#don’t send hate to this person plssss

[fruitybowl]

What did bro do to him 😭

[tender-rosiey]

MORE HUSBAND!SUKUNA PLSSSS (not forcing TvT) (not modern-)

tough love — ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

a/n: okay but like imagine living in a palace with this guy

your husband is sweet, but not in the traditional sense.

when you think of sweet, you think of nights spent with hushed whispers and mutual giggles, you think of flowers at your doorstep every single day.

you don’t think of a 7 foot something man, with the biggest scowl on his face, staring at you in the early morning and scaring the heebie-jeebies out of you.

but he is still sweet.

despite the blood staining his hands and his manic grin doing such acts, the same hands have the ability to hold you as gently as one would stroke a flower’s petal.

they’re able to cradle you and carry you to bed and tuck you in. sure, there is no goodnight kiss, but that’s because he doesn’t leave. when you rest, your husband stays awake on the look to make sure that no harm comes to you.

he is rough with what he does. still, you feel happiness about to overflow when, for example, he gets you jewelry he believes would suit you.

add to that, the fact that he personally puts them on you. you remember that one time he got back from his endeavor—terrorizing yet another village—and he greeted you with a box painted with gold and wrapped in velvet.

you took the box from his hands and opened. it revealed a very exquisite anklet with jewels of your favorite color. they are organized in a matter that you distinctly remember telling your husband about and how pretty that is to you.

you looked up to him giddily, “so you do pay attention!”

he takes the anklet from the box, grumbling, “shut up,” and despite his harsh tone and words, he kneels and puts the anklet on you. it’s a bit hard, considering his big hands and long nails, but he manages. he pulls back with a smirk, and you examine the anklet on your leg.

“I like it.”

“of course, you do; I chose it.”

he is an ass, but that same guy takes care of you when you’re sick—somehow. when news had spread that you’ve fallen ill, you expected that your husband would simply send the maids to your aid and the doctors to ensure your rapid and swift recovery.

instead, what you saw was the figure of your—scary—husband stood at your door. you peek from under the covers, a cough escaping your lips, “how can I help you, husband?”

he frowns down at you, “you look like shit.”

you start laughing, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit—his frown deepens—, “well—obviously! I am sick,” you try to get a look of what’s behind him, “where are the maids and doctors?”

he sits on the bed, right by your side, and rests a hand on your forehead, “I am not letting their filthy hands touch you,” a sigh threatens to escape him, when he feels your temperature, “you’re foolish.”

you huff, “I can’t control how sick I get, you know!”

“well, you could’ve avoided this, if you had listened to me when I told you not to play in the rain.”

the memory brings a dopey smile to your face.

the rain was falling freely but gently. the wind was blowing just right. and your husband was watching you, under the door frames so he doesn’t get wet. he called for you, of course, but you’re a free spirit and wanted to enjoy the outdoors a bit more.

you’re never confided in the walls of the palace, but it’s nice to feel like a rebel every once in a while even if it ends up with you being sick in bed.

he sees the little kick of your feet, “but, it was fun, right? I even managed to get you to stand in the rain with me!”

yes, he did, in the end and after much whining, go in the rain with you. he was simply standing there, but it’s the thought that counts, right? and because he is the king of curses, he didn’t get sick, but he did get stuck taking care of you.

it’s a win in his book—even if he hates seeing you all frail like that—but he would never tell you that.

he shoves a cup of water to your lips, and grumbles, “shut up and drink.”

your goes up to hold the cup, but his glare makes you slowly lower them back down. you get the memo that he wants to take care of you, to the fullest. he slowly helps you drink all of the water.

so you relax the entire night, letting him nurse you back to health. he is a bit clumsy throughout it, and you understand it’s because he never truly cared for someone before nor did someone care for him in a way so tender and gentle.

you think it’s cute: his determination mixed with a hint of roughness and cluelessness.

you want to giggle and chuckle at some of the things he does like how he was confused about which medicine you were supposed to take and at what hour.

or like how—despite his enormous strength—he was unable to take the cover of the bottle of herbs off, but you’re sure he would either glare at you or leave you to suffer alone for an hour.

so yeah, he stays with you the entire time you’re sick, night and day, never leaving your chambers. even when he needed something like medicine or a wet cloth, he would send the maids.

he stays by your side till you’re back to your feet with a smile on your face.

and when you’re dinning on the very long and gigantic table, you look intently at your husband’s face. he reminds you of something with his permanent scowl and grumpily attitude.

he notices your gaze and groans, “what is it now?”

you gasp as you finally come to the long awaited realization.

a tiger.

your husband is a tiger, one hell of a grumpy tiger.

“your face looks stupider than usual; what’s up with you now?”

an asshole tiger.

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[miley1442111]

(part 1) before his choice- a.donaldson

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a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

this is like the prelude to the other stuff but i get that it's confusing that it's coming out later- i didn't think i'd turn this into a series so i didn't exactly have a plan, sorry :)

this is 18+, mdni plssss

summary: how it was before art ruined your relationship

pairing: art donaldson x reader

warnings: smuttttt, 18+, piv using protection (don't be silly, wrap it), oral (f receiving), cute couple moments

(i think that's it but pls tell me if i forgot anything:)

Part 1 of 12

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“There goes Stanford’s favourite couple!” Megan rolled her eyes playfully. Art had his arms draped around your shoulders as you walked around campus as the sun set. Art chuckled and flipped her off, smirking as you laughed. Megan had been your roommate in your first year and you’d been best friends ever since.

You and Art were Stanford’s favourite couple. You were tennis prodigies, both extremely talented and both of you were friends with basically everyone. Everyone was always rooting for the two of you, apparently there was a fan page dedicated to your relationship. 

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“How was practice with Tash?” He asked, his arms circling your waist as you leant against the wall, waiting in line in the canteen. 

“Fine, she’s getting better,” You shrugged. Tashi had never been able to beat you, but she was getting better.

“She’s not going to beat you,” He smirked, pressing kisses against your cheeks.

“She’s really good!” You giggled, feeling his hands squeeze your waist harder. “I wouldn’t mind, maybe then she wouldn’t hate me.”

“Tashi doesn’t hate you,” he shook his head. He knew it was a semi-lie, Tashi didn't like loosing. You were the only person capable of making her loose.

“She doesn’t like me Art, it’s fine, I don’t mind,” you sighed. “Anyway, enough tennis, what are we doing tonight?”

Art smirked. “We have that party-”

You groaned. Art always wanted to go out, then leave early. In your opinion, why not just cut out the middleman and go straight to your dorm? “Art, what is the point?”

“You look hot in dresses,” He shrugged and chuckled as you playfully hit him on the arm. “Come on, it’ll be fun! We can dance and hang out with our friends.”

You rolled your eyes at the way he’s pretending it’s a choice. “It’s not like I have a choice, I picked date night last time.” 

“Exactly, so we’re going,” he grinned and you cupped his cheek, kissing him heavily. He was so beautiful, what else were you supposed to do? You pulled away quickly and moved up in the line, beginning to order both your lunches. You drove Art insane sometimes. Your pretty tennis skirts, your sweet lips on his, you. 

He did recognise that his brain was still stuck in the gutter like a teenage boy when it came to sex. He didn’t seem to mind much though. 

He placed his hand on your ass as you ordered for the both of you and he saw how you gulped.

Maybe he wasn’t the only one who’s head was in the gutter. 

You collected your food and sat at a table together, enjoying the canteen food.

“You’ll wear the red dress, right?” He asked. It was his favourite colour, and the colour of the college that the two of you would be representing. 

“No, Nike sent over something for me to wear, I think it’s purple,” you shrugged. Your partnership with Nike meant at every event you went to, you were representing them. That meant they were often sending you new things. 

