#fiancés :3c

[eternity-death]

🫧：you asked if i was in your head awhile ago, but i have to ask if you’re in mine because i was JUST wondering if sunday was really in his 20’s and your post floats by. full circle

Mayhaps you are one of my missing brain cells… back to where you belong.

[canisonicscrewyou]

teehee seeing the mountain goats tomorrow <3333

[merrigel]

Every day I reblog things to the wrong blog by accident

[chattycups]

speed running my sewer slide by playing this on repeat like…………….. sir what the fuck (eta the edit.)

[realityrewind]

I'm going to anthrocon this year, and to say I'm excited is most certainly an understatement

[gingrrfrog]

hey! 🫵🏻😐

you look like you want to read a jaeji draft where Jaehyun c*ms in his pants. i'm feeling gracious, so have a 3k nsfw drabble where jaehyun is tipsy, horny, and missing his wife.

warnings: masturbation, premature ejaculation, home-made porn (jaehyun records himself fucking his wife :3c), a man who is obsessed with his wife, basically

pairings: jeong jaehyun x oc female (if you aren't familiar with my work, feel free to check out ivoire and noir on ao3)

authors: one of my many many jaeji drafts that will never see the light of day. this specifically focuses on what would've been their engagement and talking about children. please note: this has nothing to do with the current timeline <3

“Jihyun?” Jaehyun called out on a Saturday night.

Ah. That’s right. It was Saturday. Jaehyun pouted. Jihyun would still be at work and after a night out all he wanted to do was cuddle up to his fiancée and hope for some passive head, but he would have to settle with either his hand or a nap. Tipsier than he would like, he stumbled up the stairs and yanked his clothes off his body before showering.

His shower was short as he didn’t want to be standing anymore than he was tonight at the bar, falling on their bed and landing head first into Jihyun’s pillow. He inhaled and smelled her scent and sighed, hugging the pillow close to his chest.

He reached for his phone shortly after and tried his luck with a quick phone call, his eye brightening when she answered and her face appeared on the screen. She smiled brightly at him and Jaehyun could only return the smile.

“Hi, Sweet Boy,” she beamed. Jaehyun was going to ignore his lower half twitching.

“Hi,” he doped. “How is work?”

“Good, I’m coming home soon after a few things. How was the bar?”

“Boring,” he sighed, rolling on his back, “its fun when we go and you start fighting.”

Jihyun snorted, “thanks. I’m just your entertainment.”

Jaehyun laughed and pressed his lips to the camera, “come home soon. I miss you.”

“I’ll be home in an hour or two. Get some snacks and we’ll watch a movie.”

“‘Kay,” he yawned. “Love you.”

“Me more, I’ll see you in a little.”

Jaehyun did as he was told and prepared the snacks as told after ordering them via delivery. He sat in bed and munched on a bag of popcorn until it was empty, even going as far as gnawing on the kernels until his molar hurt. He gave up on the bag entirely and settled for his movie, his eyes heavy and fighting them.

He had no idea what it was about, as he used the film as a time keeper for when Jihyun would come home. By the time it was over, he told himself, his fiancée would be in his arms.

He thought the movie was an action, and for the most part, it was. There was a secondary romance plot that bored him, up until the middle.

He didn’t remember looking at the rating but was shocked to see the main characters in a graphic sex scene. It jolted him awake, watching the girl rock her hips on the man’s lap. He swallowed and shook his head.

Jihyun does that.

Once his length is nestled in her warmth she’ll start slow, gauging how fast or how slow she’ll want to go by Jaehyun’s facial expressions. Jihyun would watching him through her eyelashes, her hair falling around her up until she would bring his hand up to her soft tresses for him to wrap it around his fist the way she liked.

She was so soft and she always smelled so good. He would never be able to describe it. Her natural scent always swirled beautifully with whatever fragrance she would wear, sweet like honey and warm like cinnamon, Jaehyun had no choice but to fall into her hold.

Said man groaned at his imagination and growing erection, hoping to will it away by squeezing his eyes tight enough. The action, however, only made it worse.

