had started to shake like leaves in the wind.

You snapped back to the present moment,“ Oh Arthur,” You purred when you realized that your poor man had reached his limits but still tried to behave himself by not throwing you on the sofa and making you pay for teasing him. Bringing your face closer to his, you laid a myriad of kisses from his scarred throat up to the corner of his mouth, his mustache pleasantly scratching the skin of your face as you did, “Cum for me like the good boy you are.” You whispered in his ear, your siren-like voice intoxicating even more and causing him to whine no matter how hard he tried to bite it down… Goosebumps adorned your body at the arousing sight of Arthur, usually tough and rough, almost crying from pleasure and frustration. A little feverish sight escaped from your mouth, your walls clenching onto nothing. It was enough: he had been good and deserved some kind of relief. Hence, you finally stroked him how he wanted to be stroked, “I’m proud of you Arthur. So proud… Cum for me, my strong and lovely husband.” Your praises definitely got everything of him. Arthur’s fingers clenched so hard on the blanket that he almost tore it. He arched his back and the gravel in his voice chanted your name on repeat like he never did for any women, whores, or good girls, like a preacher imploring the mercy of his divinity. One minute later his cock throbbed in your palm before he finally released the tension in hot spurts of milky ropes in both your hand and your thighs. With a little satisfied smirk, you brought your fingers to your mouth and licked his release while looking at your shaking man.

“Christ…” He let out a long sigh, his body collapsing back on the sofa. The arm with which he hid his face fell limp after he tucked himself back in his trousers. Left as a panting mess, Arthur was trying to catch his breath while his half-closed eyes were still staring at you with a blissed-out gleam in their magnificent blue irises. But that extraordinary post-sex peace had to come to an end: the worst part of the discussion was awaiting. Arthur moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, stars still dangling in his vision, and, without the slightest warning, pulled you in a strong hug. His arms wrapped around you, pressing your ribs so hard you almost suffocated: He was afraid. Fucking afraid to lose you, “You need to stay here. Safe and sound.”

“Sorry?” You suddenly exclaimed, lowering your gaze toward him to ensure you understood correctly what he just said, “That’s absolutely out of question, Arthur. I’m coming with you back to Birmingham. We’ll go through this shit together and we’ll be back in our forest as soon as possible.” You said, your fingers gently fondling his neck.

“No, love.” His hoarse voice, rendered raspier by the orgasm he had, retorted with a bit more authoritative tone as he regained his composure.“Ye ain’t coming with me. It’s too dangerous. Trust me, I’d love too but I would not forgive myself if Changretta would hurt you.”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t let you go alone and risk your life,” Panic had already started to kick in at that idea, twisting your guts and accelerating your heartbeat. Who will take care of him if you weren’t by his side? As the one who had pulled the trigger, you were more than aware that Arthur was probably the first name underlined in red on that Changretta’s list, “You know I can be useful. Arthur please.”

“I’ll be back very quick, love.” Arthur tried to reassure you, but parting from him was far too painful for you to agree with him, "I'll be back soon and we'll have a little one together right? The perfect couple…" The corner of his mouth stretched in a tender and soothing smile right before he crashed his lips against yours. You kissed him back but it did not made you feel better. Quite the contrary. Shaken by his decision, you sighed and moved away from him. Despite his attempt to hold you back, you still managed to break his embrace and walked towards the window, wrapping your arms around your own tiny frame to hug you.

Arthur bit his knuckles, frustrated by the whole situation, and utterly in pain for you had just rejected him. After a short while, he got up from the sofa and joined you near the window, his legs still weak, “Listen. You gotta trust me. I don’t want to be away from you either — God knows I’m already scared of withering without your heavenly presence and your arms around me neck. But I can’t risk losing ye. I would fookin’ die, I swear would. I want you to stay safe here, guarded by Kaiser and by the forest, rather than with me at the mercy of these Italians. If you come with me they’ll assault you… Because of me. Because yer me wife.” Arthur explained in a slow and distinct voice, his feathery fingers rearranging one of your white strands of hair. Tears blurred your vision at his words — since your wedding there hadn’t been one day you’d been away from each other more than a few hours, hence the overwhelming misery you felt that such a plan. , “Look at me,” He asked, gently grabbing your arm to make you spin. His hands, big and calloused, cupped your face, “Heaven,” he dived into your fleeing eyes, from which crystal tears were rolling down your pearly white cheeks, “Everything’s gonna be fine, ey.”