“Purple?” He questioned.

“Yeah, like plum-y purple,” you shrugged. 

“Can’t wait,” he winked at you and you kicked him under the table. 

Tonight was going to be a long night. 

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You finished styling your hair as Art walked into your dorm, baby blue shirt and some black formal trousers on, his blonde curls looking particularly beautiful. The dress Nike had sent over was beautiful, Art’s jaw dropped when he saw you. 

You were gorgeous. 

“Hey baby,” You smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his stunned cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He stated. You chuckled at him as his hands gripped your waist, making you look at him. “You’re so, so beautiful.”

“You look handsome,” You smiled, smoothing out his collar. “Ready to go?”

“We’re not going anywhere,” he decided, lust-filled eyes staring into yours before he pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss. 

You kissed back immediately, your hands running through his curls. You probably had a ‘thing’ for his hair. His hands smoothed up the expanse of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. This is what he was, passionate, loving, and a little bit possessive. He radiated heat, his chest against your as he pushed you against the wall, his lips never leaving yours. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips as your hands dipped lower, going directly for his trousers zipper. 

“So are you,” you smiled, kissing him again. His hands found the zipper at the back of your dress, letting it fall to the floor at your feet. You unzipped him then started working on his shirt buttons, both of you forgetting about the party. 

His hands quickly pulled at your bra and underwear, leaving you bare as he stripped himself, thanking his past self for keeping a stock of condoms in your bedside table. He leaned over, quickly grabbing one and opening it with his teeth, sheathing his hard cock as you looked at him under you. He met your glazed eyes, lustfully looking at him, a soft smile on your face. 

You were so beautiful. 

You sank down on him, never quite used to the stretch he provided. “Fuck,” you moaned out. 

His eyes rolled back as you buried him inside of you. His hands gripped your waist, the faint remnants of bruises left from earlier in the week, when he was in this exact position. He pulled your face down to his as you started moving and started kissing up and down your neck between moans. He changed the position slightly, thrusting up into you to reach the gummy spot inside of you that made you scream out for him.

“God,” he groaned. “Fuck… f-fuck.”

You felt so good around him, it was one of his favourite feelings, the absolute euphoria of having your wrapped around him, using him to get yourself off.  

“You’re so good,” you whined breathlessly. “So good.”

Your voice and moans spurred him on, he loved your voice. He loved everything about you. 

“You gonna cum?” He whined, thrusting up into you. You nodded, bouncing on him harder as you began reaching your climax. He felt you tighten around him and he gasped, trying to not cum so quickly. 

“I’m c-cumming,” You groaned in his ear and he was a goner. He cupped your cheek, hap-harzardly kissing you to swallow the scream that was bound to leave his lips. You gripped his hips to still his uncoordinated and subscious thrusts as you both came down from your highs. 

Art still wasn’t done, he needed to taste you. “Let me taste it, please?” He begged, pulling himself out of you. “Please?”

“Art, we’re already late,” you reminded him through your sex-fueled haze. 

“Please, just let me kiss it,” he begged, kissing down your body, his fingers finding your sopping core. You moaned at the contact and nodded, a meek ��please’ leaving your lips. 

That was all the confirmation Art needed. He latched his lips onto your clit, drawing out moan after moan. His fingers pumped in and out of you slowly, paying special attention to your g-spot. His tongue sucked over your over-sensitive clit and brought you to another two orgasms, not being able to stop himself from humping the bed in his enchanted state. He loved how you tasted, he couldn’t get enough of it, he never wanted to. If he could spend his days between your legs he would. 

After you came for the third time that night, he connected your lips again and smiled at you. “Thank you.”

Your fucked-out face was truly a sight to behold, and he had the pleasure of seeing it whenever he pleased. 

“Come on, we have a party to go to,” He smirked and you whined as he cleaned you up by running three fingers through your soaking core and licking them clean. 

He appreciated the new marks on your neck that he had created as you slowly got up. You dressed yourself in the beautiful dress once again, fixing your hair and makeup, then spraying yourself with some more perfume, attempting to cover the smell of sex. 

As you sat in the passenger seat of his car, he thought about how perfect you were, his hand in yours as he drove you to the party. 

Little did he know that this party would lead to the beginning of the end of your relationship.

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art donaldson masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games, challengers :)

[ctubbolvr]

Heyoooo so could u spoil the rest (so far) of cs for me plssss. Like I would read it but I feel like it would ruin the entire fic for me because I'd have to force myself to and that's not fun -.-

Ended at the scene where Ranboo goes to Fundy's flat and Fundy's like "Hey! Here's your tragic backstory!" And Ranboo's like "oh fuck *has a breakdown*"

This is also me giving u a chance to yap about cs so add as many details, hcs and personal opinions as you'd like, :)

my time to shine :D

i’m probably just going to give out the main plot points that happened then on, just because if i said every little thing that happens we would be here literally all day because towards the end the chapters get very long so!

if you don’t want spoilers for cs, look away !!!!

okay, the main chapters to talk about are chapter 28 and 30 the rest are less plot driven and more just fillers, almost. lots happen, but not much to talk about like the big two !

28:

the chapter starts out with ranboo talking to dream about photography and shit, nothing out of the ordinary, and it’s pretty short! at least that scene is. and then he and tubbo have plans to go to a diner later in the evening, and while ranboo is finding clothes, he spots a skirt that he thinks is niki’s. he considers wearing it, which makes the chapter mostly about identity + gay shit ! (more on identity later, not just this bit) and he tells niki he thinks it got mixed up in his closet, and then asks about pronouns and niki is revealed to go by she/xe, and she lends ranboo a skirt to wear and he kind of loves it. it’s a very sweet scene :) and then he goes to pick up tubbo and tubbo’s kind of first reaction is to tell him he looks pretty, which ranboo says he’s not used to, and tubbo says he’ll make sure he’s used to it (i fucking hate gay people /j) then, they go to the diner, order food, have some banter, and tubbo has, in his words, a “realization”, which is probably when he realized he’s gay for ranboo! and he calls ranboo pretty again. the 2nd time that night. and ranboo says some gay stuff about how pretty tubbo looks to himself, as well, because of course he would. and they go to the train tracks nearby, and ranboo explains the whole memory loss thing to tubbo. dream calls him, and tubbo asks him not to answer. so, ranboo doesn’t. and then you have my personal favorite scene of the entire fic i’ve had multiple emotional breakdowns about.

when the sunsets, tubbo points it out, and ranboo comments that it’s pretty.

and here’s the line that literally gets me crying all the fucking time; “beside him, the sun says, “so are you.”” he drives him back home and tubbo falls asleep in the car.

ranboo goes home and proceeds to take a quiz. “do i have feelings for my best friend?” which sends him to find out about being aromantic, and being queerplatonic. that’s the second part of the identity part of the chapter. ranboo realizes he’s aro :) that was the part i knew you’d love lmao

and now, the storm, because that was the calm.

in chapter 30, it is new years. around 2-3 in the morning, can’t remember, and ranboo is still awake. dream shows up at his door, and tells him they’re going somewhere. ranboo doesn’t question it (maybe because it’s so early) and puts out food for springerle and grabs the necessities. they drive to a hotel, and dream tells him not to worry about paying because he never told him they’d be going there.

dream leaves ranboo alone in the hotel room for HOURS, which has ranboo panicking the whole time, thinking he could be dead, and having an emotional breakdown when dream gets back. he gets comforted, they play some video games, and then they’re on the road

dream is driving, and he tells ranboo to go to sleep because it’ll be a really long drive and they’re stuck in traffic. ranboo has nothing better to do, so he closes his eyes. there’s also a storm.

it’s very creepy. there are voices, beckoning him to come and saying things like “we have your parents” “we have god” “come join us” and ranboo immediately wakes up in fear. dream tells him to go back to sleep. and he does. and the voices don’t stop. they never do. they keep mentioning god, especially, which will make more sense in a moment! he feels hands on him, tugging him down. they also say “come down here we don’t love you nowhere does” and it’s all very eerie. ranboo wakes up once more, to dream asking what he’s dreaming about because he’s muttering about smoke, and there are scratches on his arms. dream insists on him sleeping to “get more information”

this time, they’re still talking about how they have god. they have his entire life. they have his future lover. his future life. how they stole his smoke, his voice, his music— the stars — and ranboo, in his dream, is screaming back and saying he doesn’t want to go.

