#hope this is okay ANNA!

[apparently-artless]

●◉✿ BOKU NO KOKORO NO YABAI YATSU S02E07 ❀ KYOU & ANNA ✿◉●

↳ requested by Willow (@motto-chanto-itte)

[kerryweaverlesbian]

(I'm not including ones he didn't hang out with alone onscreen such as s14 Michael, Hester or Benjamin. I am including Raphael because he spent time with him before his vessel change.)

[yashley]

ashley in c3e25

[anthomaniacs]

time fell like water from a cataract. despite the little daggers on her tongue, the frost in her bones, narcissa black had a thorough, thoughtful patience that so often alienated her from her hastier sisters... after all, there was very little for her to do when the ice always thawed conveniently in her style. she had watchful eyes that could pull someone apart as easily as a sheaf of tobacco, but of course narcissa would never push a matter insofar as it disgraced her image, and supplication was never really in her fashion. Perhaps it was this motivation to preserve her pristine honor that restrained her from going on her knees to the dark lord whom she held so high in her regards.

bella's ceaseless loyalty, however, made it easy for her to choose. narcissa would never say it to any of their faces, but beneath all of their petty rows, squabbles, eventual split, andromeda and bellatrix were really one and the same. they were both dedicated to the cause, both loyal to a fault, both wild; but andromeda black had been poisoned by the mudblood she'd fallen recklessly in love with, and bella had loved narcissa enough to have stayed. there was still that hot flash of fury that shivered through her when she thought about edward tonks, who was so relentless in his cruelty and who — really — should be begging on his knees for her forgiveness. things like this made narcissa question if actually she'd ought to join the dark lord's ranks.

the clock was ticking. there was a wailing anticipation in the hollows of her stomach, which froze her features into a frigid calm. her hair rested tamely on her shoulders like gold-spun clouds, and for anyone who walked in at that moment, she might have looked galatean in her immobility. briefly, foolishly, she wondered if the dark mark hurt — but narcissa often indulged in such useless reverie.

when the door opened, she stood abruptly to her feet. the chair scraped against the floor with a hideous noise, but narcissa hardly thought it jarring. there, in the doorway, stood her sister with pride, and behind her, narcissa's own betrothed. her hands were still as her steel blue eyes flitted from the newly-obtained mark to bella's own ferocious gaze. lucius was more placid, more composed, though his jaw set in a way that betrayed some of his tension.

"bella." she breathed, "lucius."

her voice was low and measured, steady despite the quickening of her pulse. narcissa glanced down at the mark once more, still young and suddenly enthralled. her lips quirked into a twist of a smile, and then she quickly approached to wrap her arms around her sister's shoulders and to press a bashful kiss on lucius' cheek. “it is beautiful. fitting. how do you feel?”

her gaze lingered on the mark for a fraction longer than she meant to before shifting to bella's visage. the question hovered on the edge of her tongue, unspoken: did you feel it? the weight of it? the honor? but narcissa would not ask. instead, she led the pair to the parlour, where she'd arranged for them a plate of fruits in her initial restlessness.

"i thought you might be hungry," narcissa said lightly, almost reverently, posture perfect and ankles crossed in as delicate a manner as was expected of a girl of her noble birth.

“you must tell me all of it,” she continued, a faint urgency threading through her otherwise composed words. “the moment you were called, the ritual, the vow.” she handed lucius a cup of tea, the smallest of gestures, her fingertips brushing his as if to remind herself of the bond between them.

her gaze flicked to bella again, her expression softening just slightly. “and what he said to you, bella.”

she wanted to savor it, this feeling of vicarious glory. despite all of her frigidity, her propriety, her composure, she was still just a girl. the dark lord would call her when the time was right — and, if not, she could still serve in her own quieter ways.

@crucioslut

[loonfull-sonnetzz]

when the Vronsky fic is already 1k long and I haven't even finished 😭

Anyways here's a snippet from my rough draft, hopefully it'll be finished this weekend!!

[headkiss]

hey babes! I was wondering how'd steve and eddie be like if reader was quiet in bed, do you maybe have hcs for that? how'd they react and feel with reader only panting, whimpering and sometimes softly moaning their names

hiiii i do have some thoughts :DD

neither of them would ever ever ever make you feel bad about making noises, if anything, they encourage it, but you being quiet just means everything they catch from you means more, feels like they’ve accomplished something award worthy because your voice and your sounds are so pretty and getting you to say their names because of how they make you feel……. they looooove it !!!

i think if they asked you about it it’d be all sweet and only concerned, never upset or angry. something like “sweetheart, you know you don’t have to hold back, right?” or “you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. i want all of you, okay?” and maybe you’re just not the type to make a lot of noise, and that’s totally okay, or maybe you’re shy, nervous, and that’s okay, too. steve and eddie would only ever want you to be comfortable, to feel good and whether that’s only letting out little whimpers or full on moans, they would never complain, ‘cause they have you (and love you) either way <3333

if anything, they’d only be even more focused on you (if that’s even possible), leaning in close so your mouth would be at their ear, encouraging you every time you whine with a small “that’s it” or “let me hear you, sweetheart.”

