#i dunno if its still world book day

[edgelite]

seth finally getting that mania main event hes always wanted and getting cashed in on would insanely poetic and horrid to my career. i kinda want it to happen

[hai7ani]

WHAT TYPA GIRLS DO YOU LIKE? haitani rindou

nsfw (suggestive)

it's late into the night when rindou sleepily topples over your body in bed.

you welcome him into your embrace, lazily throwing the thick blanket to cover your bodies, creating a warm and snuggly atmosphere in bed, and god, you swear you could hear soft purrs coming from the big, big man who's currently on the verge of falling asleep on top of you.

"long day?" one of your hands reach up to tangle your fingers around his purple locks and he simply hums in response. a strong arm wraps itself around your waist and the other moves to peel away your phone and throw it aside. "go to sleep."

with me, he wants to say.

i know, you want to reply.

rindou thinks it's so romantic to fall asleep together.

a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you move around in his arms to get comfortable, with a simple question floating around in your mind and its words on the tip of your tongue while you think about how to approach your very sleepy husband with the topic.

just when you were about to open your mouth, rindou's deep voice fills your dimly lit bedroom. "whatcha thinkin' bout?" his words were slightly muffled, probably due to his entire face being mushed into your chest and he's seriously about to fall asleep, and yet you still heard him loud and clear. and that's what you like most about him; after years of being together, he's always managed to read you like an open book, so you two have rarely ever struggled with communication because rindou always knows what you want and what you want to say and only aims to understand your point instead of belittling and arguing (and vice versa). in this case, he knows there's something you want to ask.

"just thinkin’,” you softly reply. he hums for you to continue, and you do.

"what typa girls do you like?" and it's just a mindless, silly question, really. you weren't jealous or insecure or anything, nah. rindou has never made you feel any way like that; you were only curious and extremely ready to tease him for whatever he answers to your silly little question, and you also would have never expected your husband to react the way he does.

rindou places himself on both his elbows, his face hovering on top of yours and your big glossy eyes stare up at him. a few strands of his mullet tickles your jaw and you simply move them away by combing and tucking his hair back. rindou's got his million dollar smirk plastered on his lips while he's slowly inching closer to you, and you can't help but let a shy smile grow on yours.

"why?" he teases, and you can feel his hot breath fanning over your cupid's bow. you manage to stutter out a response, "jus' askin', s'all."

breathing irregular and bpm increasing rapidly, how silly.

he leaves a small peck on the corner on your lips and you start to flush - your cheeks' a bright red - still seemingly affected by his antics after years of being together. "if i tell ya, what do i get in return?"

you pretend to ponder.

"hmm, probably a kiss or something, dunno."

rindou purses his lips, "that don't seem fair enough." ". . . how about two kisses?" he raises an eyebrow. "fine, five." "deal."

slowly, you feel many, many rough and calloused fingers slide up your body under the thin camisole you don as he eases his body between your legs, face resting in the crook of your neck.

"so . . . ?"

"i like girls who asks dumb questions and are like, crazy fuckin' hot. like you."

you bite your lip and giggle, lightly scratching your freshly done acrylics against his broad back that only you get to touch and feel and he sighs comfortably. he always does this, you think - how he never fails in making you feel like you're on top of the world. (he is your world, and you want to be on top of him right now.)

"yeah? what else?"

"’n i like girls who suck at mario kart too." he says, referring to how he'd beat you in a game of mario kart earlier (you did not win a single cup) and couldn't stop making fun of you for a good twenty minutes. "hey! now that's mean." rindou feels a hand swat him on the back and he laughs into your neck, "you're such a sore loser, baby." he kisses your collarbone and you pout harder, "it's not that i suck, yer' jus' too good at it." he says nothing more and starts rubbing your hips affectionately, softly inhaling your sweet scent. you used his body wash today, he realises.

"anyway . . . here's your reward." nonetheless, you were happy enough with his answers, moving to kiss him five times as you promised but he stops you by cupping two large palms on your warm cheeks, squeezing a little. "before that . . .” his gaze moves down to your glossy, puckered lips before meeting your eyes again. "what typa guys do you like?" you see the growing bit of lust hiding behind those beautiful, dreamy purple orbs and you're starting to see where this is leading to.

"if i tell ya, what do i get in return?" you decide to be bold and mimic his choice of words. he only smirks, staring deep back into your eyes with now a loving gaze, "i’ll love you forever."

your eyes widened just a bit, shocked at how he just openly stated his affection for you (he rarely does that, but when he does . . . oh boy, you get so shy), and rindou feels his palms on your cheeks get warmer with each millisecond that you don't answer. but you're quick to pull yourself together, not wanting to back down from this harmless bicker which you started, so you reach for his face with both hands and pull him down for a quick smooch.

"i really like guys who are fit. ya know, like those strong 'n really buff guys at the gym. you should take some pointers, actually." with a scrunch of a nose, you make sure to emphasise on the last sentence, knowing how much of a gym bro your husband is and how much of a reaction you're gonna get from him.

rindou raises his eyebrows after reluctantly pulling away from your lips, "i'm not buff enough fa' ya?"

you shrug, "could be a little more buffer."

now you've done it.

he nibbles on your earlobe and you gasp softly, "well, ya see . . . i've got hip day tomorrow," he pecks the sensitive spot just below your ears, "but i could always do it ahead of schedule." and he says that all while gripping your left thigh to hook it around his waist in a swift motion and good gracious, could you feel his growing hard on rubbing against your core. you let out a soft whimper and push your head back deeper into the pillow beneath you.

rindou kisses your temple and whispers carefully,

"gonna help me with it? i sure love a good exercise."

a moan escapes you.

"yeah-"

and another.

"-whatever you need, rin."

he sucks purples onto your neck.

"good, now lemme love ya forever, baby."

reblogs are appreciated! thank you for reading ≽ܫ≼

[starl3ght]

141 + more with a reader that sleeps a lot

A/N: I’m back from the dead, haha Melanie Martinez kinnie. I have a cousin that sleeps till 3 in the afternoon like wtf😨 I live for these men. They’re fine as fuckkkkkkk I loved making this

Requests are open and follow for more <333

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

• He won’t be worried that much about you

• Maybe you’re just tired so he lets you do your own thing

• He respects you and what you just do around the house so he allows it

• But notices how you nap like every 3 hours a day and he gets concerned

• You just drop wherever. The couch, the living room floor, he found you outside in the grass one time.

• He throws a blanket over you each time and rubs his temple wondering what he’s gonna do with you

• “Love, you know this isn’t healthy right?”

• You had just woken up from your 4th nap.

• You look at him with your puppy eyes

• “But I’m tired”

• Don’t melt his heart, it makes him weak.

• “Trust me you’re gonna regret it, now up you go.”

• He’ll throw you over his shoulder and makes you do some random activities for you not to fall asleep.

John “Soap” Mactavish

• Might do the same thing but not much as you.

• He thinks it’s weird that you just close your eyes and stay dead for a few hours

• Might wake you up for fun

• He likes seeing you angry

• He sprayed you with the bottle one time. That wasn’t a good thing to do let’s just say.

• But seriously he is a bit concerned for you

• So when he walked into the literal, pitched black living room with the tv on and opened the blinds to the sunlight you hissed like some savage cat

• He only looks at you with a weird look

• “Jesus…alright, up and at em love.”

• You’ll just throw the blanket over your face again

• Ok, that’s how you wanna play it? He can play that game too

• He’ll grab your legs and drag you off the couch

• “No Johnny” you’re hugging a pillow against your face and he keeps dragging you “Not letting go that easy love. Now up.”

• He’ll pick you up putting your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck

• “We’re going out, dunno where but you’re done with your hobby for today bonnie”

• You went to Starbucks together( ˘ ³˘)♥

John Price

• Concerned as any parent would be

• Limits your sleeping time

• Has his alarm on his phone to wake you up

• “Love rise and shine, well technically it’s 4 in the afternoon so…”

• You’re still dead.

• He’ll stroke your face to wake you or just come back to existence💀

• Kisses your forehead and shakes your shoulder gently

• If you wake up he’s not letting you go back to sleep

• “You ready to stay up now love?”

• You violently shake your head no but he takes you to the living room so you can watch tv or read a book

• He needs you to be more active🤷‍♀️

• Might consider taking you to a doctor but tries to help you first

• Watches your sleeping habits well

• If it’s insomnia he’ll comfort you in his lap as you rant on about your sleeping issues

• He’ll make you sleep at the same time as him and takes you out to keep you busy or distracted.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

• Honestly it’s ok with him

• He just doesn’t like it when it happens for like a week straight

• 2-3 days is alright him because it’s a long tiring week so.

• When its 5 times every day he’s not allowing it

• Feels bad for waking you up

• “Baby?”

• You’re still in the world of dreams

• “Love, it’s time to wake up now”

• He uses that sweet soft voice you love so much

• But you won’t wake up

• He doesn’t know what to do that he might consider calling Price for help

• When you do wake up and look at him with your eyes with bags under his heart melts

• You must be having some issues

• He’ll make you sleep early so you’re ok for the next day

• He’ll take care of you, trust me

Alejandro Vargas

• Future husband mode activated

• Worries that waking you will get you angry

• But remembers it isn’t healthy

• So he uses your weaknesses to wake you up ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

• Mans kisses the crook of your neck and strokes your hair

• “Mi amor…wake up for me” That deep sweet voice he’s got for you

• You shift around in your sleep and open your eyes

• You just go to the bathroom and go back to the couch to sleep again

• He’s standing there frozen🧍

• “Ahora si, wake up mi vida.”

• He picks you up and that’s when you wake up

• You’ll slap his shoulder from anger

• “There we go…”

• He takes you to the bedroom and gives you a reason to be tired if you know what I mean🙂✨🌹

Rodolfo Parra

• AYYYY BABY😍😍😍😍

• He loves you too much

• He’s very worried for your health

• “Mi vida por favor, wake up.”

• You just won’t budge

• Worries a bit much now

• Like what if you’re staying up all night and he hasn’t noticed and so you sleep all day

• But that if that wasn’t the issue he would calm down

• You just sleep…like a lot

• Considers giving you melatonin for the night and taking you out the next day to have your energy

• He always gently touches you and when you wake he’ll give you something to eat

• He’s literally like a parent having to take care of you

• Will help you with your habits

König

• Won’t wake you up

• He’s scared

• Like what if you’re so peaceful and he upsets you from waking you up

• But reminds himself this is for your own good

•If you fall asleep on him then may he rest in piece.

• He’s not getting you off of him anytime soon and not easily

• Will nudge you shoulder hoping you open your eyes

• “Schatz??”

•You’re still sleeping. Are you even breathing??

• “Please wake up” oh now his voice is anxious

• “König what are you doing, it’s 8 in the morning”

• Wtf is wrong with you👁👄👁

• “Umm, meine liebe it’s 2 in the afternoon actually…”

• You reach out your arms like a baby wanting to be picked up

• So he does

• Picks you up gently as if you were the most fragile thing

• “Geliebte I think we should talk about your habits my dear.”

