#every time i get lazier and lazier with these tags

[housecow]

the difference between these two 🥺 both??

funny story though. my roommate is still taking food but my memory is so bad when it comes to things i don’t eat myself (adhd)

when i talk to friends and family about the situation the first thing they ask is, “are you sure you’re not sleep eating?” which is adorable. they wanna believe, even if for a second, that maybe i’m not truly at fault for making myself into such a cow 🥺 i get it bc im getting very fat even with the thievery but at the same time. im literally being gaslit

[rigorrrmortis]

fuck it we ball

[rubyuji]

Bounce Back (Lee Chan) ₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Genre: Angst (full on because I’m depressed as shit)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Seeing you with his best friend suddenly made him want to bounce back to the night you confessed your love.

Note: Trying out a new layout for blurbs / drabbles because these are shorter and lazier works I guess? Anyways, I’m working on a lot but I’m trying to find things to fill up the gaps between long ass works of mine. Don’t forget to like + reblog as a way of showing my work support! Happy reading!

WC: 477

His heart ached for you endlessly. He’s witnessed you being turned down by everyone you liked more than once, and Chan felt the guilt eating up at him, knowing he was now part of the lineup of people who hurt you.

Only now he could only watch as someone else sweeps you off your feet, knowing he’ll treat you better than he ever will.

“Will I ever be worthy of love Chan?” You cried softly. The night he turned you down was one he would never forget, your tear-stained face leaving a permanent scar in his heart and the back of his mind.

“I don’t understand what the problem is, I’m just so tired of being rejected all the damn time. Is there something wrong with me? What can I do to be better? I feel like I’m lacking in every way,” The words you uttered haunt him every day, knowing he had grown feelings for you too late now.

Chan watches as you laugh along with his best friend, Seokmin. The man had pursued you not too long after Chan had rejected you and he tried his very best to win your heart over, which he managed to do successfully.

“Chan, listen, I like Y/n and I heard that she’s always been turned down by the ones she liked. Do you think she’d still let me in her heart?” Seokmin frantically asked Chan.

The younger could only nod while watching him Facetime you in the kitchen and hearing you say yes to him asking if he could take you out. At least someone was willing to put in the effort to win you over before jumping into a relationship, and you both knew Seokmin well enough, so it was a lot on his part.

The first few days were bittersweet, he would see Seokmin on the phone with you and see how he dressed up for a date. It got to the point where Mingyu, Minghao, and Seungkwan would constantly ask why he was in and out of the dorms so often with a happy grin on his face while his eyes sparkled.

Chan gradually noticed that despite you still staying friends with him and not letting anything awkward get in between you, you were also starting to become more distant after his best friend had slowly but surely started to win your heart over.

He would see your stories on social media being filled with flowers, dates, or small gifts, all from Seokmin whom you’ve tagged in every single one. Chan was happy for you, and he knew you deserved to be happy, but a part of him had also wished that he wasn’t an idiot that night and tried to work things out between you two.

Now he’s watching Seokmin getting down on one knee and proposing to you whilst tears stream down your face. You deserved all the love his friend gave you, but to him, he turned you down at what cost?

© rubyuji 2024’ -. no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any manner without the permission from the publisher.

[jamiethebeeart]

Danny Phantom AU for the League (explanation under the cut)

There's a common (?) idea in the phandom that Sam dyes her hair black (or that her mom bleach her hair from black) and asdfghj that fits so well for Dabi. I can also see him being edgy and wearing eyeliner (he would tightline and you can't convince me otherwise) and eyeshadow to piss off Endeavor. (You can hardly see it, but I promise he has purple eyeshadow under his eyes.) I've been thinking about it and I'm not sure how Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto would fit into this AU. Cousins? Maybe just siblings, and ignore Sam's only child-ness.

LINK (X) ok so I have drawn this before and I stand by Hana as Jazz and Tenko/Tomura as Fenton/Phantom. :)))) Danny's hair in the og art style makes no damn sense. Many an artist has bemoaned it (me included), so I decided to make Shigaraki's also confounding. (it's like??? a mullet???? but the mullet has layers????) Danny having Lichtenberg figure scars has recently had a resurgence in phandom and it's the perfect excuse to keep the scars around Shigaraki's mouth/eyes. (To symbolize the "scary eyes" and ghost sense.) Shigaraki gets to keep Danny's whole "getting new powers every time he needs to" shtick: one - because it's funny and two - it ties into the whole AFO quirk plotline. SPEAKING OF. AFO gets to take Vlad's place :)))) except!!! I think it'd work better if AFO was a "friend" of Tenko's grandmother and that's how he's weaseled his way into the family. No Vlad wanting Maddie and killing Jack subplot. Just AFO up to his usual shenanigans. I'm on the fence about whether or not Dabi would secretly be a kickass gamer (Sam was, but only kept it a secret because of 2000s misogyny about girls playing games.... idk how that'd transfer to Dabi other than Dabi trying to maintain a "too cool for that" image....)

(Hana as Jazz. Jazz loves her brother and tries to support him but is also overbearing and ignores what he says in favor of what she wants. I feel like an older Hana would fit into that well.... not that we know much about Hana, but from what can be gathered I think it'd fit. And Danny wanted a dog! Eventually has Cujo tagging along! Also a very good mirror for Mon and Tenko.)

Tucker! Spinner! my loves!!!! I wasn't sure originally if I wanted Spinner to be a ghost or a human, but as we can see I plopped him in Tucker's role. Because it fits so well. (I still vividly remember the post about "who loves Danny more? Valerie or Sam. the answer: neither, it's Tucker. Savant Par and Spinaraki mimicing the much larger fanbase for Amethyst Ocean and Shigadabi) Also, Spinner getting to connect with Tenko over games (DOOMED) and technology. I imagine that Spinner wears a bandana to cover up his roots showing. I see Tucker as taking special care of his appearance, but I don't see where Spinner's like that, so he gets a lazier option :) Oooooh should I give Spinner glasses? ooooh I bet he'd have glasses, but never want to wear them because they'd make him look nerdy. Anyway, just like Tucker and Danny, Spinner would face his fears to help and support Shigaraki :))))) (crying over his devotion)

Other Characters:

Dash, Paulina, Kwan, and Star? Maybe Uraraka and Toga as Johnny 13 and Kitty? hehehee could be cute. the fights and getting back together and Toga having to blow off steam in the human world? Kwan befriends Sam and Tucker, so maybe Twice would fit into Kwan's role? OH!!! And then have Hawks be Dash. (I don't think anyone has ever shipped Sam and Dash but that's why this is an AU.)

Deku can be Poindexter.... cause bullying (asdfghj yea it sidelines Deku a bit and sticks him in a very minor role and is an easy choice, but!! some fics make Poindexter and Danny kind of friends!! I think that'd be a nice mirror to what Shigaraki and Deku could've been - along with the initial misunderstandings that Poindexter has about Danny mirroring the way that Deku had to learn more about Shigaraki.

Ember? Maybe as Compress.... he has the theatrics DOWN lmao. And Magne as part of the band perhaps? That'd be cute.

(I don't feel like I know enough about Mustard to put him in any specific role.....)

OOOH Bakugou as Dora! The Dragon Amulet transformation mirroring Bakugou's angry outbursts!

[feederheart]

Ruined.

CW: feederism, humiliation, slobbery, weight gain

What have you done to her? She’s an absolutely colossal fat pig!

Dr. Marlene was supposed to be headed for big things. She was the smartest and sharpest woman anyone had ever met and one of the brightest statesmen in the entire country! She graduated top of the class at an Ivy League school! She was the Liberty Party’s woman in waiting to run for president eventually! Calls for her leadership were heard all throughout the country from rich to poor, progressive to conservative, the left, the right, AND the center! She had the highest approval rating out of anyone in the Senate!