[ginger-grimm]

PALENTINE'S DAY EXCHANGE

Lily Anderson & Daniel Hackett for @megandaisy9

I hope you like it!

[right-agent]

zoraxis stuff(+two mini comics)

[lightbluuestars]

Oooh requests? How about what a first date with primo would be like?

thank you for requesting, anon! i think i’m hitting the writing phase in my life, because all of a sudden i am absolutely loving whipping these things up and seeing people love on ‘em. if you like what i write, please reblog! i’d honestly really like to get out there a little bit and write more!

first date with primo

primo is an avid reader. he spends his free time (he has a lot of free time) doing a lot of things, and reading is one of his favorite things to do on a rainy day, and just before bed. he has his own little personal library in his quarters, as well. as a first date, he would take you on a cute coffee/bookshop date. he’d request you to dress comfortably, and accompany him to the little town near the abbey, as he’d like to show you a little shop he’d found. when you get there, he’d tell you to order whatever you’d like. you order whatever you want, and he orders an espresso.

the date consists of sitting in the cozy little cafe and talking about whatever. that whatever ranges from your likes and dislikes to deep conversations about your favorite book. the two of you leave the bookshop very caffeinated, content, knowledgeable about one another, and a new book in hand. overall, a very nice, enjoyable date.

[burninglovefm]

@wantcn

Kirdrian immediately excused himself from the conversation the moment he saw his wife enter the banquet hall. Blood rushed to his cock as his heart soared with a great sense of pride and admiration at the view of her belly so heavily swollen and she carrying their firstborn heir as well. Showing the whole world just how amazingly fertile she was. Heavily pregnant with twins whilst their son was not even a year old yet! Kirdrian had indeed bred her well and good just barely 3 months after the birth when the maesters had confirmed to him that she was fully healed and ready to be impregnated again.

Walking towards the brunette he loved, he was pleased to see that she had worn the new gown he had recently had tailored-made for her. It had secret advantage that she was soon to find out. Greeting his queen with kiss on the lips and then giving a peck to his healthy and plump heir before he beckoned his son's nursemaid to take the child to bed.

"Come my queen. You must be famished. Allow me to guide you to your seat," he grinned as his eyes twinkled before taking her arm with one hand and letting her lean on him for support, for it was no easy feat to carry two large babies in this stage of her pregnancy. His firstborn had taken after him in stature so it was most likely these two unborn children would inherit his large genetics especially if they turned out to be boys again.

As she made to seat on the chair besides, he then smiled slyly and shook his head. "Oh no. Not there. Tonight, my queen, my lap shall be your chair again." They had been doing this quite often as of late, so it wasn't much of a surprise but this time around, his large hands firmly gripped her wide hips and he took a slightly longer time than usual to guide her on how she would sit on his lap. For unbeknownst to all, he had ensured that her new gown had a secret slit amidst the ruffles and and lace that was positioned right where her cunt would be. Thus, as he slowly lowered her down, his already erect cock subtly pierced right into her tight hole as a smirk crept on his face in witnessing her surprise reaction to it. "How do you like your new gown so far, my dear?" he gave a crooked grin once he was fully hilted all the way in her. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before his hands made way to cup one of her extremely heavy breast. With an eye contact signal, a goblet was then instantly brought over and the king then pushed down the low neckline of her bodice that was already only covering half of her breast, to expose her heavy jug before he started squeezing it, milking her right in front of everyone else at the table. A practice he only started doing recently in her current pregnancy as of a few weeks ago. Her sweet milk was his favourite drink now, even besting out wine to the bafflement of his peers.

[vampirehizzies]

storytime i was catching up with one of my underclassmen friends and he told me he has a girlfriend now which threw me for a loop because i literally thought he was gay. i asked him to describe her and he said "she's basically you, but less annoying" (affectionate). then five minutes later he admitted that he once thought about asking ME out which shocked me further because a) i was still recovering from the fact that he's apparently not gay and b) i always believed he saw me as an annoying bratty little sister (affectionate) type especially since i see him as a brother figure.