Alex Keller

• This mf let’s you do whatever you want

• He only gets curious when you’re in random places napping

• That’s when he realized it’s weird that you sleep a lot

• “Baby, you should’ve been awake 3 hours ago. It’s already 9 pm ”

• He’s literally standing in the living room and you’re on the carpet floor with a blanket over you

• Bro reaches for the blanket and throws it across the room and you wake up whining

• “Alex stop, let me sleep.”

• He gives you an almost offended look

• “It’s already been 5 years, it’s time for you to rise. Now go eat something”

• Drags you to the kitchen and makes you eat

• Now when it’s time for bed you don’t wanna sleep

• He’ll make you either way and holds you to his chest so you can’t escape

[onskepa]

Syawn ch 2

request:

Halo Hello Halo! I hope you are having a mighty fine day/night!

I hope this is alright but could I request a neteyam x avatar,na'vi! Reader?

Basically the reader is pregnant with what's supposed to be their first born. However, fate would have it that y/n would give birth to triplets! A never before heard of phenomena, due to na'vi usually having children one at a time and even then twins were a very rare event to occur!

I dunno I just like the idea of reader giving birth to triplets much to the sully family's surprise. Plus I couldn't help but think of how funny it would be for neteyam to be pacing outside the door for hours and the almost faint when finds out he doesn't just have one or two babies, but three!

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This is part two of Syawn request. Go check that out before reading this one! Now that aside! here is the awaited chapter two! enjoy!

Syawn series

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This communion with Eywa will be one for the books. Or in this case, a mark in na'vi history. Word spread of Eywa's miracle. Three na'vi children born at once! and from a dream walker no less!

All na'vi clans near and far wanted go and see for themselves. Because many refuse to believe such words, thinking its merely lies. But curiosity got the best of them.

When a day was set for the triplets communion with Eywa, many clans were set to witness it for themselves.

When such news got back to the Omatikaya clan, the world "overwhelmed" doesn't even begin to cover what everyone is feeling. While it is a huge honor for the clan to receive such guests, there is so little time to prepare who knows how many!

While jake and neytiri who are respectfully the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik of their clan, it was neteyam and syawn that were overwhelmed to the max.

So many people are coming to see their children bond with Eywa. The fear of seeing so many people just because of a impossibility happened.

Neyetam and syawn worry for their little ones as many people can scar them. Only having them for a few days and already both parents are being over protective and only want to keep their children safe.

"is this right...?" syawn asks neteyam as they gently rock the children's large basinet with them sleeping. "Let so many come see them...?" syawn says with clear worry in her eyes. Afraid that maybe what is happening isnt right.

"This is the first time many clans have come to see another's communion. It is a high honor....but I understand you yawne..." neteyam looks down at his sweet children. So small and already the three were making a impact on the world.

"to have them be shown like some spectacle, I fear the clans would see them as something else. Tell me nete, am I in the wrong? is this just my mother instincts seeing danger everywhere?" syawn goes on.

Neteyam brings her to his chest, her arms over his neck and his around her hips. The need to be closer to each other as means for comfort never dimmed with time.

"I can speak with my parents...I know they will understand and take our side" neteyam suggests. He felt his mate nod, her breathing slow as she relaxes in his embrace.

However as much as jake and neytiri understands their concerns, it was too late. By the next day, three clans arrived.

The Tipani clan, Anurai clan, and the Twakami clan.

And they all brought gifts for the children and the parents. Neteyam and syawn were grateful, but their worries never waivered despite the kind generosity the clans showed.

As the day goes by more clans appeared, even their closest ally, the Metkayina clan. Ao'nung and his beloved tsahik, Unyor came as well as bearing gifts from their island.

Tonowari and ronal, aged well but still in their prime, congratulate the couple and surprisingly, they along with the other metkayina members were allowed to the see the triplets first before everyone else.

Syawn understands the deep trust the sully family has with the metkayina clan, so she puts her trust in them too.

Ronal, Tonowari and their youngest, Ti'ong were given the privilege to carry one of the triplets in their arms. Ronal was happy, even though she isn't Tsahik anymore, she still blessing them like one. Giving each one a prayer and to hope for them a bright future.

As a warrior, Tonowari senses great strength in each of the little ones, sensing their hearts beating mighty and strong. Why, the one he holds already has a strong grip on his finger. That says a lot about them.

Ti'nong was looking at them with love and adoration in the young one's eyes. So small and so cute! Already seeing themselves as like a older distant cousin. But a fun cousin no less!

Ao'nung and Unyor were next to carry the two. Ronal held the other triplet a bit longer. Reminding herself of when her children were young.

"May Eywa bless you three with thriving joy and great bliss. Enjoy the gift she has given you and brace it to the fullest" Unyor says as she blessed the children. Syawn smiles, feeling pride and joy that her children were giving such blessings.

"I still don't understand how it is possible" ao'nung says, still confused of seeing triplets for the first time in his life.

"believe me brother, we don't either" neteyam replies.

"It is Eywa's will. She saw syawn worthy and blessed her with a great gift. That all is to it" ronal quickly tells. As Tsahik, one of the main things to do is try to understand and interpret what Eywa's will is and repeat it to the people.

The time came, where neteyam and Syawn's children would have their communion with Eywa. Thousands of na'vi from many tribes came to witness it. To see for their eyes of three of a kind na'vi.

Neytiri took charge, smiling happily as she recites the words, as neteyam, syawn, and kiri were each holding one of the triplets.

Neytiri took her time on each child, gently holding their queue and connecting them to one of the hanging vines, feeling joy as she is reminded of her children's communion.

She makes eye contact with neteyem. Love and pride seep from her golden eyes, smiling proudly at her eldest son.

"I am so proud of you ma'itan" she says lowly. Neteyam smiles, "thank you sa'nok". She goes to syawn and they make eyes contact with the same love and pride.

"May Eywa bless you ma'ite, to live long enough to see your children thrive. Protect and love these beautiful children unconditionally" neytiri says. Syawn nods and smiles lovingly, "yes, with all my heart".

It was a beautiful sight. Kiri felt proud to be part of the communion, to see her brother and his mate smile and beam with joy. She knows Eywa feels the same, deep in her heart.

Seeing the three children's golden eyes light up, smiling in daze. She wonder's what the triplets are seeing. Maybe seeing their great grandfather, Eytukan, or someone else. But either way, she is happy to see them happy.

After the communion, the celebration was large and loud. Many still hand neteyam and syawn gifts. There was so many, it began to build a hill. From fruits, medicines, beads, necklaces, bands, bows, arrows, you name it. There was so much, the parents believed they wont worry about shortage. All the Olo'eyktan's and Tsahik's gave their blessings to the triplets. Their eyes now believing the expansion of Eywa's gift.

For what they witnessed will be told throughout time. That the future generations must know about this wonderful night.

By the end of the night, everyone was tired. Syawn and neteyam brought their children back home. Where its warm, safe, and cozy. The children themselves were tired and slept peacefully, the three holding each other and snoozing as one. The three tucked in their big soft bassinet and syawn rocks them gently.

Neteyam adds beads to their children's songchords, singing out their life story, even if its short. Now a new bead to add of their communion. Syawn doing the same, as parents seeing their children connection with their great mother for the first time. She adds three purple colored beads, different shades, one for each child. She sings of her love and joy into her songchord.

Neteyam and syawn hug each other once more, and once again looking down at their children. Love is all they feel for their little ones. As they can only hope and see what will become of their little ones. And Eywa wonders too, to see what her little three souls will do with her gift.

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for ch 2! I loved this one and I hope you all do! Until next time! see ya!

taglisht: @quirkyhero , @theunfortunateplace , @moonchildxoxx

Unyor = sweetly aromatic, (a flowery or aromatic woody sort of smell). (may also refer to some spices used in Na’vi cooking)

Ti'nong = blooming, unfolding

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎTender is the Night (Part Two)⋆౨ৎ

[fem reader] contains: mentions of death/dying, angst pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: fem reader x ghost billy the kid author’s note: (modern au) based partially on @goosita ghost billy au (which I've been dying for an excuse to write for) which is based on lisa frankenstein (love) Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

The threads separating life and death are gossamer, as fine as spiderwebs and nearly as breakable. It is a ragged veil that hangs over mortality, fluttering in an invisible wind and offering those encased a glimpse of the other side.

He was nearly a shadow, clinging to the edges of the graveyard, haunting without really haunting. It was as if he’d been swallowed except for the final drop left in his shape, retaining the same pain as someone breathing.

All this time he'd thought the world cruel for keeping him here with no purpose- just aimlessly wandering with nothing but his own thoughts to accompany him. He was well aware that punishment was reasonable- he hadn't exactly been a good man.

Maybe not so bad a man as he'd thought. Not if you'd come his way.

You spent your free time with him, lying side by side with him on the grassy expanse of his grave. Sometimes you brought homework or a book with you, sometimes you played music. And sometimes you abandoned all of it in favor of listening to him.

Slowly, he began to tell you about his few years on earth. Of his passage to America. Of the deaths of his family. How he was thrust into the life of an outlaw without so much as a say. You listened fascinatedly, like nobody else had. Even while he'd had a beating heart and air in his lungs he hadn't been such a point of fascination to anybody. No, he'd been simply existing, no better than his current ghostly form.

Billy felt more alive with you than he ever had when he was breathing.

“How do you think we’d have met in your time?” you murmured one day, lying on your side with your hair tumbling down over your shoulders like a waterfall.

Billy hummed, his hand half wound through a strand. "Maybe at the bar one night. I'd buy you a drink 'n we'd get to talkin'."

You giggled, leaning your cheek on your hand. "I'd have liked that."

"Me too," was his response, murmured as he watched you watch him. Suddenly the great divide between life and death didn't seem as prominent. It was such a delicate thing, yet unbreakable.

Two souls, existing in the wrong space of time. Maybe that was the reason he was made to haunt the earth so long after his supposed permanent disappearance. Maybe all these years of being lonely and feeling neglected were paid for the gift of you.

"I wasn't a good man," he confessed, tracing stars onto your arm and imagining them taking shape, leaving patterns that marked the fact that he was real to you. It was still unclear why exactly he was able to touch you now. Or why you were able to see him. But you were the common denominator. It couldn't be a coincidence that the best thing to happen to him in a century and the revelation of his existence had overlapped. "Dunno if that's been absolved...with death 'n all. But it stays with me. 's if it was yesterday."

You hummed, fingers twiddling with a blade of grass before your wrist. He knew nearly every quirk about you at this point, could read you like a map, chart the nature of what you were about to say. But he'd never deem to guess exactly what that would be. You had a way of surprising him in the best of ways. "You know...I don't believe in the idea of people being good or bad."

"Hm?" Billy blinked at you, the pads of his fingers pausing their motions on your skin.

Turning your head to face the sky, blue in all its glory with fluffy white clouds adorning the expanse of it, you let your eyelashes touch your cheek once before continuing. "People are full of a million intentions and thoughts and feelings. Not all of them can be defined. Not all of them are ever revealed. I don't think it's all measured up against us."