Then two years ago, she retired suddenly. Why, the world asked. Why did the greatest hope for our country depart when we needed her the most?

At first, everyone thought it was health-related. She was always on the skinnier side until after she had been elected to the senate but shortly after getting elected, she started to pack on the pounds. Her trademark wide, confident, high-cheekboned smile began to disappear behind a fatter, more rounded face. Her legs, once the toned legs of a volleyball player and proudly displayed in her tight pencil skirts, grew fatter, rounder, and flabbier. Her arms matched her leg’s flabbiness; the sleeveless blouses that once showed off her equally toned arms now only displayed her bingo wings that shook and jiggled as she moved her arms. Her ass and belly also grew fatter; at first, it was subtle but over time, the tightness of her clothes was undeniable and she kept growing long after questions were being raised. She looked to be in the low 200’s the last time she made a press conference; the day she that “retired” and announced that she would not be running for president.

Everyone suspected something was going on behind the scenes that caused her weight gain and her resignation from politics, was it you? She met you shortly before she started gaining all of that weight, didn’t she? She was still the bright, ambitious woman headed for greatness that everyone knew until she met you. Nobody seems to know what it was about you that caused her to throw herself into your arms the way she did, perhaps your smile, the way you make her laugh, or maybe your dick is just made of chocolate. However, as the weight continued to climb on, it became apparent why; she was absolutely enamored by your cooking and how you spoiled her. Retirement meant that her weight would climb even faster, going from chubby to fat to supersized in only two years, so fat that every time she went out into public, nobody ever recognized her despite how popular she was recently. Her chubby face is now rounder than ever, her belly is now so massive that it hangs over her upper thighs and swings when she walks, her thighs are so thick and heavy that she is now forced to waddle, her arms look like pillows were shoved inside of her triceps, and her breasts were both as large as her head. She traded her sleeveless blouses and pencil skirts for large, flowy sundresses that did little to hide her massive curves and instead showed off every roll on her belly and back. Then there’s the collar, oh God, the collar. She wears that thing everywhere regardless of whether or not you are accompanying her; it even has a little pink heart-shaped dog tag with your name on it. She even changed her hair, choosing to dye her long, silken locks pink and let them out of their ponytail.

But the biggest change seems to be Dr. Marlene’s attitude; I had never seen her more bubbly and happy. She seemed to love her new lifestyle of mindlessly munching away on every dish you cook for her, only speaking to request you cook something else for her. Of course, you always deliver so that her pretty little mind doesn’t have to worry about anything. She is content with sitting her gargantuan ass on the couch getting flabbier, lazier, and heavier, never having to do anything herself. And is that a funnel I see? Next to those empty ice cream cartons? Have you been funnel feeding her milkshakes? Good God, what has she turned herself into? She was supposed to be the leader of our nation and now she’s a fat, hedonistic, spoiled pig. You’ve ruined her!

[saccharinesunsetretired]

Wilma x Reader headcanons

Just some cute fluffy headcanons (written on my phone from the college library). Made specifically for @lillylvjy as a thank you for all the lovely Wilma content :)

Warnings/Tags: Wilma is a trans woman, reader is gender neutral. Brief mention of gender dysphoria

Beginning of the relationship headcanons:

If you’re an artist, you likely met her at an art event or the studio. Of course, you were instantly amazed by her paintings. Wilma, while usually confident about her art, sometimes gets imposter syndrome. Once you complimented her art, she immediately warmed up to you.

If you’re not an artist, you likely met her at the park. She’s there all the time, sketching the surroundings from the comfort of a bench.

If you met her pre-transition, it would take her a while to open up to you, but once you accepted her, she’d be more than grateful to have your support. Obviously, she’s not going to date anybody who wouldn’t accept her for who she is.

Once you’re dating:

Constantly sketching you. I mean constantly. She’ll use you as a model to try out all sorts of different styles and mediums, from charcoal to watercolor to oils to colored pencil…you get the point. You’re her favorite muse.

She’s a very cuddly and affectionate person. She always wants to be near you, whether that’s in the same room or leaning against your shoulder. Definitely the kind of person who will try to convince you to stay in bed with her in the mornings. She just doesn’t want to let you go.

She tries to cook, but she’s more of a baker. Probably a fantastic cake decorator. If you end up getting married, she’s absolutely making the cake herself because she doesn’t trust anyone else to bring her vision to life. Will also make you your favorite cake for every single one of your birthdays.

If you’re an artist, she gives you feedback on your art. You do the same for her. The two of you spend a lot of time just sharing ideas and working in the studio together, chatting or listening to music while you work on your respective projects. If you’re not an artist but willing or wanting to learn, Wilma is even more ecstatic. She just wants to share her love of art, and if you want to learn, she’ll easily tell you everything she knows. She’s also never judgmental when you mess up, always just happy that you’re sharing her passion. If you get frustrated, she’s right there covering you with kisses until you’re laughing and blushing, totally forgetting whatever was upsetting you.

This woman would LOVE to have a pet. She’s more of a cat person, but she definitely wouldn’t be opposed to having a dog. I imagine she’d really like American Shorthair cats, tabbys, and calicos. For dogs, the bigger, lazier and cuddlier, the better. She wants something she can snuggle (and also spoil with an insane amount of toys). She definitely treats her pets like they’re her children.

She always goes to you for comfort when she’s feeling dysphoric. You do your best to help, calling her beautiful, reassuring her that she’s perfect the way she is, and that you’ll support her through whatever social/medical changes she wants to make. She usually just needs someone to reassure her that she’s accepted, and as long as you do that, it’ll bring her a lot of comfort.

As she gets more comfortable in her own skin, she’ll take you shopping with her while she tries on outfit after outfit. Her clothing gets more colorful as she gets more comfortable. She’s definitely more fem-leaning in terms of presentation.

Draws little pictures for you constantly. You can fully expect her to leave sticky notes all over your room with small doodles and drawings. You keep all of them. When Wilma finds out that you’ve been keeping her drawings, she practically melts

She’s there for you when you’re having a hard day. You need advice? She’ll do her best. Comfort? She’s there with cuddles and your favorite meal (even if she has a hard time cooking it). Just want to cry it out? She’ll hold you the entire time, telling you how much she adores you and that you’ll get through whatever is hurting you together.

Wilma is an art museum lover. Take her to an art museum on a date and she’ll be over the moon. Just know that, once you get there, you’ll probably be there for a long, long time.

You’re going to have to say ‘I love you’ first. As much as Wilma wants to say it, she’ll be too worried that you don’t feel the same. Once you confess, though, she’ll say it every day (multiple times).

Her love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation. Tell her you love her, give her all the kisses she wants. She’ll return your affection tenfold. She’s definitely a romantic.

[yuckydraws]

Valentines RP Event

Valentines Day, the day for love, companionship, and… shenanigans?

The Skele-House is lively, as usual. The bustle of the energetic skeletons keep the home full of life, while the lazier skeletons bask in the chaos they seem to spark everywhere they go.

However, none of them seem to have any inkling about just what day it is. To them, it’s just a normal, everyday… day.

It’s up to you, dear human, as their friend and maybe-more-than-friend, to share the joy of this love-filled holiday, and perhaps gift that special some-skele (or a few) a Valentines Day gift. But, you’ll have to find them, first.

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Rules

This event will last from 2/7/2024, 9:00A.M. PST - 2/14/2024, 11:59P.M. PST. After that, while I may choose to respond to submissions from before the cutoff, I will be deleting any sent after the cutoff. This is a temporary event for fun, but my blog typically isn’t rp-related.

Keep things PG-13. Suggestive jokes/flirting is okay but anything too spicy will be deleted. On this note, if a submission makes me uncomfortable in any way, I will be deleting it.

While there isn’t a limit to how many skeletons you can interact with in the allotted time of the event, you’ll have to wait for a response from me to send another. You can’t be in two places at once, dear human.