“YOU ARE A COMET” and they mention stars, and black holes (more on that) and let sleeping comets die (foreshadowing)

and ranboo is freaking out in his dream, begging for it to stop, and it doesn’t. and it describes tubbo, mentions the diner and smoke and brown hair. the hands are still on him, pulling him down.

there’s a black hole. a lid over it, closing the iris of an eye. which takes him to “THAT WAS NEVER MY NAME” all of the writing that is supposed to be a voice is frantic and mostly misspelled and some are in all caps (usually ranboo, but the voices too) “GOD IS AN IRIS” and he is wondering where fundy is

and he can’t breathe and they’re calling him a rabbit, a baby comet, an iris

he has blood underneath his fingernails when he wakes up, and dream asks him what he saw.

dream swerves and ranboo hits his head on the dashboard . ranboo feels like he’s going insane. dream is holding the collar of his shirt tightly.

and this is where all hell breaks loose.

ranboo says there was a black hole and he thinks he killed it. dream swerves and ranboo hits his head against the window. he says something like “not again, we’re not doing this again.” ranboo doesn’t remember having this happen before.

dream starts screaming about how he should forget. he always forgets. that he’s still dreaming about the black hole. ranboo says it needs him. dream continues screaming.

then, ranboo says; “it’s god, isn’t it? that’s me. i’m… i’m god.”

dream slams his head against the dashboard. he yells, “NO! you aren’t god. do you understand me? you aren’t god. you’re some delusional fucking kid. and you need me. you’re nothing without me.”

and then, dream says “do you think you’re getting out of this alive?”

he slams his head against the dashboard AGAIN. he’s screaming about how he (ranboo) should’ve stayed in the mental hospital.

ranboo thinks that no one will see him or dream ever again. he calls it “one of the best days in history”

dream rambles about it was “supposed to be tommy” and that his family ruined it.

dream mentions tubbo and how he would’ve hated ranboo. ranboo whispers “we were gonna get married.” “what?” “he called me pretty.”

we’re given the information that when ranboo was 15, with a new name and no family, on withdrawal from anti psychotics, he had been walking for days straight with nowhere to go, reaching an overpass, he caused a collision of cars. one unconscious, and one wide awake. dream was awake. he almost killed him. if only it worked.

and how dream bought him his first camera and how they’d meet in a park. how he left for a while and ranboo was waiting for him.

dream says no one will go looking for him.

dream swerves and ranboo unbuckles his seatbelt to slam on the breaks, because he is going to try and kill both dream and himself so neither of them get out of this alive.

when the car stops spinning, ranboo grabs something smaller than a gun from the glovebox, while dream gets out of the car. he drops the gun on accident. he feels something cut him.

dream has a fistful of his hair, a switchblade, and is holding him down against the pavement. ranboo passes out.

three days go by, where he’s asleep. he wakes up to being all bandaged up.

he’s confused. he has a text from tubbo saying “EXCITED 2 C U”

he won’t see him. but he also has a multitude of texts from dream. i won’t go much into detail, but the overall message is; “you made me kill myself and i wanted you to live with that guilt.”

he has a breakdown, of course, because telling an anxiety ridden psychotic 17 year old that he’s the reason you killed yourself probably isn’t the best way to do things!!!!

he goes to sapnap and george after his little breakdown, and they tell him he’s not dead at all. he’s in jail.

but, regardless, here’s the whole parallel i told u you’d fucking hate ^___^ “and he wants dream to hug him again, and he wants dream back so badly, he needs dream back he needs him he needs him why did he leave him—“ “ranboo loved dream. dream was his boss, and dream was his tutor, and dream was his friend, and dream was everything he had, and now he’s gone”

he goes to a park and it’s basically midnight, or at least VERY late. tubbo calls him. he doesn’t know what he’s saying. he doesn’t hear anything.

eventually, though, he hears him ask for him to say something because ranboo hasn’t said a word since he picked up. and the only words he can muster up is “‘m a white dwarf.” and of course, tubbo is pretty confused. he’s also drunk, so. (a white dwarf is a dead/dying star…)

he goes back to his apartment, and the last thing it says in the chapter is;

“in the quiet of his bedroom, body and mind equally broken, ranboo beloved becomes a black dwarf.” (black dwarfs are theoretically white dwarfs minus the light and heat if i remember right)

[feyresdaughter]

A Court of Frost and Starlight, chapter Four - Six:

Though Rhys and Azriel still instructed me whenever they could, though I truly loved to fly, the thought of exposing sensitive wings to the cold made me shiver.

RHYS AND AZRIEL STILL INSTRUCT HER

As High Lady, I hosted weekly open audiences with Rhys at the House of Wind. The requests ranged from the small—a faelight lamppost was broken—to the complicated—could we please stop importing goods from other courts because it impacted local artisans. Some were issues Rhys had dealt with for centuries now, but he never acted like he had. No, he listened to each petitioner, asked thorough questions, and then sent them on their way with a promise to send an answer to them soon. It had taken me a few sessions to get the hang of it—the questions he used, the way he listened. He hadn’t pushed me to step in unless necessary, had granted me the space to figure out the rhythm and style of these audiences and begin asking questions of my own. And then begin writing replies to the petitioners, too. Rhys personally answered each and every one of them. And I now did, too.

Please how can people hate Rhys 😭 look at this sweetheart

Velaris was by no means poor, its people mostly cared for, the buildings and streets well kept. My sister, it seemed, had managed to find the only thing relatively close to a slum.

I wanna live in Velaris plssss

I hadn’t been surprised two days ago when Rhys had handed me a piece of paper and asked if there was anything else I would like to add to it. On the paper had been a list of charities that he donated to around Solstice-time, everything from aiding the poor, sick, and elderly to grants for young mothers to start their own businesses. I’d added only two items, both to societies that I’d heard about through my own volunteering: donations to the humans displaced by the war with Hybern, as well as to Illyrian war widows and their families. The sums we allocated were sizable, more money than I’d ever dreamed of possessing. Once, all I had wanted was enough food, money, and time to paint. Nothing more. I would have been content to let my sisters wed, to remain and care for my father. But beyond my mate, my family, beyond being High Lady— the mere fact that I now lived here, that I could walk through an entire artists’ quarter whenever I wished …

The faerie only inclined her head. “Lady.” I fumbled for words, for something High Lady– ish and yet accessible, and came up empty. Came up so empty that I blurted, “It’s snowing.” As if the drifting veils of white could be anything else. The faerie inclined her head again. “It is.” She smiled at the sky, snow catching in her inky hair. “A fine first snow at that.”

Pls Feyre is so adorable and I love Ressina 😭

She gestured to me with a hand, the motion effortlessly graceful. “Rumor has it that you’re a fine artist. I can think of many uses for the space.”