Billy let the quiet talk for a moment as he thought about it, the idea taking space, filling the gap more wholly than guilt ever could. His features lightened, and you smiled at the sight, moving forward and reaching for his hand. He expected your fingers to pass through his form, occupy the space inside the outline. But instead your warm palm sat atop his knuckles, making you both look up.

“Did…?” your question trailed off, as if you weren’t exactly sure what you should be asking.

“Yes.” Billy turned his palm over, letting yours touch it. He was in utter disbelief. First he could touch you and now you could touch him. Something was brightening from the inside, warming him and lighting everything up. It intensified when he looked at you, watching the way your lips parted, the wonder fill your eyes. It was like you were seeing him for the first time.

After that, it was like you couldn't keep your hands off each other. Whenever you came over you were touching him in some way; holding his hand, rubbing his arm, or his personal favorite- lying with your head on his chest. It almost made him feel like a person again, lying among the flowers with a pretty girl in his arms.

With every day, he could feel the weight of emotions he hadn't felt in decades holding him to earth, as if heaven or hell wouldn't let him in due to his love.

Due to his love.

He realized it one day as you were lazily resting with your hair spread across him, and he was thumbing your cheek. In your hands was a copy of Romeo and Juliet, one of your favorites, you'd told him. Every now and then you'd stop and read a passage to him, and he'd smile, enchanted by your love for it.

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night,” you recited, and he could hear your smile in your voice.

My heart didn't love until now, he thought casually. And then it hit him, a rod of lightning from the sky.

You were his sun, his moon. You were the light after centuries of darkness. You cared for him, astounded him with your sweetness, with your view of the world. This had to be the reason he could now touch you. because you were his reason for everything now.

You made him feel alive again.

Once he realized it, he felt frozen. He was a ghost in love with a living girl. Billy had never heard anything more hopeless. He felt as though he were yelling into a void. Before he had thanked the higher powers for gifting you to him, but now he was sure this was some kind of torment. Bringing the sweetest, kindest girl he'd ever known into his afterlife and making it so he couldn't have her. Was there ever a crueler thing?

You looked up at him with the most darling of smiles then, shifting on his chest and reaching up for his hand while keeping hold of the book. Billy couldn't help his smile, and he tangled his fingers with yours. An abundance of that old familiar glowing feeling warmed him again, and he disregarded all previous thoughts.

You were worth every bit of it.

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3 also HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN!!!!!

[belovedspector]

Barely a Scratch

Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader (implied Marc Spector x gn!reader and Steven Grant x gn!reader)

Word Count: ~580

Summary: Jake comes home from patrol a little worse for wear. You help patch him up.

Content: Blood and injury (nothing graphic), fluff

A/N: Just a little fic to try to get myself back into writing! Enjoy! :)

Masterlist

You’re sitting in bed with a book when you hear the distinct squeak of the bedroom window opening. You should be used to it by now—you do live with Moon Knight, after all—but it still makes you jump.

You catch a glimpse of the suit before it dematerializes and know it’s Jake who’s standing in the room with you.

“How’d it go?” you ask, closing your book after marking your place.

“I got shot.”

“You what?!” You spring out of bed, panicked.

“I got shot. Only a little bit, though.”

He seems far too calm. You, on the other hand, are beside yourself.

“And how, pray-fucking-tell, does one only get ‘a little bit’ shot?!” you ask, struggling to keep your voice level.

He lifts his shirt to show off where the bullet grazed his side. “See? Barely a scratch,” he says with a slightly feral grin.

You shake your head disapprovingly.

“Hold on,” you say after a moment. “Why didn’t Khonshu heal you?”

Jake shrugs. “Dunno. Haven’t heard from him all day. It’s been nice, actually.”

“Why’d you go out if that stupid bird didn’t tell you to?”

“There’s still people who need my help,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

You nod in understanding before moving through the apartment to grab the first aid kit.

“Kitchen or couch?” you ask as you reemerge from the bathroom, kit in hand.

He considers his options. “Couch,” he decides.

“Fine, but you’d better not get any blood on the cushions this time.” You let him lead the way, sitting down in the spot next to him.

“We can just flip ‘em over, no big deal.”

“We already did that, genius,” you remind him, opening up the first aid kit and pulling out the materials you need. “Shirt off, please.”

“Oh, right,” he says as he complies, wincing slightly at the movement.

You suck air through your teeth in sympathy. You hate seeing your boys hurt. The fact that it’s such an uncommon occurrence doesn’t make it any easier to stomach. If anything, the rarity of the situation makes it worse.

You make quick work of cleaning and bandaging the wound. To his credit, Jake is a good patient. He hisses a little when the disinfectant is applied, but otherwise stays remarkably still and quiet.

“Alright,” you say, closing up the kit, “you’re all set.”

He grabs your hand as you hoist yourself off the couch. “Thank you,” he says when your eyes meet his, warm and bright and full of unspoken appreciation.

“Of course,” you say softly, smiling down at him and giving his hand a squeeze.

You return the first aid kit to its spot in the bathroom cupboard and rejoin him on the couch.

“Can you get me the remote?” he asks sweetly.

You look to the coffee table, where the remote sits directly in front of him. “You can’t get it yourself?”

He pouts. “I’m injured. You have to be nice to me.”

You give him an exaggerated eye-roll, but you do as he asks, not quite able to keep the fond smile off your face.

“You’re really gonna milk this, aren’t you?” you ask.

He just flashes you a grin as he turns on the TV.

You snuggle up against him on his uninjured side, and he puts his arm around you. You smile to yourself while he flips through the channels. You’ll gladly do whatever he asks, as long as it means he’s safe at home with you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think! :)

[peachyjinx]

Hi! How are you?

For a smutty request can i request: loki works in the libary and you go there almost everyday just to see him and get away. You always watch him from afair. Loki always knows your watching him. You keep doing this month after month till loki takes you and you have sex in between libary shelves of books where everyone can see you both. Please and thank you. If this doesn't inspire you its ok no worries.

So, here's the thing- it was so inspirational that I got carried away and this became a one shot 🤣. I wrote this Loki as TDW Loki. I dunno, it just fit as a moody librarian lol. Enjoy!

The Librarian

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: 18+, public sex, soft!dom Loki, fucking in a library

You couldn’t help but watch him. His perfect silken hair, inky in color,  the curls always looking meticulously groomed. How you longed to run your fingers through them. How you craved to feel his passionate kiss. How you burned to see his hair messy from lust and sex. 

Everyone had a crush on Loki, and he knew it. He knew he was incredibly attractive and he shamelessly flirted, clearly enjoying the attention when he was in the mood for it. Other days he seemed to be almost annoyed by the attention and read his books behind the counter, practically ignoring the people who came to ask unnecessary questions. 

You’d been coming to this library for a while, but when Loki started working here a couple months ago, you came more often than you needed to. And you had a feeling you weren’t the only one, as word about the new sexy librarian spread throughout the neighborhood to mom groups and book clubs. It seemed more bustling than in years past, or maybe people just wanted to read more?

Of course you had spoken to him a couple times, attempting to flirt while he kindly spoke with you and answered your questions with a wink and a dashing smile. But those brief interactions never led to anything more, and you accepted your fate of watching him from afar. Over time, it became comfortable as you quietly read in a corner within eyesight of him. 

The only issue was not getting distracted when he was being his naturally sexy self. His strong arms tensing as he carried large stacks of books, his ass straining in his tight pants as he pushed carts, or his laughter echoing through the halls were all common interruptions from your reading. You had managed to sort out his schedule, and knew when to visit now during peak “Loki hours”. You should have shame, but what’s wrong with ogling a fine male specimen while reading a good book? 

Today the weather is wickedly cold and rainy, and you are thankful for that.  People didn’t tend to want to leave the house to go to the library in this type of rain, so you know you’d be able to get your favorite seat near the periodicals where you could quietly read and subtly watch Loki. You decide to head out mid morning, spend a couple hours in your new favorite spot, and then off to lunch. 

As you walk in and put your umbrella in the canister and remove your soaking raincoat, you see him curtly give you a nod while he pushes a cart towards the children’s section. He’s wearing a tight black sweater with his black trousers that accentuated his ass perfectly. That was another thing you liked about him- he knew how to dress himself perfectly. You sigh deeply as he walks away from you, and resign yourself to your book selection. You look around and only see a few people, just as you had hoped. 

You decide on historical fiction today, picking a book on Eleanor Roosevelt and settling into the comfortable red chair in the back corner with the great view of Loki behind his desk. If the story is good enough, you’ll check it out (and get to talk to Loki). 

You begin reading, the words on the paper becoming your focus as the world around you melted. Time seems to have stood still as you entered the world of the White House in the 1930s. 

“And what are we reading today, darling?”, a deep voice from next to you asks, making you jump. You look up to see Loki smiling down at you from beside the chair.

“Oh! You scared me! Um…‘White Houses’,” you look at him with surprise, not sure how to react to his sudden presence and curiosity. 

“Ah yes, the forbidden love of Eleanor and Lorena. Tell me, what speaks to you about this story?”, Loki casually pulls up a chair, as if he’s known you forever. 

You feel yourself get hot, suddenly realizing it’s just the two of you, chatting about books as you had always imagined. You try not to get distracted by how blue his eyes look today, or how sculpted his body is under the tight sweater. 

“Well I’ve just started it, but I've read her biographies and I think she’s fascinating…”, you feel yourself a bit tongue tied in his presence. 

“So you’re reading for the love story, then? I’ve noticed you check out a wide variety of books, both fiction and nonfiction. Haven’t seen many romance novels,” he comments without pretense. 

He noticed something about you? You feel almost embarrassed, wondering what your book selection says about you. What does he like to read? Should you ask him that or is that corny because he’s a librarian? 

“You’re quite the library mouse, aren’t you?”, he asks as he leans back in his seat, folding a long leg over a knee. 

“Library mouse?,” you repeat, still feeling confused by what’s happening. 

“Like a bookworm- but you’re much cuter than that”, he winks and smirks, making your stomach flip. 

“Tell me, why do you always sit here? Or near the front? There are far more comfortable places near the back of the second floor, by the encyclopedias. No one needs them anymore with the internet, that area is much more peaceful and quiet. That’s where I would read if it were me,” Loki looks to his desk as a woman approaches. 

“Um, I’m not sure, I just like this spot,” you feel your cheeks starting to blush. What is going on? Is he hitting on you? Did he say you were cute??

“I wonder if it is not so much the books that you enjoy, as the view? Hm?,” he teases as he stands and waves to acknowledge the woman who was waiting for him. 

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” you feign ignorance, hoping he’s buying it. “I just like this comfortable chair”, you claim with confidence. 

“Ah yes, of course. Enjoy your book!”, he cheerfully smiles and heads back to his station, greeting the woman standing there. 