Energy will be (mostly) matched, in these responses.

Be patient with responses. This is for fun.

I’m not sure how much engagement this event will get, but if it’s a lot - I will try my best to get to everyone.

On the last day (or few days) of the event, I will be suggesting that everyone start wrapping up their storyline.

If you don’t want to see the posts for this event on your dash, I will be using the tag “yu’svalentinesrpevent2024” for all the posts - so you can block them if you’d like.

That’s it! I hope y’all have fun with this!

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Introduction

• (What you’ll be first responding to) •

You enter the familiar, large, cabin-like home, biting back a grin as you look around for some of your friends… only to come up empty.

Huh, usually at least one of them is in the front room. There’s fourteen of them, after all. It’s hard not to have every room occupied.

CLANG, BANG, SCREEEECH!

Well, they’re definitely home.

Slipping your shoes off, yet keeping your bag with you (for gift-giving purposes) you walk further into the home. The noises are flooding into the open first floor from all over, it seems, and it reverberates off of the high ceilings.

Well, guess it’s time for a skele-hunt.

Where do you visit, first?

The Kitchen

The Game Room

The Garden

The Backyard

The Bathroom (be sure to knock, first!)

The Attic

The Gym

The Garage

Their Bedroom (choose a skele, they may or may not be there)

[etirabys]

Contents of current writing strategy doc. I come up with something like this about every other year (although I think this is one of the best instances so far) and put <25% chance this goes anywhere, but we must imagine Sisyphus enjoying nanowrimo

Exercises I can do at any time

(30m) Plot one novel badly. Use a random name generator, get 10 characters, and describe their relationships and twistiness across like 100K words' worth of conflict

(30m) Improve a previous plot.

(2h) Go through a novel you rated 5/5 and write what's happening in scene increments. Focus on diffs – treat a scene as a git commit. What's pre and post?

(10m) Look at some "banter/diction that is outside of my range" (from bookmarks, etc) and regurgitate it.

(30m) Do a settings or material dive for 20m and use that to write several hundred words of description of a setting, food table, costume, or something.

(20m) Create future prompts for a settings dive, or collect banter/diction from bookmarks.

Principles I'm relatively sure of

A. Your WIP has to be the most interesting possible WIP you can think of. Otherwise you, a flighty and impulsive person, will be (too) drawn to other things. It's not just "is the overall idea interesting" but "will the scenes that comprise this interest me".

B. You have to notice and tag useful material.

You do need to dump little thoughts (if they are good) consistently into a fragments file that is *well organized*.

When there's a scene you really admire in others, you have to notice and analyze how it was set up.

C. In general you need a more organized directory of "pointers to other people's scenes that I thought were great", reference material, worldbuilding ideas, philosophical issues I want to drive the material conflicts, microsnippets, random observations on writing

D. You need a tight feedback loop. Unfortunately you crave approval, so the writing exercises you do have to be in shareable form.

E. I think you should not start out with high level character sketches. You're bad at translating them into specifics. Instead, start with specifics, let them organically grow, and then reconstruct who they are.

F. You have to continually reenchant your current work. This is the hardest challenge, probably, and I think some ideas are

Zoom way into the current scene that you're stuck on. Can it EVER work? If not, delete it entirely. If yes, what does it need? Put it in. Don't worry about how it affects the plot – the plot can be rearranged. Your enthusiasm is the bottleneck.

More speculative principles

Use Beeminder, it's the best tool you know of to remember your goals and keep on track

...but also, don't force yourself to write, it's toxic to motivation. I'm not sure how to reconcile this and the above. I think the most toxic thing is "forcing myself to work on my WIP" (this kills the WIP – I think?) but it's pretty harmless to work on writing exercises that aren't connect to my WIP

Have to be lazier about plot holes and inconsistencies. Fixing them is expensive and decreases momentum. It is best to buy back goodwill from the reader by being good at what they came here for, which is sad murderous catgirls

[syndianites]

A Queen Serve and Protects

Chapter Six

First Chapter –> Last Chapter –> Current –> Next Chapter TBA! Summary:

Post-Style Queen, Pre-Queen Wasp.

Chloe finds the Bee Miraculous, but instead of finding an obliging, subservient Kwami, she finds the Kwami of Order and Subjugation, and Pollen is not about to let herself be used like Nooroo was.

Granted, the only danger in a teenage girl is the damage she poses to herself. Can Pollen shape Chloe into a hero? Or will she stubbornly refuse to change and remain the bitter, harsh person the city has long since known?

[My take on how Chloe’s character could have developed] ——————————————————————————————

Pollen tapped the tablet pen on the table. School had ended and the duo was officially home.

“Chloe,” Pollen began. “It has come to my attention that you don’t do your own work.”

“So?” Chloe nonchalantly replied, crossing one leg over the other from where she sat on the chaise in front of Pollen.

Pollen tried not to roll her eyes. “So, I want you to learn how to be self-sufficient.”

Chloe scoffed. “I am plenty self-sufficient.”

“Really?” Pollen had a sweet smile on her face. “Then prove it.”

:readmore:

Before Chloe could make any remark, Polle flew over to her school bag. It looked more like a purse, honestly, with how much makeup and accessories she had stashed away inside. Seriously, what did you need an extra pair of heels for?

Pollen shook off the thought and grabbed the binder Chloe used for class, as well as her homework folder. Brining both items back to the table, she flipped the folder open. She pulled out the first sheet of homework she saw- something math related- and waved a paw at it.

Chloe gave her a dumbfounded look. “You want me to do that? Sabrina normally does.”

Pollen raised an eyebrow.

“Ugh, fine, I get it.” Chloe grumbled. “What does doing my own work have to do with being self-sufficient anyway?”

“When was the last time you did your own school work.”

“Ughhhh!”

Letting out a little giggle, Pollen decided to make a compromise, “For every question you get correct, I’ll let you ask a question about the Bee miraculous and its powers. However!” Pollen held a paw up before Chloe could get too excited, “For each you get wrong, you have to listen to some history and background on the miraculous.”

“Ooo-kay? How is that a loss for me? I still get to know what I want to know,” Chloe replied.

If only the poor girl knew.

Pollen beamed. “I’m glad you asked! You know how much you love our ‘Bee Nice’ Sessions?”

Chloe groaned.

“Anything I tell you will come along with lessons. I will tell you tales that are important for a number of reasons. And you have to sit through all of them!”

Chloe’s eye twitched. That sounded excruciating. Buuuut, she did want to know more about what powers the Bee miraculous could give her. It was just a simple math worksheet. Surely, it couldn’t be that hard. So Chloe took out a blank sheet of paper and began working.

She was wrong. So, so wrong. Chloe was by no means a bad student. She got solid B’s and pleased her daddy enough with her grades to get by. Did she need to have a study session with Sabrina before each test or quiz to get the contents down? Yes.

But that was all pish-posh. She figured if she could pick up enough for a test or quiz a day before it, she could do homework with no problem. Apparently, she hadn’t been giving Sabrina enough credit. That girl made it so much easier than this.

It didn’t help that her notes were a total disaster. Half-finished sentences, unclear instructions, and a clear lack of interest in each page. For a moment Chloe cursed her own apathy. She wanted to know more, damnit! 

By the time she finished she felt exhausted. Pollen, ever chipper, hummed as she looked through each question. She procured a pen and started making marks. That was a lot of red. Oh GOD, there was so much red.

Pollen tapped the pen to her chin in thought. Giving a nod, she wrote a score at the top of her sheet.

6/15. 

That was just under half! And that meant she would have failed had it been a test. Chloe resisted the urge to hit her head on the table. She could not afford to be forced into tutoring. Again.

Despite Chloe’s despair, Pollen was excited. This was better than she was expecting! Sure, she had been hoping for closer to a 75% or 80%, but Chloe at least had the idea down.

Plus this meant she could drill some more lessons into her charge.