HELL YEAH SHE IS RUMORS ARE RIGHT

The faerie shrugged with one shoulder. “Well, whether you are or aren’t, you needn’t go skulking around here. Every door is open to you, you know.” - “As High Lady?” I dared ask. “As one of us,” she said simply. The words settled in, strange and yet like a piece I had not known was missing. An offered hand I had not realized how badly I wanted to grasp.

“We remember it, you know,” Ressina said quietly, drawing my stare away. But her attention had landed on the rubble behind us, on the boarded-up studio, on the street, as if she, too, could see through the snow to the blood that had run between the cobblestones. “That you came for us that day.”I didn’t know what to do with my body, my hands, so I opted for stillness. Ressina met my stare at last, her ochre eyes bright. “We keep away to let you have your privacy, but don’t think for one moment that there isn’t a single one of us who doesn’t know and remember, who isn’t grateful that you came here and fought for us.”

Mor nudged me with an elbow, though her brown eyes gleamed . “And will Varian be joining us, do you think?” I snorted. “When I asked her yesterday, she hedged.” - “I think that means yes. Or he’ll at least be visiting her.” I smiled at the thought, and pulled Mor along to the next display window, pressing against her side for warmth .

Pleas I love besties Feyre and Mor walking through the snow together and gossiping

We eased through the densely packed heart of the Palace, passing beneath a latticework of faelights just beginning to twinkle awake overhead. From a slumbering, quiet place inside me, the painting name flitted by. Frost and Starlight.

I LOVE TITLES IN BOOKS

I was curled up on the bed, toasty and drowsy atop the layers of blankets and down quilts, when Rhys finally returned home as dusk fell. I’d barely managed ten pages before Rhys opened the bedroom door. His Illyrian leathers gleamed with melted snow, and more of it shone on his dark hair and wings as he quietly shut the door. “Right where I left you.”

Hehehe I love them

I rolled my eyes and sat up. “Did you at least eat?” He shrugged , his dark shirt straining across his broad shoulders. “I’m fine.” His gaze slid over my bare legs as I pushed back the covers. Heat bloomed in me, but I shoved my feet into slippers. “I’ll get you food.” - “I don’t want—” - “When did you last eat?” A sullen silence. “I thought so.” I hauled a fleece-lined robe around my shoulders. “Wash up and change. We’re leaving in forty minutes. I’ll be back soon.” He tucked in his wings, the faelight gilding the talon atop each one. “You don’t need to—” - “I want to, and I’m going to.” With that, I was out the door and padding down the cerulean-blue hallway. Five minutes later, Rhys held the door open for me wearing nothing but his undershorts as I strode in, tray in my hands. “Considering that you brought the entire damn kitchen,” he mused as I headed for the desk, still not anywhere near dressed for our visit , “I should have just gone downstairs.”

MOTHERhen mode actived. She's so mother omg

He set down his fork, his mouth twitching toward a smile. “Feyre.” I crossed my arms. “No one is too busy to eat.” - “You’re fussing.” - “It’s my job to fuss. And besides, you fuss plenty. Over far more trivial things.” - “Your cycle isn’t trivial.” - “I was in a little bit of pain—” - “You were thrashing on the bed as if someone had gutted you.” - “And you were acting like an overbearing mother hen.” - “I didn’t see you screaming at Cassian, Mor, or Az when they expressed concern for you.” - “They didn’t try to spoon -feed me like an invalid!” Rhys chuckled, finishing off his food.

The amount of serotonin these scenes are giving me

Even Madja, Rhys’s favored healer, could do little for the pain short of rendering me unconscious. There had been a point during that week when I’d debated it, the pain slicing from my back and stomach down to my thighs, up to my arms, like living bands of lightning flashing through me. My cycle had never been pleasant as a human, and there had indeed been days when I couldn’t get out of bed. It seemed that in being Made, the amplification of my attributes hadn’t stopped at strength and Fae features. Not at all. Mor had little to offer me beyond commiseration and ginger tea. At least it was only twice a year, she’d consoled me. That was two times too many, I’d managed to groan to her.

Feyre having the worst flow considering she started her period during poverty makes so much sense

“I cannot forgive anyone who made you suffer.” Cold, brutal words, spoken with such casual grace.

Same Rhysie. Feyre defense squad unite

“I don’t think anyone would mind.” - “I’d mind. And I like privacy, anyway. The last thing I want is Amren standing behind me, critiquing my work as I go.” Rhys chuckled. “Amren can be dealt with.” - “I’m not sure you and I are talking about the same Amren, then.”

Rhysie just wants Feyre to be happy and paint. 🥺 And the Amren comment, so true

“You were born on the longest night of the year.” His fingers again stroked down my back. Lower. “You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning.”

He pressed a kiss to my stomach, right over my navel. “Have I told you about that first time you winnowed and tackled me into the snow?” I smacked his shoulder , the muscle beneath hard as stone. “That’s your thought for a thought?” He smiled against my stomach, his fingers still exploring, coaxing. “You tackled me like an Illyrian. Perfect form, a direct hit. But then you lay on top of me, panting. All I wanted to do was get us both naked.” - “Why am I not surprised?” Yet I threaded my fingers through his hair. The fabric of my dressing gown was barely more than cobwebs between us as he huffed a laugh onto my belly. I hadn’t bothered putting on anything beneath. “You drove me out of my mind. All those months. I still don’t quite believe I get to have this. Have you.”

Someone please tell Rhysie it's real

“ I love you,” he breathed. “More than life, more than my territory, more than my crown.

And this is why acofas is superior, amen

My core pounded, sister to my thunderous heartbeat, the need to have him buried inside me, to have him— As if in mockery of those twin beats within me, a knocking rattled the bedroom door. “Just so you’re aware ,” Mor chirped from the other side, “we do have to go soon.” Rhys let out a low growl that skittered over my skin, his hair slipping over his brow as he turned his head toward the door. Nothing but predatory intent in his glazed eyes. “We have thirty minutes,” he said with remarkable smoothness. “And it takes you two hours to get dressed,” Mor quipped through the door. A sly pause. “And I’m not talking about Feyre.”

MOR COCKBLOCKING FEYSAND IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS OKAY

I slumped against the pillows and breathed deep, cooling the need that coursed through me. Water gurgled in the bathing room, followed by a soft yelp. I wasn’t the only one in need of cooling, it seemed. Indeed, when I strode into the bathing room a few minutes later, Rhys was still cringing as he washed himself in the tub. A dip of my fingers into the soapy water confirmed my suspicions: it was ice-cold.

Thehehehe

MOR POV

“High Lord.” The words came out of her without thought. And her voice, the voice she used here … Not her own. Never her own, never down here with them in the darkness. Mor kept her voice just as cold and unforgiving as she corrected, “To what do we owe this pleasure, High Lord.”

Ysy girly, tell that bastard

A subtle nudge of Feyre’s hand against her own drew her out, away from that bloody clearing just over the border of the Autumn Court. Mor threw her High Lady a grateful glance, which Feyre smartly ignored, already returning her attention to the conversation. Never having taken her focus off it in the first place. Feyre had fallen into the role of mistress of this horrible city with far more ease than she had. Clad in a sparkling onyx gown, the crescent-moon diadem atop her head, her friend looked every part the imperious ruler. As much a part of this place as the twining, serpentine beasts carved and etched everywhere

I love POV where others admire Feyre, it's my favorite thing

“And how does your father’s court fare, Eris?” A mild, bored question from Feyre. His amber eyes held nothing but distaste. A roaring filled Mor’s head at that look. She could barely hear his drawled answer. Or Rhys’s reply.

Me when Mor

Hell, she’d even snapped a few of the Steward’s bones this spring— after Rhys had shattered his arms into uselessness. Had been glad to do it, after what Keir had said to Feyre, and then delighted when her mother had banished her from their private quarters.