You sit there in shock about what just transpired. Should you ask him on a date? No, because if he refuses it will be mortifying and you’ll never be able to return again. Was he just hitting on you? Seemed like it. 

There’s no way you’re going to concentrate on your book now.You wait for the right moment when he’s away from the front, return your book and leave. 

You can’t stop smiling for days as you replay your brief conversation with Loki.  

~~~~

You decided to wait longer before going back to the library again, and let yourself cool off.  The idea of talking to Loki again thrilled you, and you can’t wait to see him, but you don’t want to come off too eager. For the last couple months, you thought of him frequently (mostly when you were getting yourself off), but now you feel like a fire has been lit. Loki sitting and chatting with you was just throwing gasoline on a simmering fire, and it felt like it consumed you. 

Today is another dreary rainy day, and you knew he worked. Perfect. You make sure to head around the same time as when you last spoke, hoping to replicate (or advance) what happened last time. 

You walk in and remove your wet belongings, heading to your favorite corner. You stop mid stride, seeing that your large chair is gone, and in its place is a small table and two small chairs. You scowl and glance at Loki behind his desk.  He doesn’t look up in your direction or acknowledge your presence, he stays immersed in his book. 

Well now, what? You think back to what he said before, that he’d go to the second floor by the encyclopedias. You huff with annoyance and venture to the large staircase, hoping to solve this mystery. You could just talk to him, but he seemed to be in one of his moods and you don’t want to tarnish what little you had. 

As you turn the corner around the shelves you see it- the big, red chair you love. Why is it here, where he had said he would go to read? Is this his way of saying he doesn't want you watching him?

You feel a pang in your stomach. Oh my god how embarrassing, you think to yourself. 

You’ve been lusting after this sexy librarian and he’s had enough and moved you away. You collapse in your chair, feeling your chest tighten. 

You can’t stay here, feeling mortified, so you quickly head down the steps towards your umbrella and jacket. 

“Leaving so soon?,” Loki calls to you, his voice echoing through the empty lobby. 

“Yea…I forgot…an appointment”, you force yourself to look at his face  as you throw on your jacket as quickly as possible, and see him peering over his book with a sly grin.

You slow down, summoning the courage to ask what was going on, his smile and chattiness disarming you.

“So, what’s with my chair?,” you ask cautiously. 

“I felt like rearranging the furniture a bit. You don’t like it?”

“No, I told you I liked it down here,” you hear an edge to your voice that surprises you. 

“Well just think of how much privacy you have back there, now,” he smiles, unbothered by your tone. 

Loki sets his book down and stands up, walking with his trademark swagger over to where you’re standing still in the heart of the lobby. He’s wearing a black button down with black slacks, very tailored and expensive looking. You feel weak in your knees as he saunters up to you. 

“Yes, but …that wasn’t really what I was going for there…”, you feel your mind spinning, like he’s messing with you, playing with you like a cat that has its prey cornered. It excites you as electricity runs through your body. 

“And what, pray tell, were you going for?,” he drawls, his voice deeper than before as he gets closer to you. You look up at his gaze, seeing a hunger in his eyes that wasn’t there before. 

The phone rings, making you jump. Loki rolls his eyes and turns away from you,  slowly walking back towards the desk. 

Not sure what to do now, you decide to still leave since you said you had an appointment. Whatever just happened wasn’t about to continue while he was at work, anyways. 

“Goodbye, little mouse!,” you hear in the distance as you step out into the cold rain. 

~~~~

Today is the day. You’re going to ask him out. Last week confirmed that he definitely wants something with you. He’s made it clear in his own Loki way that he’s into you. You think about the other day and clench your legs together, as warmth floods your core. He is so undeniably sexy that you just can’t resist him. 

Why did he move your chair, though? That was weird. 

Since today is warmer, you opt for a tight knit shirt and knee length skirt with boots. Hopefully this is the winning outfit and he can’t help but say yes to a date with you. You chuckle to yourself, fearing it’s really going to all go wrong and you’ll never be able to go to this library branch again. 

You walk in through the front door with a spring in your step, but are surprised to see a line at the desk as Loki talked to patrons. He glances towards you, winks, and continues to patiently listen to the older woman in front of him. 

You decide to head upstairs towards your chair, where you can make a more formal plan. 

You nervously walk through the aisles next to your chair, full of the encyclopedias no longer opened. You’re not sure how you’re going to do this. Just walk up to him and ask him to dinner? Slip him your number? 

“Hello, Little Mouse. My, you look stunning today…I like the skirt”, you hear his husky voice from behind you. 

“Oh! Loki-”, you spin around to see him, backing up to the shelf to create space between the two of you when you realize how close he is. He’s wearing a dark green button down and black tie, with dark slacks. Always so neat and together, he exudes confidence and masculinity. 

Loki steps forward, closing the gap between the two of you. You feel flush, not knowing what’s going to come next as you look up into his eyes. His eyes have the same fire as last week- desire. 

He reaches forward, gently pulling your neck towards him into an intense kiss. You moan into his mouth, savoring the moment that you’ve waited for for so long while you rake your fingers through his hair. Loki pushes himself up against you, and you feel the bookshelf digging into your back. Your kiss becomes fierce, full of tongue and teeth as the two of you finally get what you’ve been craving. 

You break the kiss, “Loki, what are you…?”.

“Oh darling, don’t deny it- I know you’ve been watching me for the last couple of months. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but then I realized it was infatuation. And I found myself, well, charmed by you as well,” his eyes meet yours with earnestness and a tinge of mischief. 

Loki grinds his hip into yours and you feel his erection through his tight pants. You bite your lip to keep from a loud moan escaping your mouth as your hands dig into his hair and back while you curl your body to his.

“And this is why I lured you up here…” Loki continues while kissing and nibbling your neck. Quickly, his hands pull at your skirt, hiking it up. His fingers expertly pull aside your panties, as he feels the wetness pooling for him- you’re ready for him already. He begins to gently massage your clit, and you feel the heat gushing to your core. 

“Wait, someone could see us!,” you hiss, while also bucking your hips onto his hand, your lust betraying you. 

“And?”, he growls, raising his head. His gaze penetrates yours, daring you to resist.

“Take me, Loki,” you begged quietly while you clung to his taut body. 

You hear the sound of his buckle clinking as he unfastens it while you quickly remove your panties, the two of you wasting no time. 

Loki’s strong arms hoist you up under your thighs against the large bookshelf, the discomfort and fear of getting caught fueling your lust. You wrap your arms around his powerful shoulders, fingers tangling in his perfect hair. 

Loki’s lips are on yours again, as he lines himself up and slowly pushes his hard cock inside of you to the hilt. The two of you groan in unison into each other’s mouths. Loki breaks the kiss, his forehead laying on yours as the two of you pant quietly. 

His cock is huge, and he takes a moment for you to adjust. You stay still, your warm core wrapped around him, relishing in how full you feel. 

“You feel so amazing darling,” he says with a gravelly voice. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of its chest, the excitement overwhelming you. 

“Oh God Loki-,” you started to respond, but he quickly puts his hand over your mouth. 

“I’ve wanted this for some time, but I need you to be quiet,” he commands, and you nod in response.

Loki begins to thrust slowly and deliberately, his cock pumping into your tight hole. The angle of your hips pushes him deeper than anyone has ever been, filling you completely. Your hands cling to the soft fabric of his shirt and the toned muscle beneath. 

Loki quietly grunts as he deeply penetrates you, rhythmically rocking his hips against yours. His eyebrows slant as he closes his eyes and pants quietly into your ear. You feel his strength and power all around you, making you feel so small. His hand on your mouth is salty from sweat as he pushes into you, taking you as he needs. 

Your eyes are screwed tight and you focus on the feeling of him inside of you, the smell of his cologne and the old books wafting in the air.You hear the sound of his belt buckle rattling as his hips thrust his length inside of you at an even pace. Even though no one should be up here, you feel like you’re on display as your sexy librarian fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. It’s all so powerful and you feel yourself getting close to orgasm already. 

Loki’s grip on your ass tightens, and you can tell he’s trying to hold back from fucking you too loudly or making noise. There’s a sudden loud thud behind you, as a book falls off of the shelf and your eyes flash open.There’s no way people don’t know what’s going on now. Your eyes flash to his with concern and he smiles devilishly as he shifts your hips backwards, his cock hitting your g spot perfectly. 

You whine behind his hand and he shakes his head, increasing his speed and maintaining eye contact. You feel the tightening in your belly, and know you’re only moments away from coming. 

From the corner of your eye, you see an older woman venture around the corner, looking shocked.  You try to mumble to Loki as his thrusts get faster and you feel yourself closer to climax. She quickly darts back behind the shelving and you close your eyes tightly, relishing in the feeling of being pounded into a bookshelf.

Another thud behind you, your back now aching from the metal shelving, you look to Loki, who’s now gritting his teeth fiercely. His hand on your mouth is tightening, painful to you as he strains to contain himself. 

He leans forward and whispers in your ear with a deep, gravelly voice, “Cum for me, darling”. That’s all it takes as you tighten around his cock, and he thrusts harshly into you while you come around his cock. Your legs shake and your body writhes while Loki pistons into you relentlessly. As you tighten around him, Loki quickly follows you, throwing his head back with his eyes closed, teeth gnashed together as he holds back the sounds he’s desperate to make. 

 Waves of ecstasy crash over you as your orgasm wanes and Loki continues to slowly pump inside of you as he comes down from his. His sculpted neck shows his veins pulsing as he continues to look towards the ceiling. You look at him in awe, this man, who is more otherworldly than you could have possibly imagined. 

He looks down to you and removes his hand from your mouth and chuckles, and you smile at him with relief. You messily kiss him again, the two of you enjoying the moment of him still inside you. He slowly removes himself, gently putting you back on the ground. 

You can’t believe how strong he is, to hold you up like that while he fucked you senseless. The afterglow is so strong, you feel like you can barely speak. It was even better than you had imagined.

“Thank you, that was…incredible,” you gush as you find your panties and slide them back on while he buckles his belt. Loki takes you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

“Yes, it was darling,” he hums. “Now I have to go back downstairs to work,” he rests his hands on your shoulders, looking at you with his piercing blue eyes. He combs his messy hair to it's pre-sex state as best he can, and you smirk to yourself with pride.

“I want you to stay, relax, and read as you always would,” he cups your face, kissing you slowly one more time before heading towards the stairs. Your body feels alight with energy, heat, and an intense need to be around him. As he walks away, you glance towards your chair. 

“Loki, are you keeping my chair up here?”

“Oh yes, darling. If I have a burning desire to fuck you, I’d like it to be in a less conspicuous place. If you’re always up here, I can take you any time I please,” he smiles wickedly, then strolls down the large staircase.

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Peachyjinx Masterlist

[blackbloodteeth]

Cross the Delta

Okay so I think it's pretty well documented at this point that I'm not really a smut guy, not really my thing, but I was just so infuriated that my good friend @chickycherrycola had been struggling with posting their works to tumblr due to an issue with it not showing up in any tags, that I decided to write smut purely to spite tumblr back.