Rubbing her paws together, she addressed Chloe. “Alright. Since it is almost an even split, let’s go back and forth with questions and history. I’ll start with a history lesson first, since you missed more than you got correct. But since I’m feeling nice, I’ll give you a choice here: Would you rather hear some history about my previous holders first, or about all the miraculous as a whole?”

“Your past wielders, of course! I need to know who would be so lucky to use the same miraculous as moi.” Chloe flipped her hair back to accentuate her point.

Pollen huffed. Nonetheless, she thought back to her past holders, humming all the while. Who would be the best to start with to help Chloe learn? 

She smiled as someone came to mind. “Now, before we start, I should say that we aren’t always deployed to battle some great evil. Sometimes, we are let out into the world to help inspire something. For me, I either inspire Order and Control. Or, when that gets to be too much, I inspire freedom from Order and Control.”

“Wait,” Chloe interrupted. “Why would you go against your whole Order thing?”

“I thought you wanted to talk about past wielders first,” Pollen brought a paw up to her lips to hide a smile. “To get into that would mean I would have to talk about all the miraculous.”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Tell me the basics about all the miraculous first. But! You better tell me about your past users after!” Chloe conceded, pouting at the little god.

Pollen started again. “Like I said, we don’t always need a great evil to fight. At their core, each miraculous is meant to balance out their respective aspects. Tikki- Ladybug’s kwami- is the kwami of Light and Creation, for example. She is largely put out into the world to inspire new ideas and innovation.”

Chloe scrunched her nose in confusion. “Didn’t you say you also get put out to stop Order and Control? Why would you ever want to stop Light and Creation?”

“Well,” Pollen looked off to the side. “You can’t endlessly create. Tikki works on a more individual scale. She inspires Light and Creation in people as individuals. I, however, inspire Order and Subj- Control in a much larger scheme. After all, a bee’s focus is on the hive, isn’t it?”

“In any case, sometimes people burn themselves out when creating too much or spreading too much light. If you give and give and give, what is left for you? Nothing. And those left with nothing often crumble and fall apart- or worse. Tikki, when she is needed to, can either help her holder ease off themselves or help their holder teach others to let go of such demanding responsibility.”

Chloe nodded slowly. That… sort of made sense. “So it’s like when Adr- a friend of mine kept being happy and smiling even after his mother died to help others stop being sad. Because he wanted others to feel ‘lighter’” She made finger quotes, “Despite the tragedy that happened?”

“Yes, that could be a good example,” Pollen agreed. “If your friend gave away all his light and such to others, it could burn him out and leave him feeling empty and cold. Though, in this case I would lean more into the Peacock- he worked to give good emotion to others to cover their grief. But we’ll get there in a moment.”

“Plagg, Chat Noir’s kwami, is Tikki’s counterpart. He is the kwami of Dark and Destruction.” Pollen stopped as Chloe seemed to ponder that.

“If he is all about dark and destruction, wouldn’t that make him more likely to be evil?” Chloe mused.

Pollen, for her part, wasn’t bothered by the question. “If I am all about order and control, wouldn’t I be more likely to use and abuse people?”

Chloe bit her lip, but shook her head no.

“Exactly. Just because that is what we represent it does not mean we are prone to be good or evil. In the balance of all things, there IS no good and evil. Really, it just comes down to what a certain group likes or dislikes, or how a person’s morals are aligned.”

“Okay, no, Hawkmoth is totally evil. There is no doubt about that. How could taking control of others and using their emotions to turn them into monsters be seen as a good thing?” Chloe didn’t like the idea of Hawkmoth being in the ‘right’ at all. It went against everything he had done to Paris.

“Well,” Polled offered, “Does Hawkmoth see himself as evil?”

Chloe sat back in her seat. If movies were anything to go by, he probably didn’t. She sighed and motioned Pollen to continue

Pollen pushed on. “In any case, Plagg is often put into the world to ruin things. Surprising, isn’t it? But sometimes the best things are made in the ashes of destruction. Growing from losing things is important for many people. Like how your friend lost his mom- he likely felt sad and lost. But if he grew from that? He could learn to see that others will have his back and he can lean on them. Even in the hard times.”

Chloe looked away from Pollen. She was right, sort of. When Adrien’s mom died, Chloe had been there trying her best to cheer him up. Did it really work? No. But she helped him escape the house and run around the city with her, and watch stupid cartoons and shows, and sometimes, just sometimes, get him to smile.

“But losing your mom isn’t a good thing!” Chloe snapped back. “That devastated my friend and his family.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I painted it as such. Loss is a horrible thing to endure. But I wanted to make a connection to something you mentioned.” Pollen bowed her head. “Destruction is rarely a happy thing. But, a more positive example would be something more metaphorical- the destruction of insecurities, or breaking a bad relationship, or- or bashing down a wall so you can open up a room to have more space!”

Sighing, Pollen shook her head. “It is far too easy to see Dark and Destruction as a bad thing. Darkness can be used to hide when you don’t feel safe. Or it can be used to tone down how bright something is when you feel blinded. It can also be used as a complement and give things more depth.”

“Of course, Plagg has also been put out to tame destruction. Have you ever heard the phrase ‘fighting fire with fire’? It’s the idea that you fight destruction with destruction. But he can also help people see their bad habits, or the things that hurt them, and get them to reign them in and stop themselves before it’s too late.”

“Okay, sure, that makes sense. But didn’t you just describe Tikki and Plagg as opposites anyway? Light and Dark, Creation and Destruction? Why do they need to get people to go against their aspect when the other IS the opposite?” Chloe butt in.

Pollen brightened. “That’s technically later in this lesson, but I can touch on it now. You’ve likely noticed that Ladybug and Chat Noir came together as a pair, correct?” At Chloe’s nod, she continued. “That is because they are like Yin and Yang- opposites that complete each other. While other kwamis do have opposites, none quite work the same as Tikki and Plagg. They were once a single being- one that was the kwami of Balance.”

“Well,” Pollen rubbed her cheek, “They weren’t a kwami, per se. But that is too much to explain for right now. You recall how Hawkmoth’s goal is to get the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous?”

“Of course, that’s all he ever talks about when he akumatizes someone!”

“Well, that’s because when you combine the two into one you can have any wish granted.”

“What!” Chloe slammed her hands down on the coffee table, startling Pollen. “That’s horrible! I mean, the power is cool, but if Hawkmoth got his grubby hands on that wish who knows what he would wish for!” 

“Exactly! But there’s a catch with that- whatever you wish for will have an equal and opposite consequence. If you wished for someone to come back to life? Someone else must die. If you want to have all the power in the world? Everyone else must become powerless. These may sound simple, but the gravity is just as dire as the wish would be grand.”

Chloe fell back. “So, if I- well, if I wished for my mom to love me..?”

“It depends,” Pollen shrugged. “Maybe everyone else around you would hate you. Maybe your father would stop loving you. Or, in a more subtle fashion, she wouldn’t love the real you, just a facsimile of you. Whoever she thinks you are. Sure, there are ways to make a wish that has a mostly positive outcome- for the one making the wish- but the consequence will always hurt someone. Even if it has to be a lot of someones.”

The two fell into silence after that declaration. It was a heavy thought. What could drive someone to want to change something so badly they would be willing to suffer or let others suffer for it? How cold hearted must you be? 

The whole thing baffled Chloe. She could just ring her father and have what she wanted with no consequence. Could she imagine doing something so drastic as to ruin someone’s life to make hers better?

