#i heart lobe beach

[pois0n-appl3]

palmer................

[the-californicationist]

Cali, I had an idea, a PricexReader fic but they're portrayed as Adam and Eve. The two of them in this gorgeous garden, learning each other's bodies- raghhh!!! With your stunning writing skills I know it'd turn the fic into scripture.

Bone of My Bone

The sand-heavy shore of Crosby Beach held secrets, each one clutched within itself like a hidden heart, aching to be found and wiped clean. A shell, a stone, a small bone of something that was once writhing and wriggling and darting through the turbulent waves; something simultaneously ancient and new, a simulacra of life, a shadow of worlds within worlds. The dark ocean punched into the earth, keeping time against the long border between the suffering living and the silent dead. Each shell lined with the library of an eon’s worth of memories, and on its body written the story of that journey, both painfully short and yet unimaginably long.

When you picked up a shiny one, a husk without chips or cracks or chitinous spines, one that wouldn’t hurt his callused hands when you laid it in his palm, offering it like a sacrament, John Price stared down into it, peering at its iridescent sheen, imagining a pincher or a tentacle or a spine sweeping out in defense. He smiled at you, memorizing the exact color of the sun as it outlined your uncovered hair, burning it into his mind like a code word, dangerous if forgotten, etching that orange pink gold into the tender flesh of his eyes, wearing it like a sigil, like a talisman on his cornea, letting the brightness of it stretch his pupils down to a pin-point, the icy rounds closing in to try and protect him from your brilliant glory. And yet, he rejected the shielding. He would rather feel that hot lick of fire in his eyes than miss one moment of you dragging the sun along, like a child with a doll, pulling it behind you as your toes sank into the wet dunes, leading him to a version of Eden that he was never meant to find. But, you found it for him, brought him to it like a pilgrim to his altar, scrubbing him clean in the salt.

In another place, east of your Eden where the sand holds different secrets, and where you can dig for different shells, he imagines he is back on your beach, his skin raw from a different sun, his thighs aching from a different march, his muscles needed for a sweeter mission. When he needs to be reminded of the truth that he learned when his teeth bit into the forbidden lobes of your fruit, when his lips slid through your pliant peel, he finds the shell in his pocket, and his thumb swirls around the whorl of the aperture, that same impossible smoothness that he finds in your mouth, the pink of your tongue mirrored in its glossy nacre, begging, slack-jawed, to be licked by him. To be scraped and sucked and savored. To be swallowed whole. A secret to be told.

[fuzzyhenry]

Beach Sex

I strolled along the sun-drenched beach, my bear-like body glistening with sweat. To any onlooker, I was just another chubby tourist in swim trunks and a loose tank top. Little did they know about the magical powers coursing through my veins.

As I lumbered across the hot sand, I spotted him - a kindred spirit in the realm of body hair and bulk. This magnificent specimen lay sprawled on a blanket, his hairy gut rising and falling with each thunderous snore. Sweat trickled down his furry chest, soaking into the waistband of his shorts. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but I imagined them closed in blissful slumber.

My thick fingers twitched, itching to cast a spell. "Fuck it," I muttered, my voice a low growl. "Can't pass up this juicy opportunity."

With a subtle gesture, I conjured dense bushes to sprout around us, shielding us from prying eyes. Then, I summoned a mischievous spirit - a wisp of shimmering energy that danced through the air before diving straight into the man's open, snoring mouth.

His body went rigid, muscles tensing beneath that luxurious coat of body hair. He twitched once, twice, then fell still. For a heart-stopping moment, I wondered if I'd gone too far. But then his chest resumed its steady rise and fall, and I let out a relieved chuckle.

Slowly, deliberately, the man's hand rose to his face. He plucked off those dark sunglasses, revealing eyes that now glowed with an otherworldly light. His lips curled into a smile that was equal parts seductive and submissive.

"Master," he purred, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine, "How can I serve you?"

I licked my lips, my voice husky with desire. "Don't move a fucking muscle, big boy. Now, let's see what you're packing under those shorts. Strip 'em off and show me that cock."

The possessed beachgoer's grin widened, his glowing eyes locked on mine as his meaty hands moved to the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips, slowly shimmying the fabric down his hairy thighs. The suspense was killing me, my heart pounding in my chest as more and more skin was revealed.

Finally, his shorts hit the sand, and there it was - his thick, semi-hard dick nestled in a forest of dark curls. It twitched under my hungry gaze, growing harder by the second.

"Mmm, that's a nice piece of meat you've got there," I growled, stepping closer. The salty sea breeze carried his musky scent to my nostrils, making my mouth water. I crouched down beside him, my eyes roaming over his naked form. "Now, let's see what other tricks I can make you do..."

I waved my hand, casting another spell. Invisible bonds wrapped around his wrists and ankles, pinning him to the blanket. He gasped, his cock jumping at the sudden restraint.

"Master," he moaned, his voice deep and needy. "Please, use me however you wish."

I chuckled, running a finger along his hairy chest. "Oh, I intend to. But first, let's have some fun." With another flick of my wrist, I conjured a feather. It danced along his skin, teasing his nipples and tracing the curves of his belly.

He squirmed under the ticklish sensation, his breath coming in short pants. "Fuck, that feels... incredible," he groaned.

I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear. "You ain't seen nothing yet, big boy." My tongue darted out, tracing the shell of his ear before nipping at the lobe.

My hand trailed down his body, fingers combing through his chest hair before wrapping around his now fully erect cock. He bucked into my grip, a deep moan rumbling from his chest.

"Eager, aren't we?" I teased, slowly stroking him. "Tell me, what do you want?"

"You," he gasped. "Fuck, I want you, Master. Please..."

I grinned, loving the desperation in his voice. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." I stood up, shrugging off my tank top and dropping my swim trunks. His glowing eyes widened as he took in my naked form, all hair and bulk and raw masculinity.

Straddling his thick thighs, I positioned myself over his straining cock. "Ready for the ride of your life, big boy?"

He nodded frantically, his hips straining against the invisible bonds. Slowly, torturously, I lowered myself onto him, savoring the stretch and fullness.

"Holy shit," he groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "You feel fucking amazing, Master."

I started to move, setting a steady rhythm. The sound of waves crashing on the shore mingled with our moans and the slap of skin on skin. Sweat beaded on our bodies, the salty air clinging to us as we fucked under the hot sun.

My hands roamed his hairy chest, tweaking his nipples and reveling in the way he shuddered beneath me. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, our beards scratching against each other as our tongues battled for dominance.

I groaned deeply, feeling his thick cock pulsing inside me. My own hard dick slapped rhythmically against his furry belly with each bounce, leaving trails of pre-cum in his forest of hair. The sensation was fucking incredible, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.

Craving more contact, I channeled my magical energy into my arms, giving myself superhuman strength. With a grunt, I lifted his upper body off the blanket, his back arching as I pulled him towards me. The change in angle caused his cock to hit new spots inside me, and I let out a guttural moan.

"Fuck, that's good," I growled, my voice husky with lust.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent. His beard was thick and bushy, tickling my nose as I nuzzled against him. Unable to resist, I pressed my lips to his hairy skin, kissing and nibbling my way along his jawline.

The taste of salt from his sweat mingled with the natural flavor of his skin, creating an intoxicating mix. I licked a stripe up his neck, savoring the way his beard scratched against my tongue. Then I latched onto a spot just below his ear, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

He bucked beneath me, straining against his invisible bonds. "Master," he panted, his glowing eyes wild with desire. "Please... I need to touch you."

I chuckled against his skin, the vibrations making him shiver. "You want to get your hands on me, big boy?" I teased, rolling my hips in a way that made us both gasp. "Tell me how badly you want it."

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice deep and desperate. "I want it so fucking bad, Master. I want to run my hands all over your hairy body, to grab your ass and guide you as you ride me. Please, I'm begging you."

His words sent a thrill through me, my cock twitching against his belly. I considered his plea, enjoying the power I held over him. Finally, I made my decision.

With a wave of my hand, I released the magical bonds holding his arms. "Go on then," I growled. "Show me what those big paws can do."

Immediately, his hands were on me, roaming over my broad back and down to my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, using his grip to lift me slightly before slamming me back down onto his cock. The force of it knocked the breath out of me, a strangled moan escaping my lips.

"Fuck yes," I hissed, meeting his thrusts with equal enthusiasm. "That's it, big boy. Give it to me hard."

One of his hands slid around to my front, wrapping around my neglected cock. He stroked me in time with our fucking, his calloused palm providing delicious friction.

I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as I approached the edge. "I'm close," I warned, my voice rough and breathless. "Fuck, I'm so close."

He increased his pace, both with his hips and his hand. "Cum for me, Master," he urged, his glowing eyes locked on mine. "I want to feel you lose control."

His words pushed me over the edge. With a roar, I came hard, painting his hairy chest and belly with thick ropes of cum. My ass clenched around his cock as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

"Holy shit," he groaned, his hips stuttering. "I can't... I'm gonna..."

I leaned in, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. "Do it," I commanded against his mouth. "Cum inside me, big boy. Fill me up."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt him tense beneath me. His cock swelled inside my ass, and then he was cumming, pumping his hot load deep into my guts. His whole body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, a primal groan tearing from his throat.

Just as his climax peaked, something extraordinary happened. The spirit I'd conjured earlier came rushing out of his mouth in a stream of shimmering energy. It swirled around us for a brief moment before plunging straight into my own open, panting mouth.

The sensation was indescribable. As the spirit merged with my being, I was suddenly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of sensations and memories. It was as if I was experiencing his orgasm firsthand - feeling the tight heat of my own ass clenching around his cock, the intense pleasure radiating through his entire body, the mind-blowing release as he emptied his balls inside me.

The dual sensations - my own physical experience combined with his memories - were too much to handle. My eyes rolled back in my head as a second, even more powerful orgasm ripped through me. My cock, which had barely softened from my first climax, erupted again, shooting another load of cum onto his already sticky chest and belly.

"Fuck!" I roared, my body convulsing with pleasure. It felt like I was cumming from both my dick and my ass simultaneously, the intensity almost too much to bear.

As the shared orgasm finally began to subside, I collapsed onto his broad, hairy chest, both of us panting heavily. Our sweaty bodies were glued together by multiple loads of cum, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and magic.

"Holy shit," I mumbled against his skin, still trying to catch my breath. "That was... fucking intense."

