#he deserves all the love in da whole world

[dellamortte]

HAPPY 60th BIRTHDAY, JASON ISAACS (June 6th 1963)

[b00tyliciousbabe]

da vinci

pairing: dacre montgomery x male reader

summary: just the actor fawning over the abundance in your cultural capital.

request: @gayaristocrat YOU ARE THE VISUSLS BBY! thanks sm for your patience, plus the anon who also requested a while back, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing.

notes: happy pride! after FINALLY handing in my art coursework, this is my projection onto the character of the reader. never will i ever pick up another paintbrush - well…also officially finished my exams now so i am a slut for y’all’s requests! flood my inbox (but more importantly my hole) xx

song rec: naomi sharon - definition of love

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dating dacre was nothing short of a dream. he always made you feel so at ease. he loved how creative you were - the perfect match to his inner theatre kid. taking him to fashion exhibitions + poetry slams, and the actor inviting you to theatre shows, seeing the world through each others’ eyes made the time together even more precious. you first met at a ballet show. he had been dragged to see it by a few of his castmates, but was more so enjoying the bts view of you with the dancers. you were backstage fitting all the dancers and making sure they were all comfortable in what you styled. he managed to peek behind the curtain and saw your beautiful, so focused on draping the fabric of the lead’s skirt.

fuck, you were fine.

but he didn’t think much of it, just some cute guy, with beautiful eyes, who probably had a boyfriend. he took his seat and watched it with his friends. one of them was engaged to one of the dancers and so took dacre to the dressing rooms after the show. after introducing the two of you, y’all were practically drooling over each other. barely a word was said between you, but your hearts’ communicated greater feelings than mere speech ever could. they say love at first sight is something for the big screen, but your initial encounter rivalled the biggest stories of romance any writer could ever craft.

from that night, you practically were together, with the tabloids plastering the two of you holding hands, yachting in capri. the pop culture side of twitter was OBSESSED with your relationship to the actor and was in constant awe with how perfect you guys were for each other.

y/nsupremacy: you guys make my heart smile

user111: they’d make such cute babies

dacrefanclub6: sexiest couple on the internet

there was even a time where he had to do a nude scene in an upcoming blockbuster and the whole world saw how much your man was packing. in his press tour, the panel of interviewers didn’t shy away from your bf’s HUGE deal, some even made inappropriate comments.

‘god bless bottoms like y/n, he be taking that shit better than a pornstar’

‘poor y/n, how does that thing even fit?’

‘checks out…big booty bitches y/n deserves to be fucked by hung men.’

dacre was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable with the constant media comments on your thickness, but he had nothing to fear. you embraced it, you were said to have the best bod in fashion. as much as he tried to keep his life with you private, he lowkey wanted to let the world know that how much of a good boy you were for him.

dacre: ‘in all fairness i ain’t had any complaints from him so…’

dacre: ‘but…our neighbours definitely hate us.’ he remarks with a devilish grin.

everyone was rooting for your relationship, and what better way to show this than him enlisting the joint troops of your fandoms to surprise you whilst you were working in paris. he had gotten some time away from filming and decided to come and visit your atelier in paris. sprawled out on your desk, with needles and materials adorning the creative canvas of the room, he saw you hard at work. with the same vein poking through your forehead as the first time he laid eyes on your angelic physique, he could’ve fallen in love all over again.

‘hey babe’ he came up to you with flowers. ‘you look ravishing tonight’ rolling his r’s with a tenacity that made you smile. his tone always made you feel so safe.

‘i ain’t even dressed yet,’ you protest, dusting off the loose threads and sequins from your sweats. ‘you’re beautiful in whatever you wear,’ coming closer and gripping underneath your butt, ‘even prettier with less on.’ dacre quips as his lips tickle your ear.

‘dacre stop,’ you laugh out. ‘that giggle of yours is so infectious.’ he crashes his lips into you, the flowers dropping haphazardly onto the desk as he pushed his tongue deeper.

he was wearing the blazer you had designed for his birthday last year, paired with a pendant necklace with the first initial of your name on it. he looked so sexy. ‘can’t seem to keep my hands off off of you.’ he breathed, nudging his jacket off.

‘nuh uh, we have dinner reservations.’ nudging him away.

‘fuck. why’d you gotta be so damn sexy?’ he sounded aggravated but you pecked him again, ‘don’t worry, i am all yours tonight.’

taking you to the balcony of a quaint, parisian bistro, the chill of the capital’s air made the two of you even more enamoured, your hearts burning passionately. whilst eating, you got some sauce on the corner of your lips, as he pushes it back into your mouth. ‘gotta get you used to the feeling of a foreign object in your mouth before tonight, don’t i?’ dacre always loved being dirty in public and you made sure to satiate his exhibitionist kink.

after many glasses of wine, you made your way to the louvre. with your many contacts you managed to snag an after hours tour - solo. you were much more of a lightweight than your boyfriend (the man could drink like a pirate and be even more chipper than before) and you couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few metres. he let you go so he could see your figure and admire it from afar, but as soon as he saw you stumble, dacre’s hand on your waist guided you to safety and sobriety.

y’all ran throughout the museum, finally landing and kissing in front of the mona lisa. it was such a picturesque moment. the taxi ride back to the hotel was such a fever dream, y’all were all over each other, your chauffeur knew well to close the barrier and give you two some alone time.

‘have i ever told you how beautiful you are?’ he says slurring his speech.

‘tell me again…’ you implored.

‘the most beautiful boy in the world.’ he reassured, pulling you in as the city of paris lit up, illuminating your eyes.

you called him an ‘eager beaver’ as dacre stumbled the two of you into the hotel you were staying at. he grunts between kisses,‘you know you love me.’ serving you with another peck. he stripped your clothes as you followed suit with his own, leaving a chasm of fabric in the corner of the room.

only your shared jewellery was left to remove. you fell back seductively onto the mattress. as dacre crawled on top of you with a dark lust growing in his eyes, you pulled him by the pendant around his neck.

the muscular man laid atop of you, placing each hand on the bed at dip of your waist, using his palms as a fulcrum to steady himself. you glanced down to see the light reflecting off his abs as they danced on the curves of your body.

‘you’re so beautiful.’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and cupping your face.

he lifted himself from your figure, grabbing your thighs and placing your feet at either side of his head.

kissing your legs softly ‘so fucking soft.’ he moaned into your skin. his dick was throbbingly red, precum glazing his cock as he slowly thigh fucked you. he folded his arms around your plush knees, and kept that pace, your fingers grazing his cock head each time it escaped the warm walls of your inner thighs. to your annoyance, he kept this up for what felt like forever. halting, you felt his rock length graze your hole.

‘dacre, put it in already!’ you said with overstimulated passion, earning a snicker from your boyfriend.

knowing that you were beginning to grow impatient, he caresses the flesh of your abdomen. ‘look who’s eager now?’ he smirked.

shut up,’ stroking his happy trail with an endearment. you looked up at him and bit your lip. ‘I need you, please.’ his mouth agape at you ‘of course baby.’

he laced his fingers into yours. rocking slowly into you. his huge dick stretching you out slowly as the the dimly lit room made his ash blue eyes appear dark with lust.

‘fuck, have i missed this pussy’ rhetorically muttering. dacre began whispering sweet nothings into your ear:

‘you’re doing so well.’