He could almost hear her. Her soft breaths whenever he thrusted into her. Her moans when she found her spot inside her. Jihyun was every bit vocal in the bedroom as she was outside of it, but was quieter, gentler, with more intimacy. Jaehyun loved when his name fell from her lips the most. He loved when she choked it out in between gasps and pleas, whenever he would turn them around and he would be on top, fucking her the way she loved, and her voice hitching up a few octaves. His name was always followed by a desperate kiss to wherever she could reach, his lips, shoulder, knuckle, anywhere.

And when she came…

Jaehyun shuddered. Then froze in horror.

He sat up quickly and looked in his lap to realize he had a full orgasm in his pants without even so touching himself. Humiliated, he peeled his sticky pants off to pull on a new pair before shoving his soiled pajamas into the washer.

Back in their room, Jaehyun sat in bed. Embarrassed and still hard.

He looked at his phone and swallowed harshly.

He pushed his pants towards his knees and unlocked his phone, his lip in between his teeth as he made way through his private photo collection.

Jaehyun let out a loud moan upon wrapping his hand over his length. Photos and videos of his fiancée were plenty, especially if she was so generous to share as many as she could.

He watched as she took his cock on screen, her cheeks flushed and pink lips parted. Her pants and cries were coming through his speakers as she took whatever Jaehyun gave to her.

“Fucking me so good, baby,” she moaned. “So, so, so good, Jaehyun—fuck—“

Jaehyun’s breath shallowed, his hand quickening over his length, “Jihyun…“

“Right there, Jaehyun, please don’t stop, please, please, please—!”

He grunted and fucked into his hand, his heart racing. Surely his own face is red at this point.

“So close, Jihyun,” he breathed, “so /fucking/close.”

“Close to what, baby?”

A cold sweat fell over Jaehyun. If his face wasn’t bright red early it was now, and violently. Shocked and distracted from his orgasm, he made eye contact with his fiancée who was now standing at the door, her eyebrows raised.

No matter how embarrassed…Jaehyun continued to run his hand over his length. He wanted to die, really, to be caught jacking off like a teenager. But the way Jihyun eyed him prompted him to continue, especially since she began to peel her own clothes off.

“Were you thinking about me?” She asked meekly, pushing her shirt off her shoulders as Jaehyun nodded dumbly.

He welcomed her into his arms and immediately went for her neck, drinking up her scent and quickening his fist.

“Want…to be inside…” he mumbled, kissing her shoulder.

Jihyun tilted his head upwards to capture his lips for a kiss, once that he so eagerly return. Jihyun held his face in her hands and locked eyes with him.

“Beg.”

Holy fucking shit, he thought to himself. He almost blew it.

“Please,“ he begged, shoving his head into her shoulder, “/please,/let me fuck you Gigi, please, please let me in your pussy.”

“You want it?” She asked, pulling her underwear to the side.

“Want it so bad,” he groaned, “I want you. I love you, I want you, Jihyun.”

“You have it, I’m yours, Jaehyun,” she all but cooed in his ear.

Gripping her waist, he pressed himself against her waist and shoved himself to the hilt, listening to her whimper before rutting into her. Jihyun threaded her fingers in his hair, rocking her hips against his.

“Missed you so much,” she said into his ear. “I feel like it’s been forever.”

Of course, it was a hyperbolic statement, but there was some truth with it. Both parties were busy with their respective businesses, Jaehyun coming home exhausted and fast asleep before Jihyun came home, while Jihyun left before he woke up. To say it’s been forever was dramatic, true, but to the newly engaged couple, it was arduous.

Jaehyun moved his hands from her hips to wrap his arms around her waist, securing her chest against his own. In his own way, he explained that he missed her just as much, if not more. Snapping his hips upwards, he welcomed her lips onto his, making sure to express his love in the only way he knew how. By giving, by servicing.

“Harder,“ she breathed against his lips. Jaehyun immediately flipped them over so that Jihyun laid on her back, her fiancé ripping her bra off and attaching his lips to a nipple before increasing his force.

“Fuck!” She cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist and her nails scraping down his back. “Right there—right there, Jaehyun, please—“

Jaehyun pulled away from her chest to hover over her, a grin on his face before kissing the tip of her nose, “beg.”

Jihyun gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes, but a harsh thrust to her spot elicited a moan.