Another person she’d one day kill. If Feyre and Rhys didn’t do it first. It didn’t matter what Tamlin had done in the war, if he’d brought Beron and the human forces with him. If he’d played Hybern. It was another day, another female lying on the ground , that Mor would not forget, could not forgive.

YESSSS KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH MOR

Her red gown flowing behind her, Mor turned her back on him, on the smirking heir to Autumn, and followed her High Lord and Lady through the darkness and back into the light.

So powerful omg

[lqfiles]

i left for a month and come back to this… 😬😬 i genuinely never thought i’d see hate asks on your page 😭😭😭 but anyways im sure u dont really mind them i mean its hard to take them seriously behind anonymous

im sooo sorry i havent been able to send anything :( school is so hard and i’ve barely slept bc of exams and stuff i’ve been meaning to catch up but 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i couldnt im so sorry

how’s been life treating u? i hope you’re doing great w school and stuff :3 plssss tell me all abt it i’ve missed u sm (sorry if that sounds weird)

- 🐣 anon

omg hiii don’t worry it’s barely hate just some person a little heated, idrc

i’m sorry to hear that :((( i hope you get to rest more and i’m glad that you’re putting life first!!! hopefully school will become easier for you and i’m rooting for you too ^^

life is been alright, i’m on my little easter break rn so i’m literally doing nothing but school is going alright !! nothing much has happened honestly 😭 but awwwe thats so sweet i missed you too i mean it!! and doesn’t sound weird i find it flattering actually ily <3

[vhagarlovebot]

aemond x reader with that one line rhaenyra says to daemon “im right here uncle the object of your ire” plssss <3 enemies to lovers trope maybe if you can ♡

you and aemond used to be close when you were kids. that was until the dreadful event between him and your brothers that made him lost his eye changed everything. from then on he always made sure to show how much he despised you.

at first you tried to make things go back to the way they were before all that happened, but it was useless. however, he still had a special place in your heart. no matter what he did or said to hurt you, you couldn’t really hate him.

it was the hatred between your families what finally drove you apart. you learnt to hate him. you buried all the fond memories of your childhood deep in your mind, a place you use to visit late at night, when you wish for the time to go back; something you would never admit out loud.

after ten years away from king’s landing, you are not happy to be back. the last time you were here everything went to hell. all you wish is for things to go well, or at least without any drama. but you are too naive, when will you ever learn?

it’s caos. and you’re in the middle, just like ten years ago, trying to stop a fight, trying to make things right. but, once again, it all ends with someone being pushed to the ground.

despite your mother orders, you don’t go to your chambers, instead choosing to go after the one person that still haunts you at night.

aemond doesn’t need to turn around to know you followed him, standing a few feet way.

“leave, i do not want to hear a thing you have to say.” he speaks with such disgust it makes your blood boil.

you want a reaction from him, to show you he still cares, to show you anything. deep down you know—hope—he doesn’t really hate you. you know all of this has to do with that awful night and for who your father is. you real father.

“i’m right here, uncle,” you say breathily as he slowly turns around, a smirk on his face. “the object of your ire.” with shaky legs you take a step forward, and then another. you can see the fight going on in his head just by looking at how his expression falters, fists clenching and lips parting. “if you wish to end this—to hurt my family, do it.” you reach for the dagger hanging beneath your coat, throwing it to the ground in front of him, the sapphire embedded in it shinning under the flames of the few torches around you. he looks at the object longer than normal and you know what he’s thinking; he gifted you that dagger on your tenth nameday.

aemond lifts his gaze and the intensity in it sends shivers down your spine. with two long strides he’s in front of you, his chest touching yours as he breathes heavily. he doesn’t speak or breaks the eye contact, and you feel embarrassed because you’re sure he can hear how loud your heart is beating, all because of him. aemond reaches for the leather eyepatch and you stop breathing as he slowly removes it.

and the moment you see the sapphire, everything falls back into place. he doesn’t need to say anything, and neither do you, to know the meaning of it. and as you stare into each other’s eyes, your hearts start beating as one after so many years of being broken, yearning for the other.

[itsmattsunshinehere]

ello!!!! May i request some headcanons for oikawa, iwaizumi and akaashi where fem s/o likes to overthink and she distance herself from them then the boys notice it so they confront her abt it???? end it with fluff plssss

Sure sweetie! Sorry if it took so long but I’ve been very busy in the last few weeks >.<

Anyway, thanks for your request, hope you like it! 😘💘

-L

Oikawa Tooru / Iwaizumi Hajime / Akaashi Keiji x reader.

Oikawa Tooru

Being Oikawa's s/o isn't as easy as it may seem.

Oikawa, although an extremely sweet and caring girlfriend, needs a lot of attentions.

He needs someone to support him at every game, always reminding him not to overwork.

But the most stressful thing in your relationship is his fandom.

None of his previous girlfriends have ever been accepted by his fans, who rather never stopped from making bad comments and they obviously included you in their blacklist.

You always try not to show how much you suffer from their behaviour, you don't want to annoy your boyfriend with these stupid things.

It would hurt him a lot and you don't want him to deconcentrate and waste his time on you rather than for studying or his beloved volleyball.

One day, once you finished your classes, you went as usual to your locker to lay down your books and change your shoes and only after reaching Oikawa in the gym.

But when you opened the locker, a dozen of sheets full of insults written in capital letters fell from it.

You felt their hate in every single letter, and you immediately wondered what you could have done so wrong for them to hate you so much.

You immediately went home with tears in your eyes without even telling your boyfriend.

You really didn’t want to bother him or being a distraction, like they said.

Obviously Oikawa left you something like 16 calls and 25 texts.

He was really worried.

Especially when for days you avoided talking to him or answering his calls and replying his messages.

He thought something bad had happened to you, that something was wrong, or even worse that you wanted to break up with him because you didn't love him anymore.

So, a few days later, he showed up in front of your door and seeing him desperate because you weren't talking to him anymore you could hold back anymore and you burst into tears, telling hik everything.

He hugged you right away, holding you tight and telling you that you were a dummy and that you should have warned him right away.

From that day on, you have no longer heard any bad comments behind you or received any kind of threats or insults.

Iwaizumi Hajime

You're a pretty quiet girl and you tend to think too much before you make a decision.

This side of your personality has never bothered Iwaizumi, if anything your boyfriend has always found you very cute and sweet.

Even if it takes centuries for you to choose what to wear because maybe it’s cold outside or maybe people could judge you by your clother, or maybe Hajime doesn’t like that skirt or...

“Overthinker” is your second name.

You usually don't go out with him and Oikawa not because you can't stand his friend, but because you're afraid to bother them and being the annoying girlfriend.

You’re always afraid to make him and everyone else uncomfortable and Iwaizumi knows it well, that's why he always remind you that you do not have to worry that much, mostly when you’re with him and his friends

(spoiler: his friends like you and don’t get how Iwaizumi got to date such a pretty girl).

But after yet another defeat against Shiratorizawa, you saw him in a really bad mood that you didn't even have the courage to go talk to him and cheering him up.

He left the court with such disappointment and frustration drawn on his face that you weren’t even that sure to send him a message.

Then your friend pushed you to the team, convincing you that as a good girlfriend would do, you had to help him.

So you got out of the stands a little fearful and waited impatiently for him.

When you saw him get out you called him immediately but then he turned his head to look at you with swollen eyes, giving you quick ”talk t’you later” while leaving with his team.

You felt so bad that you immediately felt tears around your eyes.

You thought he was tired of you and that you were only a distraction from his studies and his sport and that if he wanted to go to Nationals you couldn't be together anymore.