Beneath me, I felt his chest rumble with a weak moan. "Ahh, huhhhhhh," his voice hoarse and tired.

I lifted my head to look at him, noticing that the otherworldly glow had faded from his eyes. He blinked at me, confusion replacing the lustful haze that had been there moments before.

"What... what happened?" he asked, looking around at the magically grown bushes surrounding us. "Who are you?"

I grinned, pushing myself up on shaky arms. "Just your friendly neighborhood wizard," I replied with a wink. "And don't worry, big boy. This'll all feel like a very good dream in a few minutes."

With a wave of my hand, I began to cast a memory charm. As his eyes started to droop, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. This had been one hell of an encounter, and part of me was tempted to keep him under my spell for another round.

But even a horny wizard has to have some ethics. Besides, I thought as I began to clean us up with another spell, there are plenty more beaches to explore, and who knows what other delicious encounters await?

With a satisfied grunt, I heaved myself off the sleeping beachgoer. My legs were still a bit wobbly from the intense encounter, but I managed to stand without stumbling. I took a moment to admire my handiwork - the big guy was sprawled out on his blanket, snoring softly, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath. His shorts were back on, and there wasn't a trace of our activities left on his body.

"Sweet dreams, big boy," I murmured, a smirk playing on my lips.

I grabbed my discarded swim trunks and tank top, quickly pulling them on. With a wave of my hand, the magical bushes that had provided our privacy began to shrink and disappear. The salty sea breeze rushed in, carrying away the lingering scent of sex and sweat.

I settled into a booth at the beachside diner, ordering a hefty burger and fries to refuel after my magical escapade. The salty air and sound of waves provided a relaxing backdrop as I sipped my cold beer.

Just as I was about to dig into my meal, a familiar figure caught my eye. The chubby, hairy man from the beach swaggered through the door, his gait a bit unsteady. He looked around, seeming slightly disoriented, before making his way to the counter.

I couldn't help but smirk as I watched him order, remembering how that deep voice had moaned and begged not too long ago. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a puzzled expression on his face.

As he waited for his food, he glanced around the diner. Our eyes met briefly, and I saw a flicker of... something. Recognition? Confusion? He quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

I chuckled to myself, imagining the thoughts running through his head. The memory charm I'd cast would make our encounter feel like a vivid, erotic dream - the kind that leaves you feeling hot and bothered but unsure if it really happened.

He kept fidgeting, adjusting his shorts and scratching his beard. Every now and then, he'd shake his head slightly, as if trying to clear it. I knew he was probably replaying fragments of our beach romp in his mind, trying to make sense of the intense "dream" he'd had.

When his food arrived, he attempted a normal smile at the waitress, but it came out forced and awkward. Poor guy was clearly rattled, in the best possible way.

As he ate, I noticed him wincing slightly as he shifted in his seat. I grinned, knowing exactly why his ass might be a bit sore. The physical sensations would only add to his confusion, making the line between dream and reality even blurrier.

Part of me was tempted to approach him, to see how he'd react. But nah, better to let him stew in that delicious uncertainty. Besides, I had plans to hit up a gay bar later that night, and who knows what other magical mischief I might get up to.

I finished my meal, leaving a generous tip. As I headed out, I cast one last glance at my beach buddy. He was staring out the window, a dazed look on his face, probably trying to piece together his "dream."

[sugar-omi]

Omg I love your mermaid!Cove! Can I request some more please? 🩵

surprisingly i have many ideas on mer!cove lol, i didnt think i did but this is so long!! so enjoy<3 tysm for the ask anon, im glad you liked my mer!cover hehe<33

tags : Fluff, headcanons

eta a bit on cove w sharp teeth <3

mmm... merman cove is so pretty even in human form

in human form, he has scales in a few places

down the side of his hips to the top of his thighs and a few straglers on his ankles

his scales are blue and green. they're iridescent as well, super pretty

the closer to his chest, the lighter his scales are but there's still some dark ones around his hips that are more like a navy blue

his fins are probably on the greener side as well, and im thinking more translucent too

i looked at some fanart, i think his tail would be more on the "capey" side as well

and if i can go as far as you link you to this beautiful kokomi fanart by nataliadsw on twitter: here

in fact i'd even say the fins are like in the art! very sparkly and pretty

how do we feel abt a purple to light blue gradient?

i was thinking abt his ears too n yk how some ppl draw mermaids with fins for ears or whatever?

i think his ears are long like an elf, but the tips have a blue-to-flesh gradient. maybe even

lots of pretty piercings!! has gold and pearls in his ears.

ETA BC I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT THIS

BUT COVE HAS SHARP TEETH <333

well, sharp canines anyway

kinda like this photo: here

imagine his lil sharp smile..... i love him

also don't ask me how he shifts. bc i have no idea

as far as I'm concerned he's like a fucking Dino capsule that you drop in water and inflates

LIKE A FUCKING ORBEEZ

okay that settles it, that's what we're going with LMAO

oh my god

before i forget.. mer cove is Big

know how i said orc!derek was like 7 foot?

cove is like 7 foot 2 or some shit

idk, but derek has competition!!

i don't think that's the normal height for mer-people either. well. not mermaids anyway. orcas and whales? for sure

he has claws as well!! he tries to keep them short bc he's clumsy but he has em

ykw i didn't considered webbed hands.... is that an idea?

...nah. i think his tail makes up for it since i imagine cove is missing some key mermaid qualities due to being part human

in his human form he has the claws as well

back to the big, 7 foot thing!!!

cove has big hands as well, of course in his mer form but also in his human form

even in his human form he's still over 6'5

lots of piercings in his ears. has studs in his ear lobes and has a chain connecting his helix and his stud on one of his ears

a chain of pearls on his wrist!!!!

oh. my. god.

waist chains.

of course he doesn't wear these nice shiny all at once lol, he's not into being blinged out like that, but wears any jewelry he's gifted all the time <33

wears waist chain's mostly when he's in human form, since he doesn't have any fins getting caught or evil pirates to worry about

!!! i almost forgot

he brings you many many gifts

he's like a puppy this way

you have jars of shells and sand, some sand different colors from certain beaches he's visited.

cove even brought you your own string of pearls, and you have mini towers of different colored sea glass

so many gifts that you have a whole book case for them and even then some things spill into other areas of the house

whether or not you met cove at a young age, i think you start to understand what all his different chirps and sounds mean

like a few quick chirps are a sign of happiness

i even imagine he purrs like a cat so he'll put your hand to his heart and let you feel the rumble of his chest

or he'll nuzzle your cheek and you can hear it in your ear <33

[lukahernandez]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { LUKA HERNANDEZ } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { HE/HIM } is/are ? they kind of look like { TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 30 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { 2 MONTHS }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { GABI DIAMOND } from { YOUNG & HUNGRY }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { PEARL’S SEAFOOD BISTRO } as a { CHEF }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { GOLDEN RETRIEVER } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { SECRETIVE } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { CREATIVE } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 4 BEDROOM } apartment beside me over in { CORAL COVE }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

character information

name: luka hernandez

gender & pronouns: cis man, he/him

sexuality: homosexual

relationship status: single 💔

age: 30

birthday: July 10, 1994

place of birth: palmview, fl

occupation: chef at pearl’s seafood bistro

neighborhood: coral cove

time since arriving in Heartford: whole life, but back since november 2024

pets: orange tabby cat named “glinda” and black cat named “elpheba”

appearance:

faceclaim:  taylor zakhar perez

height:  6’

build: semi

eyes:  Brown

hair:  Black

piercings:  nostril, both ear lobes, industrial

tattoos:  pineapple on left calf, chef knife on right calf

personality:

traits:  creative & secretive

labels / tropes:  the golden retriever

mental health:  good

physical health:  healthy as a horse

likes:  making others happy, cooking for others,

dislikes:  ignorant people, action movies

fears:  snakes & some insects

phobias:  none

hobbies:  collecting recipes, working out, karaoke

skills:  touch their nose with their tongue

pet peeves:  people who drive slow in the left lane, Impatient customers

biography: tw; infertility

being born and raised in palmview was like heaven for luka. not only did he love going to the beach, but he loved the feeling of being in salt water. it was a family tradition for him and his family to spend at least one day a week at the beach. after the hernandez’s had luka, they found out that they were not going to be able to have anymore biological children. this broke their heart but it made them enjoy their time with luka even more. 

when luka was only five, they came home with another baby but this one happened to be adopted. not that they loved either of them differently, but luka loved the idea of being a big brother to someone. he wanted nothing more in the world than to be able to guide his younger sibling in the right direction. when you think about luka, it’s hard not to think about gabi diamond from young and hungry. he is always bubbly no matter the situation and loves nothing more than to be able to cook for people who are truly looking to enjoy their meal. it brought a smile to his face to see others enjoying his cooking. 

nobody else in the family cooked, not the way luka did and they were unsure of where he got it from but it was probably from him sitting in front of the television and watching gordon ramsay and bobby flay. he decided that’s what he wanted to do with his life and he didn’t care what it took, he was going to make sure it happened. luka excelled in culinary school and while in school, he met archara (archie) who luka was ready to spend the rest of his life with. 

when luka found out that archie had matched to john hopkin’s residency program, he knew that he needed to go with him. once they were settled into their life in baltimore, luka popped the magic question and asked archie to marry him. of course this was scary for him but he knew what he wanted and archie was it. the two were happy together until just a few weeks before their wedding and that’s when archie had up and left luka. 

luka was devastated to the point where he fell into a deep despair and was barely functioning. he was so hurt to the point he didn’t know what to do. work, sleep, and other things were all that was on his mind. His sibling though came to baltimore and helped him pack up his things before moving together to portland maine. they lived their lives there for quite some time until their mother had an accident and the first thing they did was pack up and move home to be with their parents so they could help out more and be home for the holidays. 

luka’s not sure if this is the final stop for him as he hasn’t had the opportunity of running into archie yet so he doesn’t know his ex fiancee is also back in town. something that luka has always enjoyed was seafood and so he got a job as a chef at pearl’s seafood bistro until he figured out what he wanted to do. he wants to be his own boss and not have to answer to anybody.

[rapha3liii]

Abigail, Emily & Haley! (part 1 of my bachelorette art!)

these are just my personal headcanons, mostly in line with my fic! the surnames are just ones I chose myself because I think these gals deserve a little more character :) Image descriptions and in-image text/captions are provided below!