“Please don’t stop,” she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out before her fiancé pressed a kiss it it. “Wanna feel good with you, wanna cum over your cock.”

Jaehyun continued his pace again, making sure to snap his hips forcefully, “like that? Do you want it hard, baby?”

Jihyun was all but crying, her moans and curses growing louder. Her hands left his hair and reached for her pillow behind her, fisting the fabric tightly in her hands.

The sounds of their thighs slapping together bounced all throughout the room, and with the way the bed creaked under them, Jaehyun wouldn’t be surprised if he broke something or if something were to break. Jaehyun wouldn’t be lasting long himself either, his grip bruising her thighs.

Suddenly, the grip around his cock increased, creating a tight squeeze that he could barely pull out of as Jihyun cried out her orgasm. She shook under him as her fiancé continued to drill into her, sensitivity running rampant through her body as she tried to push him away just to catch her breath.

To no avail, Jaehyun continued to fuck into her anyway, groaning when he felt something warm splash against his groin and trickle down his thigh, pulling out to watch Jihyun squirt on their sheets and on his twitching cock.

“Fuck, Jihyun,” he gasped, running a hand over his length until cum spewed from the tip.

Judging by the size of the load, he was well pent up, a pool on her stomach that didn’t include the cum he pushed into her wet hole, shuddering as Jihyun squeezed against the tip.

He smiled at Jihyun’s thighs shaking before he snuggled on top of her, ignoring her whines.

“Jaehyun, we’re filthy.”

“I know,” he sighed happily, kissing her chest.

His fiancée scoffed and pushed him off to walk to the shower. Jaehyun frowned and watched as she nearly tripped and fell over, her face alight as her fiancé watched her with a grin.

“Careful.” He warned cheekily.

“Fuck you,” Jihyun huffed.

He sat laid back in bed and heard the shower go off in the background. He really should at least change the sheets, they were wet and full of…fluids. He barely managed to peel himself off before deciding the sheets were a lost cause, throwing them in the washer with his pajamas from early and starting the washer before going back upstairs.

He could make the bed. Or he could set up camp. Literally.

Jaehyun walked over towards the bathroom were Jihyun was now finished with her shower, her towel wrapped under her arms as she dried her hair.

She watched her fiancée circle around her suspiciously, her eyes narrowed until Jaehyun pressed himself against her, reaching to pull her towel off and let it fall against the floor.

His fingers caressed the goosebumps her arms and watched her nipples pebble at the cold before he took her breasts in each hand, his twitching length nestling in between her bum.

“I’m marrying you tomorrow,” he confessed in her shoulder. Jihyun snorted.

“I work a double tomorrow so I don’t know who you’re marrying.” She placed the hairdryer to the side and fell into his hold. Jaehyun nestled his cock in between her thighs and thrusted slowly.

“I just showered and you’re going to fuck me again?”

“I was going to settle for your thighs,” he admitted, pecking her neck. “But I’ll fuck your tight cunt if you want.”

Jihyun slapped him for his crude language but embraced him. “You’re disgusting.”

Jaehyun grinned, “I know. And you’re marrying me.”

“Tomorrow?” Jihyun continued the joke with a laugh, turning around in his hold to wrap her arms around his neck. Jaehyun returned the same goofy grin and picked her up to place her on the sink, kissing her sweetly despite his crass words.

“If you’ll have me,” he returned.

Much to Jaehyun’s dismay, the couple was dressed and settled for a mattress topper on the floor in front of the window. The windows were open, letting in a summer breeze and filling the room with sounds of crickets and leaves brushing against each other. Jihyun turned to kiss her fiancé in bed, pulling him up so that she was sat on his lap. He smiled as Jihyun cradled his head, her thumb on his lips and the other caressing his cheekbone. Jaehyun kissed the pad of her thumb.

Jaehyun’s eyes flitted from her lips to her eyes, leering at her through his eyelashes. “What?”

Jihyun only smiled and shook her head, granting his silent request for a kiss.

“I love you.” She smiled. The smile was pure, innocent, despite their state of undress. “You’re my best friend.”