You slowly nodded, defeated. “Tout ira bien.” You repeated in French, looking at him with the most heartbreaking pout he had ever seen. In truth, you were trying to convince yourself more than actually believing it. Your little fists clenched discreetly —and they clenched so hard that your knuckles turned white.

No, it was not going to be fine.

Definitely not.

Snuggling in one of Arthur’s shirts, you buried your nose in the collar to smell the musky and reassuring perfume of your husband. A frustrated growl escaped from your juicy lips. You were sitting on the wooden floor in front of the fire, hugging your knees against your chest as you watched the flames die in the hearth. Only two weeks had passed since Arthur’s departure for Birmingham and you were already at the edge of the abyss, ready to fall into a pit of madness. Locked up here between the walls of your own house, you feel estranged from your home, trapped in a doorless maze. Just like a wonderful Siberian tigress in a zoo, you were spending your day pacing back and forth in the living room under Kaiser’s saddened and worried eyes, before collapsing on the floor or the nearby sofa. Devoured by anxiety and another frightful gut feeling no one was there to listen to, you usually ended up rolling in a ball with the guard dog’s big wet snout poking you in a desperate attempt to cheer you up. How could you carry on with your life when your soulmate was far away from you, hunted down by a whole mafia whose every member wanted to see him dead? No matter the protective spells you had cast upon Arthur, you could not help but give in to panic. After all, he was the only one you had. And you were quite unfortunate considering how every people you had truly loved always tended to end up dead and cold, six feet under.

Giving one last kiss on Kaiser’s head, you got up from the floor and went to the small silvery cigarette case that was on the coffee table. You slipped a cigarette between your plump lips and lit it up, immediately taking a long puff in the hope of calming your nerves. As the nicotine burnt your throat and lungs, you felt your nervousness alleviating a tiny bit. I should not be here, you thought, I should be by his side. These were the words that were playing on repeat in your head. In your rambling, your mind focused on Thomas Shelby, whose past mischiefs made you believe he was the only one responsible for your role —or rather for your non-role— in this new war against the Italians. Even if Arthur did not tell you anything about it, you knew he had managed to fill your man’s mind with the idea that you’d be safer here only because he did not want you back in Birmingham. That son of a bitch — he was well aware that he had to get rid of you if he wanted Arthur to behave like his dog. You let out a furious cloud of smoke from your nostrils.

As it as been the case before Thomas had sent you all in jail, your sharp witch instincts were ringing emergency alarms in your very soul. Your chest tightened at the sudden boiling rage that coursed through your veins. How ridiculous that was? You were stuck here, completely useless, as Arthur, John, Polly, and Ada were all facing unnamable dangers. Pressing your lips tight around the cigarette, you pinched your nose to calm your nerves. That was at the moment you had almost managed to calm down a little bit that one of the living room windows crashed in hundreds of little sharp shards of glass. The cacophony of it made Kaiser jump before he immediately reacted by rushing near the gaping window and aggressively barking at the outside darkness: the beast hundred pounds Cane Corso was ready to tear throats to protect you. With a pounding heart and eyes wide open, you looked at in the distance: All you could see was a car’s headlights located at the bottom of the hill, but they quickly disappeared when the driver left the place with haste.

“Putain!” You whispered, cigarette still hanging in your mouth and one hand pressed against your chaotic heart. What the hell had happened? Still shaking from the shock, you looked at all around you and noticed the huge brick that had been thrown at the window. However, what stirred your panic was not the tool of the mischief itself but rather the letter that was tied to it with barbed wires. You did not wait any longer and grabbed it, untying the letter without minding the small cuts the wire left on your skin. As you opened it, your crimson blood drenched the fabric of the paper in dozen of stains.