Leah, Penny and Maru are next! (will get to the dudes eventually)

Abigail Mercer:

20 years old attending online university for Anthropology

tall compared to most villagers, even taller than her parents!

nose and bridge piercing done in Zuzu city

hearts drawn on with eyeliner

tattoo of thorned rose

Sam's old denim jacket, she cut the sleeves off with craft scissors

Amethyst gem-set sword commissioned from Marlon, her parents still haven't found it...

Silver bangle gifted from her mother

belly button piercing done by Emily in Sebastians basement, she definitely didn't get an infection from it-

sword tattoo inspired by the first sword she held

usually accompanied by her fathers retired leather satchel, holding her flute case and cool rocks she finds

her fishnets are the only thing shes ever bought from Joja Online and her dad is still mad about it

second hand doc-martins because her parents refused to spend that much on shoes (I don't blame em...)

Emily Larson

26 years old and the towns resident tailor

always wearing contacts!

average height

has helix, ear lobe and vertical eyebrow piercings

Always changing her hairstyle and colour, but blue seems to stick for longer than most!

She regularly attends ren-faires all over the republic

made this miniature cape for Zuzu ren-faire and hasn't stopped wearing it since...

hoop earrings and favourite lipstick given to her by her girlfriend, Sandy!

Wears lots of rings

obsessed with lantern sleeves!

always has her Nazar pendant on!

Acrylic nails are done by her younger sister, Haley!

exclusively wears gold jewellery

hand tailored dress and shirt

shoes are bought from a vintage clothes boutique in Grampleton

always wears her favourite ruffled petticoat under skirts

Haley Larson

18 years old and newly graduated from highschool, now a freelance photographer

shorter (and cuter!) than most

always wearing baby blue eyeshadow

shell necklace gifted to her by Alex, her best friend

cute face mole!

always wearing her grandma's bracelet

always using extra blush and face shimmer!

flowery blouse made by her sister, Emily

loves wearing mini-skirts, shorts and low-waist jeans!

regularly posts her landscape photography to her blog, and even won a local competition once!

her fav pleated skirt

loves swimming and paddleboarding in the sea by the beach!

despite graduating top of her class, she has little interest in academia - but loves art

really wants an ankle tattoo of a sea-shell!

cute strap heels she stole from her sisters wardrobe (Emily still hasn't realised yet)

[Image 1 ID: A digital drawing of Abigail from Stardew Valley holding a sword. She's smiling, with dark lipstick and purple eyeshadow, and has small hearts drawn on her cheeks in eyeliner. She has a bridge, nose and belly button piercing and blue eyes. She's wearing a sleeveless denim vest, with a black tank top underneath and black denim shorts with purple fishnets underneath. She has a tattoo of a rose on her upper right arm and another of a sword on her inner left calf. She has pointed black nails and two bangles on her right wrist. She has black platform boots and has a freckles all over her body. Her hair is a vibrant purple in waves reaching her lower back. In the upper left corner is her in-game sprite by 'ConcernedApe' and the artist's signature 'Rapha3liii' is in the lower right corner. /.End ID]

[Image 2 ID: A digital drawing of Emily from Stardew Valley pinching her dress in both hands in a bowing like gesture. The left side of her head is shaved while the right has straight, blue shoulder length hair. She has purple eyeshadow, pink lipstick and brown eyes. She also has gold helix piercings, a gold vertical eyebrow piercing and golden hoops in her lobes. She is smirking and looking to the right. She is wearing a layered red dress with a long pleated skirt. It has a white ruffled petticoat underneath. Under her red dress is a pink shirt with lantern style sleeves. She has a corset on over the dress with golden buttons and a miniature cape in dark red clasped to her shoulders. Two necklaces are hanging from under her shirt collar, one golden chain and the other a pendent of a 'Nazar'. She has long sharp purple acrylic nails and multiple rings on both of her hands. She is wearing dark red heels with button clasped straps. In the upper left corner is her in-game sprite by 'ConcernedApe' and the artist's signature 'Rapha3liii' is in the lower right corner. /.End ID]

[Image 3 ID: A digital drawing of Haley from Stardew Valley standing casually, smiling, with a tuft of her hair inbetween her fingers in one hand and blue eyes. She has golden blonde hair in waves just reaching her upper back. She has locks of hair over both of her shoulders. She has light blue eyeshadow and bright pink blush and lipstick, she also has a mole on her face just above her lips to the right. She is wearing a low crop blue blouse with short sleeves and a white lined flower pattern on it. She has pink nails and is wearing a necklace of a blue sea-shell with a golden chain and a bracelet with a golden chain and heart pendent. Her left arm is holding her hair while her right arm is crossed over her chest and resting on her other arm. She is wearing a pink pleated mini-skirt and blue heels with small straps around her ankles. In the upper left corner is her in-game sprite by 'ConcernedApe' and the artist's signature 'Rapha3liii' is in the lower right corner. /.End ID]

[Image 4 ID: A digital drawing with the three previously described characters all standing in a line. The order is Abigail to the left, Emily in the middle and Haley to the right. Each character has their in-game character sprite by 'ConcernedApe' on the upper left to them. The artist's signature 'Rapha3liii' is overlayed in three different places on the drawing. /. End ID]

This my first time ever writing image descriptions so please tell me how I did! I read some other blogs and advice prior to writing my own but I understand its likely I got some things wrong! Please let me know if I've formatted or written something in a way that makes the descriptions innacessible! Thankyou

[kirislovelygf]

i need a part two of that tsireya fic🥲they don’t end up together or anything but tsireya find out about y/n’s feelings for her

happy ending (tsireya x omaticayan fem! reader)

contents: fluff, happy ending, confessions, lo’ak being a nice brother, wlw relationship, kiss, ao’nung being a hood brother too

wrd count: 1.9k

a/n: UGGHH FINEEE i wanted this to be an angsty one part but ugh, i love ya’ll too much <3 here’s your happy ending !!

part one here !!

☽༓･*

tsireya’s pov:

i like lo’ak so much. he’s kind, funny, and handsome. he’s the best and only boyfriend i’ve ever had.

the only problem is my father doesn’t completely approve of him. he says he wants me to be happy but he scowls at lo’ak every time he sees us together.

i guess It’s okay. but i’m not as happy as i thought i’d be.

y/n hasn’t talked to me in days. it’s like she’s pretending i don’t exist.

and how can i be happy with lo’ak if i can’t be happy with my best friend?

it’s the morning, and about a week passed since lo’ak and i have officially started dating.

i wanted to talk to her because the ignoring and the avoidance was getting to be too much.

i care about my friends and i don’t like getting into arguments or.. whatever, situations like the one i’m in.

i walked to her marui where her family was cleaning up and getting ready for the day.

i didn’t spot y/n with her family and asked her parents where she was.

they said she went swimming a while ago and went to look for her on the beach.

i nodded and went to look for her.

after looking all over the beaches of the island and finding no one, i finally found her sitting on boulders with a girl i know.

i used to be jealous of her. not anymore.

the two girls laugh and the girl y/n was with threw her head back and gently flipped her gorgeous, perfectly curly hair back.

hmm, maybe I’m still a little jealous.

i went over to them and they heard the sand move under my feet because they both looked at me when i got closer.

“hi. where’s lo’ak?” y/n asked me, in a confused tone.

“lo’ak? uh, in his marui with your family. i actually wanted to talk to you.” i said.

the girl looks at y/n before hopping off the boulder. “i’ll give you both some privacy.”

she walks away and a part of me wishes she tripped in the sand but i quickly push that thought away after feeling guilty.

i wait for her to be away completely and walk over to y/n. she had her arms folded and looked sad.

“everything okay?” she asked me. i hopped up on the boulder next to her.

“no. not with us. why are you angry with me? did i so or say something to make you unhappy with me?” i asked her.

she shrugs her shoulders and looks everywhere but my eyes.

“no. it’s nothing. we’re fine.” she said simply.

“please, tell me. if i did something, i want to fix it.” i place my hand on her shoulder and she looks at it for a moment.

i take it off in fear of offending her or something. she sighed and looked up at me finally.

“i don’t like.. that you and lo’ak are together. at all.” she confessed.

“oh. okay. but why not?” i ask.

“he doesn’t deserve you. lo’ak is an idiot who doesn’t know how to be in a relationship.”

“hey-“

“and you don’t need that. you deserve someone who cares about your well-being. someone who lobes to just be there with you. i cannot bear to see you with lo’ak because he is not capable of either those things.” she continued.

she spewed all the reasons she had for me not to be with her brother as if she were holding them in all her life.

“well.. what do you expect me to do? stay single my entire life? are none of the boys on the island enough for you?”

“no, they’re not. none of the boys deserve to even be friends with you.” she said.

why did that make my heart face? why did that sentence make my cheeks heat up? why did my ears perk all the way up? what’s wrong with me?

“so i just stay by myself my entire life?”

“no, of course not. but..”

“but what? what are you not telling me?” i asked, exasperated. tired of all the feelings she’s hiding from me.

she hesitated for a moment while staring at me.

“i like you, tsireya.”

those words shook me. my eyes widened a bit and i stayed frozen in my spot.

“and when you told me you liked lo’ak, i was so angry with you both. even though it wasn’t really your fault.” she continued.

“i couldn’t bear seeing you together knowing how much i like you. i know you don’t like me and that’s okay. but that’s the reason i’ve been avoiding you.”

she sighs and we stare at each other for a moment before she swiped her hands under her eyes. she then picked herself up and hopped off the boulder.

i wanted to say something. to tell her to come back but i couldn’t move.

i sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest and held my legs while staring out onto the ocean.

i was stuck in my thoughts until later in the day. and my brother came to find me.

“hey.” he muttered as he walked over to me.

“hi.” i muttered back sadly.

he sighs and goes to sit next to me. “everyone’s looking for you. we were about to eat and they sent me to look for you.” he said.

“hm.”

“what happened?”

i sighed and lifted my head up to look at him.

“y/n.. just told me she likes me.” i said, flat out.

“oh! okay.” he was definitely surprised and he stuttered looking for something else to say.

“and uh.. what did you tell her?” he asked.

“nothing. i literally- i froze when she said that. i didn’t know what to say.” i said worriedly.