Instead of voicing any of this, Chloe leaned forward. “So tell me about the other miraculous…”

[chasingpj]

𝐜𝐨𝐳𝐲

pairing: percy jackson x gn reader

requested?: yes

warnings: implied sex, and uh, that's it

category: headcanons, fluff, established relationship

one thing that’s never changed between you and percy is that no matter how old you get, you’ll always be the playful 13-year-olds when you first met at heart

some nights felt like you’re just unsupervised children causing havoc in your shared apartment in new rome

there’s this running inside joke between the two of you that you guys can never sit through an entire movie without getting distracted

sometimes you're interrupted by the restlessness of wanting to do something else and other times, you get distracted doing, ehm, wink wink other things

either way, you guys have never gotten through more than 40 minutes of a movie in one sitting

one night, you thought you were going to change that for good

you had set the goal to watch mulan in its entirety without stopping

but then you became a factor in your own demise

you watched through, maybe, the first ten minutes of the movie before you said, “you know what would make this better? a blanket fort.”

percy raised an eyebrow at you, taking in the small living room before turning toward you

“you, y/n, are a person full of great ideas.”

his finger booped your nose softly, and he gave you a boyish smile that made your heart skip a beat

as you jumped up from the couch, you began listing all the things you needed: snacks, the fairy lights in your bedroom, dining room chairs, pillows, and every stuffed animal you have in your place

“yes, sir/ma’am!” percy said before running off to help you collect the materials

it doesn’t take long to put everything together after you established the blankets over the dining chairs and the back of the couch

you laid down blankets on the floor, fluffed the pillows, lined your space with stuffed animals, and decorated everything with fairy lights

by the time you peered into the fort, percy was already covered in blankets and cuddling with a squishmellow

“i’m a little jealous of puff the penguin right now,” you joked as you crawled in, joining him under the blankets

percy gave you a dopey smile, tossing the squishmellow to the side before pulling you into his arms

he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “you’ll always be my favorite squishmellow.”

you snorted, finding what he said to be super corny

you don’t tease him though and instead, you pull him into a slow, almost feather-light kiss

the sweetness of the kiss made your cheeks radiate with heat and the husky hum that vibrates from his throat sends your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies

somehow, through the haze of the intimacy, you remembered what you were supposed to be doing,

and that is watching mulan

you wiggled in his arms, reluctantly pulling away as much as his hold allowed

“the movie,” you reminded him

percy looked at you through the dark lashes of his half-lidded eyes, “oh... right.”

he gazed over at the opening of your cozy fort as if he was about to move

then he just waves his hand, plopping his head right back onto his pillow.

“eh, we can watch it later. i’m more interested in you.”

“but... don’t you want to find out if mulan brings her family honor?” you joked

“of course she will. when does a disney movie ever have a sad ending?”

you were ready to prove him wrong, but you couldn’t come up with an example at the moment, “fine, i guess you’re right.”

percy’s lips that rest against your forehead curl up into a smile, and he gives you another groggy hum, “so, let’s just stay here.”

his thumb caresses your cheek before it slid down, taking your chin in its hold to gently tilt your head back

percy is quick to connect your lips once again, not giving you much time to study the fondness in his expression in the white hue of the fairy lights

the kiss you share increasingly becomes lazier, the heat and comfort of one another making the both of you sleepy

percy eventually pulls away to yawn and you smiled, amused as he mumbles a suggestion to take a nap

it hadn’t been your intention to nap here but after reflecting on the long week of late nights studying for the midterms that just passed, you figured you and perce could use a nap

with your face nuzzled against his neck and percy’s strong arms around your body, it doesn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep

… so much for watching a movie

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[guxciestone]

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#this is lowkey starting to feel like a birth chart reading 💀

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#5

✨🦂

✨ this aspects typically manifests someone who is huge amounts of sex appeal, charisma, and strong drive.

🦂 the sex appeal is definitely more intense for the mars square pluto individuals.

✨ sex appeal, assertion, and determination heightened with mars conjunction pluto.

🦂 it does make someone who desires to be dominant and in control. career-wise, goal-wiseand relationship-wise.

✨ remarkably passionate.

🦂 has potential to change someone’s life for the better or for the worse just by being theirselves.

✨ oppositions, squares can be too passionate to a point where it can lead to uncontrolled aggression.

🦂 trines, conjunctions, sextiles are great leaders that bring impact.

✨ internalized anger can be common, which can lead to explosive aggression.

🦂 men with this aspect tend to be robust, bigger in body frame.

✨ it’s possible that challenging aspects (square, opposition, sometimes conjunction) might have grown up in a aggressive, abusive household.

🦂 these individuals can be slightly manipulative.

✨ because of their appeal, they might even use sex to get what they want.

🦂 their partners can get very addicted to them in a relationship.

✨ knows how to stand up for themselves and others.

🦂 these individuals are the types to show “tough love”, roasting, and, teasing as a way of showing love.

✨ the challenging aspects can do too much of this to a point where it’s overwhelming the other person sometimes.

🦂 can be slightly possessive, or obsessive when it comes to their goals.

✨ tend to have secret, underlying enemies.

🦂 the reason why their enemies are in secret is because these people are VERY INTIMIDATING when they are upset.

✨ these individuals either love being active mentally or physically or sexually.

🦂 oppositions are most likely lazier and less determined.

✨ physical activity is highly recommended for these people. they need some type of endeavor unleash their passion and anger into.

🦂 when the aspect is undeveloped, they can help goals that change all the time. never sticking to a certain goal for a long time.

✨ it’s because these people get bored easily and they always need that intense passion for something.

🦂 when they are not at their best, they can get immensely jealous of others success.

✨ when they are at their best, they let no one get in their way towards their goals and ambitions.

🦂 if they are torn down, they go through rebirth, learn from their mistakes, and continue on working.

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#4

— MARS: YOUR DETERMINATION & DRIVE.

(Part 1)

✧🌶

hiii 💕 so i decided to create a special post about mars & your aspects towards it. i wanted to discuss how you can collide & work with your mars to approach your goals & desires, especially if you have underdeveloped or challenging mars placements. if you think about it, mars is EXTREMELY important to us as people, because life is about us heading towards happiness, satisfaction & what we want. mars is the planet that activates when you work towards that 😏👉🏼👉🏼 also, sorry if this was a bit short. i would’ve put all of the aspects in but the photo limit was 10 pics 👩🏼‍🦲 anyways…

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1169 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 05:34:05 GMT

#3

— the official astrology masterlist ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ #guxciestone’s astrology ❞

࿐ྂ ❛ [ i ]❜ is linked to the improved version of a post.

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1241 notes • Posted 2021-06-16 02:07:46 GMT

#2

✨🦊

🦊 pisces women tend to be very sassy to a point where they appear to seem rude or mean.

🦊 individuals with any personal planets in the 7th house (sun, moon, mercury, mars, venus) tend to prioritize relationships and their love life a lot.

🦊 capricorn rising men appear more entertaining, out-going, and positive than the stereotypical capricorn.

✨ they also tend to laugh a lot too. they tend to have GREAT SENSE OF HUMOR.

✨ capricorn rising men are just literal fluffballs.

✨ they just radiate adorable, positive energy. mad underrated.

🦊 all capricorn risings tend to have attractive, heartthrobbing smiles.

🦊 when you were younger, you probably appeared more like your 12th house sign. you started to appear like your ascendant/1st house when you’re older.

💭 males with moon-venus aspect can be popular amongst women or be perceived as a player, or charmer.

✨ especially positively aspected (trine, sextile, and conjunction)

🦊 venus conjunct mars people are physically attractive.

🦊 females with lilith in the 11th house tend to have male friends.

✨ this is most likely because since lilith is a feminine asteroid, they might’ve not gotten along well with other females as friends.

✨ so they tend to find themselves getting along well with boys or not much friends at all.

✨ this placement can also lead to being sexualized amongst those male friends. or having friends with benefits.

🦊 individuals with their moon in the angular houses (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th) tend to have significant relationships with their mother.

🦊 moon trine jupiter, sometimes moon conjunct jupiter can make someone abundant and lucky when it comes to grades and education.