You came to the conclusion that this was your end and you could do nothing: you took your purse and your phone and ran home without telling anyone.

You passed all day in your room, thinking how much you already missed your boyfriend and that you’ll never be able to live without him (you like to be a little overdramatic).

At the end of the day you hadn't even received a text from him and you took his silence as a definitive answer to all your questions: it was over and he probably didn't even want talk to you.

You spent a week ignoring everyone, turning off your phone notifications and forbidding you to go read all the texts you exchanged in the past months or even answer calls, sure they were from your friends.

Contrary to what you thought, it was Iwaizumi, who had tried to call you every time he could, because you fucking disappeared for a whole week off the face of the planet: you never answered him and every time he came to your class or your house looking for you, your friends always told him that you were at home with flu and your mother, trying to help you, always made up some excuse to not let him in.

Then one morning, he waited for you in front of school gates to “steal” you from your friends and talk to you properly, wondering what was wrong and why you had ignored him for more than a week.

When you told him that you had no problems accepting your breakup, but needed some time by yourself, he looked at you confused, asking you when did you break up, since he was unaware of it.

You explained him that since he didn't text you back, you thought he didn't want to have to deal with you anymore. Iwaizumi picked up your phone and showed you all his missed calls and all his messages that you ignored, telling you he has no intention to leave you.

You immediately burst into tears, hugging him and calling yourself stupid, while Iwaizumi stroked your hair and made you promise to never draw to any hasty conclusions again.

Akaashi Keiji

Being a caring girl, you often worry about how others can feel.

And that's the main reason why Akaashi fell in love with you.

Seeing you worried about Bokuto and always helping him even when you're not a manager of the volleyball club, always bringing him something to eat and drink after a practice cause maybe he‘s hungry...

It's all these little things, the good mornings and the good nights you send him every day, reminding him to eat and drink water... it makes him feel really loved.

You always worry if it’s everything okay or if anyone around you doesn't feel uncomfortable qnd for that, it's normal for you to always think too much and be afraid to bother with your attitude.

You're afraid of being sticky and that one day your boyfriend will get tired of you and find someone that could give him more space.

Akaashi, however, is always nice to you and every day he lets you know how much he loves tou and how proud he is to have a girl like you.

But days can’t be always good, especially when you have to look after a child with sudden changes of mood.

One day, after a very stressful practice with Bokuto, Akaashi completely forgot about you waiting for him outside the gym and went straight home instead.

When you met Yuki, unaware that your boyfriend had already gone home, you ask her where your boyfriend was and she told you that Akaashi has already left for a while.

Of everything, you were definitely not expecting this to happen, mostly from Akaashi, always kind towards you.

You thank Yuki and go home instead, but on the way back, you can't help but thinking over what you might have done that annoyed him so much that he didn't want to make his way home you.

Obviously not wanting to annoy your boyfriend you pretended as nothing happened, rather trying to spend as little time as possible with him.

Not because you were angry but because you thought he needed more space and it was better if you didn’t look for him, stopping instead to send him messages for a while.

Obviously Akaashi didn’t understand your behavior and immediately came to you to talk about it, but every time you avoid the conversation or make up an excuse and run away to not face him.

Desperate Akaashi seeks advice in Bokuto.

Bad choice.

That's how some days after you find him in front of your house with a box of chocolates, knocking at your door nonstop.

When you open the door, he doesn't even give you time to say anything: he apologizes for anything he's done and begs you not to leave him cause damn HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH and even if he's not ready for a breakup, he’ll accept your decision anyway.

But please TALK TO HIM BOY IS DYING OF ANXIETY !!

When you explain to him that you simply thought you had become too sticky and that it was better to leave your spaces, he hugs you and squeezes you tightly.

Baby boy missed you so much 🥺.

"Please babe don't ever take decisions all by yourself."

[cognacdelights]

girl your answer/tags to the rudy and el*me ask plssss 💀 they wouldn't be half as irritating i guess if people didn't start making fan accounts and stuff for her like tf are they all gonna do once she and rudy break up since they only like her because she's his gf FGHJKSKDJS. ofc they probably wouldn't be irritating at all if she wasn't such a horrible person

i don’t necessarily find them irritating bc i don’t involve myself enough to know or care for his/their personal life. i don’t particularly care for him (or any of the cast), and i tend to keep away from that sort of drama bc i’m just past it that kind of shit. i honestly wouldn’t have an issue with her if she wasn’t such a terrible person… my issue with her is a personal one and not because i want to shag her man (which i know is a few peoples’ go to defence of her🙄) i honestly don’t even try to keep myself updated on things. i just get told about it or stuff comes up on my dashboard/twitter feed 🤷🏻‍♀️

but with that being said, it really irks me that people excuse everything wrong that she’s done or said with “it was so long ago!” but will still actively hate on chase and use the same argument as to why he should be cancelled.

i also don’t think she deserves any of the attention and opportunities she’s been given. She’s not worked for anything in my opinion. i don’t think she deserves “supporters” and a “fan base” because 1) she’s an assistant? what about that is worth stanning? 2) she only gets opportunities like to take part in photoshoots, go to premieres and network because she’s his tag along 3) she is genuinely a disgusting, terrible, prejudice-filled person and the fact that people are giving her a platform is weird, especially when we’re supposed to be in the era of not promoting such things? she knows exactly what she’s doing in my opinion and a lot of her behaviour says that 🤷🏻‍♀️

there are so many more people out there who have genuinely put so much work, their all, their everything into their work and get no recognition, get no opportunities and have to fight for every single opportunity they get and she gets everything handed to her on a plate because of who she knows and who she’s dating. she would never have gotten even a fraction if she wasn’t “dating” him… and she damn well knows that. where are all your fan pages for camera guy number 3? or the make up artists? or the sound guy? or hell even jonathon daviss and deion smith?

with that being said, i don’t think it’s fair or right to attack someone for their looks. or there is any justifiable explanation to send death threats. by all means, judge her actions and her character because that’s what defines her, but her looks are very much out of her control and you wouldn’t like that being done to you.

[beecherdrysdale]

Yesss I’m really enjoying our friendship 💗. Haha it all started with me sending you soft thoughts about Jamie lol.

Aw I’m sorry about your joint problems! I only found out last summer that I have to strengthen my hip muscles with resistance band training so that’s fun:)

Omg wow Brigid! I’m proud of you for saying that lol . That’s really funny. Haha now I really want to meet you hehe.

Yes, Jamie’s gotta keep up . Some extra training never hurt anybody. I’m gonna hold onto him like a sloth lol. Haha yea, you and dyl would dominate and then be crowned- chicken king and queen !! I hope I don’t hurt braden if I fall lol . I’m making T-shirt’s no doubt about it. What colour?.

Pfffff haha, if going on a two person jet ski I could see Ryan falling off and me laughing like crazy when he does. But then if he were steering I would fall off due to his crazy driving/steering skills. Omg yes, Dylan would just be holding you or helping you steer- yk how he would put his hands on top of yours and help . Ok his chin on your shoulder 🥺🥺 our director will be chilling with dyl cozens and Kirby for the time being :))

Haha yes. I love that idea. The guys just seeing us do our hair and then wanting to braid it as well. I can either see all the guys doing it, or like Jamie, quinner , dyl h. I also get some hair vibes from quinton. Ooo and maybe even Pelletier or Devon?? Idk I just want either Jamie or dyl braiding your hair 😍.

Haha wow, i guess you really scared him ! Yes that log ride photo would be iconic. I can just see it. We all have semi terrified looks except you hehe. Awww and dyl would be holding you 🥺. Aw Jamie is my hug buddy on this ride! He does seem more like a cuddly person. Wait ok, so you’re at the front, with Dylan behind you(holding you ) and then me, Jamie and quinner at the end?.