“okay, okay, calm down. it’s okay.” he pats my shoulder but i groaned in annoyance.

“no, it’s not okay. now i’m all confused.” i said to him.

“why? you don’t like her, so why are you freaking out?” he said.

.. ohhhh

“uhm..”

ao’nung looked at me suspiciously.

“you don’t like her. right?”

“maybe.. i think i do?” i winced.

“tsireya!”

i turn my body to face him, ready to explain myself to him, because this is a shock to him more than it is to me.

“i don’t know! i don’t think i ever liked girls until y/n came here! i just thought she was my best friend and that’s why i cared so much about her! but now i’m lo’ak and i don’t know what to do.” i said to him.

“okay.. so what will you do? you can’t just cheat on lo’ak to be with his sister. don’t you know the chaos that would cause?” he said.

“no, i don’t ao’nung.” he answered sarcastically.

he rolls his eyes at me. “alright, then. what will you do?”

i sighed again. i have absolutely no idea.

“i’m not sure if even like lo’ak all that much. and it’s not because of what y/n just told me.” i said to him.

“then what is it? i mean, don’t get me wrong. lo’ak’s super annoying but i thought you two were good together.” he added.

“i did too. but it’s like.. okay, every time we sold hug or kiss or hold hands-“

“ew, tsireya. i don't wanna hear about all that.” he groaned.

“hey! i don’t have any sisters to talk to about this. ask bear with it and listen.” i snapped.

“what about kiri-“

“shush! anyways, whenever we do, i feel nothing. no excitement, no happiness, just bored. but i have to smile so he doesn’t know that. it is like i am constantly faking.” i said.

he nods along with what i’m saying.

“but when i’m with y/n, it’s different. i look forward to spending time with her everyday. every time she touches me or even looks at me, i’m happy and i get excited. i just thought it was because i finally had an actual girl friend.” i said.

“oh yeah. you definitely like her.” ao’nung nodded.

“i haven’t even finished-“

“not even like. you love her.” he said.

“don’t be ridiculous! how can i love someone i’ve only known for a couple months?” i groaned.

“i don’t know but hats what it is with you.” he shrugged.

i sighed and turned to face the ocean again, ing my legs up to my chest. i rested my chin on my folder arms as ao’nung patted my shoulder softly.

“i think i have to break up with lo’ak. this isn’t fair to him.” i said softly.

“yeah, i think that’s the best option.”

“and then ask y/n out on a date.”

“yes, i think- wait, what?!”

i look up at him. “seriously? if my girlfriend broke up with me to be with my brother or sister, i would be furious.” he said.

“we’ll.. i like her and she likes me. so now what? we just wait until we have lo’ak’s blessing?”

“or until he dies.” he shrugged.

i raise my hand and slapped the back of his head. “ow!”

“don’t be stupid.” i grumbled.

“i’m serious.”

i pout and my chin falls on my arms again.

we went. A. Go the village and y/n hasn’t left my mind. i managed to get lo’ak alone and told him how i was feeling.

about y/n and about him and he was thankfully, very understanding. i know he was upset though.

and despite what ao’nung said, lo’ak told me to go for it and ask y/n out on a date. he even took me to his marui.

i asked y/n to take a walk with me on the beach with jake and neytiri’s permission first.

once they agreed, it was an awkward couple of minutes of us walking down the beach with small talk being made every couple seconds.

i finally gathered the courage to tell her how i was feeling.

“y/n.” i started.

she looks up at me and her eyes light up.

“i’m sorry for hurting you before.” i started.

“no. no, tsireya. that wasn’t your fault.”

“and i didn’t realize it until i talked to my brother but i realized uh..”

“yes?” she was now standing in front of me, her hands held neatly behind her back while I was fiddling with mines in front of me.

“uh.. i thought about it and i think i like you too. maybe. i’m not sure.” i shrugged.

“oh..” she nodded. how did i never notice how good she looked in this moonlight?

“and i broke up with lo’ak. and he even said it’s okay if we wanted go be together.” i said.

oh..

“of course, if that is what you want. because that’s what i want.” i told her.

she smiled softly and chuckled.

“yeah. i would like that.” she nodded.

i smiled brighter than i thought i would and quickly tried to stop in fear of looking crazy.

“okay! okay, uh great.” i laughed.

i wanted to kiss her or something and just as i was about to lean in, a horn sounded.

a horn to let us teenagers know it was time to go home.

y/n and i walked back to her marui and thankfully there wasn’t anyone around.

“would you like to spend time together tomorrow?” she asked bashfully.

“of course! i’d love to.” i nodded.

she smiled. she looked back into her marui for a moment before taking a step forward in front of me.

she looked up and kissed me quickly. even if it lasted for a second, i knew.

this is was different. so, so much more different than every time i kissed lo’ak.

or any other boy in my life.

she pulled away and smiled once more before walking into her home.

i squealed quietly before rushing home to tell ao’nung about everything that just happened.

☽༓･*

[cepheusgalaxy]

here are some cute portuguese words if you guys want to know

or maybe use as names

Água - water

Amante - lover

Amor - love

Amora - blackberry

Azul - blue

Bolo - cake

Bosque - a smaller forest, basically

Breu - true darkness

Castelo - castle

Celeste - related to the sky; also can be translated as "heavenly", since "Heaven" in portuguese would be sky (another option is "celestial" which is literally "heavenly")

Céu - sky, or maybe Heaven, depending on the context

Chá - tea

Coração - heart

Doce - sweet, or a candy

Dourado - golden

Erva - herb

Estrela - star

Fé - faith

Folha - leaf

Fogo - fire

Força - strenght

Fruta-do-bosque - berry, but literal translation? forest fruit

Hora - hour, or sometimes, time (like, que horas são?/what time it is?)

Joia - jewel

Lapis - pencil

Laranja - orange (both the fruit and the color)

Lindo (masculine) / Linda (feminine) / Linde (neutral) - beautiful

Lobo (masculine) / Loba (feminine) / Lobe (neutral) - wolf

Lua - moon

Luz - light

Mar - sea

Maravilha - wonder (like wonderful)

Marrom - brown

Mel - honey

Menina - girl

Menine - neutral equivalent for boy and girl

Menino - boy

Mirtilo - blueberry

Morango - strawberry

Negro (m) / Negra (f) / Negre (n) - dark

Ouro - gold

Palavra - word

Pão - bread

Praia - beach

Prata - silver

Primavera - spring

Preto - black

Raio - lightning

Rio - river

Rosa - pink (but also stands for rose)

Selva - jungle

Sol - sun

Sopro - breath

Suave - smooth/soft

Selvagem - wild

Terra - earth

Trovão - thunder

Uva - grape

Vento - wind

Verão - summer

Verde - green

Vermelho - red

Viajante - traveler

Viagem - travel

Vida - life

Inseto - bug

(below, there are some observations about my language and its gendered words, which we have a lot. feel free to ignore if it's not of your interest)

As you can see, most adjectives are gendered; like "brava" (femimine) and "bravo" (masculine) -- both meaning "angry/pissed off". Mostly, the letters "o" and "a" are used to define if a word is masculine or feminine, respectively, and there aren't neutral alternatives for them (few exeptions are adjectives like "inteligente [smart]" and "estudante [student]" or "forte [strong]" which are completely neutral, like the english ones). Then we have the official gendered pronouns of portuguese language, "ele (he)" and "ela (she)". Lately, though, people are agreeing on the inclusion of neutral alternatives, using the letter "e" in these gendered words, instead of "a" or "o"

Ex: Brave (neutral alternative for brava/bravo) - angry

Cuidadose (neutral alternative for cuidadoso/cuidadosa) - careful

Esperte (neutral alternative for esperto/esperta) - another word for "smart"

And as some masculine words use "e" instead of "o", (like "ele"), the neutral equivalent would use "u" (becoming "elu", the neutral pronoun in portuguese language, like the singular they in english).

Fun fact: The word "the" also is gendered in portuguese, being divided in "o" (masculine) and "a" (feminine): [a mulher era inteligente - the woman was smart] or [o homem era lindo - the man was beautiful]. The neutral equivalent of it would be "ê" (ê menine era divertido - the enby was funny).

Another fun fact: There is a thing in portuguese which we call "nominal concordance" (concordância nominal), which is basically that every word in the sentence has to agree in number and gender with the noun. In english, most of the words are naturally neutral, but not in portuguese. Basically, nominal concordance means that you can't put a masculine adjective to describe a feminine noun. And I don't mean just "woman", "girl" and words like that. Many things in portuguese, like normal objects, also are put like fem or masc, since we don't have the pronoun "it". "Door" would be a feminine noun. Just as "mug", "shirt" or "window". So we use feminine adjectives when refering to such objects. Ex: A porta estava aberta. (The door was open - pink are the feminine words. Door is already feminine.) - O portão estava aberto. (The gate was open - blue are the masculine words. Gate is already masculine.)

Yet another fun fact: When we are talking of a plural, and in that plural we have both masculine and feminine members, the masculine stands out (This is actually because the language is mysoginist but forget that for a minute). In english, you have "they", right? In portuguese, not. We have gendered plurals! The most dumbest thing in the word, actually. Eles - plural of "he". If you're talking about a bunch of man, instead of saying, "they", you say "eles". Elas - plural of "she". Talking about a bunch of woman, "elas". So, when we put a woman and a men (pronoun conforming) in a group and talk about them, we don't say, he and she, as we miss the "they". We say "eles", the masculine plural. Because the masculine stands out. That's the rule: if in a plural there's at least one masculine noun, no matter if there are 99 fems, the nominal concordance might be masculine.

One more fun fact: While the word "person" (pessoa) is technically feminine in portuguese, you can use it to refer to people of any gender/pronouns, since it's pretty neutral, after all. Even if you got to use feminine words with it because of nominal concordance.

One more: most colors, even when used as adjectives, don't have gendered variations. Like blue - azul. You can say that a man or a woman are blue (don't ask why) without having to change the word. Some exeptions are red (vermelho/vermelha) and purple (roxo/roxa).