‘taking it like my good little boy aren’t you?’

he made you so hot. lifting himself onto his toes, he angled himself directly into you, placing his entire weight on you. fucking down into your hole, your boyfriend was hitting nerves that had been neglected in his absence.

your sphincter began tightening around him, dacre knew what this meant - your release would soon follow. he started kissing your neck, and circled your left nipple with his thumb, goading your orgasm out of you as he started drilling a bit faster. dacre chased his own high begging you to finish with him whilst slurring his words.

‘take it, baby it’s all yours. UGHHHHH’ he busted strongly inside you. his big balls slapped at your butt one last time, reassuring both of you that he had seeded you deeply. you came all over his chest, as he chuckled.

‘love it when you paint me, that’s that sexy shit i like.’ he praised giving you an eskimo kiss to calm you from my high.

‘y/n,’ he whispered, big spooning you.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ you sounded concerned, cradling his hand.

‘nothing love, i just,’ he paused hesitantly.

you turned back to face him. ‘what is it? you know you can tell me anything.’

‘I just need you to know how much i missed you,’

‘oh dacre, you already did an amazing job showing me.’ You joke ‘I feel so…enlightened right now.’

he lets out a sad deep chuckle, turning to him and stroking his cheek ‘I missed you too.’

he gripped your waist, taking your words as a source of comfort. pushing his tongue down your throat.

‘ready for round two,’ you say, massaging his dick with your palm, getting him ready.

‘always.’ he affirms, spanking your ass and turning you over. the first round was very much for your pleasure and to let you know that he had truly craved your body.

but seeing your coke bottle body all splayed out for him? it was here that dacre’s beast was awoken.

‘ass up for me baby.’ he said guiding you to a more comfortable position. he massaged your thick cheeks and started eating you out. his large hands looked abysmally small in comparison to how juicy your ass was.

‘I ain’t gonna show you any mercy this time, you know the safe word, but i don’t think we’ll be needing it.’ he muttered, kissing down your spine before impaling you.

‘shitttt dacre, slow down.’

‘shut the fuck up and take that shit like the pretty, little cockwhore you are.’ dacre degraded, knowing how much you loved his dom/aggressive nature almost as much as his softer side.

dacre began going ham on your poor hole. he stood up as he began pulling you into him from the edge of the bed. with one hand crossed against your cheek and the other in his hair, he had to compose himself - else he come to quickly.

he fucked into you at a painfully quick pace, but it felt so good having him take control. dacre slutted you out almost unconscious for a bit and you were brought back to earth as he hit your second hole.

‘fuck baby,’ ‘I will never get tired of that ass.’ he said watching your thickness bounce against his abs. you started becoming more active, pushing back onto him for a heightened pleasure.

‘shake it for daddy, theeeere ya go, that’s MY shit baby. FUUUUUUUCK.’

‘oh god, your dick is so good, dacre.’ you moan out , which is enough to send him over the edge.

he came as your ass halted at his base. tightenibg around him he started breathing falteringly. ‘baby d-don’t do that, shiiiiit.’ he started leaking like a faucet. trying to thrust inside with some rhythm (to no avail), he collapsed on top of you.

‘I love you so much.’ you say breathlessly.

‘the feeling is so mutual babe.’ he kissed into your skin.

‘y/n, you’re so fucking wet,’ he spoke under his breath. still inside that filled pussy of yours, his cum and your slick provided a juicy lubricant. as he pulled out, the cum oozing out of your wrecked hole pooled into his pubes and on the duvet cover. the two of you were completely oblivious to the mess, and cuddled in the filth you’d created - a filth you were looking forward to adding to in the morning.

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@gayaristocrat

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@lysanderplume

[didishawn]

Leganés (Pedri x Reader)

warnings: lots of spanish, whatever last night was, angst because of the team's results, comfort, really short because I have to get back into the grind

Masterlist

"Te juro que me parece de coña ya esto" you watched as you boyfriend stomped around the room, face flushed and anger in his tone as he spoke. (I swear this feels like some sick joke)

Another loss for Barcelona, more dropped points, only 1 game won out of the last five, the perfect October run so far away.

They were in good shape in the Champions, but what did it matter when it felt as if they were throwing away La Liga?

"Y es que encima parece que siempre me toca a mí hablar tras toda la mierda de los partidos, ¿no me pueden dejar llegar tranquilo a casa para llorar?' (To add to it, it seems it's always my turn to speak after these shitty matches. Can't they just let me peacefully come home to cry?)

You hated seeing him like this, he loves Barça and it breaks him whenever things go like this.

He could have been the best on the pitch, yet he always blames himself.

"Si es que soy inútil, ni un gol puedo meter para ayudar al equipo, ¿de que mierda me sirven todos los pases si no puedo encarar a portería?" (I'm useless, can't even score a goal to help the team, what are all those shitty passes for if I can't serve when facing the goalie?)

"Pepi, sabes que no es tu culpa. Hay veces que no se da y no por eso tenemos que perder la fé, todavia queda mucha liga por delante" (Pepi, you know its not you fault. Sometimes things just don't go your way but it doesn't mean we have to lose faith. There is still so much of the league to look forward to)

"Joder pero si es que parecemos dos equipos completamente distintos aquí que en Champions" he sighed, dropping next to you in the couch, head resting on your shoulder "Encima verás Flick mañana, voy a llegar sin piernas a casa, encima nos lo merecemos" (Fuck but it's as if we were two completely different teams here than in Champions... You will see Flick tomorrow, I will be coming back home without legs, and it's worse because we actually deserve it)

"Solo os tocará dejar de confiaros tanto a veces, y dejad de veniros tan abajo, un gol no es el fin del mundo, y al final todos son capaces de remontar" (You all just have to stop being so overconfident, and also stop depressing yourselves, a goal it's not the end of the goal and in the end, everyone can do a comeback)

"Espero que sepas que me tendrás que hacer de portera en casa hasta que me veas metiendo 5 goles por partido" he burrowed his face on your neck, you knew that meant a topic change. (I hope you know you will have to play goalkeeper until you see me scoring 5 goals per game)

"Vamos a dejar a Robert sin trabajo" (We will leave Robert jobless)

You knew how hard it was all for him, he was finally coming back from all those injuries, was playing the best he had in almost years, and to see all his hard work not giving him the expected results, it was depressing him, harming him. You sometimes wished it could always be just you and him cuddling in your couch, no preoccupations to harm you.

You believed in your boyfriend, he only had to believe in himself too, because the problem with Pedri was just that.

Doesn't matter if he had the whole world praising him, if he lost, even if he was playing with a team in the seventh division of some lost country -not the case, you know the team just didn't have the night, Pedri would blame himself even if he scored 100 goals and they lost against 101.

You felt him sigh against your shoulder. His anger phage was over at least, grumpy one starting.

"...¿Querés jugar al FIFA tú como el Barça y yo como el Leganés y destrozarme?" (...You want to play FIFA you as Barça and me as Leganés and completely destroy me?)

"Si, por favor" (Yes, please)

[all444miles]

— IN HER OWN LIL’ WORLD

— paring: e!42 miles x black!fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: you can chat for the world, so you tell it all to none other than your boyfriend.