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1340 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 17:26:31 GMT

#1

✨💅🏼

💅🏼 venus in the 9th house individuals tend to be class pets or teachers favorite students growing up. especially in college.

✨ they might even marry or date a foreigner.

✨ this placement can indicate the possibility of having a significant marriage in your life.

✨ it’s possible to even fall in love with teachers whilst growing up or marrying one.

💅🏼 mars-jupiter aspected individuals are not taken seriously when angry, because they can have a natural humour when they are in a mad mood.

✨ people might laugh at them being angry a lot.

💅🏼 moon trine, sextile, conjunct mars individuals usually have athletic bodies or bodies that have potential for sports.

💅🏼 pluto in the 1st house people has had a past life where they were forbidden and taboo.

✨ (for ex: a witch, shaman..)

💅🏼 capricorn risings usually don’t like crying or tend to not be seen crying as often.

💅🏼 venus in the 2nd house, venus in the 6th house individuals can cook very well or have potential to cook very well.

✨ they love cooking for their lovers.

💅🏼 venus in cancer, venus in 4th house might love old-fashioned love and tend to be very traditional about it.

✨ (ex: women being more submissive, and men being more dominant in a relationship. women staying home and men doing the work.)

💅🏼 asteroid lilith 1181 in the 1st house individuals tends to be hated on and scrutinized for no reason.

✨ there is something unconventional and shocking about these people.

✨ women with this placement might find theirselves attracting people, especially men, wanting to dominate over them.

💅🏼 positively moon-jupiter aspected individuals are usually immaculately grateful for the things they have.

✨ on the flip side, negatively aspected moon-jupiter individuals tend to always see greater things on the other side and can’t see to be happy with the things they already have.

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1649 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 00:21:31 GMT

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[hayjai]

You used to be my workout partner, you were the one trying to do more after every session. Pushing me to be the best athlete I could be. Then I asked to go get ice cream with you. Just to relax a bit and not over work ourselves. After that, you got lazier and lazier. You stopped coming to the gym with me, but always insisted on getting something to eat. We went to the park once; and I remember you weren't as spry as you used to be. You got tired so fast, it's crazy how exhausted you got. We were just playing in the field, jumping around playing tag. Ten minutes go by and your tired like you were after an hour of us before you started eating like this. It's nice to keep going out with you. Especially when you just invite me over for movie night and snacks. I have noticed you've gotten bigger, but it would be so rude if I just blurted it out for no reason. I ask if you want to come to the gym for old times sake, I can see you're not eager, but you say yes anyways, and I appreciate that. You show up in your old gym clothes, and they don't fit in the slightest. Your belly is hanging over your waist band, and your gym shorts and leggings are so tight on your ass they're starting to look see-through. I start warming up, but you're already sweltering. By the time I'm half way through my first set; you can't take it anymore. You've collapsed on the floor gasping for air. I rush over to help you get up, it's a hassle but I get you to the bench. Sitting next to you, comforting you until you catch your breath. That's the last time I ask you to come to the gym.

[lemme-just-oops]

heeeyy!

May i request Headcanons of Arcana Twilight boys with an s/o whose mbti personality type is ISFP?

Alpheratz: Your personalities may clash sometimes, because he is more on the lazier side. But he does support every thought of yours and listens to everything you say. Might tag along to a few of your ideas, but prefers listening. And he might stop you if he feels like your idea is going to get you into trouble. But that is rare.

Arcturus: He has a feeling for responsibility, and he will care for you until the end of time itself. Whatever you want to do at any given moment, he is ready to tag along and loves how much you experiment with your interests. He might call you a "cool evil scientist" for that, because everyone loves the villains. You will always have him to rely on, if you need support for your newest hobby. Whether it is financial aid or motivational speech.

Pollux: Everyone agreed that you two should not be left alone. His bad luck with your skill to explore is bound to cause a lot of disasters, and how right they were. One of you needs to develope a few more cells for common sense before you two really are alone. But he is drawn to your need to explore, and whenever he is feeling down, looking at you is all he needs before exploding like a firework.

Sirius: Introverted and still he feels like you should be amongst people. He notices how much you bloom when left to yourself, and even more when you get to talk about the things you love. It fills him with a joy he cannot explain. He sometimes gets curious about how much effort you put into your works, so he casually mentions those topics to see if you'll get a hobby with them. His favorite subject is flowers for this case, because it is a long commitment.

Spica: When your sovial battery is drained, he is the first to notice and he will ask you if you prefer being alone. His understanding of you might be bad sometimes, but he will learn when you are uncomfortable quickly and will pay attention to what cheers you up. The problem seems to be that one time, you are cheered up by being given a piece of chocolate, and another time you want to have time for yourself and he never knows what you really need. When you begin to consider a new hobby, he will frown and ask if you didn't just start doing another thing. As long as you have fun, he does not consider it a waste of money or time though.

Vega: If anyone can keep your impulses in check, it is him. And he still manages to sound supportive. Because he reminds you to not charge into your newest interest and to read up on it first. He will ask to come over when you start a new project, because he likes spending time with you and to see how hard you work on making your visions come true. You may not realize it, but when you get lost in thoughts, you have a funny expression. And he will take sneaky pictures of you, because he is proud of you.

[littlewitty]

Bitten

Ship: Leonardo x MC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Description of blood

I just tagged the people who seemed interested in the story idea.

@entidy13 @niphredil-14 @kisara-16 @lead-ruby-red​ 

It was beautiful in summer. The trees would gently sway in the calming breeze. Nurturing the greenery in his luscious rays, the sun would burn. Lilies, roses, sunflowers and marigolds would all proudly spread their petals out, basking in sultry-filled confidence.

“This is nice,” I hummed into his chest. He was refreshing. One thing I adored and sometimes took advantage of was how vampires were naturally cooler-blooded compared to humans. That meant that leaning on his chest would leave a pleasant burn of tranquil freedom from summer’s passionate heat.

Leonardo’s room was a gratifying wash of warm amber. The sun intruded from the ajar window. The cobwebs were more apparent than ever. I abhorred them but he would only chuckle and say to ‘let them live their lives’. Time-forgotten books scattered. All of them were open on specific pages, held in place with random objects found in the moment: a coffee cup, paper weight (that one made sense), an old lighter and a sleeping Lumiere.

“I guess so.” Leonardo stiffly replied. His eyes reflected something different, as of recent. Ever since I was turned in fact. He seemed further away - in his own world. Perhaps it was because I had abandoned the gift of humanity, turning into the very creature he least preferred. Or maybe the summer heat made him lazier and miss Italy. His body was always raspingly tense; he was on the cusp of rupture. He would second-guess himself around me. I could see it.

“...Cara, you’re a bit close,” he seethed before covering himself up, “Are you trying to initiate something?” He posed. His painfully forced smirk grated itself through his teeth. Overall, he seemed grey and sickly - skin like worn down leather.

“Hey, you can talk to me… come o-”

“Cara, I’m fine.” He panted. The knife-edged tone left no space for questioning and soon my head was perched against his chest, yet again. His breathing had definitely changed. It had once been shallow. I was sure of it. What once had been a peaceful silence had degraded to subtle attempts of panting. Was he ill? Could he even get ill? Maybe thirst?

Now I knew what it was like to be thirsty. I knew of the agony that the residents had to go through. I knew what he went through everyday in our relationship when I was human. Your brain contaminated your morals. Humans turned into blood banks. In your sight, all you can see is their throbbing, pulsating veins carrying their rich, precious life-line. Like swallowing cement, your throat cramps and tenses, contracting around you.

Pushing off my arms, I united his glowing orbs with mine. He desperately tried to avoid all eye contact. He probably would have pushed me off him if he could. Through his separated lips, the sharpness of his fangs protruded. 

“Cara Mia, you should leave.” He hissed, like I would have listened. My hand gradually crawled from the silky, cotton sheets to his slick cheek. Guiding his vision to me. I tenderly caressed his jaw. He was aware I knew. The sorry expression that signed itself on his features proved that.