Huge thank you to Cherry for both giving me the Cherrytober 2024 prompt "Love Bites", as well as giving this a read-through because I am understandably all over the place haha. I'll probably post this fic to AO3 during the actual prompt date, for now though here's the whole thing under the read more (please go easy on me, both for stepping outside my comfort zone and also not containing that much actual smut lmao).

Rating: Mature Relationship: Soul x Maka Tags: Mild Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nudity, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Bath, Sharing a Beyond, I dunno axolotls or something Summary: Imagine if you will that it was instead Maka who had been found out to have been a witch, having one day awakened her magic and deciding to leave her life behind under the cover of night to escape an imminent trial, especially as the years of her deep partnership with Soul had begun to affect him in strange, unforeseen ways that the eyes of Order may consider too dangerous. Of course, Soul being who he is, would follow her anywhere without hesitation. Now out at the ends of the Earth on their own, there's so much he doesn't know about himself anymore, and even more so about the soul-deep connection they still share. Somehow despite being on the run, they've managed to have more time than ever to figure things out. Words: 2,838 (Full fic below!)

Sand sinks beneath his soles while the warmth of her hand soaks right through his palm. The bare light of the dregs of dawn watches them as Soul almost turns to look behind him, stopping when he meets the bright, shining green eyes of his partner, telling him that it's okay, they don't need to look back. He can envision it in his mind's eye, the city they once called home towering like its own kingdom, now shrunken in the distance they've both walked and still waiting for them to fall completely out of sight.

Maka's fingers deepen their grip between his and she gives him just the most gentle smile in the world, just for him now that it's all they have aside from the few possessions and the cloaking garments on their backs. A faint silhouette of the edges of his teeth poke out from the slight laugh he reflects from the surreal little feeling still following him, maybe them both, before she nods and takes his other hand. He then lets the flow of light consume him as she holds him in her gloves.

The narrow dark-red of Soul's glare squints back at him from the glass, fangs bared before his eyes inevitably drop back down to the marred line of stitches across his chest. Harsh bathroom light crosses through each line over his skin but does nothing against the faint red glow sitting inside all of it. He flicks the light off, seeing both his eyes and the glow of his soul pierce through the dark of the mirror, until it softens again when the switch flips back on.

A huff clenches his hand against the sink into a fist, the other gripped tightly around the little journal that he's barely opened, probably intended to stay that way while he slams the light off, stomps out, and paces in no particular direction through his side of the motel room. Intended until he pauses, stares at his eyelids towards the ceiling, and finally yanks the pen out, rushing back to the bathroom, light practically punched on, before he tears the small book open to a random page and forces everything out of his head all at once.

His shoulders tense through his teeth as the soaked fabric peels away from his skin, the careful hands of his partner stopping when he grips them, eyes unable to escape hers this time. Even from the reverberation of her wavelength, Soul can feel the fear echoing back at him, taunting him, replaying that haze of fangs and flesh he woke up screaming from over and over and over again. Until Maka actually grabs his hand back, grinding his breaths to halt as a different echo ripples through him like a fish circling around him. Breathe. Breathe. I'm here.

Slowly he lets her lift the rest of his shirt away, no longer clinging to his skin in a chill of rust and horror, just tremble in the sweat of a vivid nightmare and the apprehension of the faint red glow still beating beneath his skin. He's still shivering, still meek as a kitten when she lightly reaches for it and the heat of her fingertips traces around the embers sitting just below the surface. Maka sighs softly, much like her palm pressing against it, watching him again even before he hesitantly fits one of his hands over her fingers.

Blankets shuffle in the dark, quieting, and then shift to the side as Maka sits up. Across the room in this hotel, she can see almost clear as day the red glow coming from his heart and his eyes while he's staring directly at her, not even a wink of sleep blinking back. With a sigh, she steadily scoots off of the bed and trails the blanket around her, subdued waves of panic bundling up the tight knot of anxiety in the corner strumming silently for her to stay away, away, away.

Her hand gently leans down to tap the side of Soul's arm, sighing again when the anxious warnings only grow louder, poorly masked by a grunt trying to point her back to the bed. A huff plops Maka down right by his side, huddling up close to the cloak he swaddled himself in and making herself a nuisance that so adamantly insists she will not budge if he doesn't. In the quiet that follows, his wavelength plucks softer this time, ushering them up from the corner of the room with him clinging to her side.

Soul's chest spews out an exhale, fighting with the shower curtain before quickly turning back to Maka, her arms crossed and eyebrow raised until it wavers with a hearty chuckle despite the circumstance. He rolls his eyes, hoping the urgency of their situation tugs hard enough through their connection and screeching to a halt when she walks up close, waving it away with a return thrum of what must be done, or it won't be at all. A rough swallow immediately moves him aside as Maka goes about undoing her top, letting Soul focus on taking off his shirt to stare at the glow beneath his scar while he hears her fully undress, him likewise the same.

The water feels startling cold before it eventually warms up, falling from the showerhead in earnest once the temperature is comfortable enough for her. For him, his face feels a bit too warm. Just make it quick, that was the goal; A shared goal he agreed upon, she allowed, and they're both going through before they're on the run again. Little comforts like this were sometimes few and far between, and between him and her... well he's getting used to it. He thinks.

Soul doesn't say anything when he agrees to let her help clean his back, same with him for Maka's. The way their souls bounce back and forth feels both like a familiarity he can ease into and a distraction.

Maka chews more eagerly as the yolk starts to spill out, making Soul unable to help the smile taking over while it makes cramming his sandwich into his mouth a little tougher. There's a delight, the kind that comes from the small things in life, fluttering in his chest at the way her legs kick over the edge of the library's roof, and he has to admit that part of it's from how good this tastes since the last time he's had eggs. True to form, his hand cups under his chin as it's his yolk's turn to try and escape its tasty fate, much to the I told you so nudge he gets from her elbow.

Admittedly, for as hot as it was already this time of morning, the city below looked beautiful with the way the sun washed over it like a painting. Even better, it's the small things in their life together like the way she smiles and the food dripping from the corners of her cheeks and the shimmer in her eyes as she scoffs at how much he managed to get on his face too. It pulls him away again, though, the edges of the second set of teeth beneath his tongue and the hunger for something else even before his sandwich has run out. And true to form, he looks up to Maka again when her shoulder lightly bumps him, head tilting to meet his eyes and the wavelength he's holding back with loose fingers.

She can hear his arms slide further over his knees but not a peep more. After another deep breath of hesitation, Maka flips past the cover, starts grazing through each page of scrawled handwriting and messy doodles and repeated nightmares on loop, like a record stuck beneath its needle. Dreams and thoughts of axolotls and souls, and fires burning him up, and teeth grinning from the darkness that turn into his, and the suffocating reality as the writing gets harder to decipher as the pages continue on, sketches of sharp fangs starting to take up more space. Something in her heart feels heavy and brittle when all the little drawings she recognizes as herself are all surrounded by the deafening silence he smothered over his suffering.

Quietly, she shuts his journal. Soul hasn't moved in the slightest when she turns back to him. Doesn't even lift a glance for a moment until he hears the sniffle, guilt and something fiercely vulnerable glowing from the embers of his soul. A slow, steady breath in, and a weighted exhale out before he nods, letting Maka sit up to him, holding her arm around him as another stifled sob starts to break out. Bringing him in as close as possible when a shudder chokes out from his head leaning deeper into the crook of her neck.

A sigh as soft as silken sand brings him back to the gentle gaze of her smile, the tilt of her throat outlined by waves of her dull blonde hair, undone and flowing down to her collar, and earnest muscle of her arm, hardworking and strong even on the run. The skin of her palm feels rough beneath his thumbs, the back feeling deceptively soft for how toned it is. His breath remains steady as the scent of her flesh and blood presses ever so lightly up to his lips.

Soul's eyes close, soaking it in, wanting to memorize each note of the pulse beneath as hers, her song and life and soul literally in his hands as her wavelength waits like a gentle shore on a pleasant day in his memories. Very, very slowly, he brings his mouth over the space between her thumb and index finger, letting the sharp, sharp edges of all his teeth sit right against the skin he could easily pierce within seconds. But he doesn't. Her hand rests delicately between his jaws while his eyes steadily reunite with Maka, his partner, his greatest friend, and the absolute faith shining back at him that pricks at the corners of his sockets.

He brushes his tongue where the saliva pooled as he detaches, pausing at the thrum of contentment he either wasn't paying full attention to or had just begun to ripple from the interwoven threads of their connection. Soul then runs said tongue awkwardly over his mouth at how Maka leans to expose more of her neck, knitting her hand through his fingers, pulling them in with tugs of trust. Blowing a long breath through his mouth, almost in a whistle, he lets himself carry that feeling towards himself too, scooting up closer and closer until her breath tickles against the lulls of his smile.

Maka's fingers gently fit into the back of his hair before he reaches his head around to the side of her throat, hesitating, swallowing, then resting his lips against the pulse running through the calm and reassuring breaths of life sitting just beneath. Breath that holds as he loosens his mouth over them, fangs gaping right against the surface until he sucks in a little, a hand of his keeping steady over the other side while the scent, the trust, the strength she always gives him settles along the taste of her skin across his tongue. Dare he say he could actually feel comfortable with himself and the other set of teeth no longer a threat to her, until the way her fingertips swirl through his hair and the coarse sigh purring through her wavelength at the rough of his taste buds starts to stir up a different kind of hunger, one that... he hasn't allowed himself to think about, even before all this......

Hastily he licks away where he'd probably overstayed his welcome, however when Soul pulls away to assess her stare, a... calling? Something more gentle than a tug but more urgent than the usual prodding moves Maka's hand from around his head to slide over the warmth of his cheek, captivating all of his attention by just the simple motion of her thumb resting over the corner of his mouth, wanting to see his smile again. Leaving him in a trance when she sits back a little to slowly lie down, never pulling her gaze away even as she takes his other hand and fits it over her heart.

I'm not afraid of you. So don't be afraid of yourself.

It's just like her, so daring just to remind him that she's his partner no matter what as if he hadn't already literally followed her to the ends of the Earth. To trust himself, though...

The fingers over her heart interlock as Soul admires the way the light of their souls together paints her, maybe like an angel, but definitely like the strong, fearless person he always knows she is even if not a meister by name, even if he's still her weapon all the same; not a beast, not a demon, not any of that crap except for probably the most hopeless fool that just can't keep himself from grinning while he drapes his hair over Maka's forehead, pressing nose to nose.

I'm not afraid. And I don't want to be afraid of the way I feel about you anymore, if that's okay?

Oh he recognized the smell, alright: Meisters and weapons, at arms to hunt another witch, another monster, demon, Kishin. But he sure as hell didn't like it. Hated the way they all pointed their claws and bared their fangs at his partner, snarling at her as if they had the right to speak to her to begin with. Well he didn't have to like it, and he snarled right back – Bared his fangs, sharpened his claws, felt the burning, seething hatred ignite in his chest and stoke that glow into a full-blown beacon, coursing that pure, hot iron through the war drums of his veins just under his skin. And he let it all out.