— a/n: the way this is a self insert bc when i tell u i can CHATTTTTT 😭 this is pretty much inspired by the song “love is only a feeling” (hence the title, that “she’s so perfect in her lil world”) so you might see a bit of lyric references in it. writing ts at 2am got me TIRED than a mf, but enjoy !!

You were a natural talker. You could talk for hours without getting tired. You could talk for the whole world, even. So you tell everything you want to say to your world, Miles. Miles loved everything about you. But when you would talk to him non-stop, and the way you’d articulate your words? Made his whole day.

“She came up to me tryna start sum, and you know I wouldn’t take that shi, so I had to deal wit her.” you explained, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, his hands on your waist, as you continued to tell the story you had been telling Miles about for the past 26 minutes.

“Mami, you fought her?” he asked, his head cocking to the side and his eyebrows furrowed. “Das crazy, ain’t I said if you got a problem tell me?” You never really knew how, but whenever a person would cause you problems, Miles would always find a way to sort it out.

You tried to think to yourself, before you realised what he said to you just a ago week ago, catching your breath as you did so.

“Aight ma, after that fight, if you got any more beef wit somebody, for a good reason, you come to me, you heard?”

“Oh yeah..” you could hear a soft sigh coming from Miles and watched as he slightly shook his head, which made you smile. “That’s my bad. But she still deserved that shit.”

“So ima take it you won? Or else ima be even more annoyed.” he questioned you, raising an eyebrow, engaging himself more into the conversation.

You chuckled at his question, and your answer made him grin. “Of course I did! You ain’t never gon see me lose a fight.”

“That’s my girl. Now, tell me the rest.” you smiled at Miles as he waited for you to continue. You were always a talkative person, and Miles would always be the one to listen.

“You sure I ain’t talking yo ear off, baby?” you laughed quietly as you spoke, feeling the slightest bit self-conscious that you were talking too much. Miles, however, laughed at what you said.

“Mami, you always do, but I love it.”

“Ahora, no dejes que te detenga amor, sigue hablándome.” (Now, don't let me stop you love, keep talking to me.)

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

[itsrlymine]

girl imma yap about my bf bc he should be thankful he’s dating a baddie manifestor like me da fawk 😤 im out here saving his life fr

recently he was talking about how he’s so worried about his future and getting a job (we’re both gonna graduate from college soon) and how he’s lowkey scared of growing older. he told me he’s doing all of x y and z to “better his chances” at getting a job offer after graduation and the whole time he was yapping i was like “…but you already got a job bae…you’re a multimillionaire that never needs to work a day in your life…fuck you talking about needing to do a b c do re mi” 😭😭😭 i did listen to what he was saying so i could comfort my baby but in the same breath i was like “he already got in, aint nothing to worry about”

the other day we hung out bc he wanted to “calm his nerves” before doing this interview that could get him a job and he was fucking scared but i literally gripped onto his hands and looked him dead in the eye and basically did what abdullah did when neville was complaining about how he wasnt in barbados. i was like “you passed that interview.” and then started talking about something else.

so tell me why im talking to my fine ass bf last night and he checks his phone and smiles at me saying he passed the interview. he got a job offer and he’s gonna get hella more. his email is literally flooded with job offers left and right, from the skys to the ocean floor like girl…fuck was he so worried about the hell 😭😭😭

anyways on another note i love manifesting shit for my boyfriend. he deserves the whole world and more and imma give it to him.

Awe babe this is so sweet omggg I love this! I’m smiling so hard bc I be doing the same exact thing for my friends and family whenever they bring up situations to me. Like what do you mean job search? Babe you were literally working two minutes ago???? Thank you so much for sharing and he needs to be thank you every day and night!!!!!💖💗💖💕

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave: Part 2

(please only read if you've read part 1, which you can find on AO3 here)

Chapter 15

I’m not sure where Gale plans on taking us for our date, but I am beyond thrilled to get some alone time with him, as much as I love our kids.  We’re all dressed up and ready for a delightful evening ahead; I’m in my strapless royal-blue dress laced with golden pearls across the neck. Gale goes absolutely feral every single time I wear this around him. He looks beyond dapper in his silken gray long-sleeved shirt with black cuffs on the sleeves and black buttons down the middle of his torso area. 

  “Okay Neeve, I need you to repeat back to me what the rules are with babysitting your sister. This includes the duties required,” Gale demands. She sighs playfully and rolls her eyes, holding Jenevelle close to her protectively. The sass with this girl is unmatched for sure.  

  “Her next bottle will be when the sun is fully set. Make sure she drinks all eight ounces. Burp her after, but don’t pat her back too hard.”

  “How do we hold her when she's being burped, Neeve?” Neeve demonstrates by placing the baby over her shoulder just a little, gently patting her back. “Well done. Next?”

   “Give her tummy time on the quilt, play with her and make her smile. Like I typically do. I also like to read her stories, so of course I'll be reading her books. Preferably that really funny one about Elminster where he can't find his socks and he loses his mind trying to find them, but turns out he was wearing them the whole time.”

   “Excellent. She does love that one. What else, Neeve?” 

  “God, dad, I’ve got this!”

  “Neeve Tara Dekarios.” Good lord I love it when he uses his stern voice. I shift my gaze to him, enjoying his protective fatherly demeanor but also fighting laughter at the same time. 

  “Check her diaper every thirty minutes, or close to it. Put the dirty ones in the laundry basket after rinsing them off really well. I'm adding to that though - I will be taking a very thorough shower after that. Then, rock her to sleep and put her to bed. Ta-da! See, I've got this. Go. Have a good night together. Mother, have a glass or two of your favorite wine. You deserve it.” I smile and hug her, feeling her swiftly kiss the side of my cheek. I lean down to kiss the top of Jenevelle’s head, looking into her beautiful chocolate brown eyes for just a moment. 

  “Alright, off we go. Don't make us regret this, Neeve,” Gale teases. “We love you girls very much.”

Gale and I head out the door and as soon as it closes, he picks me up and bolts away as quickly as he can with the top half of my body flopped over his shoulder. I scream for a moment – in a good way, of course – and I laugh hysterically. The love this man makes me feel is undying, and each day I somehow manage to love him more. 

  “My dress! Gale! My dress!”  He puts me down and pulls me in for a kiss under the stars, and for a moment we gaze into each other's eyes without a worry in the world. “I love you.”  

   “I love you too. My sweet, darling Emmy.”

   “Where are we going, by the way?” He smirks at me, knowing damn well he won't say a word. “I don't know why I even asked.” He chuckles and leads me in an unfamiliar direction; here I was thinking I've seen every corner of Waterdeep. The looming moon graces us with its light as we approach the docks, a fancy table waiting for us outside the restaurant. The presence around us is comforting and warm, and I can smell the faint scent of saltwater. 

“Now, when we’re done eating … I want to take you for a swim,” Gale murmurs as we sit down at our table. “It's dawned on me how long it's been. We can't have that now, can we?”

  “A swim?! You know how much I love the water.”

  “And that's exactly why I had this planned. I love watching you swim so gracefully, but maybe this time it can be in my arms. Now, shall we indulge in a delicious dinner ahead? I'm really excited for you to try this place, the food is remarkable.” 