[ladysternchen]

2024 fic roundup

(again, ridiculously late and thank you so much @chaos-of-the-abyss for tagging me) Total Words Published by the end of 2024: 118 363 words (says my AO3 stats, but I think they're counting this kinda funny)

Fandom: my one and only- Thee Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth. I don't think I'll ever change fandoms again, or at least I don't want to. I'm quite happy to keep my current obsession for the rest of my life

Highest Everything (kudos, hits, comments): - hits: Darkness Imperishable (which was a co-writing-project with @ilya-halfelven) at 1519 hits. Yet Were Its Making Good, For This was my own fic that got the most hits (696 hits)

-kudos: same (Darkness got 44, Yet Were Its Making 36)

-comments: Yet Were Its Making Good, For This got 99 comments (I did submit that work to a comment exchange, though, so that accounts for that number); without that exchange it would again be Darkness Imperishable with 36

New Things I Tried: I tried going for length this year (which I honestly always struggle with), and with my current WIP A Deed Unforgiven I went down the road of deconstructed fic for the first time (that still needs some practice/improvement).

Fic I Spent The Most Time On: definitely A Deed Unforgiven. I've been working on this the entire year and it's still work in progress.

Fic I Spent The Least Time On: LOL. That must have been The Light Of Love. I literally wrote that in one evening (you know, I realised that I have no headcanon about any Samhain:ish traditions in ME on the AFTERNOON of Halloween, so I made some up, made a post about it, then realised it needed a fic as well and wrote that fic the same evening). Even if I add the editing time (a few hours the day after to get rid of the worst typos and cringe-worthy passages), it easily makes the race.

Favourite Thing I Wrote: I think the Boat to Irmo's Realm. I just love it so much because I love the book that inspired it so much (which is a children's book by Austrian author Mira Lobe), and every time I read that to my kids, I now have to think of little Lúthien being a menace. 🤣

Apart from that, I'm currently editing/re-writing my heart-fic Don't Come Between The Wolf And Its Prey (I'm at chapter 6 rn and it's a LOT of work. That's one of the downsides of improving one's skills) and I just realised again how much I love that fic (or fics, because it's two stories in one). I will make a post about that story once I'm done editing (which will likely take the better part of this year), but this is my heart and soul, the idea that brought me back to writing in the first place and I just love it so so so so much. I really want to get it right this time, because that's my bedtime-story and I DON'T. WANT. TO. FIND. TYPOS. IN. THERE.

Favourite Thing I Read: uuhhh, I read many things I loved and I have many still in my bookmarks to read, but if I need to pick THE favourite thing, it was The Desolation of the Teleri by @cuarthol. That story did something to me that I still can't quite overcome, but in the very best way. I have that image of Olwë on the beach still in my head and it still makes me tear up.

Writing Goals For 2025: get better. Getting to a point where editing doesn't take soooo long. (yeah, I could do with a Beta-reader). Then work on all the ideas and plot-bunnies that roam my files (there are MAAAANY) and find a space for two Oneshots I've already written. But they need the right context, so I'm waiting for a fitting prompt or writing challenge.

Oh yeah, and memo to myself- stop being ashamed of what you write. You don't force people to read your work, you do it for free, you can write what you want. You can idolise your elf all you want, you can mourn him, you can write the same ducking thing 1 billion times! It's alright. Worst thing that can happen is, no one reads it. SO what? Cheating again, writing friends who want to share their 2024 round-up, please consider yourself tagged ❤️

[thetavolution]

for Paloma, Lamia, Vaira and Viktor

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

Thank you! I really appreciate you sending me all of these ❤️❤️❤️

Prompts here!

Paloma

💍 does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

She has her lobes and right eyebrow pierced. She's good with what she has for the time being. She might change her mind later.

💤 is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

She's a light sleeper. She generally has to get up early in the morning because her kids get up early. Sleeping in is a luxury for her.

🔱 can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

She can swim and she loves it! She doesn't get to go swimming often though.

💛 how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

She knows Common, Elvish, Undercommon, and Sylvan. I have toyed with the idea that one of her children may be deaf, which would mean she knows Common Sign Language.

💚 does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

She loves being outdoors whenever she can. The only time she prefers being indoors is when it's cold out.

Lamia

💍 does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

I actually forgot to give her piercings in-game. No idea how I overlooked that.

But if I could give her any piercings I wanted, she'd have several. She has piercings in her lobes, upper earlobe, and helix. She also has an industrial piercing in her left ear. Her tongue and belly button are pierced as well.

She's planning to get more in her forward helix, rook, and tragus.

💤 is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

She's a heavy sleeper and she's a night owl. She doesn't sleep for very long, but she does prefer to sleep in. She doesn't like getting up in the morning.

🔱 can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

She can swim. She does actually enjoy it a lot. She particularly loves going to the beach.

💛 how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

Along with Common, she speaks Draconic, Elvish, Thieves’ Cant, and Undercommon. If one of her niblings is deaf (still deciding), she'd also know Common Sign Language.

💚 does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

She generally prefers being indoors, but she doesn't mind being outside. She prefers warm, sunny days.

Vaira

💍 does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

She has two lobe piercings and two piercings in her helix (if that's what it is on a gith ear). She doesn't have any plans for more.

💤 is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

She's a light sleeper. She doesn't sleep long and she prefers to get up early. A lot of that comes from her training and needing to be ready at a moment's notice.

🔱 can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

Learning to swim was part of her training. Gith must be prepared for anything. She's not a big fan of swimming. She does like sitting by the water though.

💛 how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

Her native language is Gith, but she also speaks Common. Once she settles down with Gale, they both start to study various languages together. First, she teaches Gale how to speak Gith and read tir'su.

💚 does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

She doesn't really feel strongly about either, but she does need to go outside a little bit during the day. It de-regulates her otherwise.

Viktor

💍 does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

Both ear lobes and helixes are pierced. He also has eyebrow piercings in both eyebrows. He'll probably get more, but he doesn't have any plans about what he'll get.

💤 is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

He's a light sleeper and he struggles to sleep at night. He goes to bed late and rises early, only getting a few hours of sleep.

🔱 can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

He can swim and he enjoys the water. He just doesn't go swimming very often.

💛 how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

He speaks Common and Infernal. He's also learned some Goblin and Orc during his travels, but he's not fluent. Whenever he sees a reason to learn a new language, he'll study it.

💚 does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

He prefers being outside, roaming. He'll eventually feel safe enough to settle down again someday.

[sleepingwithinkink2-0]

"The Edge of My Mind"

I don't know which part of my brain I should start digging the pen into,

Which part to start my next science project..

My Frontal lobe,

The cerebellum,

Amygdala, parietal lobe, temporal lobe..

Every piece of my cranium,

Plays a part in this massacre,

How do begin to I explain the blood and ink,

That stains,

My porcelain structure..

How do you come out alive,

Intact.

I m a rational person.

And

Yet I can't fix the damage that's been dealt .

Can a person come back,

After spending so much time at the edge of his mind,

I've been staring into the abyss for days,

Weeks slipping by,

Like daisies left in the attic window withering away..

I haven't had the heart to turn the light off,

But,

I also haven't been home for months..

Some days the edge of my mind is a rigged cliff,

With only a lamp post,

Fending off the darkness,

Some days the edge of my mind is

A desolated beach,

The waves crashing into my shins,

Till their black and blue,

Feeling the pain makes me feel alive,

A reminder I m still awake..

Empty broken bottles,

Lay scattered across the sand,

Forgotten memories glittering in the dying sun..

I know when I finally leave this place,

That parts of me will remain behind,

Like the skin of a snake,

Shedding it's self..

fighting myself

A battle I m not sure that can be won..

Trying to understand ,

What's right and wrong,

My beliefs,

My loyalties.

My self worth,

Now has a price..

I was born, fractured..

My brain short circuiting,

Some days I feel everything,

Wanting to yell at everyone to fuck off,

Yet I understand,

The reason people do the things they do,

So I can't be mad,

Just sadness fills my pores,

Like toxic fumes ..

Some days I don't feel anything,

The car radio on silence..

My jaw locked tight

Somedays I see my younger self

At the edge of my mind,

We talk for hour,

Collect shards of glass,

Holding them up to the sun,

To watch the memories play out.

Some days we sit in silence,

Enjoying each other's company..

I m terrified I ll come out of this a monster,

And

Yet I know I won't allow myself,

To leave untilI i'm whole,

I know that our perspective,

Can change the out come,

That the brain can be condition,

Altered with substance,

Or

With enough pain,

We can change,

And

The pain I feel,

That I allowed inside this structure ,

Was it enough,

Will my wings rip from my back..

I try to capture myself on paper,

Like a painter capturing the essence,

Of his muse,

Stitching parts of my flesh into the fibers,

For you,

For someone to understand who I m,

Before I stop breathing..

To know that I tried,

That I fought to be myself,

In this swirling ball of choas,

That I can't be justified,

by these words,

I m more then the sum of these words,

Others devour and try to relate to.

There is pain in these words,

And

I m not just made of pain..

I see the beauty ,

The power of what a simply smile can portray

I hear the sonata of the rain,

A secret melody nature plays,

For those that listen..

I understand that it's ok to cry,

Happy tears and sad tears .

Nobody knows me,

They speculate,

Like a shooting star,

But darling,

You've been the closest ,

Laying parts of me in front of you,

Like a cat leaving a dead mouse on his owners doorstep

Arranging them into poetry,

Quotes and pictures,

For you dissect.

-Danny Sheehan

02/04/24

[mycharacterdump]

❀ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 ⋯ A CHARACTER STUDY !

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated , if i would feel better just slightly sedated . a feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it . i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it . picks me up , puts me down , a hundred times a day , it picks me up , puts me down , it chews me up , spits me out , picks me up , puts me down . i'm always running from something i push it back , but it keeps on coming - and being clever never got me very far , because it's all in my head and " you're too sensitive ", they said . i said, " okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital. "

BASIC INFORMATION ,

FULL NAME: stella snowdrop jensen.

NICKNAME(S): snowy , snow white , angel baby muffin. 

DATE OF BIRTH: january 31st , 2006.

ETHNICITY: caucasian.

GENDER: cis woman.

PRONOUNS: she / her.

ORIENTATION: questioning.

RELIGION: paganism.

MARITAL STATUS: single.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english + ( some ) tagalog + asl.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ,

FACE CLAIM: brooklyn rae silzer.

HAIR COLOUR/STYLE: naturally dark brown ; often given blonde highlights.

EYE COLOUR: hazel. 

HEIGHT: five foot two.

WEIGHT: 105 lbs.

BUILD: lean.

TATTOOS: hidden wave behind her left ear.

PIERCINGS: ears ; both lobes.