“Shh, you don’t have to say anything.” I hushed. He knew I was a vampire. Yet, he still had this internalised phobia of biting me.

“C-Cara….I-” He barely ushered, losing his resolve until he gave up. One final reassuring smile to say ‘I know and I forgive you’ was all his instincts needed to take over. I was roughly pinned down. Eyes filled with self-betrayal and soon-to-be regret. Right hand enmeshed in my hair, dividing my neck and head. Left hand on the back of my right thigh, lifting my knee up in between his own. He kneeled over me. Burying his face into my neck as much as he could, he nipped. Asking permission maybe? He was going to feel so guilty. The only pacifier I could think of was entangling every limb I had around him. ‘It’s safer in my arms, closer to me heart and soul.’

“Ah! Gentle Leonardo, p-please..” Fangs deeply nested in my neck, he didn’t want to neither stop nor pull away. I knew, now. Instinct was everything. It ran our lives. If you needed blood, you were going to kill for it.

Glorified, gory ecstasy was tempered through my body. Hot pleasure - a comforting warm -  a rush of anticipation filled adrenaline with tainting spice boasting the feeling. Soft fatigue, humble and descended you down like falling into a heavy sleep. My darkest, deepest desires ran wild. He engorged himself lightly. Sucking and lapping at my neck, tending to it by licking anything he could get. Flailing limp, he loosened his grasp on my figure. Whether he was personally fulfilled or not, his bloodlust was more than sated.

“You can have more, I feel fine.” 

“No, Cara, I can’t.” He exhaled. There was a sleepy, grainy tinge to his voice. Leonardo wouldn’t admit it but he would have found a preserving delight from that.

“Look at me.” I demanded.

“Heh, you’ve been so demanding since your rebirth,” he lifted his head and, even though only slightly, smiled. His whole face had more colour and his skin seemed softer and more delicate. A guilty rose-red tint pasted itself onto his cheeks. Endearingly, he reached up and smoothed my hair out. It definitely needed it. It was odd how much stinging friction my locks had against his hand. That coaxed a laugh out of us. A lovely, peaceful quiet laid itself between us. No words were said, no words were needed. His lips were pale, perhaps that was due to the red stain on the inside of them. In his smile, he bared his, currently, pink teeth and his deeply rouge-dyed mouth. Some smudges around his lips here and there, droplets of blood in the corner of his lips, comfortably resting. But his bloodied tongue soon made quick work of them.

Maybe the vampire in me detecting blood or it could have been the lover seeing him for who he truly is, perhaps a mixture, but he looked more handsome than ever.

“Do I look good Cara Mia? Is that why you’re smiling and stari- hey! Don’t stop,” he pulled me nose-to-nose with him, “It was cute.” A sweet kiss to the tip of my nose and we were back snuggling. Although, this time, reversed-roles. Leonardo’s head rested happily against my breast as I began to stroke his hair softly. He was the most relaxed I had ever seen. 

“I’m going to have to learn a completely different side to you, aren’t I Leonardo?” He shifted, meeting my eyes. “Your vampire side.” 

[neon-junkie]

Another Night Like This

Summary: This was just meant to be another drunken fuck, a heated session between two men that have spent the last few years sticking by each other's side. Maybe that's why it turned into making love?

Pairing: Javier Escuella x Bill Williamson

Word Count: 2130

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Accidental making love, Making out, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Drunken sex.

Notes: Had a few requests for more Willscuella hehe. This is set just before RDR1 :0)

The air in New Austin is crisp, blazing down onto everybodys skin, turning their mouthes dry, and burning the back of their throat. If you're short of water or whiskey, then you're fucked; but in this case, it's the dead of night, cool enough to keep the sweat away, but still dry and almost uncomfortably humid. Luckily, for a pair of unexpected lovers, dehydration isn't the case here, as tongues are sliding against each other as Javier pushes Bill down, grabbing his wrists as he falls back and pinning them on either side of his head. Their lips only leave each other for a brief moment, but when they reconnect, they're as hungry as ever. Javier adjusts his legs, swinging them over Bills lap as he straddles him, pinning his crotch against the much larger man. It's easy for Javier to over-power Bill, usually because Bill will submit to the other man with a click of his fingers, but how could anyone not submit to a well-dressed, golden-toned man, who's dark hair is currently falling a little too close to their mouths and getting caught up in their kiss.