  A wave of comfort washes over me as I drink in the beautiful evening and delicious food with Gale. I listen to him thoroughly explain his new teachings, how well the students are doing at the Academy, and a new book he wants to read… I could listen to him talk continuously on end. We then talked about my mother, father, and brother for a little while, which made me realize I really need to check on them as soon as possible. Especially Fanden… Ages ago, back when he was resurrected, my horns disappeared; the unique characteristic that aligned with my identity. While part of me was relieved when that happened, because half-elves shouldn't be mistaken as tieflings, I was also sad when they vanished. I remember Gale holding me and kissing my forehead while I sobbed in his arms. But, if it means my brother gets a second chance at a fulfilling life with no corruption, then so be it. 

“Shall we swim?” Gale stands up after we finish our meal, proceeding to reach out for my hand. I smile up at him as his tan skin is kissed by the moonlight. I could admire him forever. I place my hand in his and stand up, removing my clothing other than my undergarments. We hold hands like schoolchildren and jump into the water from the docks. We both ascend up from under the water, smiling at one another as our bodies touch. I reach out to caress him, and he holds me close as we admire each other under the night sky. 

“I love you.” My voice is soft as my gaze is locked on his. “Forever.”

“And I love you, nothing will ever change that.” 

[flightlesscipher]

HELLO HELLO😋 I feel like this is important to sharee! If ur new here or if u haven't been able to see it yet, I'm a pretty nice person..or atleast I'd like to think I am. I compliment people a lot and share a shit ton of positivity thru these parts (tips hat LMAO) and also in MANY other places on the interwebs ofc. But I'd like to make it clear that I am NAWT a creep and have nooo down right awful intentions behind my sweetiepie actions. Throughout my whole life I've dealt with a lot of issues when it came down to different types of people trying to understand why I'm not the typical piece of shit loser. Whether it's people who may think I'm a slimy weird creeper or just don't rlly know how to accept the love so they cut me off. I'm FULLY aware I CAN come off as TOO nice to the point where it's almost baffling but I PROMISE im just spreading love. If I ever have/do make u uncomfortable from this behavior pls lmk. But also know that I HAVE dealt with true creeps. Coming from big accounts in different fandoms, I've literally been harassed and love bombed and hit by sm different people who DID have nastay intentions with me and not a good heart. For me, I consider this. I got a lot of love in my system, why not share it? Do I unfortunately give it to the wrong people sometimes? Absolutely. A lot of people have used me for this trait and juiced the FUCK out of me till i did..crash out. BUT most people in this life do deserve love and to be treated kindly, both irl and on the internet. We all live this life once and boyyyy is it hard. Take lovely spongebob, make him experience some god awful trauma till he's a lil emo sponge, but still remains a nice goober despite his flaws and blue days. Dat me🧽 I think being loving is underrated af too...I personally think it's cool sharing smiles and making people believe they belong here. Hell, sometimes I be friend flirting too with internet ppl..I'm sure ur all pretty fucks inside and out o7. Don't be scared of that too, it's kinda like how jay shows his love to silent bob. I promise im not trynna get in ur pants either LMAOOO unless uhhh ur one of my fav fictional characters or it's VERYYYY clear we have something going on between us for both parties (trust, u will know if I like u. I'm just very charismatic and wholesomely flirtatious. Yea I'll kiss some of u on da MOUF...see I can say that but obviously your soul is behind a screen I can't actually reach so don't be scurred🩵) BUT YEA. I'm sorry if I'm often like "yo ur so cool I love ur energy sending u virtual hugs homie" ITS JUST MA VIBEZZZZ😫💜 people tend to wait until someone's funeral to let them know how much they admired them..I don't fw that. We should normalize sharing joy and kindness now before the world turns even more into shiiit🎲

[verdemoun]

timewarp au btw sean becomes a da also this is why i haven't been able to write any fics yet this is just dot points and it's 1000 words

maeve beatrice macguire was born roughly eight years into the timewarp and chaos would be an understatement.

life was going so well karen and sean are still in the trailer on lenny and jenny's driveway. they'd just figured out how to connect the hot water system in their trailer to the solar panels so they didn't have to go inside the main house to shower.

blissful polyamorous life where lenny gets to be with both jenny and sean, and sean gets to be with lenny and karen and karen is still trying to hit on jenny who surely cannot be the only straight person to ever exist in the VDL gang why is life so cruel but everyone is happy and in love and well adjusted to modern era

karen absolutely did not know she was pregnant until she went into labor she didn't even know she could get pregnant between the lack of access to affordable birth control in the 19th century and getting diagnosed with pcos she just assumed she couldn't because she'd never gotten pregnant before??

every single person lost it. there was not a single brain cell to be found in the house just panicked screaming. grimshaw (who helped abigail give birth to jack) was their literal savior. it was too late for hospitals. the macguire genes are too strong this baby was already restless and impatient and coming now

sean malfunctioned so hard trying to process the fact he was a parent that lenny ended up being the first person to hold the baby and love at first sight is real. instantaneously they were All parents and she was going to be the first VDL to not grow up in a broken home. no name no crib but she had two moms and two dads and she was going to be the most spoilt little princess in the world

karen wanted to name her mary-beth because mary-beth stayed with her the longest in canon era and tried to help her even after the gang fell apart but they all agreed this shrieking siren born with orange curls like fire was not going to be a mary-beth so her initials are intentionally mb. they had to go with the most cliche irish girls name starting with m imaginable and then beatrice is actually bessie's full name c:

cannot overstate how strong the macguire genes are her first words might as well have been death to the english. in so many ways she is a copy paste of sean she is loud and the second she could walk she was getting herself into trouble. the whole gang is trying to help but no one knows what to do jack and isaac were both really easy kids who didn't climb on the counter and eat fistfuls of white sugar.

but maeve is so, so loved. she is exactly what their collective child was destined to be. she's energy she's lightning in a bottle she's smart and messy and overconfident and terrifying when she decides she needs to be and they would not change a single hair or freckle about her.

it deserves its own post but the macsummers crew would all have so many emotions being a parent after the childhoods they went through. sean wishing he could ask his da for advice how is it possible to feel so much love for something. karen just feeling lost because she already had so much self-doubt and a really frail sense of self the idea of being a mother would be so terrifying. lenny remembering his father's letter and even though he knows it word for word he wishes he had it with him and could feel the impressions of the pen on paper as if it would hold some answer to how the hell he's meant to be a parent. jenny who was literally found abandoned at the side of the road only now entering the second stage of grief because how dare the people who were meant to care for her abandon her when she would die a million times over to protect this little girl. they all would.

but even with their own shit they are such good parents they will not push their intergenerational trauma onto their baby girl and the lads are girldads to the max: lenny teaching her how to read and going to work in outfits his daughter picked out. sean holding her against his chest watching the secret of kells for the millionth time. karen playing with her baby girl constantly and using her acting skills to do all the voices. jenny braiding her hair and baking cookies with her which she will regret when the sugar demon takes over. whole family tea parties where they all have to play dress up. matching poorly done nail polish

getting her to sleep alone is hell because they all love her so much they want to take her to bed with them even when she's already feisty and independent and wants to sleep in her own room. everyone has a very important role in the nighttime routine and if anyone isn't home at bedtime maeve is not sleeping. jenny has to check for monsters. sean has to carry her to the bathroom and hold her against his hip while they both brush their teeth. karen has to be the one to tuck her in, and lenny has to turn on the nightlight.