Maka's heels remain firmly planted into the ground even as a raging burst of magic, like feathers, explodes out from Soul, the force of nature whirling around her until it quickly takes the form of a giant salamander floating above her, talons outstretched and several rows of sharp teeth hissing out at the frightened meisters who soon try to take aim at him. All too fast, the wind hurls him forward like an unyielding storm to blow them all away with just the end of his tail, giving them no time to recover from the distance gained as he flutters his feathery whiskers at Maka and swoops down to let her jump onto his mane, the gales then lifting them up to swiftly carry her away to the sky.

Onwards, under the cover of dusk, where the lingering sunset casts crimson embers throughout the fur of his slithering flight.

Pure exhaustion keeps his body sunken onto the floor of this abandoned train car, the chill starting to seep into his skin as it slowly reshapes back into the form of a person, the heavy lids of his eyes and hoarse, overworked breaths soon met by the frantic heat of fingers, her palms reaching for his chest, his face. He's okay, Maka reassures, and he believes it for as tired as he's turned now. It takes everything he has to try to sit up, and he's given everything in return with the immediate embrace that lifts him up into her arms where his ear rests against the still-racing adrenaline of her heart.

Soul likes the sound. It's okay if it goes a little slower.

A light laugh shakes him a bit, a sense of calm starting to find him again in the hum of something sweet easing up his wavelength and the stroke of fingernails running back and forth through his hair. It empowers him into sitting up on his own, even just a little, just to see her face again while the warmth of her palms holds his head upright, resting against his skin down from the glowing green eyes of an angel watching over him. No... the eyes of Maka, by no other name than the one he would and has followed to the ends of the Earth, even if they never find home.

It's... cliché, he chuckles, but it's true that... she is his home. He hopes that he's her home too. And what, did he think she would say he isn't? That all this time staring at him could possibly stop her from finally caving in and shoving her mouth onto his, which almost fully revitalizes him and invigorates him to bring his hands gripping back through her hair to pull them both further in. Now that's almost as messy as the instantaneous way Maka pushes him down (gently enough) onto the floor while they're already undoing each other's clothes, breathes fully ensconced in each other's throats until Soul quickly switches to breathing down her neck with his teeth, which she eagerly returns the favour for because while love bites, her love bites back harder.

[venaue]

Another AU of mine that I'm very enthusiastic is an AU where the MC is Basil from OMORI.

I love this idea very much so here are a few of my headcanons about my version of this !!

[ BEWARE OF OMORI SPOILERS BELOW ]

- I imagine the timeline from which Basil would be Isekai-d would be like during his unconciousness after his fight with Sunny at the Sleepover. It'd be like in his unconsciousness where he reaches out for the hand or whatever happens in the Prologue.

- One of Basil's first priorities was making a garden for Ramshackle. He went to Sam's and ask him all about the different types of plants he could grow at Ramshackle. Even though some of them were ones that didn't exist back on Earth, or ones that needed the influence of magic to grow, he did end up finding a good assortment of plants that he could grow by himself.

- More often than not if you were to go visit Ramshackle, you'd most likely see Basil tending to the garden in one way or another. It's one thing that's familiar to him here, so he often takes sanctuary in just mindlessly tending to the plants, and watching them grow when he has nothing else to do.

- In a way, the group of Heartslabyul students he's gotten acquainted with remind him a little too much of the Faraway Gang. Ace and Deuce's squabbles remind him of Kel and Aubrey's. Trey's doting nature reminds him of Hero. Riddle's quiet and confused nature reminds him of Sunny. And Cater's lively and cheerful energy that's clearly a façade for all of the despair and sadness hidden underneath...

- There's a certain area outside of Ramshackle that looks eerily familiar to the place Mari was hung from. He doesn't go by that area. Ever. People begin to notice this after the grass around the area begins to look untamed compared to the rest of the foliage around Ramshackle, but after he completely shuts down as a result of someone questioning him about it once, no one asks about it anymore.

- He still gets hallucinations of SOMETHING. He see's it at that area. At the stairs. Sometimes he can't even meet Riddle's eyes without being painfully reminded of the person he can't ever reach anymore. Sometimes looking at Cater sends him spiraling into thoughts and regrets.

- His dreams are a little different from canon, instead of just being flashbacks from the films, they're instead similar scenarios, but instead played out by the headspace gang. Sort of like Sunny's adventures in headspace in the game, except the plot is influenced by the different member of the Great 7. (why? i dunno, i thought it was silly. and i love making him more tragic.)

- He brings the Ghost Camera around with him everywhere, and takes tons and tons of photos with it. He ends up buying a few photo albums from Sam's store, which he begins to fill up with different pictures of all of the events that happen. His favorite's are the one's Cater sometimes insists on taking of him, Ace and Deuce together. He's less fussed about the 'natural' aspect of the photos now. He just wants to capture the memories. Just in case one day he disappears from this world for good.

- He starts out being very wary and afraid of Octavinelle as a whole, more specifically the water. It reminds him of when Aubrey pushed him in, reminds him of the sensation of drowning, how terrifying it was to not know whether he'd ever take another breath again. The first time he went down there he was on the borderline of a panic attack nearly the whole time. It took him a while to warm up to the idea of it, and the idea of going into the water in book 3, even with the potion.

(p.s. if you're wondering why he still gets the hallucinations of something, i like to think its because he didn't get the final closure where in the good ending, we see SOMETHING like disappear behind him, but since he got transported before that happened, SOMETHING is still with him, and tormenting him.)

thats it for now because this has actually been in my drafts for days--

i need to feet my subs on yt too so i gyatta post this on comm LMAO

anwyay enough yapping HOPE YALL TWST N OMORI FANS LIKE ITTTT if i get um at least 1 person who likes it ill probably keep doing stuff for it occasionally :3

[deedala]

✨ weekly tag wednesday ✨

thanks for tagging me @heymacy @energievie and @mybrainismelted !! 💖

(disclaimer: there is presently a glitch with tumblr that only allows you to tag 5 people per line in your text posts. to remedy that, you can separate your tags into different lines as i have at the bottom of this post to ensure that everyone that's tagged knows they've been tagged!)

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name: deanna

age: noel

your time zone: EST (or apparently EDT currently as its during daylight savings? when it goes from UTC-5 to UTC-4. Time is a construct.)

what do you do for work? i help color other peoples comics

do you have any pets? narp

what first drew you to this fandom? i had tried several times to watch shameless since it started but kept getting turned off by how gross frank was lmao. i really like cameron monaghan though and back in 2022 i was just in a good place (apparently) to finally push through (and skip!!) the gross frank shit and watch the show. i think i watched some of it. and then i went and just watched gallavich scenes on youtube? and then i went BACK and rewatched all of the actual show? over and over again lol. my love of cameron monaghan and shameless's vibe just finally clicked into place amen.

are you a morning person or a night owl? i guess moreso a night person since i suffer desperately from revenge bedtime procrastination. but also at the same time i dont like sleeping in very late either or itll feel like the whole day fucked. but also i wanna sleep for 9 hours.

what are your hobbies? tv and film enjoyer, drawing, reading, video games, being silly

how tall are you? 5'2" or 157cm (please help me reach the things on the top shelf)

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? iceland? ireland? new zealand? ...really into lands ig

favorite color? mint green

favorite book? the masked empire by patrick weekes still holds this spot

favorite movie? the fall, the eagle, love and monsters, princess bride, the mummy, vampire academy

favorite fic? intro to quantum dating, cooperative gameplay, fine art of falling for you, love is a ballfield, none the wiser, two of your earth minutes, the menagerie, apotheosis, ma--*the microphone is forcibly removed from my hands*

favorite musical artist: chappell roan, cake, petey, dove cameron

what is your average screen time so far this week? thats none of my business

what's the first app you open in the morning? discord~

how long have you been on tumblr? 12.5 years

finally (and i know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself: i dunno if its a *fun* fact but i used to be a licensed cosmetologist. i know how to do all the things i just realized i hate interacting with customers and could not bear to carry on with that a career after about a year of it lol

and now i shall tag some precious nuggets who can play or simply accept this offering of a🫸 face squish 🫷😚 @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit @thepupperino @metalheadmickey @softmick @callivich @vintagelacerosette @squirrel-fund @creepkinginc @whatwouldmickeydo @gallawitchxx @mickeysgaymom @suzy-queued @crossmydna @gardenerian @mmmichyyy @tanktopgallavich @rereadanon @heymrspatel @the-rat-wins @iansw0rld @loftec @palepinkgoat @themarchg1rl @jrooc @thisdivorce @blue-disco-lights @sam-loves-seb @sickness-health-all-that-shit @samantitheos @lee-ow @sleepyfacetoughguy @transmickey @lingy910y @tsuga-of-mars @ardent-fox @purplemagpie @captainjowl @wehangout @mikhailoisbaby 💖💖💖

[e-adlirez]

The last question you answer about violet having a grasshopper pet being stereotypical make me realize that the girls do be kinda stereotypical in the very first book…(which fortunately isn’t there anymore as the series progress). Though, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I would love to hear your take on the cultural aspect of the thea sisters books. In your personal opinion, do you think the books do a decent job in cultural representation?

It started out with a decent chunk of stereotypes, but what allows me to look past them and love them is the fact that they show the girls growing out of them. For example, Vi (the only one I can actually speak on) is very much the smart and shy Asian kid stereotype (and the occasional esoteric proverb or two), but I love her because she grew into the role of being the group braincell. She's the group braincell, the straight man, the nanny holding four leashes at once, the anxiety-riddled bean who wants to move out of her comfort zone but is scared to do so on her own and thus leans on her friends for support ohmygodshe'sjustlikemefr--

For a series made in the early 2000s, the representation is pretty good! Definitely not perfect (stares at the Chinese proverb thing and Pam being a sasslord with weird-ass slang), but it was very much ahead of its time! The girls did start out stereotypical, yes, but one thing that it did was expand the girls beyond the stereotypes they initially started out with. Violet started as the Asian smart kid, but her character was expanded (if I described how we'd be here all day); Colette started out as a diva, but grew out of it and became a proud girly girl who gets along with Pam even though their tastes in fashion are different; Nicky does have that crazy Aussie in her (which I love), but she's also a goofball and passionate nature advocate a la Steve Irwin (still crazy tho, see that one time she crawled on the roof of a moving train); Pam I think changed the most, seeing she started off as the sassy one with weird slang but is now more the comedic relief who takes charge of the girls culinary itineraries and keeps them grounded; and Paulina's stayed the most consistent, but I dunno if that's saying a lot because she doesn't get that much screentime compared to the others.