CLOTHING STYLE: beach bum ; loose - fitting shirts , colorful tank - tops / swimsuits , mesh athletic shorts , custom vans , butterfly clips.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: sun - kissed skin ; freckles decorating her shoulders and across her cheeks / bridge of nose.

HEALTH ,

AILMENTS: none.

MENTAL AILMENTS: none.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: high.

BODY TEMPERATURE: normal.

ADDICTIONS: none. 

DRUG USE: only vitamins. 

ALCOHOL USE: none. 

PERSONALITY ,

LABEL: the heart of the ocean.

JUNG TYPE: enfp.

POSITIVE TRAITS: adventurous , curious , freethinking , selfless , vivacious , resourceful , dreamy + whimsical.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: noncommittal , unpredictable , secretive , distractable , ritualistic , impulsive , erratic + indulgent.

HOBBIES: surfing , biking , geocaching , journaling , collecting shells.

QUIRKS: never empty-handed; always carries food and drink , resting face is still smiling , always has band aids inexplicably stuck on limbs , wears braces , tends to underdress , holds up a peace sign in every photo.

LIKES: her deities , the ocean + beach , visiting cape cod , surf culture , saltwater animals , creative makeup , summer vibes all the time , luke hemmings from 5sos , tiktok , being the youngest sibling.

DISLIKES: thunderstorms , the taste of alcohol , people that discredit paganism , when the sun sets at 4 pm , kanye west , being set - up on dates.

FAVOURITE ,

WEATHER: summertime.

COLOUR: turquoise. 

MUSIC: any 5 seconds of summer song.

MOVIES: the craft. 

BOOK: anne of green gables.

FLOWER: lantana.

SPORT: surfing / cycling. 

BEVERAGE: lychee milk tea. 

FOOD: balut.

FAMILY ,

FATHER: spencer jensen ( father , alive ).

MOTHER: rainbow wozniak - jensen ( mother , alive ).

SIBLING(S): maisie jensen , max jensen , mim jensen , honey jensen , india jensen, harrison jensen + sebastian jensen.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.

CHILDREN: none.

PET(S): six seahorses ; aether , calliope , iris , psyche , tyche + enyo.

FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: upper class.

EXTRAS ,

AESTHETICS: late night drives with friends , lazy sundays , new lush bath bombs , sand stuck to sun - kissed skin , puppy dog eyes , hands clasped in silent prayer , getting up early , tropical flower crowns , seashell necklaces ,  twirling around until dizzy , collecting offerings , believing in signs , always offering a helping hand , wetted down locks , the first summer of your youth , intricate braids , glazed lip gloss , eye gems / decor , courage dear heart.

THEME SONGS: free by florence + the machine ( main theme ) , ancient dreams in a modern land by marina , malibu by miley cyrus , good days by sza , my girl by the temptations , riptide by vance joy , pleaser by wallows , young dumb & broke by khalid , dancing queen by abba , crush culture by conan gray.

[mangardel]

hi! you write beautifully so i was wondering can you do a jeremiah fisher x reader where he just sorta re-assures an insecure reader? im having a rough day and would love to see you write it :)

Ma Belle Evangeline

Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x reader

Warnings: insecurities and comfort

The girls of Cousins Beach are so damn pretty. They were everything you thought you weren’t. They had hour glass figures, fair skin, and straight, well kept hair. They were the types of girls you see in movies as the main love interest. They were the types of girls that boys swooned over. And they were the reason you were crying, half naked in front of your mirror. They were the reason you were left wondering why Jeremiah flip-fucking Fisher was wasting his precious time with you.

Take Shayla for instance. Yeah. Shayla is ideal. Hour glass figure, fair skin, and straight, well kept hair. Not to mention her family was loaded. She was the definition of classy, the definition of perfect.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be so sure of yourself. So desirable. What it would feel like to not have to clutch your stomach every time you were crazy enough to work up the balls to put on a crop top or a bikini. What it would feel like to be considered one of the “pretty” girls. Or what it would feel like to not even have to worry if your boyfriend was fucking someone else behind your back because why would he when he’s got you. Exemplary.

But you would never feel that way and you would never be those girls so you crumbled yourself into a ball and wept in nothing but a bra and underwear.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah had a sixth sense when it came to you. His frontal lobe started to tingle. Dropping what he was doing, he dug through the couch cushions to find his phone. Calling his most recent number.

The opening melody of Good Days by SZA started playing from your phone. Shit. It was Jeremiah. You immediately knew. In a rush, you scrambled to your feet, wiped the tears from your face and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” The boy on the other line said. He sounded like a worried mother.

“Hey Jere.” You exclaimed. You were using your telemarketer voice, as you liked to call it. It made you sound…happy.

“Is everything ok?” Now why the hell was he asking you that?

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine. Why do you ask?” You let out a sniffle. Shit.

“Baby are you crying?” Well now that he knew he was going to go into mama bear mode meaning there was no point in lying anymore and yet you did it anyways.

“No, I’m fine.” Stupid.

“Y/n, I’m coming over. Just hold on, ok?” And with that he hung up. Shit shit shit. You scrambled to your feet to look out the window. He was already on his way. It was only at this time that you dreaded living two houses away from him.

You threw on a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you could find, made your hair look as presentable as you could and quickly grabbed a book off of your shelf to make it look like you were doing something else before. You jumped on your bed and propped your upper body up on the headboard, awaiting his arrival.

The front door was open seeing as you left it unlocked and there was only one car in the driveway indicating that you were home alone.

Hearing the door open and close and your boyfriend’s footsteps slowly becoming louder as he came closer and closer to your room made your heart race.

You took a deep breath, swearing that could taste the salt in the air from your tears. You gave your face one last good wipe and with that door flung open to reveal your (beyond perturbed) Jere bear.

Looking up from the book you weren’t really reading, you smiled at him. But no matter how hard you tried nothing could hide the melancholy atmosphere you had created in the time you spent cradled on the floor in front of your mirror. Nothing could hide the redness of your eyes and absolutely nothing could hide the way Jeremiah saw through you like a piece of glass.

He slowly made his way towards your bed as if he was trying not to startle you. He slipped his shoes off and slowly crawled into bed with you, tucking you both under the covers. He waited for you to turn and face him to talk but when your eyes met his, when you saw the way he looked at you with so much love and acceptance, you broke. The dam you had poorly built broke and your tears came falling once again.

The boy pulled you into his chest, stroking and kissing your head.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok my love, I’m here.” He would say in many different variations. His soothing soon brought your waterworks to a halt but you still couldn’t look at him. You continued to stare at the wet spot you had created on his wife beater and the lighter surrounding parts of it. Anywhere but his face.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, y’know?” He wasn’t expecting an answer, he was telling you more rather than asking you. He didn’t even try to look at your face. He just left you be and continued to let you dance your fingers across his chest.

“Do you ever wish I looked like someone else or was someone else?” Ripping the band-aid clean off. There was no way around it but through it.

“What? No. Where did you get that from?” This time Jeremiah pulled you away from his chest so he could look at your face. He wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“I don’t know,” you did know “I just…look at every other girl in Cousins and it’s just…I don’t know,” you said that already “you could have any girl you wanted and you’re with…me. I just don’t get it.”

The boy across from you kept eye contact with you the entire time. His face contorting into what seemed like a million different expressions throughout your confession, he was bemused to say the least.

“I mean sometimes I even think you’re with me out of pity or maybe it was a dare or a bet you made with Steven…I don’t know I just wish you could be with someone you actually deserve.” You finished. Well at least you thought you were finished. Honestly, you could go on about it all day but simply based off of the expression on your boyfriend’s face you knew he wouldn’t let you.

“First of all, I don’t know where the hell this is coming from but I like you because you aren’t like every other girl in Cousins. To be honest, they’re all carbon copies of each other, most of them are like barbie dolls with no personalities. Also if you’re inferring that your inferior to any of them because of your looks then you’re out of your goddamn mind. You’re the smartest, funniest, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met. Hell, sometimes I even question why you’re with me, y’know? I’d never trade you for any other guy or girl even if I had the chance to.” He disrupted his speech to give you a sweet peck on the lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous baby.” Another kiss. “I love you more than anything.”

Your cheeks hurt from the way you were smiling so damn much. God, you loved him. You smiled even harder as he pulled you into his chest again.

The day didn’t end there though. He wouldn’t let it. When you were ready Jeremiah spent the rest of the afternoon letting his tongue and two middle fingers (along with other…parts) show you how much he loved you and your body.

Taglist: @gillybear17

[keewriting]

Cove x MC - One Shot #4 (NSFW 18+ request)

[Read on google docs to insert your MC's name]

CONTENT WARNING: NSFW 18+, I wrote this with any kind of MC in mind, so hopefully it fits for you!

The sun was setting on another summer evening. You waded out of the ocean, intentionally a few steps behind Cove to admire the toned muscles on his tan back. He strode out of the water with ease and collapsed onto your colorful knit quilt. Sand clung to your feet as you emerged from the ocean to join him. Cove was on his back, elbows propping up his upper half. His head pointed towards the indigo sky. You paused in front of the blanket, considering how to lower yourself onto it without bringing the sand with you.

Aware of your presence, Cove raised his head and made eye contact with you. His soaked hair swept away from his face and his cheeks were still slightly pink from the sun exposure. His innocent gaze traveled down your body. You stood frozen, struck by the adoration in his ocean eyes. You noticed the color of his cheeks deepen and spread to his ears. His eyes darted away and he stuck out his bottom lip in a small pout.

Cove: How did I not notice that earlier?

You looked down at your own body quizzically, scanning for an abnormality. Oh, there it was. The anklet. You usually took it off before hitting the beach, but it must have slipped your mind earlier. You kicked your decorated foot towards Cove.

Y/N: Notice what? Notice this?

Cove closed his eyes and hummed, trying to hide his amusement. His reaction stirred excitement within you. Your voice was saccharine and dripping with ironic innocence.

Y/N: I swear I didn’t mean to wear it. I forgot to take it off earlier.

Cove: For some reason I don’t believe you.

You lowered your foot and crossed your arms over your chest. Cove peeked his eyes open, relief washing over his face.

Y/N: And I don’t believe that you’re not thrilled to see it on my ankle.