she once looked sean dead in the eyes after he turned the nightlight on and turned it back off because lenny has to do it it's his job!!

they must all pay the kiss goodnight tax independently getting multiple kisses from one parent does not nullify the other parents obligation to the republic of maeve

wind down is either lenny reading to her (which has on multiple occasions also put sean to sleep), karen singing or sean telling (child-safe) stories about the VDLs or darragh macguire. sean's stories are maeve's favorite but she gets so excited it takes an extra 20 minutes for her to get to sleep.

her teachers hate her. they want this child medicated because she definitely has adhd. she will rock up and be telling other kids 'i never got to meet my grandpa because the british killed him' and is trying to radicalize her classmates 'they can't catch all of us if none of us go inside at the bell it'll be recess forever!!'

she is the queen of 'my dads can beat up your dad!! my moms can beat up your dad!! i could beat up your dad!!'

lenny and sean at a parent teacher meeting trying to pretend they know what a normal childhood is. 'your daughter has been playing cops and robbers' 'that is a normal thing children do we definitely did that at maeve's age' 'yes but she started throwing rocks from the top of the playground while screaming "macguires never surrender" and she used a jump rope to hogtie another child'

lenny shooting sean a look absolutely begging him not to laugh

no one taught her these things she just inherited the muscle memory of an outlaw and it's really hard not to be proud of her they were some pretty complex knots for a 5 year old!

[polisena-art]

I really love the potential angst there is from them eventually finding out how broke he is and how much of a LIAR >:( he is! And then eventually of course accepting him, just like all of us lol, i would also love seeing how both panchito and donald would react to jose's... morality problems lol, especially pancho who is so nice and all. ALSO ROSINHA, so much potential with some story about when Rosinha found out that boy poor. Of course the comics are ....comical, so it never really happened but IM NOT COMICAL I WANT TO SEE IT!

Manuke é uma da manhã, vai dormir JNJASJ AS BUT YEAH!!! I guess there really is a LOT of potential for angst because AUGH THE BETRAYAL!!! I think Panchito and Donald would be mad but in that way you get mad with someone you care deeply about and then their worries become YOUR WORRIES. I sincerely also can't even begin to imagine how Panchito would absorb how much shit José has done throughout his life if he had to take it all seriously because… there's A LOT of crimes… I feel that, for Panchito and José to actually become friends and then a couple in a serious world, someone would have to deeply change their moral compass. And yes, we all know José is a good guy at heart who eventually does the right thing but, OOF, he would REALLY have to put in the effort this time. MY DEAR ROSINHA DESERVED TO HAVE A WHOLE SERIES ABOUT HOW SHE CAME TO BE WITH JOSÉ AGAIN AFTER THAT WHOLE SILLY SYMPHONIES FIASCO!!! REALLY!!! JOSÉ DID THE FUMBLING OF THE CENTURY, NOBODY HAS EVER FUMBLED THE BAG AS BAD AS HE HAS!!! AND YET!!! she settled for him... I wish we got to at least see José apologizing to Rosinha after that whole ordeal! Like c'mon, feed us with some gentlemanly Zé from time to time!!

[mothgodofchaos]

Do you do male readers? If so, maybe a yandere! actor Mark x Male DA reader where he frees them from the mirror and kinda has this whole hero and damsel thing going on w the reader character, Dark finds out and gets suspicious and stuff? If not gender neutral is okay

Prince

Actor Mark x DA!M!Reader, TW: yandere, intense obsession, egomania, manipulation, possession, death mention, divorce mention, implied mild panic attack, sword

I have written a similar concept before in my fic Stage but that one is also a crack fic of who knows what the fuck I was thinking at the time.

“There you are! I thought I would never be able to see you again!”

You’re ripped from the cold mirror, the glass warping as if it were a lake he just pulled you from. Mark looks overjoyed to see you, clasping your hand with both of his tightly. Maybe too tightly. His eyes are wide, while normally you’d recognize their deeper brown, they look almost red in this light. 

“He thought he could take you away from me! My handsome prince, nothing can separate us now.”

While you are grateful to no longer be in that mirror, his intensity seems off. He was so quiet before the party, almost depressed with how poorly everything had been going for him. You had caught him the night before, he looked at you, his eyes looking almost sorry. He had apologized to you, although you hadn’t known what for yet.

You know better now. 

“Mark, Mark I need you to calm down please.”

“Calm? This is the calmest, the happiest I’ve been in a century! Free again, from that villain’s talons, snatching you away from me.”

His eyes glow red with a snarl, sending a chill up your spine before it goes away again, and a softer smile gazes back at your frightened face. He brings you close to him, pulling you in by your lapels into a longing kiss. Everything about this feels wrong, even in private he was never like this. You try to write it off as him missing you for so long, but there’s something in the back of your mind, nagging at you. To not set him off, you reciprocate the kiss back as much as you can. His neediness in the kiss makes it a bit hard to breathe, but there’s part of you that wanted to be held by him again, to see him once more. Whatever entity took your wish and twisted it, surely has a cruel sense of humor.

“My darling, sweet snakelet. Let me protect you from the world, a personal hero for the man I love. Nothing in the world I won’t do for you, just stand there and be my pretty boy you always were.”

Mark’s gaze darkens, his red eyes now looking straight into yours. There’s no escape from the intensity, not as his grip around your waist becomes uncomfortably tight. You were never the “pretty boy”, he always took that role himself, prideful that your brilliant mind wanted anything to do with his disaster of a self. Constantly intermingling with the top one percent, the rumors of affairs and love triangles making his already messy divorce more complicated. You were his recluse away from it all, your office was a near silence in comparison to the roar of his everyday life.

“And then you were gone. Stolen from me.”

His words pull you out of your thoughts, as if he had known your train of thought the whole time.

…is he reading your mind?

“None of those worrisome thoughts now, my darling sweet boy. Never will another man even look at you and live.”

“Mark…?”

That distinctive ringing pierces your ears, covering them instinctively as you cower from the voice behind you. Mark growls as he clutches you to his chest as you shake, torn between protecting you in this moment and lunging at Dark with his cane sword. 

“Easy, Mark. I’m not here to hurt them…” “Liar!”

Mark scoops you up, placing you on his couch to calm yourself down as he draws his sword. The blade is black, almost pulsing with the energy radiating off of it. Dark looks scared, almost like how you did when he placed you in that mirror. There’s a bitterness inside you that almost believes he deserves to be afraid. He simply straightens his suit, angling his body towards Mark as he prepares for an attack.

“You will die today.”

“You’ve already killed me once, Mark. It’s over.”

“Not if you don’t stay dead!”

Mark lunges at Dark with his sword, slashing towards his throat before Dark disappears into the shadows beneath him. The blade pierces into it, almost absorbing the shadow into its warped mass. He turns to look at you over his shoulder, eyes fully red and crazed. It takes him a few blinks before his eyes return relatively to normal, and he approaches you again with the blade dragging along the floor. He looks exhausted, almost gaunt as he crashes onto the couch on top of you, cane discarded onto the floor. 

“You’re not leaving me again, I will defend my prince.”