One thing I will also appreciate is the extra bit of character building that the girls have that tie the little bits together. Vi has many things she's into and is good at? She is a curious type open to new learning experiences and is also a perfectionist (with anxiety coding), said wumbo combo means she's pretty good at a lot of nerd-flavored things like art and strategy and attention to detail. Pam likes pizza? Her family runs a pizzeria. Nicky is crazy? Yeah she's crazy, she's really good at thinking on her feet even if it means jumping off the outstretched ladder of a speeding firetruck to catch a perp. Colette is a fashionista? She likes looking good and has a good eye for different fashion styles and how to elevate them (and is most likely the reason Pam doesn't just have the most basic of clothes to wear everyday). Paulina is an IT kid? She is also chronically online :D (:'D) and she uses technology to try to improve her corner of the world and remain in contact with her family, mainly her little sister.

Oh yeah and the plots of the books were not that stereotypical, either! Tho take my statements with a grain of salt because I'm not part of any of these cultures, their trip to Japan didn't involve a single ounce of sushi or origami or samurai-- it involved bunraku and a theme on tradition versus passion. Their trip to Hawai'i did involve hula, but that was because they were there to compete in totallynottheMerrieMonarchFestivalweswearsincerelyScholastic, and they do mention the whole volcanic eruption thing without having to talk about Hawai'i religion beyond the white dog superstition, with a little side comment of how business corporates can be more than willing to pull all the strings they can to exploit the natural beauty and the people of Hawai'i. They went to New York and the plot was intertwined very much with the NYC housing crisis in such a way that was easy to digest, even for kids! They went to India and not only set it in an underrated part of the country (Tamil Nadu), they didn't lean into mainstream media stereotypes about India and let the story tell itself as it deserved to! They went to Italy multiple times and, get this, they didn't make a single pasta joke. (Because it's an Italian series that'd be weird if they did.)

But yeah, they treated these cultures with a surprising amount of respect. Like I said, not perfect, but it is a relief how a good chunk of the books still stand up to the test of time.

If you're from any of the cultures they explored in any of the books, feel free to let me know ^^

[katerinaaqu]

May I ask, What’s your opinion on “The Silence of the Girls” by Pat Barker? (If you’ve ever read it)

Haven't read it I am sorry but by a quick Google on the title and the general plot and not gonna lie my fist reaction was "of course...another Iliad 'retelling'...go figure..." I was also a bit put off by many things regarding the book from that one first glance for starters the title "Silence if the Girls" basically reminds me all the feministic ideas and all we have these days and that had me thinking "alright another men-hating novel it is" especially because even in ancient greece we have people who write almost exclusively woman-centric themes for example Eurypedes whose play "Trojan women" this book was so inspired from. So even in antiquity women were not silenced in their reasoning even in plays like "Orestes" where the chorus fiercely defends Clytemnestra or Aeschylus who doesn't even condemn her in "Agamemnon" and let's her speak in her own words etc. Even Hecuba whose tragic story unravels in the tragedy of the same name. The title gave me a bit the icks not gonna lie because of this. Because I find it interesting that in ancient literature women were never silent. True they were not presented with the same eloquence in all but they still had their voice one way or another. Even in Iliad Briseis speaks on the murder of her family to Patroclus

I was also put off by some critiques that present the "not glorifying the war" as a novelty. Which it isn't. Like I said even from times as Eurypedes does not glorify them. He speaks on how women await their fate. Aeschylus speaks on how Cassandra is in a state of madness and confusion being dragged as a slave AND know she will die or Hecuba who is presented in many ways depending on who says the story. We even see it in male characters such as Odysseus or Menelaus as early as Homer. I am not even analyzing the many different stories and books written after world wars and such which depict the horrors of war or their horrific aftermath. Although if I were completely honest that is more a....critique to the critique rather than the book itself. And okay if I am completely honest here yes it is always great to see people read something that actually shows the horror of war

Now from the little I saw from some mentions of the book it is interesting, not gonna lie, that the writer chose to fortify bitterness at Briseis and speak on bitterness and even tries to twist the ending of the Iliad where Achilles ends up sleeping with Briseis and basically the writer twists it with the phrase "I opened my legs to the man that killed my husband" which was both icky but also powerful to my ears so it gave me mixed feelings. On once I understand how the character might think and is interesting to accumulate the thought of Briseis real thoughts not be cold acceptance but masked bitterness for her fate. The icky feeling goes that as usual we have the narrative of the female suffering and all and somehow wishing to tell the audience "yeah she still suffered more" and the placement of the phrase right after Priam makes the plead to Achilles for his son we have Briseis again intervening and saying "yeah yeah a father losing most of his sons is terrible but look what happens to women"

Which again is not bad on its own but for me and only me it felt like the writer saying that yeah Briseis is now more important and her issues are definitely much worse. And that did not fit in my opinion in a scene where we have a parent mourning for his children. I know perhaps that was placed there to show that BOTH issues exist and are terrible or to show how these two characters are somehow connected to Achilles in that way but dunno the way it was placed it gave me the impression that the writer wants to deflect the viewer from the main theme of that part; the pain of the parent losing his child and go like "yeah but remember women still had it worse". Which of course is an issue to discuss altogether but in one way I think that the scene of Priam saying this to Achilles is a scene powerful that needs to be left alone and let people see that parents burying their children or seeing their others being enslaved (even his son got enslaved) is a scene that needs to be transferred properly. If they wanted to insert that scene of Briseis they could do so later in a consequent scene like I said to the phrase where Achilles lays with her at the end of the Iliad.

But these are all opinions on a quick search i made and some assumptions on the factors. Unfortunately I cannot comment on the contents of the book itself because I haven't read it so questions about its cultural accuracy or the language used etc Unfortunately elude me. But these are some thoughts on what I felt about it because I am not fond of these retellings anyways (I know it sounds weird coming from an unofficial retelling writer but yeah world is full of contraditions! Hahaha )

[kingkatsuki]

I dunno where I was going with this, just more silly little thoughts about Bakugou that float around in my head.

Ps: I know writing in library books is bad, don’t do it. I just thought this would be cute.

Bakugou loves the library. It’s peaceful, usually deserted and most importantly the last place his annoying friends would ever think to look for him.

His favourite chair sits in a quiet corner near the back of the building. A worn brown leather armchair that’s definitely seen better days, but it suits him perfectly. Settling down to finish a well-loved romantic fantasy book he plucked off the shelves.

The pages are beginning to fray, an indication of the many hands that have roamed the pages before him, submerging themselves into the same world as does the same, taking a quick sip of his coffee.

But the thing that’s made Bakugou smile the most were the little hearts and swirls that began to appear around certain scenes in the book. Something that would’ve normally irritated him, the vandalism of public property— even though you could argue the monthly totalling of at least one building in Musutafu was comparable. Dynamight still had to make a public appearance at a local deli after blasting through one of their walls last week, or risk another hefty lawsuit. But these marks were innocent, and reeked of adoration as he let his thumbs brush over the line of messy hearts.

Over the next few weeks Bakugou began to notice more little annotations inside the books he was reading, little comments that echoed his sentiments whilst reading. Characters that were far too good for their companions, too blind to see they were in love, and more hearts whenever there was a passionate love scene.

As he was trying to decide on a new book to read, he plucked a book off the shelf as a note fell out from between its pages. Dropping down to grab it as he read the words against the paper, probably someone’s school notes or a forgotten shopping list. Until he read the note inside.

“When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.”

And Bakugou found himself keeping the note, using it as a bookmark to secure the worn pages as he tried to work out who it was that was leaving the notes. Wondering if he’d ever been in the library at the same time as you, or whether you were both reading the same book right now.

The more he began to frequent the library, the more his eyes began to wander, trying to see if he could find you. He didn’t even know who you were and yet it was you that he began to imagine whenever he was reading the romantic stories written on the pages.

So maybe it was time for him to leave his own note.

[ink-flavored]

❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ 👀👀👀

ooOOooo five hearts, i guess i'll ramble about 5 different WIPs!!

❤️️ part 1: Pride & Justice

I've been stewing Lust's backstory in my mind for a while, I want to make it a character intro at some point. Same thing with Honesty, but I'm having a harder time with Lust's because like... I want to make sure it's a well-rounded character so I don't trip into all the various pitfalls having an antagonist who represents the concept of lust brings. It's abusive and shitty, but I want it to be clear that it's choosing to be this way—and it was also taught to be this shitty through circumstance and its own trauma, just like how Pride was. I also think doing a full backstory will help me write it better, I'll know what I'm doing with it's character better than I currently do. I've also decided we're going to meet Chris (from the book club) before Lust, so my first it/its character isn't the evil one.

❤️️ part 2: Tales from Athendrolyn

November is coming up, so I'm VERY excited to do my little Anthology Blast plan!!! I've been especially excited to write the little gargoyle adoption prompt—I haven't had the idea as long as some of the other prompts, but ever since I came up with it, I've been obsessed. I know I want to have multiple volumes of my anthologies so I can just keep coming up with prompts forever, and I may end up bringing this gargoyle-carving character back at some point. I love her.

❤️️ part 3: Athendrolyn After Dark

One of the prompts (not one of the ones I'll write in November, but still) is about a FWB pair that take love potions to Enhance their sex life, and I've been thinking about the culture surrounding love potions in this world now. For the prompt itself, I'm treating it like an intox kink, almost? It's like having sex while you're high, but the "high" is "immediately falling in love with whoever you're looking at." So would these things be legal? Do you have to make them yourself, is the recipe underground? Is it like.. a drug that in smaller doses is used for a genuine medical purpose, but when you take a lot of it you get stoned like this? So many questions brought up by this one prompt that I won't even be able to fit into the short story itself, but now I Have to think about it.

❤️️ part 4: Unnamed Dream WIP

I've known for a while now that I want Asim to have regular correspondence with Mira while he's in the city, because I don't want to give him a sister and immediately write her out for the rest of the book, yknow? He talks about how his research is going, she talks about how she's adjusting to being the Speaker for their village. He might send money back... if he's getting paid at all? Still unclear about what's going on with that. Probably getting a research stipend or something.

I just like when there are siblings!!! With a good relationship! I think it's weird when people are like "all siblings fight and hate each other" because... I've always had a great relationship with my sibling? So I want to write more siblings that reflect my experience

❤️️ part 5: New Poetry Collection?

I know that isn't a techincally WIP but you can't stop me

I was thinking the other day about how many poetry collections are about how beautiful nature is, the natural world, how many poets are from rural backgrounds, and how many of them returned to the country from the city which is when they wrote their most critically acclaimed works etc. but like.... I love living in the city.

I lived in the suburbs most of my life, and now that I live in Chicago I can say with 100% certainty this is my preferred biome (I do wish it was warmer year-round but other than that). I love the city, I think it's just as beautiful and worthy of poetry as nature and rural areas. I dunno, I've been tossing around the idea of a poetry collection just based on how much I love the city. I think it would be neat

[send me a ❤️️ and let me ramble]

[monsieuroverlord]

Hellverine #1 2nd printing 1:25 Cassara Virgin Variant

My goodness, do I have a mini rant about this (I'll keep it under the cut if anyone wants to skip it):

It was such a pain in the ass trying to get ahold of a copy of this!

I saw it when it was first announced a little over a month ago, right?