[lenteur]

yes lol but i didn't want to ruin the set with jyp's face djdjdjdh

understandable lmao

[not-equippedforthis]

6, 10 & 29? :)

HELLOOO

6 - 3 nice things about myself, non-physical and physical. i'll do three each! since i'm trying to be nicer to myself!

physical:

- i got glasses the other day and i think they look adorable, i love how they look on me

- i think my eyes are my prettiest facial feature, they're blue and quite round and i like how i do my eye makeup too (rose pink eyeshadow + small black eyeliner makes them stand out nicely and that's usually what people compliment :])

- i generally like my body shape. i'm working out more too and seeing myself become more flexible and toned is actually really satisfying

non-physical:

- i always try and include everyone in conversation or ask them what they were going to say if they were cut off since i know what it feels like to be excluded/feel like youre the tag-along in a friend group, or be nervous to join in

- i'm good at a range of subjects and tasks and i'm good at picking new things up quickly: new hobby every week core

- i'm a pessimist at heart but i try and make light of situations, since i know that also picks other people up (my mum always makes the worst out of things and it drags my mood down a lot so i try and be as forgiving and optimistic as possible - honestly, a lot of bad situations can be made funny with the right people and mindset. obviously sometimes frustration is warranted and unavoidable, but there's almost always a way out! having it start raining and immediately hear someone complaining for 10 minutes is kinda unecessary imo. enjoy yourself!! its fine!!)

10 - something i'm excited for

well, my friend and i are planning to go on a road trip up to scotland or somewhere similar once we get our drivers licenses and go sight-seeing! we were thinking february next year but we're still deciding

im also gonna try and bake some bread, so im happy for that :] i already bake a lot so i figured id try. also watching stuff rise is fun

29 - morning, afternoon or night

this depends heavily, but for me i stay up at night cause i want to avoid the next day and its the one of the only times its quiet, and the afternoon is a weird spot for me. i'm not really a morning person but i appreciate the morning? the sun's rising and there's still time and everything's peaceful for a little while. so i think morning.

thank you for the ask!! <33

[kayfabe-is-king]

It looks like Anna took the worst of that superplex onto the guard rail. Her head bounced hard on it. She got up pretty quickly but looks a bit disoriented.

[anthomaniacs]

in this world, narcissa malfoy is not a witch. she has no magic. she has no wand and she has no power. in this world, narcissa malfoy has nothing but a dagger in her hand and a wit sharp enough to cut. let's talk about how narcissa malfoy survives anyway.

let's talk about how narcissa malfoy wins the hunger games. she had nightlock poison dripping from the edges of her knife — poison she'd squeezed out of each berry until her hands bled with red. she had a cold terror in her voice when she'd choked her only ally to death and she'd listened to him gurgle on his own spit until he died. flickerman had sat her down after her game and shaken her hand like she was some sort of angel; he'd called her narcissa black of district two and he'd asked her for her strategy. fifteen and angry, she'd tasted the vengeance on her split lips and she'd said, surviving.

tell me about narcissa malfoy, who has no magic, no wand, and no power; who has only a dagger and a sharp wit. the story might be different, but in this world, narcissa malfoy is still a survivor. narcissa malfoy is still a mother.

the train released a long, melancholic sigh and then grinded to a start. there was a wailing hysteria roiling in the depths of narcissa's gut, which froze over her features and pressed her lips into a cold, severe line. the hunger games was hardly any glory, and it was hardly any honour. but draco had volunteered — draco, who was so young and who had so much to live for still. she stared at her son from across the table and took a deep, shattering breath. she needed to be strong, she needed to be steel. with a strained smile, narcissa took his hands in hers.

"draco, dear," she murmured, "there is no time. we must figure out a strategy." under the table, her right leg shook. it'd been a long time since she'd been this frightened.

the thing about narcissa malfoy was that she did not waste time with emotion. if there was a problem, an error, a danger, she'd focus first on the solution — how she could fix it — before she'd permit herself a few moments of visceral reprieve. and now, now that it had come down to it, narcissa knew with an eerie clarity that there was no longer anything that she would not do for her son.

"your father will send you weapons. but you must not rely on it. during training, you must focus on hand to hand combat, do you understand?" her voice was trembling, but there was a bitter numbness that was beginning to settle into her limbs, like she had emerged from winter's longest freeze. "draco, do you understand?"

she didn't want him to show off, either. it would just put another unnecessary target on his back. he must be charming, in the interviews but firstly in the parade. he needed to show strength but balance vulnerability; needed to have something the people could remember him by. there was so much she needed to tell him, but he was just a boy and she could not bear to overwhelm him before training had even begun.

instead, narcissa pushed a plate of roast to him with shaking hands, "eat, draco. you'll need the strength."

@mallfoii

[mako-neexu]

if i dont get "Place Hope" in game i will eat my phone without swallowing