Plssss send me a hoodie lol. I’ll get you both the red wings and the Holloway hoodie . Maybe I’ll even throw in a hockey Canada one just for fun hehe. Sometimes I wish we had school uniforms so that I don’t need to choose my outfit everyday but ya being comfy is 🤌.

Is it weird that I can see Ryan and I dancing? We would rock the dance floor lol. But then you and I would be good dance partners together! I’m on quinner duty so that you can dance w dyl and Jamie 😉. Idk I just see you with both!.

Haha ig it is nice that I live close. But I force him to pick me up since he already got his license:)) I’m rooting for you to pass!

Bonfire and food at the end of the day would be amazing! I really want that right now! Nah, I bet you have a great voice, I can’t sing one thing without get like 10 voice cracks hehe. You gotta sing a song with Dylan. Awww the cuddling ... that’s making my heart melt. The falling asleep is so cute as well. Idk I’m imagining a bonfire right now and I can see you beside Dylan h , then Jamie, I think maybe me, quinner, Ryan, quinton and so on? What do you think? Also dyl falling asleep on you 😌. Is it just me or have you noticed that everyone looks really cute around bonfires with like the light reflecting...? We would sing pretty loudly hehe. What’s your fav bonfire food? I’m gonna make sure that I bring a camera to take photos and film!

awww i love our friendship and all your asks 🥰 and i love how it started with us bonding over jamie

oooh resistance band training that’s fun. my mom made me do that for a while before she knew i had joint problems, but then she kind of forgot about it. turns out i could probably use it lol

yesss you should come visit so we can hang out! and then you can meet the teacher who heard me say it lol. she’s super chill and she’s one of my few teachers that i don’t despise

hehe you hanging onto jamie and telling him that you’re just helping him be ready for season so he can’t complain. yes me and dylan would dominate and the have t-shirts lol. maybe black for the t-shirts? idk i don’t have many black ones. also i love the way you spell color btw. i’m a basic american bitch so i don’t use a u, but it seems so fancy when you do lol. haha i don’t think you’ll hurt braden if you fall, he plays hockey so he should be fine

lmao i can see you and ryan just driving crazy on purpose to try to make each other fall off 😂 aww dylan helping me steer and he puts his head on my shoulder to to help me steer 🥺🥺 and then kesh just chilling with cozens and kirby and laughing at us

yes i can definitely see all the guys wanting to try to braid our hair. and same i feel like quinton would just be good at it for some reason? but yeah definitely all the guys would be trying at it would turn into a full on competition to see who could do it the best. also i’m sorry for jamie and dyl and anyone else who braids my hair bc it’s so long it gets tangled so easily and then they wouldn’t know what to do lol

hehe yess everyone looking scared except me in the pic. and then we have two options for the order: me, dyl, you, jamie, quinner or alternatively me, dyl, quinner, you, jamie. whichever one you want lol

ok what color do you want lol. also i hope small fits you bc that’s all i have, but they should bc they fit me with my swimmer shoulders lol, i wouldn’t really consider them to be small. three hoodies? lexi i love you, you have no idea how much i love my hoodies. see people say that all the time about uniforms but it sucks when your school doesn’t use their heating system half the time and you’re forced to sit there in a skirt, which you hate anyways, freezing your ass off

yesss you and ryan would literally slay, but then we would also be awesome together. and then you have to get quinner to loosen up and teach him to dance lol. omg yes i want to dance with jamie and dylan. like i love them both sm i wouldn’t want to choose one lol

omg same we have a firepit in our backyard but we haven’t really had people over to use bc covid also bc winter i almost forgot lol but yeah that would be so fun and then we could toast marshmallows to make s’mores. that’s probably my favorite bonfire food, wbu? haha noooo i can not sing i promise. we can just chill while the guys sing and dyl plays the guitar lol. yes cuddling/falling asleep on the guys is so cute 🥰 like we’re all tired bc we’ve been doing stuff all day and we think everyone else can’t see bc it’s dark lol. honestly idk how we would sit, in my experience it’s just whoever gets there first takes the best seat, and then the next person takes the next best, and so on. bc no one wants to sit on the rotting log lol. yessss everyone looks so good around a bonfire so we would definitely have to take pics. also a bonfire in general is just making me think of the end of mighty ducks 2 lol

[ilovesweetmangos]

People see me and get intimidated or jealous but they don’t know what kind of abuse I’ve been through the amount of shadow work I’ve done the Shìt I experienced to become who I am now!!! Can people stop comparing the better version of me with themselves??? Can people stop comparing themselves to other people in general??? Nothing good comes out of it believe me!! And why would you even put yourself in a position where you feel like you can’t get there too??? BC YOU CAN?!!?! Why do you doubt yourself so much???? Plssss Try to convert feelings of jealousy into motivation and send the person you feel jealous of love!! If I can do it you can do it too!!!! I didn’t get the body I have now out of nothing from 2015-2017 I tried becoming vegan several times and then from 2017-2019 I was fully vegan which changed my life completely!! My skin looks good because I spent a good amount of time with skin care since I was 14 it’s not all coming from nothing it’s a long journey!! And just because I am good in 3 things you aren’t doesn’t mean that I am better than you??? There are several things YOU can do better than me because god made us all different with different qualities I hate this generation where people constantly compare themselves it’s so unhealthy

[sokosaturneandthecandylife]

oups i shitposted again about mcl

Hey, @vae-eldarya : you asked me to write one : New vs old route but since i don’t really know them i report it for later!

Instead…

if you missed the first part : http://sokosaturneandthecandylife.tumblr.com/post/174439095543/how-i-think-it-happened

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Lysander : I wonder why Nathaniel hasn’t come back, yet…

Kentin : Don’t worry! He’ll be fine!

Armin : Yeah!! It’s we’re talking about Nathaniel. He’s super serious! Nothing bad will happen to him, i’m sure!

Lysander : If you say so…

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Beemov : They took it well

Castiel : Oh yeah, they look totally pleased, it’s not like I wasn’t happy to see my face is on pikachu collage… That’s not rock’n’roll

Lynn : Well. Well. Sure they took it well, they turned us into memes!

Beemov : Exactly! I though it would be worse! Like sending hate.

Lynn : Because they aren’t? Online hate. Online hate : everywhere

Beemov : This time i though they would send IRL hate. Like…dropping bombs or knives. Anyway! Where’s our rookies?

Castiel : behind the Beta door. They’re waiting.

Beemov : Ok, Gladys bring them. And be careful around the moonlight prototypes, they bite.

Castiel : Who’s Gladys? The rainbow Ryo from devilman series?

Lynn : They use a weird cristal projection technology, i don’t really know how it works.

Beemov : Haaaaa!! Here they are, bonjour, bonjour, sit down, how are our news ikemen going?

Hyun : We’re fin…

Beemov : SHALL WE BEGIN?

Hyun : …thanks

Priya : It’s not really polite to cut someone who’s speaking.

Beemov : I couldn’t care less about what you think, the only thing that matter is what YOU think.

Lynn : Me?

Beemov : Gladys.

Yes, you! After all, you’re the heroine. You first impression count. What do you feel about them?

Lynn : I’m nice to meet them and i look forward to know them better.

Beemov : NO, NONONONO, Noooow, of course you look forward to blahblahblah…Stop being that nice!WE SELL DRAMAS.

What do you perceive about them! Their apparence, here’s their description, tell us, the truth.

Lynn : Owww…Hmm…

Rayan : Come one, don’t be shy, it’s not like…

Lynn : I find you scary.

Rayane : Euh, is that so?