To Arthur Shelby’s whore,

If you think you are safe hidden here in the wild you are utterly wrong. We haven’t forgotten about you, and despite the fact you are outside of our economic interests, you evil witch have to pay for Father Hughes and Simon Conrad’s death.

We have understood from your past crimes that you are a great advocate of retributive justice so here comes the other side of the coin. Hereby, we wish to inform you that we will come for you one day. You can hide. You can run. But you won’t escape us.

In the meantime, check twice under your bed, in your closet and behind you, because we are the shadow that follows you. Also be sure that if the Mafia does not succeed in killing Arthur Shelby, we will.

Every witch can burn,

Your heart missed a beat so big you felt dizzy. The letter slipped from your wounded fingers and fell on the floor. You took the cigarette out of your mouth and, instinctively stubbed it out on the back of your wrist without the slightest wince for it was the only thing you had found to calm yourself down. The crackling sound of burning flesh echoed in the room as the red-hot ashes marked your delicate and immaculate porcelain skin with a black and red circle. The pain, vivid and stingy, did not seem to bother you though, judging by the way your face remained absolutely neutral: the truth was the burning of your wrath outmatched the one on your flesh. No matter Thomas’ orders and Arthur’s worries, you had made up your mind: you were going back to Birmingham, and you were going to make the whole city shatter and shake at your fingertips if that was what you needed to do to retrieve your peaceful life.

If all of Birmingham was afraid of Arthur Shelby more than anything, it was only because they had never seen the fury of his wife.

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[honeypiehotchner]

intelligence & issues || masterlist

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Status: Completed!

MAIN MASTERLIST || HOTCH MASTERLIST || AO3 LINK || PLAYLIST LINK

Summary: You’ve been working for the BAU for almost a year now. You know how you feel about your supervisor, but you also know it’s a lost cause. When the next case the BAU is assigned takes the team to your hometown, will it bring the two of you closer, or rip you apart for good?

General themes/warnings: age-gap (Reader is 23, Hotch is 37), SLOW BURN, mutual pining, eventual smut, some slight BDSM, Dom/Sub undertones, Daddy kink, Sir kink, suicide/suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual assault, PTSD, blood/violence typical for the show, and there will be chapter-specific warnings as well!

(pics of Hotch from @ssahotchnerr y’all go follow them!! they post pics of our fav 🥺)

**means this is an 18+ chapter (containing smut)

One: The word is out on the street that love is looking for you

Two: And the pain you feel is a different kind of pain

Three: Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy

Four: These places and these faces are getting old

Five: What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more

Six: Said “I’m fine” but it wasn’t true

Seven: He could make you see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is

Eight: I had all and then most of you, some and none of you

Nine: He’s thinking of you

Ten: When she fell, she fell in spite of herself

Eleven: I thought, “Heaven can’t help me now.”

Twelve: Honey, Hell is when I fight with you

Thirteen: I can’t talk to you when you’re like this

Fourteen: Everyone looked worse in the light

Fifteen: Makes me wanna know that body like it’s mine**

Sixteen: Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you

Seventeen: We might just get away with it, the altar is my hips**

Eighteen: I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

Nineteen: You’re holding me after everything you found out

Twenty: You know all that, still you stay

Twenty-One: Can you hear me screaming “Please don’t leave me”?

Twenty-Two: I can’t imagine a world with you gone

Twenty-Three: And I was catching my breath

Twenty-Four: Long story short, I survived

Twenty-Five: Touch me gently, like a summer evening breeze**

Twenty-Six: I can see the end, as it begins

Twenty-Seven: Sometimes it’s bad, you know that I notice

Twenty-Eight: I know it’s hard enough to love me

Twenty-Nine: But I woke up in a safehouse singing, “Honey, let’s get married.”**

Thirty: So why do I feel like I’m fooling you?