Jaehyun swallowed harshly, his eyes scanning her face. His heart raced in his chest as Jihyun caressed the new flush on his cheek and nose.

“I really,” Jihyun took a deep breath,” really can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You…have no idea how much I love you—how much you mean to me.”

Jaehyun smiled finally, securing his Jihyun into his arms as she pressed them down on the floor again. She listened to his heart beat wildly in his chest as she felt his hands on her shoulders, squeezing reassuringly. Jaehyun was always so bad with words, and always tried to replace that with his actions. Jihyun didn’t mind, at least, now she didn’t. It confused her at first, initially, but she knew now that the soft caress and the gentle squeeze was always an I love you more than I’ll ever be able to explain.

“I love you,” he said finally after some time passed. “But you didn’t need to hear it to know.”

Jihyun smiled, knowing that she was referring to her ear placed against his heart. It slow down some, but it was just a tad faster than usual. She laid her chin on his chest, looking up at her fiancé as he brushed hair away from her face.

“Do you want kids?” She asked. With their wedding a few months away, they should’ve had this discussion earlier. She thought she remembered him saying yes once. “Like really? Actually?”

Jaehyun picked up on her uncertainty and raised eyebrow, “Eventually. Why? It doesn’t sound like you’re too keen.”

“I do, I just could remember if you did.” Jihyun reassured, “How many?”

Jaehyun snorted, “isn’t that up to you to decide?”

“I want at least two,” Jihyun explained. “A boy and a girl.”

Jaehyun scrunched his nose and shook his head, “I’ve done my fair share of raising boys. I want two, but I want girls.”

“You don’t think it’d be nice for our daughter to have an older brother to rely on?”

“No,” he mumbled. “That’s why she has me.”

Jihyun hummed in response before perking up, sitting up instantly and holding his hand, “lets have a baby.”

“Now?“ Jaehyun shook his head, “No way. Your dad would fucking murk me.”

“He won’t because we’re getting married in two months.”

“We’ll try then.”

Jihyun whined and pulled on his hand harder, “why not!? No one is going to know. We’ll keep it a secret.”

Jaehyun looked at her in disbelief, “you? Keeping secrets?!”

“Fuck off.”

Jaehyun shook his head once more before snuggling in the blanket, “we have less than eight weeks. Be patient.”

Jihyun pouted and fell on her pillow next, playing with his fingers, “what if we made one earlier?”

“Please don’t jinx it.” Was the last thing her fiancé said before he drifted off to sleep.

[theweepingangelofcas]

hi love!! Can I ask for a moriarty the patriot x reader who has curly hair like kory from dc comics, it can be headcanons or anything you like,feel free to ignore this, thank you smm and have a nice day!!🎀🎀

Hiya! I myself have wavy hair, so I did my best to write for a character with curly/coily, 3c/4cish type of hair. I do know some people who have this type of hairstyle, and I did go to esthetics school, but my portrayal of this hair type might not be 100% accurate. I also know that a lot of people who have this hair type are african american. I will admit this right now, I am white as all hell, and I didn't want to assume the reader's race, so I left that pretty much up to interpretation. I also mention protective hairstyles in this, but I try not to go to far into detail, that way I can keep things respectful. If I misrepresented or offended any culture with this, please let me know asap. I will happily rewrite it the correct way. I decided on William and Louis, as they're my favorites to write for

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Coils - Moriarty the Patriot x Reader

William Moriarty

William is not unfamiliar with different hair textures.

Long before Albert found him, he lived on the streets. He met so many different kinds of people. Some of them had hair like you do now.

Thick, curly hair, fluffing out beautifully atop your head. When he first met you, he had to resist complimenting you on it. It was so different than his own, and goodness knows this man loves to learn. So, when you two got close and finally became an item, he finally got to ask all the questions he liked (with all the respect, of course).