Lynn : Yeah, you look scary. You’re pretty yeah, but also pretty old. I’m sure it’s super cool to listen to your class and all, but seriously « Likes : philosophical conversation » what are you expecting from a dating game, please? Plus, what’s with the « struggles to hide his tortured self » lmao if you tried to touch me against my consent, i call my dad…He’s probably your age and…Brrrr, don’t even wanna think about it.

Hyun ¨keroshane worried look* : Rayan, you’re ok?

Rayan : *white hair appears*

Beemov : excellent! She’s like this with all of them at first, but when she’ll be used to, everything will be perfect! Positive things, maybe…???

Lynn : Hmmm…he has a beard. Wich is cool. I was tired of dating high school boys. And what’s forbidden is always fun. So, when the times come we can bang in the auditorium! Plus he’s arab. A clever, arab. And he’s not a terrorist,or a football player, or a gucci ghetto brat. That’s a miracle in the french media!!

Priya : Oh…Even if it stopped, his hair won’t turned brown again…

Beemov : That’s EXEPTIONEL! They wanted a mature one, they’re he is. Great, next!

Lynn : Priya…You’re great, everyone loves you, was gay for you. I knew you from long ago , and I was jealous at that time because you seemed to be a better version of me. More realistic, more resulted. Hope that didn’t change! I’m pretty happy I can date a girl. Still, you’re the only one but…That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind. Duh…Still they’re a long way down.

Priya : Waw, Candy, that’s kinda cool!

Lynn : Yeah, but don’t let me be misunderstood. Since, they decided to include a lesbian romance in the game, i hope they will deal with it correctly and not mess it up. I like you, and I want our story to be a sincere one. Ok?

Priya : Yeah…we’ll try to do everything correctly.

Beemov : Hm, Hm…Let’s talk about Hyun!

Lynn : Hyun, Hyun…How to pronounce your name. That’s korean, isn’t it?

Hyun : Yeah, It’s pronouced Hyun.

Lynn : Thanks god, we’ll never know it… Just like for Armin. And for Morgan. Fantastic.

From which side?

Hyun : Euh…From ….

Lynn : I love K-pop, i saw BTS at the billboard last week, are you proud?

Hyun : Euh…I don’t really see the…

Lynn : Do you watch drama? Wich one is you’re favorite?

Hyun : Actually, I prefer Mov…

Lynn: I loved Boys Over Flowers, are you rich?

Hyun : That’s…A bit impolite and…

Lynn : ANNEYSEO

Huyn : Please

Lynn : GAMSAMDYDA

Hyun : please, stop

Lynn : OPPA SAREANGAE

Hyun : Stop

Lynn : KIMCHI

Hyun : shut the fuck up you racist bitch

…

Lynn : See, « unfailing support ». He’s not even capable to handle Koreaboo…Do you realize, that’s the reason why they choose you. Because they’re seers. They want to play on the Hallyu wave. You know what it means? People will play only because you’re the asian guy they dream of.

Beemov : Hmm… Gladys, report that to the moderators. Koreabos are still a flaw.

Hyun : Ah…Sorry that i wasn’t good enough. It pissed me off. You were being rude.

Lynn : I know. Happy to see that you’re not THAT calm. But, you’re look cute and nice! And honestly i don’t know why they choose you for that archetype…You’re not rich, neither arrogant. A god? Hmm…

But, you’re involved with coffee so I suppose it’s enough!

Hyun : Sorry for calling you racist bitch.

Lynn : It’s ok…I’m used to. Actually, I’ve been a basic white cis-het girl all my life so, it feels new to me. To take care about those things. Thoses details that are so important because they defined the uniqueness of the individuals. They don’t look like it, but they try to do it. And, I’m trying to be a better person. And i’ll go with my time! So my wardrobe, please…

Beemov : Speaking of wardrobe, Gladys, did you finish?

(Castiel comes out from behind a curtain)

Castiel : So, what do you think?

Lynn : LmAO OMFFFF you look like a 2010 emo kid from skyblog, Kentin was right.

Castiel : Euh, hey…Lynn!!

Lynn : AHAHA LOOKS LIKE A TOKIO HOTEL MEMBER AHA HOW GREAT, YOU EXHUME THE CONCERT’OUTFIT ROSA MADE 5 YEARS AGO, I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

a TiE PLSsSs So sKYrOCk!!

Beemov : Don’t you think it suits him????

Lynn : AHAahahaha, Hmm aha, i like the tattoos. Is it Lysander’s one? So cute. And, the hair. And the grumpy face.

Castiel : Ahaha shut up, idiot, in 7 years you change juste like 2 times.

Lynn : It’s because i was perfect ahaha back then, wich wasn’t your case.

Castiel : Tsss

Lynn : Look at me, i’m a bad boi, a play in my garage when my parents are gone. I have a dog called Démon. That’s excellent.

Castiel : Stop making fun of me. I’m not that ridiculous?

Lynn : Do you like it?

Castiel : Yeah. A lot.

Lynn : Then I like it too. It suits you. Punk garbage.

Beemov : Well, well. The beta is ongoing that’s great, everything is fine. Candy,…

Lynn : It’s Lynn.

Beemov : Talking about changing. And in 4 years thing happen so…

Lynn : I just realized..They’re like 4. Isn’t someone missing?

Beemov : HEY LOOK AT THIS FLAT CHESTED SHOULDLN’T WE MAKE SOME PROPORTION CHANGE.

Lynn : W-Whaaaat? What kind of change?

Beemov : Just, trust us ;)

Gladyyyyys.

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Nathaniel : 2 days have passed since they put me here, with you all, i feel bad for them.

Louis : You should’t, in the Beemov’s plaaaaaan

Louis, Agatha, Kiki, Dake, … : they use us sometimes they doN’T!

Nathaniel : Oh pleaaaase make it stop, i can’t handle this anymore.

??? (in a dark corner) : Here, take that.

Nathaniel : a blue…pill???? And what I have to do?

??? : It kinds of…Helps bad vibes disappear

Nathaniel : Ok, medecine? thanks…?

??? : Lance. It’s. Lance.

Nathaniel : …Ok…Then, thanks Lance.

Lance : You’re welco…NO DON’T EAT IT…

Oh shit.

[harryfeatgaga]

Paige sweetie these people out here being jealous bc you've got a level head on your shoulders and you're actually mature enough to be the type of person Harry would generally like.. do you think Harry would endorse sending mean things to people you don't even know smh if you can't be nice just for being a decent person do it for Harry, ily paige xo

thank you ily 💖

Anonymous said: YOU ARE WONDERFUL! #paigedefensesquad 🐱

LMAO PLSSSS ILY

Anonymous said: Fuck those anons girl, bet they’re the first ones to hate on every single girl he’s seen with and call themselves stylators lol. Just ignore them and instead let’s talk about how I can’t get over the chain and wild thought covers 😭

lmao truly and YESSSS THEY ARE SO GOOD I CANT STOP LISTENING!!!

Anonymous said: oh sure its your fault harry dating girls who is a mess, fuck them, you dont deserve some anons say shit to you, blocke them, ily

lmao apparently it is! and according to another anon its my fault they’re having out in the first place 🤔 and i did lmao

Anonymous said: who cares about them, they're probably trying to live vicariously through her so they need to protect whatever harry and her have going on

honestly lmao

Anonymous said: Oooooh I'm sorry that really sucks and you don't deserve it :( see that's the thing, shippers are always in their high horse, defending these women no matter what they do, but if you don't like these girls for valid reasons, the shippers drag you as if they're involved with their ships personally lmao. They turn into the people they claim to hate and is sick. And BTW ANONS WHO ARE BEING RUDE, FUCK CAMILLE ROWE, AND FUCK YOU ALL TOO.

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