Thirty-One: He’s a right answer**

Thirty-Two: I hope I never lose you, hope this never ends

Thirty-Three: You have someone that loves you

Thirty-Four: Do you think I’ll be happy?

Thirty-Five: I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

Thirty-Six: I want you to know that I was wrong

Epilogue: I’ll be yours forever, ‘til forever falls apart

Final word count: 108.2k

[mahixa]

im here for the carlando young husbands agenda and soft moment dont mind me dumping this. it just came to mind and like ??? soft ????

its abu dhabi, 2021. lando won a race. finally. lando is basking in the afterglow that comes from winning a race. carlos enters his hotel room. "i said i'll give you a gift when you get your first race win, no?" and then lando sits up and cocks an eyebrow. "i remember. what is it?" and carlos takes out a speaker and his phone. he links up the speaker by bluetooth. a slow dance song resonates through the room and its comfortable. carlos takes lando's hand, dragging him up from the bed and they sway with each other, carlos' arm on lando's waist and lando's hand on carlos' shoulder. they are very very very close. its so tender and fragile. carlos breaks the silence but even that is so soft, he's speaking in a whisper. "this is a playlist of songs that remind me of you, remind me of what i feel for you. i always listen to this when times get hard and we cant see each other bc different teams but i think you deserve to know and i am so happy i can share this with you" and lando gets emotional bc wow race win and this husband of his??? cute??? and then carlos goes "i tried to pick english songs because you are english but i think spanish is better bc it represents my love for u in a more accurate enhanced way. i love u !!!!" and lando is soft aw

they dont know how to dance but theyre swaying under dimmed yellow lights with the night sky and thats perfectly fine for them. they dance until the sun rises and they're both tired and collapse against each other on the bed but the playlist is still playing & theyre filled with love. its a small thing but the meaning makes it so much more. what a way to end a season.

thank you for being a cool space for me to share this headcanon AAAAAA

🥺🥺🥺

what-

hold on a minute. what.

catch me crying. This is so precious! Thank you SO MUCH for sharing this with me, and I am so happy you did. Thank you. This is my comfort headcanon from now on. You are so precious, mwwwuuaaahhh

enjoy the race!!! 🧡

[90ssunsetcurve]

Heartbreak Girl

Pairing: Reggie x fem!reader

Summary: As requested: "i need some reggie fluff please🥺. could you write one where they are best friends and reggie writes a song for her “heartbreak girl” by 5SOS (i saw you have a few imagines based on their songs and loved the idea) cause he helped her to get through the end of a relationship or something in the past. the band plays the song for her (reggie singing it) in the studio and she realizes it’s for her? and after that reggie and reader talk and kiss and you know fluffyyyy"

a\n: Here is the link for the song and if you want to check the other 5SOS based imagine I have, you can read "Good Girls".

Tag List:  @msmarvelsmain ; @lex-the-mess

Reggie checked the clock in between songs. "She is going to be here soon, Reg." Said Luke handing him a water bottle. "She is never that late, that’s all." he shrugged, taking a sip. In perfect timing, you came in, a quieter "hey guys" than normal "Y\N! What's up?" "Oh it's nothing." your bestfriend could always see through you and his face made it obvious he didn't believe it "He called me and asked to meet..." "Please, tell me you didn't go back with that jerk." Alex said from behind his drums. "No, of course not. He wanted to give me back some stuff and his new girlfriend was there and she kept giving me a look. It just feels weird." Reggie’s arms wrapped around you and you heard him sigh. He hated the effect your ex could still have in you and was always there to make you feel better, even when you called him late into the night back when you had broken up, he knew exactly what to say. "I'm okay, Reggie." you assured, hugging him back. "You don't need him." he kissed the top of your head "You deserve better." "I have better," you gave him a smile "I have you." He blushed and smiled back, reminding himself you didn't mean it the way he wished you to. The other guys exchanged a look, they had been trying to convince their friend to tell you how he felt but he insisted it was not the right time yet. "Y\N, why don't you take a seat and we play for you."  suggested Bobby. "We got a new one, a Reggie's original." Luke said, his arms around Reggie's shoulders, squeezing it excitedly. You missed the panicked look the bassist gave him. "Oh my God, did you guys finally include one of his country songs to the playlist?!" "Better than that." Luke told you before whispering "Just give it a shot, man." You cheered loudly as they started. Reggie's voice came out and you smiled, you had loved it since you first heard it. As the lyrics started making sense, so did the way he was looking at you. While he played, his eyes would not get away from the girl who took all of his thoughts the day he wrote that song,  begging you to understand what he meant with it. You could feel your heart skip a beat, you needed to admit that had crossed your mind before, you had a crush on your best friend for years but you never believed it would happen and decided to move on, what led to your heart being broken and you going back to his arms. You were always going back to him, he felt like home. The boy walked in your direction, singing the next part almost desperately waiting for your reaction as you had been frozen in surprise and he didn't know how to read it.