Javier lets out a sigh as he breaks the kiss, sitting upright and pushing his hair from his face. Bill makes his usual comment, "you're gonna get fed up with it one day 'n' just cut it all off," he tells Javier, looking up at him with blown-pupils. "Maybe..." Javier replies, his eyes looking back down into Bills. He smirks softly, an expression that he pulls whenever he sees Bill like this; patiently waiting for Javier's orders, hands now resting on his stomach, visually struggling to restrain himself from pulling Javier back down onto him. The pair had been running together ever since the gang broke up a good few years ago; The wounds will never heal, but at least they have each other to keep themselves sane, or as sane as they can be whilst roaming around the dry sands of the desert. They've been camping at this same spot for a while now, just above the shore of the San Luis River. It's the perfect campsite, far enough from the main road that they don't get bothered, yet not too far from the closest town. There's also the flawless view of Mexico, its shores seeming so close yet still so far, and Javier spends every morning watching the sunrise over his homeland before prodding Bill awake, so they can get on with their day. In a few hours from now, Javier would be waking up early, ready for his daily routine. But Bill had dragged him to the saloon last night, and the pair could barely ride back, stumbling into camp and onto each other, spending another night with each other's company, as if they haven't been doing that for the last few years. They'd not bothered with hiding in their tent like they would at previous campsites, instead, finding each other beside their campfire, hands trailing across each other before Javier made his usual bold move of straddling Bills hips. "You gonna get these off for me?" Javier questions, his hand tugging at the light pants Bill recently brought. "Sure," Bill replies. Javier de-mounts him so Bill can begin to undress. He unbuttons his vest, letting out a sigh as begins to unbutton his shirt; it was Javier's idea that Bill tried adding a vest to his outfit, and as much as the outfit suits Bill, he's far too lazy to do up so many buttons every single day. However, he's even lazier to go and buy another outfit. At least Javier was smart enough to stop bothering with wearing vests, picking out the same white shirt that Bill now wears, along with a jacket that he barely buttons up. Bill had commented that Javier was getting as lazy as he was with his appearance, to which Javier sighed and said "guess I've spent too much time around you, huh?" Javier's hands are back on Bill before Bill can barely finish peeling off his shirt, discarding his shirt into their shared tent. Javier goes straight to fondling Bill's balls, biting his tongue to try and hide his smile as Bill lets out a whimper. "Why you always gotta do that?" Bill comments, and pouts when Javier chuckles. "No reason," Javier replies, biting his tongue in an attempt to hide his grin. As always, Javier's hand begins to trail south, prodding at Bill's entrance after slipping two fingers into his mouth. Bill relaxes against him, leaning back on his elbows and lets his legs fall apart; he's not a stranger to having Javier see him like this, and vice versa. One of his hands trails over Bills stomach, thinner than he used to be, but still coated in thick, dark hair. "Shit," Bill murmurs as Javier slips a finger into it. He doesn't bother going slow, pushing all the way up to his knuckle, knowing Bill can take it. "Still loose from last night, eh?" Javier comments as he slips another finger in, rotating it slight as he begins to fuck Bill with his fingers. "Shuddup," Bill grumbles, his eyes flicking away momentarily. The pouting of his bottom lip disappears as Javier finds that spot inside him, brushing over it with his fingers, making Bills cock twitch. "Shit, Javi-" Bill whines as he falls off his elbows, laying back in the dirt. "Good boy," Javier purrs. He catches Bills eyes as the larger man looks up at him with flushed cheeks, chewing at his bottom lip; Javier knows damn-well what praise does to him, and he's happily to send hoards of it Bills way, considering that this man has gone his entire life without any. A third finger is slipped in, and this time, Bill moans, rolling his head back in the dirt. Javier adjusts his position, lying down on his side beside his lover, propped up on his elbow. He continues thrusting his fingers in and out of Bill, all the whilst dipping his head down to catch Bills lips with his own. The kiss is messy, sloppy, seasoned with whimpers and soft words of affection. "You're doing so well for me, Bill," Javier sighs against his lips, and Bills cock twitches yet again. "You're hard for me, aren't you, Bill?" Javier asks as he moves his lips away, his dark eyes staring directly into Bills hazy ones. Bill manages to let out a soft "uh-huh," nodding his head at the same time. "Good, touch yourself," Javier commands, and chuckles as Bill darts his hand down to begin pumping his length. "Eager," he says with a smirk, and yet again, Bill tells him to shut up. "You think you're ready for me, big guy?" Javier asks. "Y-yeah," Bill sheepishly replies with a nod. Javier softly laughs at his timidity, shifting his weight to lie on his side comfortably, still propped up by his elbow. "We've fucked how many times? and you're still so shy around me?" "Oh, come on, you know what I'm like!" Bill defends. "Yeah, I do, Bill," he laughs, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "But you know I wouldn't want you any other way." The words slip from Javier's mouth, and it takes him a moment to process what he's just said. His eyes meet Bills, wide as always, and Bill stutters out "you wouldn't?" "I wouldn't," Javier confirms, and slips his fingers from Bills entrance. He wipes himself off on his pants before placing the same hand on Bills hip, caressing him, kneading his skin. This time, Bill reaches up to tug at Javier's hair, pulling him down to his height, and kissing him deeply. Javier has to bite back a laugh, knowing how much his words of approval mean to the larger man. Without breaking the kiss, he shuffles onto his knees, settling between Bills thighs, and begins to unbutton his pants, tossing his gun belt in the direction of their tent. Javier feels something tug at his chest, soon realizing that Bill's helping him undress, unbuttoning his shirt. Large hands trail up to help slip the fabric over his shoulders, before entwining with his hair. The kiss is soon broken, and as Javier sits upright, he pulls Bill by his hips, wrapping his legs around his waist, and positions his cock at the larger man's entrance. They sigh in unison as Javier pushes in, rolling his hips in short and quick movements, before settling on a long and slow pace. "Good, Bill," Javier sighs, watching his length disappear and reappear. He leans forward and picks up where the two left off, with open mouthed kisses, and soft moans shared between them. Bill's hands don't seem to settle, kneading at the smaller man's waist, gripping his biceps, trailing over his back; Javier doesn't mind, he's perfectly used to this, and takes pleasure in Bills neediness. He moves his lips from Bills, brushing over his turning-grey beard with light kisses, and settles on his neck, leaving his mark as the last one has finally faded away. Once Bill's neck is covered, satisfying Javier's standards, Javier sits mostly upright, turning his focus onto rolling his hips perfectly. The sight of Bill beneath him, a total whimpering mess, isn't foreign to Javier, but it's a sight that he takes in every time. "That's it, that's my Bill," Javier praises, smiling softly when Bill lets out his flustered whine as a reply. Bill's still tugging at his cock, but Javier politely swats his hand away, replacing it with his own. One hand rests on the dirt, propping his body over the larger man's, whilst the other pumps his cock in time with his thrusts, leaving Bill to grip onto whichever part of Javier's body that he can. "F-Faster... please," Bill mumbles. "What was that?" Javier asks with a smirk, stopping his thrusts completely. He pushes his cock as deep as it can go, hitting Bills prostate and making the larger man squirm beneath him. "I said faster, dammit! ....please," Bill corrects his barking, his pout being wiped away as Javier does exactly what he's asked, picking up the pace. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the thick air, possibly trailing over to the main road, but it's nobody's business but their own. As always, Bills moans are deep and gruff, with the occasional soft whimper, whereas Javier's are light and soft, mixed with words of praise. "Javi- you've gotta..." Bill attempts to call out. "Gotta what?" Javier replies. "S-Slow down," he whimpers, making Javier raise his brow. "A second ago you were asking me to go faster. Which is it, Bill?" he questions, biting back a laugh. "S-slo... Fa-sl... Aughh," Bill grumbles, indecisive as always. "Faster? again? alright, Bill. If that's what you want," Javier chuckles, picking up the pace once more. It's hard to pump Bills cock at the same speed, but Javier does what he can, taking in the sight of the larger man mewling beneath him. "I'm gonna.... if you keep-" Bill attempts to call out yet again, and Javier doesn't slow down his pace so Bill can talk. "Cum then, Bill. Go on," he urges, his own orgasm sitting on the fence, awaiting Bills arrival. Bill half opens his eyes, nodding in agreement, before letting them fall shut again, moaning away as Javier continues to fuck him. He spills his load on his stomach, coating his dark hair, his hair turning even whiter as Javier pulls out and let his load entwine with Bills. Javier mutters "mierda," whilst Bill mutters "shit." Javier falls limp across Bills chest, paying no mind to the sticky mess between their bodies. They spend a few moments coming down from their highs, panting, groaning, licking their dry lips, until Javier shuffles his head up to kiss Bill once more. There's tenderness in the kiss, not that there isn't always; his hand cups the back of Bills head, and eventually trails down his body, settling on his thigh and eagerly squeezing him. Bill's trying his best to grip at Javiers waist, but his hands are falling weak, exhausted and still slightly drunk. The kiss eventually breaks, and the pair squint their eyes as they turn, noticing the sun slowly rising in the distance. Another night spent together, not that it's been any different for the last few years, but tonight definitely felt different. "Come on, come to bed with me," Javier says as he turns back to Bill, giving his thigh another squeeze as he nuzzles the larger man. "Alright, old man," Bill chuckles, his hand reaching up to tuck one Javier's many greying hairs behind his ear. "Says you," Javier laughs, prodding at the grey patch on his beard. "Yeah, says me," Bill smiles.

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Can you write an imagine with Kylian? Like you train so much and sometimes you don't have enough power and inspiration to do another training but Kylian supports you every time. Thank you ❤

You loved working out, you loved everything that involved moving around and being active. You had been like this ever since you were a little girl even playing a team sport as well when you were younger. Now all you did was work out at home or hit the gym from time to time, though you preferred staying at home. Luckily you had a football player as a boyfriend who had his own little gym in his house which you gladly occupied now and then. Lately, you felt as though you didn’t have enough power anymore. You were feeling lazier than usual however you always tried to motivate yourself to work out at least 30 minutes a day, so you could be active.

When you really didn’t feel like working out, you always had your own little personal trainer with you, your boyfriend. “Come on baby. Let’s work out together. You always feel great after it, remember?”, he said to you, a bright grin on his lips as he sat down on the sofa with you. “I know. But I feel like I’m too lazy to get up.”, you said, cuddling up to Kylian as he couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle, putting his arm around you as he pressed a quick kiss on your head. “You told me that if you ever don’t want to workout, I should get your ass off of this sofa and get you to the gym.”, he told you, making you laugh as your head fell back a bit, nodding lightly as you remembered what you had said to him. “Besides you already have your workout clothes on anyway. Let’s go baby.”, Kylian stated, getting up from the sofa and pulling you up with him. “But you had training already. You don’t need to work out with me.”, you stated, his fingers intertwining with yours while you made your way to the home gym. “Don’t worry about me. I love working out with you.”, he told you honestly, a bright grin gracing his lips.

And he was right. You didn’t work out too much, just a light workout however you felt great after it. Being active was part of your life and you felt as though that would never change. You were also happy that you had Kylian who always motivated and inspired you to move forward and be the best version of yourself.

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