"Like this?" William took a thick glob of hair gel into his hands, before rubbing it between his palms. You nodded, showing him how to scrunch the product into your hair, "This way, the curls will stay in place without getting too frizzy over time." Today was wash day. You had worn your hair in a protective hairstyle for about two weeks now, and it was time to take it out. William was ecstatic that he got to help, fingers cautiously untying the intricate twists in your hair. He had helped you wash your roots, while avoiding the ends, and even made sure to put as much conditioner on as you wanted. Truly, he had been waiting to help you with this. Though he knew you needed no assistance, he found your hair to be absolutely gorgeous. Fascinating. You were planning to wear your hair naturally for a little while, before going back to another style. He supported you either way. "Did I layer on too much?" He was being so careful in his movements, not wanting to pull on any of the fine strands. Laughing, you shook your head, "You're doing great, William." Determination on his face, he continued with his task, almost entirely focused on the way his hands worked. It was a struggle to hold back your giggled when his tongue peeked out in concentration. Yes, you'd definitely be having him do this again.

Louis Moriarty

Louis is a man who is best when he is working.

Whether it be cooking, cleaning, or reading, he's happiest when he's busy.

So, when his beloved fiancé was having trouble finding the correct hair products, he was more than ready to jump in and help.

You cursed, about to throw the hair comb across the room. So few products were made for your hair type. Your curls didn't get enough nourishment from most conditioners and masks, and the only brand that you did like sadly closed down a few months ago. You've since gone through the stockpile of their products, and had nothing left. Your hair wasn't having it, to put it gently. There was a gentle knock at your bathroom door. You knew who it was immediately. "You can come in, dear! I'm just trying to fix up my hair." He stepped in, a basked hung loosely in his nondominant hand, "How is your search going? Have you found something that works yet?" You wanted to scream in frustration, finally just dropping the abused comb onto the countertop in front of you. "I haven't. Everything leaves my hair so dry and frizzy..." He reached out, gently touching a few strands, "Goodness. I can tell. I brought something new for you to try." Hand going into the basket, he produced a glass tub. Inside was a thick, beige colored cream. "This might help with hydrating it, then. A conditioner. I have a few other things, as well." More bottles emerged from the basket. A bar of shampoo, a tube of hair mask, even a small atomizer bottle of leave in conditioner. You took the leave in into your hands, spraying it onto the ends of your hair. Massaging it in, the scent of your favorite flowers and herbs hit you. "Louis, this feels lovely." You marveled at how smoothly your comb now went through your hair, "Goodness, where did you get it?" He smiled sheepishly, a flush coming to his face. "I made it, love. I saw how much you were struggling, so I read up on ingredients that will help you-" You leapt into his arms before he could even finish his sentence.

[galaxyseclipse]

man I’m really bad at doing these on time lol

anyway, combining days two and three(and arguably four) into one because yea :3c

and this one comes with a little doodle as well

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Day 2 and Day 3: Cold and Scars

Ivory walked inside the house and quickly closed the door. She hummed her usual greeting as she stamped the snow off of her shoes. She waited for her fiancé’s whistle from the kitchen, but there was no response.

She probably has her headphones on still, it is earlier than usual.

She took her shoes off and left them on the mat near the door. Her hat came off next, releasing the ends of her tentacles. It and her coat were hung up on the rack on the wall and she finally left the doorway.

Ivory walked upstairs to their office. Surprisingly, the door was open, but they weren’t in there. The nearby bathroom was also seemingly empty. She checked the spare room as well before heading back downstairs.

After looking in the kitchen a second time, she finally went into the bedroom. Tsunami was lying on the bed, asleep. Somehow she hadn’t heard her calling for her and woken up.

Do I wake her? But she looks so peaceful and cute like that… I could just get in bed with her, I’m still really cold…

Ivory quickly changed out of her work clothes and climbed into the bed, next to the sleeping squid. They rolled onto their back and she got an idea for how she could warm back up even faster. She morphed into her octopus form and delicately crawled underneath their shirt to lay directly on their stomach. She curled all of her arms around themselves to get as much of her body under there as possible. Shockingly, they still didn’t wake up.

They must be really asleep… either that or I do this more often than I think I do

Watching their chest rise and fall with their breaths and listening to their heartbeats almost put her to sleep as well, not to mention how much warmer it was down there. She wanted to stay awake, though, just in case they rolled over again.

To distract herself from her sleepiness, Ivory studied her new surroundings. The shirt over her was one of Tsunami’s favorite grey sweatshirts. They always wore this one on days when they weren’t planning to leave the house, such as today.