You try to card your fingers through his hair, trying to ignore the utter fear inside you as you know you don’t have a choice. 

[multifanatics]

Reacting to Reader Having Surgery

A/N: I only wrote for Freeze and Two-Face as I love them with every fiber of my being.

Warnings: Hospitals, IV's, Others that relate to surgery.

Victor Fries // Freeze

Oh my fucking god. 

He’s a man of science, ration, he’s calm and intelligent.

But when you go back, when you’re in surgery.. 

again.. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

He’s lost Nora, and he remembers how much it hurt and how much it would hurt if he were to lose you. 

He’s so close to tears when they take you from him, it’s not funny. 

When you wake up he’s by your side despite the doctors not wanting him there when you wake up right away.

When you wake up you can be sure he’s going to kiss you very very gently on/near the wound. 

Once you both get home he admits how nervous he was. Kind of nonchalantly too but it becomes emotional very quickly. 

The Band-Aid where your IV was is staying on for a full 24 hours. He does not care… it’s that or he’s freezing it. 

At your beck and call even if he rolls his eyes at a request he does all the time. Such as cuddles while you fall asleep. 

He loves you more than anything in the world, and he’s trying to refrain from being clingy.

Harvey Dent // Two Face

Two-Face is nervous as hell. 

Harvey can forget flipping the coin to make a decision. It’s a fidget toy for him now, something to center his anxiety on. 

If Harv convinces Harvey not to mess with their coin because he said he’d kill someone every time it lands on tails. Then Harvey uses your half dollar they gave to you. 

Harv’s way of dealing with anxiety is killing people.. He threatened the anesthesiologist after the IV was in because “[Y/N] is not normal.” Referring to your grogginess which was completely normal.

Poor doctor has to explain the process to Harv twice because he has them at gunpoint. 

And Harvey is trying to make sure Harv doesn’t kill anyone unless they deserve it like the asshole that looked at you in the hall.

Harvey handles his anxiety by playing with a coin, doing the leg thing, and holding your hand whenever he can. 

Harv seems calm, collected but surprisingly he's more nervous then Harvey and itching for a reason to kill someone.

Harvey might even start reciting Latin from his old DA books because he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s also definitely putting together a legal argument… just in case.

When you get home and are groggy, tired, etc. Harvey has you in his arms avoiding the part that hurts. 

While Harv is ranting about random things or pacing..

Yes you technically make three but you are the better half of them both. Therefore in their mind you count as two and make them whole.

[child-of-the-danube]

So this is truly it, huh? Just like that, no more Doom Patrol?

I don't think I can completely explain how I feel about the show as a whole and how much it means to me, but this final episode just left me empty for both good and bad reasons.

WARNING!!! SPOILERS INCOMING!! DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE EPISODE YET!

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The whole Immortus/Butts resolution felt like such a cop-out. Immortus just going "Nah, you know what, I'm fine. Here's your longevity. Oh, and I'm besties with the Butts now. Too-da-loo 🥰" after being presented as their biggest threat ever? Meh

It would have been more cathartic had they somehow defeated Immortus when she was occupied with the Butts and got the longevity thingy off her neck to then run home only to find Rita already dead with Laura frozen with shock/grief beside her. To have them think they managed one more victory but with their biggest loss yet. And for Rita and Laura, the moments before she died could have been used to have a proper conversation and resolution between them. I would have loved if the final scene between them (and with alive non-ghost Rita in general) would have been Laura bringing her the Immortus nail just for Rita to decline cause she's at peace with dying. Even a simple "You're forgiven" would have been enough. And what was the point of telling Laura she's part of the Doom Patrol now to go "Yeah, you should all go your own way now" five minutes after she kicked the bucket???

Vic's ending was expected. It was obvious from the start that he would make it. And I'm glad cause he deserves happiness and to build a future that HE feels is right for him finally.

I'm also delighted Jane (a.k.a just K now) got her happiness both within herself and with Casey. And she's the only one we saw on screen saying goodbye to at least one person properly. Her and Cliff's realtionship was one of my absolute favourite things about the show.

Seems I managed to guess Larry's ending almost exactly. It was so sweet and beautiful. He didn't just return to space with Keeg but Rama as well. Can't lie, I've shed some tears during that scene. And his moment with ghost Rita... 12/10 wouldn't change anything about it

Cliff's ending is my favourite and the one that got me bawling my eyes out. "It's ok. I made it home" Uhm, excuse me?????? How dare the writers break my heart like that???? I am unwell and will need 5-7 business days to recover from it. Poetic, beautiful, amazing, showstopping etc. I love Cliff so fucking much

Dorothy who? Guess she just fell off the Earth after Immortimas

Also, Shelley? Never heard of her. Try looking in the woods when it gets foggy maybe 🤷

I guessed Rita would definitely die too but her whole "Each of you will be better off on your own" turnaround just didn't sit right with me. She's the one that spent her life keeping this little, broken, miserable bunch of just the unluckies motherfuckers known to the world together and managed to create a family that loves and supports eachother to death and THIS is her conclusion?? That they should just disband? Nope, not buying it. I guess it's somehow a way of telling that now the one that held them together, the heart of the show if you will, is gone that it's all done but I feel like that's a an insult to the rest of them and to the strength of their bond. Yes, Rita's insistence brought them together at first, but they've grown and gotten close so much since then even without her interfering in their one-on-one relationships. It just doesn't feel right. I also knew we'd get a Malcolm reunion scene but am I the only one that doesn't really care about him? Tbh, we didn't get to know much about him beside the fact that he was Rita's lover that tragically died. I just can't care about a character I know nothing about. I guess have fun posthumously frolicking in a field, Rita and Malcolm 🤷

So Jane got Casey and her sanity, Larry got Keeg and Rama, Vic got his friends and students, Cliff got see his family, their future and die peacefully beside them, Rita got to reunite with the love of her life in eternity and Laura got to, uhm, *checks notes*, play with a flamethrower? Like, ok, I do dig that she got to destroy the place that ruined her whole life guns a-blazing but what exactly does she get to do later on? The ones who remained alive all got someone to share their new found joy with, a proper plan for the future, they're at peace. Laura didn't get to neither truly reconcile with Rita, nor the Sisterhood, and now the only people she felt close to either died or went their own way without a true goodbye. What, pray tell, does her future look like beside, once again, loneliness and grief???? I fucking hated her ending. Give us a Laura de Mille spin-off, you cowards. Make it right...

[sincerelyhannahx]

rereading 'a good girl's guide to murder'

i did this for my first time read of 'a curse for true love' and actually really enjoyed the process, so welcome to my thoughts rereading 'a good girl's guide to murder' for (i want to say fourth?) time. obviously there will be spoilers ahead, so you have been warned.

RAVI <333

'i pacifically think you're better off without him' 'i antlantically think so too' i'm convinced this is a conversation taken directly from my gc.

lauren, you are not a girl's girl. i hope the heartbreak stings </3

stanley, why have you got to be a racist and then go and make me feel sorry for you later? it'd be so much easier if characters were one-dimensional.

how is ravi already so 😍🥰😭

PIKACHU ONESIE WITH A TUTU ARE YOU KIDDING??? this whole thing is just going to be me screaming over ravi and i am not sorry.