I know someday it's gonna happen And you'll finally forget the day you met him Sometimes I'm so close to confession I gotta get it through your head That you belong with me instead

You finally gave him a smile, followed by a shocked but happy laugh as you ran a hand through your hair. His nervous expression finally replaced by a grin from ear to ear, his voice broke for a second as he went back with his band, this time playing enthusiastically like he usually did.

Hold you tight straight through the daylight I'm right here, when you gonna realise That I'm your cure? Heartbreak girl

The song was over and he was trying to catch his breath. That was the look you loved the most, everytime he finished playing he was so happy, he was sunshine and you wanted to close your eyes and soak into it. You practically jumped from the couch and tossed yourself in his direction, being in his arms had always felt right after all.

[jesses-rp-hub]

T-Toast Me? 🥺

E has submitted themself for some praise!

@coderabbit

Okay, so first off I will admit that we have only talked briefly. BUT there is still plenty to boast about!

Now, let us take a moment to recognize that you have not only taken on a villain character: but one that has not yet gotten the spotlight in HER OWN DEBUT GAME! (( if we do not count Help Wanted, which I won't in this point cause she didn't really appear as a CHARACTER until SB ))

That in itself takes so much dedication and passion for Vanessa's character. Like you presumably saw her character and was like: "I will love her, and give her more care than the canon game did." AND LIKE: YOU FUCKIN GO YOOOO???

Not to mention that Vanessa is a villain character, which I have said before and I'll say it again: Villians can be one of the hardest to run a blog for.

So like mad fuckin respect to you from the get go just under those pretenses. But then you FURTHER show your passion by creating a beautiful and articulated info Carrd.

You have LINKS to your tagged posts with stuff about Vanessa, you have links to a CUSTOM PINTEREST BOARD AND SPOTIFY PLAYLIST. Do I even need to tell you how much that tells me that you are so passionate about this character???

Then there's all of the info in the Carrd itself, I personally love how concise and yet detailed your about page is.

And then there's the characterization you put into your muse, like just from your Carrd I am so hyped to write with you. There is such an awesome energy I feel for how you have presented Vanessa.

TLDR: I have so much respect and admiration for how passionate you seem to be about your chosen muse. And overall you have been so lovely in our passing conversations. I want so badly to talk to and write with you, I just need to stop being so shy ;v;

[chaelins]

yes, the doc is so good! thankfully on youtube (i would put a link but i fear tumblr eating the ask - there’s an in-order playlist on the TWICE channel tho!!!) and all free (unlike some groups i love, who have movies / docs you have to pay to see / watch based on the platform it’s on, if it’s on streaming services at all 😔 ), and absolutely heart-wrenching (to Me… skjdfkjhdf) but it’s so interesting to see a more personal side.