You had him there, and Cove knew it. He motioned for you to join him on the blanket. Your earlier struggle reemerged. Without thinking, you dropped your knees first, then flopped the rest of your body onto the quilt. You landed with an “oof” and Cove cackled at your lack of grace.

Cove: Y/N…

You propped your head onto your hands and kicked your feet upwards towards your rear. The anklet danced enticingly in Cove’s eyeline. This display more than made up for your clumsy blanket landing.

Y/N: Yes, Cove?

Cove decided he had nothing to say. He took your face in his hands and kissed you sensually. You returned the kiss, melting under the shock of his sudden forwardness.

You parted your lips hungrily. You felt the warmth of Cove’s tongue threaten to clash with yours. You thrust your tongue forward daringly. A low moan escaped Cove’s throat. He pushed the kiss deeper and flipped you onto your back.

The kiss broke apart. Cove stared into your eyes, causing your head to spin.

Cove: Can we go?

You nodded, quite aware of his intentions. Cove helped you up and grabbed a corner of the blanket in one hand while holding yours in the other. You walked in silence toward the Holden residence. As you grew closer, Cove’s pace slowed. The light was on inside the house. Mr. Holden was home, and awake. Cove’s tone was dejected and frustrated.

Cove: There is no way we can casually waltz into my room with dad home. No way.

You felt determined to make this happen. You looked over to your house, a beacon of hope. You knew your moms and Liz were home, but the light downstairs was off. You tugged Cove’s arm in the direction of your house.

Y/N: Let’s climb into my room through the window, Cove-style.

Cove: Uhhh, your family is home. Are you sure about this?

Y/N: We’ll be quiet. And the risk is a little exciting, isn’t it?

Cove hesitated, but followed your lead. The risk of detection was higher at your house, so you never got down with Cove in your room. The thought of getting frisky with Cove somewhere new made your blood pump faster. You walked in silent anticipation until you arrived at the scaffolding up to your window.

Y/N: You can drop the blanket there. Give me a boost?

Cove obliged without a word, obviously lost in his own head again. He supported your waist as you climbed. You grimaced and pried open the window slowly, trying to reduce the squeak of the hinges. You stealthily slipped inside and landed on your feet. When you turned around, Cove perched familiarly in the window with a nervous expression.

Y/N: Get in here and close the window.

Cove: Are you going to turn the light on?

You shook your head.

Y/N: Too risky, we’re relying on the romantic moonlight tonight.

Cove did his best to enter gracefully, his height and the darkness working against him. You held your breath until the boy was inside. He closed the window behind him and stood awkwardly in front of you.

Cove blushed, his features barely visible in the soft moonlight. You stepped toward him and tickled your finger under his chin, leading him to your bed. He followed, eyes glued to your inviting lips. You fell backwards onto your bed with a soft thwump. Cove leaned into you, inches away from a kiss, then paused.

Cove: Y/N, we aren't exactly prepared to do anything here, are we?

The vagueness of his wording wasn’t surprising. This wouldn’t be your first time going all the way with Cove, but he was still learning how to speak candidly about it. You squirmed away from Cove and reached into your bedside table drawer. Using one hand, you blindly felt around until you felt the familiar packaging. You produced the condom and presented it to Cove with a shining grin. His mouth fell open and his cheeks grew red.

Cove: Why do you have that? We never… do anything here…

His voice drifted off quietly.

Y/N: Call it wishful thinking.

Cove avoided your gaze, unsatisfied with your answer. You hooked your arms around his neck, the condom still poking between your index and middle finger. In this new position, Cove had to face you head on.

Y/N: I have a gorgeous boyfriend who is almost always half naked. It’s not absurd to be prepared.

Cove chuckled sheepishly at that response. He took the condom from your fingers and peeled one corner. He placed the half opened package on the edge of your bedside table for easy access when the time was right. Cove faced you again, ready to devote his undivided attention to you.

Cove: I have one more concern.

You raised one eyebrow, indicating you wanted Cove to continue. He hesitated, searching his mind for the right words to use. He caressed your cheek while he thought. Finally, he settled on something.

Cove: You’re uh— loud.

You felt your face burning up with embarrassment, but you couldn’t argue. You clenched your jaw, trying to think of a retort. Instead, a mischievous grin spread across your face. You grabbed the hand still caressing your cheek and guided his fingers to your lips.

Y/N: Why don’t you put these to use.

Your voice came out low and husky. That was enough to set off Cove. He lunged at your lips with his. The kiss felt intoxicating. You entangled your fingers in Cove’s damp seafoam locks. He ran his warm hands up and down your torso and chest. His right hand lingered for a moment on your hip, then traced down your leg. Lips still connected, he grabbed your adorned ankle and lifted it towards his shoulder.

Cove pulled back from the kiss. You almost didn’t recognize the passionate hunger in his eyes, but a familiarly pensive look crossed his flushed face. Calculating his next move was causing a bit of inner turmoil. You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The feeling traveled downward within you.

Cove loosened his grip on your ankle and turned his face to it. He gently pecked around the ankle with small kisses and bites. You shuddered at the sensation. You felt a heightened sense of vulnerability with your legs spread and exposed to Cove. He pressed his crotch forward into yours as he traced his tongue from your ankle up your leg. You felt his hardness twitch against your crotch. His tongue trailed and broke off before it reached your knee.

Cove lowered your leg and released it as he leaned in to kiss you again. His hands toyed with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms and you allowed him to remove them. Now completely naked, you wanted Cove on the same page. You curved your fingers into the hem of his swim trunks and helped lower them. He stood up to kick them off entirely. You scrambled to sit up straight, you wanted to use this opportunity to shift the position. Cove noticed your sudden movement and became concerned.

Cove: Is everything okay, Y/N?

You nodded coquettishly and beckoned for Cove with your finger. His erection grew as he scanned you with lust burgeoning within.

Y/N: Get back here, you.

Cove rested his knee on the bed and prepared to loom above you, but you shifted your weight and pinned him to the bed. His head landed on your pillow and his eyes widened. You situated yourself on top, straddling your legs on either side of him. The reality of the situation weighed down on his mind. There was nothing between your bodies.

Cove’s face was burning red, but he didn’t break eye contact. His unusual boldness only turned you on more. You pressed your body closer to his and teased your lips above his. His hands gripped your hips and threatened to move lower. You moved closer to his ear and spoke in a low whisper before running your tongue down his lobe.

Y/N: Go lower, I dare you.

Cove whimpered and allowed his hands to move onto your ass. He squeezed hard and spread your cheeks. Your body tingled and you managed to stifle a moan by biting your lip. He bucked his hips forward, grinding your crotches together. You ran your hands over his defined pecs and pinched his nipples.

You felt about ready to burst and could tell Cove was equally tantalized. He instinctively reached for the condom and removed it from the packaging. You sat back to allow him room to slip it on. Cove’s warm hands caressed your thighs and coaxed you forward.

You held his gaze as you lowered yourself onto his erect penis. His bright eyes widened, then closed as he felt you wrap around him. He parted his lips, allowing his next words to barely escape.

Cove: Y/N, fuck…

Curse words and Cove rarely mixed, but when they did you felt it in your bones. You stabilized yourself by resting your palms on Cove’s toned abdomen. Using this position for leverage, you lifted yourself, then came back down. Cove’s eyes shut tight and his lip quivered. You gradually increased the pace, keeping an eye on Cove’s reaction.

Cove's eyes lidded heavily, his mouth agape with small gasps. You felt the warmth of his hands crawling up your torso and across your chest. One hand remained groping your chest while the other moved upward to caress your face. He took one of your nipples between his fingers and pinched. You couldn’t contain the pleasured moan that escaped from your mouth.

Cove furrowed his brows and huffed. He continued working your nipple, but his other hand drew closer to your mouth. His thumb traced the outline of your lips. He eyed you carefully, anticipating your next move. You parted your lips and used your tongue to tease Cove’s thumb into your mouth. Testing the waters, he pinched your nipple harder. You bit down gently on the tip of his thumb and moaned. The sound was sufficiently stifled by Cove’s thumb.

Suddenly, he pulled back and held your hips firmly in place.

Y/N: Cove?

Cove controlled his breathing, but his flushed face betrayed his true feelings. Flustered and teetering on the edge, he whispered.

Cove: Could you lie on your back?

You eased off of him and scooted backwards. Cove sat up and pushed you flat against the bed. He aligned himself in front of you and hiked your legs upward to hang your legs on each of his shoulders. One hand twirled your anklet while the other anchored onto your hip bone.

Cove inserted himself into you again, exhaling a low rumbling groan. He began thrusting, gently but firmly. Your body felt hot. Your skin was throbbing with passion and damp with sweat. You wanted more.

Y/N: Cove— hhhf. Haa— harder.

Your thirst imbued Cove with confidence. He leaned forward to kiss you, still draped by your legs. You spread your arms above your head and gripped the mattress, bracing yourself. He dug his hands into your hair and pulled.

His thrusts became more powerful and deliberate. You moaned deeply into his mouth. The new position created a tightness around Cove’s dick that drove him mad. He began to fondle you externally to match your climax to his.

You peered through your hazy vision into Cove’s focused expression. Your eyes met in a moment of passion and bliss, sending each other over the edge.

Cove: Y/N— I’m, fuck… Are you—

You felt the familiar throbbing of Cove finishing within you, which fueled your own climax. Cove’s mouth was on yours before you could cry out, muffling your inevitable moan. Your body shuddered with waves of electric pleasure.

Cove separated himself from you and pulled out. He flopped onto the bed next to you, hand resting on his pounding chest. You nuzzled into him, embracing the heat and dampness of his skin.

Y/N: So that was amazing.

Coming down from the high of orgasm, Cove fell into thought. You propped yourself on one elbow to analyze his expression. His eyes were half-lidded and watery. The trademark blush was exactly where it belonged. The gentle smile on his lips parted to speak.

Cove: I love you, Y/N. I think about that a lot. You know that. But moments like this make me feel so much closer to you.

He paused to gauge your reaction. You nodded to let him continue.

Cove: You’re incredibly special, and I’m so lucky that you were⁠— er, are patient with me. And that’s all I have to say on the matter...

Cove became aware of his words and grew quieter. You chuckled at his sudden self-consciousness.

Y/N: My big softie. I love you, Cove.

Cove’s eyes crinkled adorably with his grin. He wrapped you in a big hug and brought your head to his chest. You listened to his rhythmic heartbeat while he stroked your hair. The anklet-driven evening came to a satisfying end.