'one of his perfect smiles' pip its chapter six you can't be this down bad already. ik i am but that's different.

leslie - what i'm about to say i want you to know i mean it with my whole heart - i despise you.

TALK NERDY TO ME <333

sorry since when does ravi work at the pub???

i'm eternally grateful that holly jackson is british.

'when are the boys getting here?' lauren you couldn't be more of a pick-me if you tried.

'Stop digging, Pippa.'

BECCA WAS SEEING STANLEY??? HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THAT???

help the liking photos from five years ago - that's rule one of internet stalking.

and at long last we start to board the 'max hastings is a dirty piece of shit' train. all aboard!!!

pip trying to buy drugs is so funny.

PIPPA FITZ-AMOBI YOU ARE EVERYTHING I ASPIRE TO BE AND MORE.

pipravi <333

'You stupid bitch. Leave this alone while you still can.' Was this Elliot? Because I know he's got a lot to lose but 'bitch' seems a bit out of character. Wait, Nat's note in Andie's locker also said 'You stupid bitch', so maybe it was her. I can't remember.

PIPRAVI <333 where do i find a ravi singh? please universe send one to me.

'REAL MEN WEAR FLORAL WHEN TRESPASSING' FUCK YEAH THEY DO!!!

help ravi's scared of cats i didn't remember that either.

ravi singh i am humbly asking for your hand in marriage.

i am officially a member of the 'nat da silva deserves better' party.

'who's taking the picture?' has to be up there with top ten plot twists of all time LIKE ITS SO CLEVER AND SO GOOD!!!

i'm also a member of the 'sal singh deserved so much better' party. ugghhhhh it actually makes me so mad.

BARNEY :((

DON'T HURT RAVI; THAT HURTS ME :((

holly jackson, i will be invoicing you for my therapy bills.

'hello, trouble' AND SUDDENLY ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD AGAIN I AM GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET TWIRLING MY HAIR OVER RAVI SINGH ONCE MORE!

i'm so dead serious - where do i find a ravi?

the fact she's been setting up clues for book three this whole time is astounding. how does she do it? i'm genuinely asking, holly jackson, please teach me your ways.

becca bell i'm so sorry.

the fact we skipped the start of pipravi's relationship will never not leave me asking for more LIKE WHO MADE THE FIRST MOVE? WHAT WAS THEIR FIRST DATE? GIVE ME THE DETAILS!

'i'm ravishing' RAVI SINGH WE DO NOT DESERVE YOU <333

the fact max hastings walks free represents everything wrong with the world. but where we don't have justice, we have pippa fitz-amobi.

[beanghostprincess]

Favourite One Piece openings and/or just songs in general?

You can't ask this to a music student and guitarist/singer! I can't choose! there are too many good songs in this anime-

Sogeki no Shima deeee. Umareta Ore waaa. Hyaappaaatsu Hyaku Chu. Lulu Lala Luuuuuu. Nezumi no Medama mo (Lock on!!) Omae no Haato mo (LOCK OOOON!!!) SOOOGEKI NO SHIMA KARA KITA OTOKOOOO LULULU LULU LALAAA SOOOOREEEENIIIGEEEEROOO Sogege Soge Soge SOOGEEEKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

Okay, no, jokes aside (it isn't a joke. I genuinely ADORE Sogeking's theme) my true rankings (No. I'm not writing essays about them. This post would be too long. If you're curious about my genuine long opinions about a song, send an ask bc otherwise this post will be too long):

Openings:

Crazy Rainbow (this is the song I want all of you to think about when you think about me because it's MY song. I LOVE IT. It's me. It talks about me, actually. I am crazy and I'm a rainbow and a star. Twinkle twinkle rainbow star!!! I heard it once and it became my favorite ever. It's my alarm. I wake up with this banger every day. My friends hate me for this take but honestly, they're the ones who don't appreciate a good set of trumpets and guitars with tropical imagery as background).

Hope (The chorus is WILD. The visuals are so comforting it makes me cry every time. This is the energy I want all of my fanfics to have. It's the representation of my writing turned into music, I think. These are the vibes I want. The lyrics??? Are fucking insane??? Also, Sanji-themed, and it hits close to home).

We go! (I don't need to explain this one, but I wanted to mention that the way he screams BRRREAK OF ROMANCE DAWWWWN rewired my brain completely and that lyric appears on my mind every damn day)

Jungle P (Average opening. Not even that good. It's just cool and happy. HOWEVER! Have you considered that LIFE IS ADVENTUROUS BE AWARE IT'S DANGEROUS WHO'S GONNA BE ONE OF US AND THE TRIP GOES ON BECAUSE WE DA PIRATE OF THE MASS TO THE WEST TO THE EAST GONNA FIND MY WAY SAIL AWAY ALL THE WAY TO ONE PIECE)

Brand New World (The energy this song has makes me literally want to scream in the happiest of ways. The chorus, man, it's insane).

Hikari E (The Catalan Dub makes it better. I'm staying loyal to my native language this time. This is fucking amazing in Catalan. The lyrics are so fucking good they make me want to cry. It's very dear to me, too).

The peak (Really cute! Fun! Such a relief opening to end Wano <3 It's just beautiful visually and stunning. But also it has such peaceful and joyful vibes!! My beloved).

Kokoro No Chizu (This one is awesome. I love everything about it. My fav thing about it is my reaction to watching OP with full screen for the first time. Really fun experience of 'what the fuck is this and also THIS SONG IS A BANGER??')

Bon Voyage (Also my alarm because no other thing besides BON VOYAAAGE being yelled against my ear wakes me up in a better mood. Also, really fun opening. The chorus are basically the best part, ofc, for obvious reasons).

Believe (Once again saying this one hits different in the Catalan Dub. The lyrics are beautiful but also it gives sooo many 2000s opening vibes. I enjoy this song every time)

Endings:

Raise (I am not explaining this one because I think it's obvious why it deserves top 1)

Run! Run! Run! (Who the fuck is focusing on the song when Sanji being silly is right there???!?!??! Fun fact, I had a whole ass moment when I saw this ending for the first time and I had to take a break from watching the show because I went on a full crazy spiral of 'Sanjisanjisannijssnaisanjisanjisansajisanjisanji'. But also, really great song and it makes my brain go brrrrr).

Shouchi no Suke (BROOO THE VIBESSSSS THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD I COULD LISTEN TO THIS FOR HOURS)

Dear Friends (This one makes me want to k word myself so I think that's a very good way to express how fucking good this ending is and how much it hurts me every time)

Eternal Pose (I am vibing. I like vibing. It's the vibes only).

Free Will (I want to hug Robin so tight. This one makes me so emotional. I am in so much pain, please).

(Not even a top 10, this was supposed to be a top 5 but I couldn't leave Free Will behind).

Character songs (with little to no explanation because I work tomorrow and I have to go to sleep but I want to post this now):

River of Freedom (I want to fuck Sabo nasty after hearing this and I am so not ashamed of posting this publicly. My thoughts aren't in the bible).

Dr. Heart Stealer (I want to fuck this man to oblivion and I am a lesbian and asexual. Imagine how hot you have to be for this to happen).

47 Todoufuken Gen Ima Cruise (Yakko Warner would love this).

Hajimari to Owari no Machi (They put drugs in this one).

Girls ni Kubittake (I like submissive Sanji).