to sidetrack a little, it’s why i love hit the road and inside svt from seventeen! i love seeing what they go through, because while i always always always admire them (as in idols, not just seventeen) and know not everything is shown, having even the tiniest bit of insight to how exhausting it is and how hard they work is so nice because you can fully appreciate their efforts

i genuinely love twice so much so we’re gonna be like 🤝 talking in circles about them! nayeon and sana are 2/6 ults in all of kpop for me, it’s crazy how much i adore them. they’re so special and sweet and i hope they know how much we love them and their efforts, even when they make mistakes or are going through tough times

i’m also going to be baking on my time off!! gingerbread, haystacks (with potato sticks instead of chow mein, it’s butterscotch and peanut butter mixture (way more butterscotch) poured over the sticks & mixed, and then dropped. they look like haystacks, this the name), and buckeyes (like… reeses… but a ball.. idk LOL but i’ve made them since childhood so i hold them near and dear)

i also reorganized my family’s gift bag / tissue paper / wrapping paper bins (there’s two), because looking for bags to put my presents in was a nightmare, but they’re nice and neat now! it won’t last but it felt nice to do something for my parents

i hope you’re well today <333

—💗🧡🎁

HIIIII omg i feel like i have a proper moment to think to answer. weekends always go by so quick in a blur for me!

that's exactly why i love docs too. it all started in 2020 with the bp doc on netflix and that helped me get eyes into the industry, and then from there watching more about the trainees, idol shows, etc. idols are some of the most dedicated people to their craft i've ever seen, and it makes me admire them even more like you said! they really want this and they feel so honored to have fans that go so hard for them, they always want to give their best. it makes me really emotional when they talk about it actually 🥺 and i like docs/interviews/etc that let you see beyond the stage idol and about them. and the bond the groups have, that's so important to me too. i love time to twice to see the girls like that 🥰😭 i know i always recognize nayeon is sooo hard on herself for any mistaks and i'm like noooo baby girl let me protect you!

organizing is always what i have to do first anywhere. i'll probably end up doing it to our collection when i started wrapping gifts, and then cleaning the kitchen too for baking LOL i love haystacks actually! that sounds sooo yummy. pb cookies with hersheys kisses, snickerdoodles, and chocolate dipped pb ritz are usually my staple sweets i make for the holidays. i love doing all the holiday activities to be in the spirit, even if it feels like it crept up on me this year!

hope your day is lovely angel 💕💕💕

[thechaosmuses]

I'm not sure if I've said it before or not but music is like a love language for me- so, on that note, if anyone wants a Spotify playlist for our ship, whether romantic, platonic, familial, lemme know and I'll happily make one 🥺 If I can get the collaborator link to work we can both add songs but if not you can always just send me songs that make you think of our ship(s) and I can add them 🖤 Also, once we find the song that is the song for our ship, it can be the tag name we use for them 🥺

[backhurtyy]

No worries about not answering the one ask, it’s fine! I’m feeling somewhat better now, still not great but it’s not a constant thing anymore, but I am still going to get it checked out. The pain died down and got replaced with gender dysphoria which. Weird but I’ll take it. Also I’m surprised that you are awake rn? Usually I send asks this late cause of my piss poor sleeping schedule and I don’t get a response until the next day. Also plEase drop the Spotify link. I want to listen I need more playlist and if I can be angsty about Viktor I absolutely will. The sister parallels, me and my sister are distant now when we used to basically read each other’s minds just cause we got older and shit happens but 😩 ugh sisters in media. Thank you for thinking of me and saying you believe in me and everything 🥺 it really goes a long way bestie, I genuinely appreciate it. Know that I think about you too and I hope all the good things are coming to you, you deserve it. Including seeing your gf, idk what the counters at now but it’s coming- 🤍

i’m glad you’re feeling better right now!!!! a little bit of improvement is always better than none, imo. still i hope you can figure some treatment out when you go to the doctor!!! also gender can square up. i’ll fight it off with a stick 🤺

and here’s my viktor playlist! i’m still adding to it and stuff but i’m pretty happy with it so far so hopefully you like it

shit happens w sisters…. yeah. i completely feel that. ‘nough said.

ALSO. THIRTY ONE DAYS. THIRTY. FUCKING. ONE.