[queeniecook]

March 13

Other than Joey seeing James and his mystery woman in Newcrest, there hasn’t been any sight of the woman or any news on her. Lilith and Jackson searched Newcrest while Caleb searched Midnight Hollow yesterday. I spent the day with Dakota, Jillian and Joey in Brindleton Bay. Despite the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that something is coming, I enjoyed my time with my friends. It looks to me that Dakota and Jillian are growing closer. I really do hope Dakota finds someone who loves him the way he deserves.

“I look like a beached whale.” I told Caleb earlier. A lot of my clothes no longer fit me right. I knew it was coming but experiencing it is another thing but it’s for a wonderful cause.

“Nonsense. I see the most stunning creature on earth carrying our child.” Caleb comments, looking me over and stopping his eyes on my stomach. His gaze told me that he meant his words. I smiled on the verge of tears.

Caleb leaned forward and grabbed my wrists gently, pulling me towards him and the bed. “I want to ravage you, tesoro.”

“Caleb…” I started, of course he’s stronger than me and I ended up in his lap. He was careful with me, given my current condition.

I gasped in surprise and grabbed his hand. “The baby is kicking.” I told him, moving his hands around a little to get them into the right spot.

I had never seen that look of wonder and happiness on Caleb’s face before, not in the entire time I’ve known him. The baby has moved before, even kicked lightly. But this time he or she has really kicked up a storm. It almost hurt but the look on Caleb’s face was worth it.

“Daddy loves you.” I heard Caleb whisper to my stomach before placing a kiss on it while also running his hand up my leg inside my pajama shorts. Caleb is a multitasker at heart. Still, the moment was incredibly sweet. I can’t wait to watch Caleb meet our child for the first time.

“And I love Mommy too.” Caleb whispered, pulling me closer to him and kissing my chest before moving onto my neck. I rubbed my stomach while Caleb continued his path up to my ear lobe.

[moonlitdesertdreams]

Excuse Me?

Summary: You and Loki get a bit carried away while sightseeing on vacation

A/N: Hey guys! I've been browsing some random story prompts lately just on Google, and one of the ones I found and spoke to me was "Set your story on (or in) a winding river" (reedyprompts blog.com). This is a little different than a river, but I enjoyed writing it. If you want a visual of the landscape described, I'll link pictures here and here.

Tags: Loki x Reader, Loki, Loki imagine, Loki Series, Alternate Universe, Happy Universe, Avenger!Reader

WARNINGS: suggested sexual content but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1668

“It’s gorgeous.”

“Mediocre at best.”

“You’re mediocre.”

Loki’s eyelid twitched when you returned his snark.

The blue eye nearest to you was cracked open, sharp and focused on your face. It was a harsh contrast to the rest of his relaxed form resting in a hilariously low beach chair, long legs stretched in front of him. You were settled on a blanket, cross-legged and happily munching on a sandwich from the hole in the wall deli you had passed on your way out.

In front of you both was a gurgling water fall that sent a comfortable humidity into the warm air. While it was only a few metres high, the water rushed over the edge and provided the perfect white noise for you to relax and enjoy lunch. The pool below was crystal clear with minnows swimming back and forth to their heart’s content. Your perch was a wide, flat stone at the edge of said pool, whose surface had been weathered by the flow of water long ago.

You were adamant that a break from the team and missions was necessary every now and again. Loki, for one, couldn’t agree more and jumped at the opportunity to get away. So, Bucky was kind enough to fly the pair of you from upstate to D.C., where you rented a car- with Tony’s black card, of course- and drove into Appalachia.

While the peace of the mountains and river was exactly what you were searching for, Loki spent much of the time comparing the ‘Midgardian’ sights to those of Asgard.

“Don’t give me that side-eye.” You reached over and covered his eyes, receiving a smack to the knuckles.

In the process, you successfully dumped mayo from your sandwich to your blanket, at which the God wrinkled his nose.

“Remember who you’re talking to, my dear.” Loki’s words would have been a threat to any other Avenger, but to you they were a mere tease.

“Yeah you’re real terrifying.” You chirped, “especially in that outfit.”

Loki looked down, lowering the aviators that were perched on his aristocratic nasal bone. “Now you make fun of my dress. Remind me again why I agreed to this nonsense?”

You surveyed Loki’s clothes, from the rather tight black jeans to the gray t-shirt bearing a small Avengers logo on the left breast. You were fairly sure he stole the shirt from the compound gym, and you knew he thieved the aviators from Tony’s admittedly excessive collection.

“Because you’re madly in love with me and we both needed a break?” You suggested, throwing a leg over Loki’s thighs and sliding onto his lap.

He hummed, hiking up on the chair so he was able to kiss against your exposed collarbone. “Not sure about madly. Stupidly, perhaps.”

You lifted your sunglasses and pointed a finger at his face, leaving no room for movement. “Watch it. I’ll throw you in.”

Loki, ever the one to push limits, poked a finger back at you. He tapped your chin and followed it with a soft flick to your nose. “Darling, if I go in, you’re coming with me.”

A giggle fought its way into your throat, but you choked it down to continue the banter. You leaned into the shell of his ear, pressing a kiss to the lobe in the process. The shudder that wracked his body was worth all the work.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Loki.” You breathed, “I love to be wet.”

It took no time for you to sense the arousal growing, but you refrained from enjoying it just yet. Where Loki was concerned, arousal and mischief went hand-in-hand. Whether it be magicking your clothes off before you were completely in your bedroom, turning your underwear into licorice or creating a duplicate to tease you before disappearing, things were never as they seemed.

Not right away, at least.

“Do not jest, woman. You are far too prude to carry through with your insinuations in a public location.”

On a normal day, Loki would be one-hundred percent correct. You were far too nervous to consider sex- or anything that might involve the removal of clothing- in a public place. Hell, you held your bladder on a ten-mile hike the previous day because you refused to pee in the forest, even with an invisibility enchantment on you.

However, the secluded falls combined with the two White Claws you downed had you far more relaxed than normal. That, and you really did not want Loki to have the satisfaction of being right.

“Fine.”

You stood from Loki’s lap, being sure to ‘accidentally’ palm him as you did so. The God swallowed, watching you from behind mirrored lenses. To be dramatic, you turned away from him and huffed loudly before beginning to shuck off your crew neck. Quickly following was your t-shirt and shorts, making a puddle of colorful fabric on the rocks.

“And just what are you doing?” Loki had set his book aside and was now sitting upright in the chair, enjoying the stripping but keeping hands to himself.

You shrugged, reaching around for the bra clasp that he hated so much. “I told you. I love to be wet.”

Loki drew to his feet as you tugged at your underwear, sending a final glance around the area to ensure solitude. Your only witnesses were the soon-to-be traumatized fish and the glaring southern sun.

But just as the God reached for your hip, you launched yourself from the rock into the depths below. The water was cool, rushing over your naked body and washing away any remaining self-doubt. You stayed beneath the surface for a moment, raking your fingers through your hair to push it back before returning.

Loki was standing gob smacked on the side of the rock when you resurfaced. One brow was lifted in a silent challenge, and his arms were crossed over the Avengers t-shirt.

“You did that to prove me wrong.”

You snorted. “I know how much it hurts your feelings, Lokes, I apologize.”

He seemed to make a decision then, removing the sunglasses and tossing them back onto the chair. Before you could prompt him to answer a question, his hands reached for the hem of his shirt.

It was then you realized you were in for it.

“No matter.” He tossed the shirt onto your pile of clothes and began working on the button to his jeans. “We swam nude on Asgard rather frequently in our youth. Not to mention the bath houses.”

Your brain was more focused on Loki’s bared body than anything else and failed to register how close he was to jumping in when he made the leap. You squealed, pushing off the bottom to swim away. His dive was, of course, perfect.

You made it approximately three feet when a hand latched onto your ankle and yanked until you were trapped against pale skin and inhuman muscle. Too often you forgot just how strong Loki was. Regardless, you continued to play, wrestling against his body.

“You really think you’ll escape?”

You managed to get an arm around the back of his neck and use a nearby rock to push off, launching yourself- rather slowly because you weren’t considering the four feet of water around you- onto his shoulders.

All credit to Natasha for that trick, as you would not have mastered it if it weren’t for days of repeated training.

“Who says I want to?” You leaned down towards his ear, only to be sent spiraling back into the water when he abruptly dunked both of you to gain the upper hand.

Too quickly for your human brain, Loki had dragged you from underwater and pinned your arms to the rock beside the waterfall; your hands were locked above your head and your chest heaving just below the water’s surface. You could barely distinguish the sound of the babbling water from the blood rushing in your ears. It only grew louder when Loki crashed his lips to yours, tongue tracing patterns into your bottom lip and teeth grazing your mouth.

You moaned when his thigh slid between your legs, nudging them apart until he met your core. You ground against the limb, eliciting a hungry sigh from the God of Mischief. He paused to look at you, raven hair wet and pushed back from his face as it curled around his ears. You were sure your face was flushed and your lips were swollen, all while your lower abdomen throbbed with desire.

“Loki…” You moaned as he attached his lips to your neck, licking away droplets of water and following them to your mouth.

“Excuse me?”

Loki spun around at the sound of a woman’s voice, one hand reaching behind him to cover you. You pressed against his back, worst fear realized as you watched the female park ranger move to the spot you’d been sitting minutes earlier.

“Hello.” Loki began. “We were just-”

The park ranger, who looked to be in her mid-fifties, held out a hand. “Oh hell no. Don’t tell me. Just- not here.”

You couldn’t help the strangled laugh that escaped your mouth as Loki opened and closed his like a fish. “Apologies, madam.”

“Yeah whatever, King Henry. Just do me a favor and get outta here before the families come in for the afternoon.” With that she turned to walk away, but paused halfway to the trail. “Next time it’s a public indecency charge.”

You gripped Loki’s shoulders as he turned. “That poor woman.”

Loki only furrowed his brow. “I have a fantastic physique, she should be impressed.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh whatever, King Henry,” you mimicked her poking fun at his accent, “Let’s go before we traumatize any children.”

“Who is Henry, and why is he king?”

Your palm flew to your forehead again. “An old historical figure that used to be the King of England.”

“So she understands where I truly belong.” Loki nodded. “It’s very apparent.”

“Whatever you say, Loki. Whatever you say.”

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