Smile for Freedom (I kin Nami)

Save My Heart (The depression of some is the fav song of others)

Headliners (Kidlaw sex)

Usopp Drop (I am in love with Usopp)

Moulin Rouge (I am in love with Sanji)

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Taste of Home

Taste of Home

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Leonardo Da Vinci x Le Comte de Saint-Germaine

Tag: Established relationship Cooking Kisses Spicy lines Fluff

Word Count  991

Author’s Note: The song is La donna è mobile from Rigoletto written by Giuseppe Verdi.

A little something to celebrate Italy with Leonardo and his lover, in a ordinary day with a normal amount of dishes prepared from our italian chef, much to the delight of the residents, with some sweet and spicy adding, I very much hope will be of your taste like this little dish I prepared myself take a seat and enjoy the feast. 🥰

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It was a summer day at the mansion, the whole nation simmered with perfumes and sounds he never heard of more pleasant, except the ones of his native country, an heavy sigh escaped from his lips at the thought as he shifted around the table, filled to the brim with his skillful hands creations.

La donna è mobile

Qual piuma al vento,

Muta d'accento - e di pensiero.

Sempre un amabile,

Leggiadro viso,

In pianto o in riso, è menzognero.

The fragrant perfume of white bread still warm from the oven placed in a plate next to the baci di dama, the unmistakable aroma of gianduia melted well with the bitter scent of coffee of the tiramisu, the yellow color of the polenta stalked in contrast with the red cover of the lasagna placed next to it, on a side of the candid tablecloth stretched a feast of pasta of any kind and pizza with various filling, enough to satisfy every taste, everything rigorously handmade following the recipes he known by heart. Amidst its chaos stood the improvised cook who do not even remotely cared about any intruder immersed in the task of stirring the red tomato sauce in the pot, carefully blowing air on it before savouring its taste rolling on his tongue as he hummed in delight, his fingers from time to time threw some ingredients in one of the pan like a magician practising his magic in broad daylight, bathing everything in sight in its warm hues.

È sempre misero

Chi a lei s'affida,

Chi le confida - mal cauto il core!

Pur mai non sentesi

Felice appieno

Chi su quel seno - non liba amore!

He let out a chuckle, laughing at the irony of singing about the love for a woman, his parents words ringed still clear in his ear. 

-Do not show us your face unless you have took a wife.-

-Ah if only they knew.

“What are you preparing today ?”

The arms of his husband wrapped around his torso, like the sun brushing away all his dark thoughts, smiling at the soft kiss he left on his neck

“Geez there are people watching us ya know ?” his low chuckle reverberated in his chest, a tone of defiance in his voice he loved so much hearing sing for him in the bed

“Who ?”

“Someone will surely come out of this frat house you create.”

a soft giggle escaped his lips as he pulled away, he leaned against the counter to face him as he spoke.

“I see you have given Sebastian the day off.”

“He deserved it that poor guy acting all up as he is our maid and butler at once.”

He dipped the spoon in the tomato sauce pot once more, bringing the point to his lips, it tasted like home, like the country he could not come back to if not as outsider or traveller, the one he still felt to belong, both italian and french at once even though he far preferred to call himself citizen of the world, inhabitant of the earth, belonging anywhere and nowhere at once, but when the light goes down and he had to find a shelter he knew exactly where to go, the same place he would have kept coming back to over and over again, the one and only he would have chosen in every universe in every timeline even after thousand years he would have still come back home to him, the only man who intrigued him, he felt to know everything and nothing of every time they talked, a mystery he would have gladly spend all eternity discovering, each side of him a precious treasure he collected in his heart.

Before he could do anything he moved to block him against the counter, a cat like smirk on his lips as he stared in his husband’s golden eyes sensual and alluring, leaning over to press a soft kiss on his nose, his gesture made him smile at his boldness, he never was good at masking his own desire, at least not like le Comte taught from a young age to conceal every emotion and so he took action cupping his face in his hands melting his own lips on his, lacing his own hands on his husband’s hips to steady him.

Their kiss was sweet and deep, intoxicating and exhilarating pervading each and every one of his sense leaving him speechless and astounded, butterflies swirling inside his heart, fluttering with all the love he felt for his husband, the sweetest of flavour invading his tongue spreading on his palate, it was the most delicious meal he had ever had in all his life and it was only the first course he though smiling to himself, for the even sweeter dessert that waited for them both in bed, late at night when all the others were asleep and the clock struck midnight signing the start of the time for lover.

Reluctantly they pulled away panting for air, lost in each other's gaze so much to not notice their butler peeking from the doorframe, sliding noiselessly away once he witnessed that forbidden view.

He kissed his forehead tenderly, revelling in the astoundment glimmering in his golden eyes 

“I love you so my ferret.” a smile so bright like the sun itself brightened his gorgeous features

“I love my cat too.” he smiled softly to him, feeling his lips leave a little kiss on his nose making him chuckle, he really did puzzled him one minute he was bold and the other shy, but he knew that despite all their bicker and banter their love was genuine, hidden deep in their hearts only for one another.

Their love confessed countless time with each moan and groan escaping their lips, with every kiss sealing their soul together and that night would have been not exception, basking in the soft alluring gleaming in his eyes at his heartfelt words murmured tenderly on his skin as they laid on their sides looking at one another with only the aster as guardian of their love, because it did not matter how much times they kissed or made love or how many refined dishes they tasted, he always had and always would have been his favourite flavour of them all, because to him his husband tasted like home.

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Finally finished new last lesson

And honestly, i don't even know why I still play lol

/well, for Solomon, i guess/

But still, last lessons was so boring, i feel annoyed that there's nothing interesting. I don't care about those exams from Dia and feel mostly annoyed with that. Also, I'm so disappointed that one chapter so short and more and more without choices. Thanks, i hate it. I mean, i skipped almost whole lesson, and i just know that there was nothing important to read. Nightbrige? Nah, whatever, go to the casino. Something wrong with Simeon? Nah, he's be fine. Solomon's lore? Whatever.

There's was a moment, where i was angry at Beel and Mammon, and i loved them, BUT GAME MAKES ME ANNOYED WITH THEM.

I'm just so sad and pissed off :/

I just want to take my MC and leave bc she's deserves better

Sorry for rambling, but I'm so disappointed(

/and i really miss Sol and I hate that Solmare didn't make different routes, bc i know they're can do that/

To be honest with you, anon, I am not caught up on the lessons currently. I haven't read the latest one or the one before that. Mostly because of these same reasons. They're just kinda boring. I keep expecting something to happen and then it never does lol.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm planning to read them eventually. But I kinda like having them pile up a bit so I can read them all at once. It feels like the story is more cohesive that way?

Anyway, your feelings are completely valid. Sometimes things we used to love change and we find they don't fill us with the same feelings they once did.

I really feel like the biggest issue with the current way the story is going is that there seems to be all this mundane filler stuff between big events that never get resolved. As you said, what's going on with Nightbringer? What's happening with Simeon? We know SOMETHING is up, but the story's just like la dee da here's a science fair! Or what have you.

Hopefully we'll get something that at least makes sense and wraps up some stuff. But at this point, I am not holding my breath. For me, I'm still here because I love the characters and I see their potential and the potential of the world OM has set up. For everything else, there's fanfic lol.