Underneath her was their stomach; strong and muscular, but with just the right amount of “squish” as they called it. The skin was littered with markings from various battles, both ink and not ink-related. The fresher and deeper ones were much darker and more noticeable. The stains from multiple skirmishes in turf wars coloring their skin made it like a morbid mural. For some reason, though, the ones that weren’t from ink battles interested her more. Something about the animalistic scratches and bite marks was incredibly appealing —if not attractive— to her. Unfortunately it was hard to tell which ones she had made from the ones others had put there before her.

She didn’t notice she was running her tentacles along some of the marks until her fiancé moved again and grumbled.

“What the… What’s…” the collar of the shirt was lifted. “Vee, what are you… what time is it?” It was dropped again and they moved to probably grab their phone. “Why are you back so early?” They shuffled to sit up against the pillows.

Ivory crawled to poke her face out of the shirt’s collar. “Heater broke, couldn’t take it anymore…” she answered pitifully. “It’s too cold out… can I stay in here?”

Tsunami hummed playfully for a second. “Fine, I guess. But stop rubbin’ me like that, please.”

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ugh, idk if I’ll be able to get through everything else within the week

creative juices went down the drain like the instant I started this lol

[see-arcane]

First read through: Ugh typical guy thinking about his woman cooking

Second read through: He wants to share his new meals with his fiancée just as she wanted. He is writing everything because she mentioned in her letter she wants to travel to new countries one day. He can't stop thinking about her. Augh!

Honestly think he was halfway between 1) “Mina would want to know it!” and 2) “Ooh, I can surprise Mina with a new meal when I get back :3c”

Dude is doing gender loop-de-loops throughout the book, while always keeping Mina as his first, second and last thought <3

[bichitodibuja]

Art requests for my beautiful fiancée @hive-rambling !! :3c my art requests are open so feel free to ask anything your heart desires (PD: I do art trades too hehe ;3)

[bloos-bloo]

Please, tell me, I just gotta know...(in regards to the ToyBox AU)

Is there any hope for the bishops? Any at all? Just a sliver? I love angst as much as the next guy, hell, I love this AU a lot! But they can't be stuck like that forever, right?!....right...?

I mean-

They have loved ones out there, Shamura has their fiancé, Narinder and Leshy have their boyfriends, Kallamar ahas their partner, and Heket has her band to take care of.

The only issue is nobody is taking them seriously when they say that their partners are missing, nobody even notices who’s disappeared.

Butttt they do have other sources- A certain goat who’s missing his sister… :3c

[core-bagg]

Yan Luo and/or Orcus HC's maychance? :3c

Why not both? (Also yes, I am happy that you find my HCs funny I clown around in this house :03)

Yan Luo HCS:

-Acts mature when around mortals. But she she's alone, or with her mortal buddy, she will gladly meld Little Tikes cars together

-She is friends with Afton and you can't change my mind,

-Enjoys tea

-Her and Afton's relationship is basically the "I only had Arlo for a day and a half" meme

Orcus HCs:

-He and Mia are both 85% of their fiancée's impulse control

-Surprisingly, he the mature one when it comes to Yan's antics

[drwafton]

hello dr. afton! seems as if you saw my silly post with mia in a different outfit. i’m only here to stop by and say hi..and perhaps remind you of the time when your fiancée also gave you a gift like you did to her :3c.. (oh how embarrassed you were when you wore it)

-nacho 🌸

(ps. this is just a work in progress post teehee)

Oh, I remember that!! I still have that gift to this day.

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

Hiii it's Fallon again for promo hour<3 I told myself I wasn't going to join in on anymore since I'm moving blogs soon but I feel left out :3c

Let me be your silly octopus mutual. Carrd is in my pinned! Currently obsessing over these ^^ absolute losers (but mostly my bb Hiromi ♡♡♡)

I'm a ficto, if you ship with either of my fiancés DNI | pro/com/ship, don't bother

[doeyedangel]

Ohhh do gush more!!! That sounds so exciting, happy for y'all ^-^

HEHEHE AAAA THANK YOUU it's so hard bc i dont even know where to start,, theres just so much to love and gush about my angel Q~Q

I always think about this time in class when my professor asked what the happiest memory of my life is, and i just could not come up with an answer, even a fake one. I've spent a lot of my life being very sad and lonely, and also thinking that i deserved to feel that way and that it would never change, but that it didnt matter because i wouldnt be here for very long anyways. Of course theres been moments ive felt happy in my life, but my boyfriend pointed out that it seems im pretty detached and dissociated a lot of the time.