So, I'm like okay, it'll probably be posted on my usual ordering site (no physical shops near me, but if you follow me, you know I got a pulse on the solicits. My pull list is immaculate, things are planned and preordered MONTHS in advance).

I check every day for a week. No dice. Not posted for pre-order.

After the first couple of days during this week, I'm also casually checking other comic book sites -- either already sold out or going for a minimum of $65 to $100. Ebay pre-sales are pretty similar.

So I'm like, screw that, it isn't even out yet! The official catalog price is like $9.99, I can wait.

A month goes by, I'm checking diligently every day. There are no changes.

Then I'm like, "Okay, I just have to wait until it actually comes out" and I'm sure the shops will be selling their extra incentive copies at a more reasonable price.

Tuesday night, I'm pulling out all the stops, I'm deep-diving. I'm utilizing all the secret advanced search commands I learned in college. AND I thought I found one!

It was a listing on Google shopping for $4.99, so I'm like "Jackpot" and click "buy now" so I do, and it redirects me to checkout on the website, and I think to myself "sweet!" so I buy it.

I get my order confirmation, and IN BIG BOLD LETTERS at the top, it reads:

"PLEASE NOTE YOU MUST BUY ALL INCENTIVE QUALIFIERS TO GET A INCENTIVE COPY"

(I'm paraphasing a bit, and there was a bit more after that, but you get the idea)

So, I'm thinking "what?" and I go and actually browse the site I ordered from, and I somehow stumbled upon a wholesaler store, like the kind a comic book store would use to order bulk copies for the store.

Essentially, if I was a store, I would've placed an order for 25 main 2nd printing copies, and then I would've qualified for this incentive variant.

I was quick, and sent and email request to cancel, and got my money back, no problems. (I don't have the budget to but 25 copies of one book just to get the one I want. That's the whole reason I'm not paying $100 for a copy)

So its the day of release in my timezone. Everywhere is still sold out. Slowly but surely, the Ebay resellers begin to trickle in. Its averaging about $70 to $80.

Then I see it! By sheer luck or diligence or a wild combination of both -- there's a $20 copy. But the listing says "DEFECT" in big bold letters.

Undeterred, I think "How bad can it be?" as I don't really need a flawless copy, I just like collecting my pretties, you know?

There were pictures provided, along with the description: some of the color is faded off around the lower left staple

(circled below)

That's not shininess, its actually faded white.

So I bought it. And it arrived today. Its my wonderfully imperfect copy and I'm so happy.

As of today, the lowest is like $49.99 + shipping o Ebay. All the online shops don't have it, even though it came out less than a week ago. And its still not on my usual pre-order site.

Like, I dunno if the 2nd printing didn't sell as well, or maybe there was a manufacturing delay, but good lord, I did not expect this particular variant to be such a pain to obtain.

Like, it's only a 1:25!! I dunno how many 25s were actually printed, but my goodness. I know this is such a first world problem and I recognize at least half of the drama is self-inflicted by my own hubris and dedication to also getting a good deal.

But I'm just trying to buy a little treat for myself. damn.

[starfolk7]

5,7,9,15,21,22,27 and 30 for Charlotte, Aiko and Rowena 😼

Ahhhh, more of my girlies!! I haven't gotten to think on things for Aiko especially in forever, this will be so much fun!!! ;w;

Given the questions, the girls will mostly be answering for themselves and this will get pretty long. Also, assume a lot of these are answered after most respective main story events lol

5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

None of them are inherently ones for speeches, but here's some that I think they might give, though they're all on the informal side:

Rowena: "'Tis true that we're both stuck in this dying world. But does that really mean we have to forsake everything we hold dear? I think not. There are still things to hope for, souls to treasure. You speak truth, acknowledging the cruelty all around us. I, however, stand in defiance of that cruelty. It is the sole way I can continue to live. I only hope you join me in that endeavor."

Aiko: "War does not come to your doorstep and ask to be invited in. It tears down every barrier and cares little if you fall victim to its destruction. You never asked for any of this. Carrying on as if you did is doing you no favors. Stop acting as if you have something to prove to me. Be honest. I refuse to be kept in the shadows in the name of safety."

Charlotte: "How could you possibly know what true despair feels like? You lose once and you think you know it all? You haven't even scratched the surface. While humanity suffered an endless war, you and your heavenly Father sat on high and watched us BURN. Countless people I LOVED could have been saved if someone, ANYONE in Heaven bothered to care. But we weren't good enough to save, were we? Just little living toys for the Father that he could banish out of sight. And now, only now, you expect me to feel sympathy? After everything God, Heaven, YOU, have done?? You don't know SHIT about suffering! It's about fucking time something taught you what it's like!"

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

How I describe Rowena: Selfless, stubborn, bouncy

How Rowena describes herself: "Um...I suppose...thoughtful, considerate, attentive? It's better to ask someone else how they see me."

How I describe Aiko: Gentle, thoughtful, witty

How Aiko describes herself: "Quiet...uninteresting, and small. I know what I am."

How I describe Charlotte: Passionate, kind, fierce

How Charlotte describes herself: "Stubborn, tiring, but also fun, I guess. I dunno, people liked me way back when, and the sinners and some machines like me well enough."

9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

Rowena: "I hardly let my little bird doll out of sight as a child. It went on every little adventure with me, and I felt terrible if it fell down or got dirty. Father also taught me how to care for various plants and how they like to hear people talk to them. I still sing songs to them sometimes. Don't tell Ornstein, though, I will simply perish if he finds out."

Aiko: "Every piece of nature is alive to me. I love chatting with the flowers! We have such riveting conversations, though they're a little one-sided. I even feel awful if a blanket is out of place and apologize to it as I'm setting it back. I'm sure that's been overheard more than once."

Charlotte: "Hasn't been a single day where I didn't. Books have always been like second pets to me, my dad was a florist, and my mom taught me to care for musical instruments like pedigree dogs. Is anyone really surprised that I befriended machines, sentient or otherwise?"

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Rowena: "Cooking. I'm alright at the task, but can't it just be ready for me to eat in an instant? The whole process is laborious. Not that I get too hungry these days, being Undead, but the pang still hits me from time to time, and oftentimes I ignore it because of the work involved in solving the issue. I'll risk foraging strange berries over cooking anything. This might explain a few of my deaths."

Aiko: "Cruelty for the sake of it. Why travel down such a path when it's much easier to be kind in most instances? Oh, and fishing. You would think I'd be neutral on the task, but I find it boring and leave it to much more skilled people than myself. They can do that while I gather safe fruits and vegetables. I think that's a fair tradeoff."

Charlotte: "Religion. It was just a personal opinion before, but with everything I've experienced, it's only confirmed my 'heretical' belief system. Why waste time praying to a god that never wanted to listen to us, anyway? I'll put faith in myself long before I ever give that bastard a second thought again."

21. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Rowena: "This is a bit tricky, given my circumstances. I suppose wanton cruelty towards others. If there isn't a blatant reason for clashing with someone, my partner had best have a damn good one to explain going for a person's throat in the first place. Luckily, in Lordran, there's usually a very good reason for such actions."

Aiko: "Animal slaughter with no purpose. Killing an animal to survive, feed and clothe yourself and others, is one thing, but killing a creature for fun? This I can never accept. Call it childish, if you like, but I grew up loving every animal of Tsushima. Unless I need to, I can't imagine myself hurting them, and neither should my partner."

Charlotte: "I used to be able to say 'trying to kill me', but uh..." She gestures towards herself, then gestures somewhere vaguely out of view. "That's already happened a few times." She sighs. "Look, it's complicated, okay? I'm not claiming any of this makes sense, and I'm probably more confused on this whole issue than you are. Besides, that's not happening anymore, obviously. Fuck, I sound insane." She blows some hair out of her face. "But barring that...I guess turning their back on me. Already been fucked over in that regard multiple times in my life. I'm not gonna put up with that from someone that's supposed to be supporting me."

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Rowena: "Oh, um..." She blushes a little. "Gods, I wasn't prepared for this question. But...yes. Pet names are endearing, especially when they get a bit creative. I've been called "sparrow" for most of my life, and that is one pet name that seems to have carried over to the present. Ornstein likes to see how I react to it." She rolls her eyes, then grins. "It's fine, though. The man's stoic exterior collapses the second I call him 'love' or 'my sunlight', so I think we're evenly matched."

Aiko: "Yes!!" She claps her hands, giggling a little. "I adore pet names. Mother and father always compared me to a fox, but Ryuzo calls me his little kitten. He says it's because I'm always sneaking in places I shouldn't be." She makes a face. "It's only partially true! Anyway, I like calling him Ryu. He stops in place whenever I do that. I really need to think of some more for him, just to see what happens..."

Charlotte: "Do I have to answer this question?" She grumbles under her breath, her face flushing pink. "I never asked for them, if that's what you mean. Mom liked calling me 'colibri'. French for 'hummingbird'. Dad called me 'katydid'. Either way, I didn't escape the speedy creature allegations." She hides part of her face with one hand. "...Gabe got attached to calling me 'hummingbird'. Of course he did. He claims it's only natural because of my mechanical wings, but I think he likes seeing me stumble a little. Maybe for old times' sake." She looks off to the side and smiles a little. "It's...kind of nice, though. Makes it even better when I can get him back with something equally stumble-worthy. 'Dove' was a no-brainer, but ever seen an archangel short circuit over a name? That's quality entertainment." She lowers her voice, her face flushing again. "And pretty damn cute but shhh-"

27. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Rowena: "I strive for forgiveness. But where that won't do, vengeance will suffice in its place. It all depends on the situation."

Aiko: "Forgiveness. I don't have much room for vengeance in my heart. It would take a dire situation to push me towards it. Some say I forgive too much. Perhaps they're right, but this is the way I am."

Charlotte: "Dad taught me forgiveness. Mom taught me vengeance. Lately, I'm leaning towards the latter. Mainly if I ever meet the person that made me a cyborg. Or God. Or any other angels that get ideas about fighting me. Either way, they're getting shot in the face."

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

Rowena: "I would do everything in my power to ensure the other Knights of Gwyn survived as long as Ornstein has. Even if that meant changing the course of time. It would likely cause more suffering, but...my heart aches for him. They were truly his close friends, lost to tragedy. If I could ease that burden without suffering the consequences, I would allow Manus to snatch me thousands of times over until I got it right."

Aiko: "Overturn the Shogunate." She glances around a little. "I don't speak on it much for obvious reasons, but the samurai are not as pure and honorable as they parade themselves to be. Lower classes often suffer because of them. It's one thing I wish I could do, if only to put everyone on equal footing for once. But that would never be forgiven, in this lifetime or the next."

Charlotte: "Thin out Heaven's ranks before they got ideas." She raises an eyebrow. "I wouldn't kill all of them. Don't let Gabe give you that impression. Just enough to send a message from the kind they tried to oppress. So much could have been avoided if I were allowed to do it, but instead I had to scramble for my life while they hunted me down through Hell. Not exactly what I'd call a good time."