I don't know how to truly express it in words, but meeting my boyfriend for the first time and being with him for that week in july made me feel the happiest ive ever felt in my entire life combined. For the first time in as long as i could remember, i felt like i was alive, and that life was worth living, and the amount of love and happiness i was feeling made me realize, ah, so this is how life is meant to feel.

It was almost scary, how happy he made me, and thinking this is where my life peaked and it would only go downhill from here. But it's not true. Every single day of that week, we could not get enough of each other and found more and more to love about each other. We were both so afraid that when we saw each other for the first time, the other person hate would hate us or get tired of us, but literally every single second of the entire week we were inseparable, and it was like nothing else in the world existed or mattered except us.

It made me realize i want to nurture that precious love with everything i had. I want to work hard to build a better future for myself and for us, when previously i never thought a future was in my sight. I want to live. I want to be happy. I want to accept love into my life. I dont want to deny myself happiness any longer. I want to heal. I want to grow. I want to grow with him.

So yeah i was thinking if my professor asked that same question now, my answer would undoubtedly be the first time i got to be with my boyfriend. But i also think every single moment in the future from now on with him will continue to top the previous moment, and fill me with a new happiness and love ive never felt before or even thought was possible. He gives me the kind of love and reassurance and comfort that makes me think how glad i am that i stuck around and got to not only meet him, but to get to love him, and be loved by him. I never thought i was, but i know now i am the luckiest girl alive. I truly think i saved up all my wishes and good luck to get to be his ☆～（ゝ。∂）he's my dream boy come true~☆

Also!!!!!!! We got engaged so he's actually my fiancé hehe :3c

[thecrowandtheraven08]

Get to Know My Tav!

Thank you @kelandrin for the tag to share this challenge! I'm so excited to share! And will happily read more when you share :3

Cassian Tlin’orzza | Lolth Sworn Drow | Cleric | They/Them | 27

What is your Tav’s…

favorite weapon: A good Morningstar

style of combat: Defensive Healer

most prized possession: An old necklace given to them by their dead fiancé

deepest desire: To be loved and respected

guilty pleasure: They secretly adore sweets and hide the baked goods to eat when the others can’t see

best-kept secret: How life in the Underdark went for them. They refuse to tell anyone (Astarion and Halsin know now of course)

greatest strength: They’re very good at reading people

fatal flaw: Assuming they’re stronger than whoever they come across. That and digging up every grave they come across

favorite smell: They love floral and herbal scents

favorite spell or cantrip: Depending on the day it’s Mass Healing Word or Spirit Guardians

pet peeve: Definitely when people just stare at them. They’re begging people to either talk with them or move on

bad habit: Misplacing the equipment and not being able to find what they need

hidden talent: They’re really good at lock picking

leisure activity: They love to journal

favorite drink: Tea, specifically a sweet one with honey in it

comfort food: Cinnamon Rolls

favorite person: A tie between Astarion and Halsin

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): They love to press their forehead against their partners. That and kiss their foreheads

fondest childhood memory: Uhhh. They really liked when they thought their parents were dead. If you count when they were 17, it would be when Cassian and Eaerin first met and started dating. Simpler times

Is there anything else you'd like to share? Cassian lost their eye to the hag, and the eye they lost was pink. Their eye color was one of the things they were the most insecure about as a small child. In the Underdark, they hated the purple because it was a sign they were “impure” (their father likely had high elf in his lineage). And on the surface, the pink was just a reminder of Lolth’s teachings and Drow society as a whole. In a sense, they knew where they stood inside and decided if they had to lose one, it would be the pink

As for tagging others, @silentspectres if you wanted to do it on Mercury and/or Shrike I would absolutely go feral >:3c

Also @abyssal-prince if you would want to as well I would also go feral for either of your little sillies >:3c