#i keep just thinking about like. the constant question of how much gods care and how much agency they have

[crimeronan]

i think there's something really beautiful about carpenter distancing herself from the trawler man every chance she gets and still getting showered by miracles while faulker, oh he of strong convictions, gets to bring the miracle of the trawler man to everyone around him but never quite gets to ascend to glory himself. i just love that they're both perfectly poised to stare at each other and each think "your goals are backwards and your methodology is dumb and possibly sacrilegious" and then still end up as something close to friends

also let's talk about how, despite these dynamics, at the end of the day, the trawler man is really just trying to give each of them what they want from him.

MMM YEAH. carpenter being beloved by multiple gods despite being such an ornery bitch who wants NOTHING to do with their sacrificial bullshit..... it really gets me. as does faulkner's ongoing crisis of faith and spiral into Faithless Cult Leader (TM). SO GOOD.

perhaps only tangentially related, but.

i've been thinking a lot about faulkner killing roemont lately. i was surprised that roemont's death ended up Breaking My Fucking Heart -- a real testament to his voice actor!! the whole pathetic old man losing everything he's worked for really.... Got To Me. ough. "don't you recognize me?" OUGH.

but i've been thinking about it in the context of faulkner's crisis of faith, too. because like. faulkner Knows that roemont is faithful. he considers roemont a heretic for trying to legalize the worship of the trawler-man, but it's like....

i feel like. killing roemont was a test of the trawler-man that faulkner devised on purpose. because if roemont dies due to the prayer marks that faulkner scrawled, then there are two possibilities:

1. the trawler-man really IS furious that the high katabasians want to legitimize the faith; the trawler-man really IS on faulkner's side; this schism really IS necessary to keep the faith "pure," and faulkner has never done anything wrong;

OR

2. the trawler-man really IS nothing but a mouth. this isn't a god with a plan or with sentience or with feelings, this is just a living river that chews things up and spits them out, and it doesn't care for its followers at all. and if that's the case, then faulkner is betraying nothing by being a faithless cult leader lying repeatedly to his people.

faulkner is devastatingly clever and constantly being underestimated. but he's also completely alone in the world. and he's Desperate for any sign that the choices he's making are the right ones. and he can't find that sign in anybody close to him, because he keeps destroying the lives of those close to him. so he has to devise his own trials....

hrugh. my boy. my boy my boy my boy.

[kisssukuna33]

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always have you over at his house the night before an important match. It helps with the stress he says.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always put on a TV show before you two settle into the couch for cuddles. Usually the cuddling session is a mix of him relaxing against you as you ask him questions about the match tomorrow.

"You packed an extra pair of shorts this time right? Remember what happened last time"

"yeah I did"

"Did you iron the clothes?"

"Uraume took care of it"

"That new protein shake your nutritionist recommended, Did you take it?"

"Already did"

"What about snacks during the game tomorrow? did Uraume-

"oh my god baby relax, it's all taken care of"

He says in somewhat of an annoyed tone as he pulls you even closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you. But deep down he loves it when you are concerned about him like this.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who insists that having a good time before the match tomorrow isn't a problem to him but you reject the offer firmly because you know how Sukuna gets whenever you two started something.

It always ends up dragging for hours so no, your bf needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who pouts slightly when you say no to him but decides to settle with the short make out session instead, better than nothing he thinks.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who teasingly steals few touches from your sensitive areas, clearly trying to rile you up but stops after seeing the glare you gave him.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who never seems to be the type to get much nervous before matches. Because of his Overconfidence? His never ending Ego? maybe. But his ability to stand strong in situations like this always makes your heart flutter.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always makes sure you get the best VIP seat to his match, You always need to be in the front lines where he can see you from clearly when he beat up his opponent back to his ancestors.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always find a way to bring you up in the Media press. Sukuna is widely known by the audience for being a down bad "simp" for his girlfriend as well as a complete disaster for his opponents.

"Mr Ryomen, Do you know there's a whole talk in the internet about you being a simp for your girlfriend? What do you have to say to people who spread things like that?"

"Keep spreading the truth I guess. The internet definitely needs it more"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who hurries back to his changing room and jumps straight into your arms. Despite your constant nagging for him to get patched up first.

"Baby did you saw the jab-cross I threw before he hit the ground?"

"Yeah it was Amazing Ryo!"

"I did good than the last match, didn't I?"

"Yeah you always do"

"Then I deserve way more than that cheap kiss you gave me earlier don't I?"

"Get patched up first you freak, Uraume's waiting"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who lets you both into his house as he holds your waist with one arm. He let go of your waist as he makes his way for the bathroom while murmuring something about showering first.

As he started to shower you turn on the tv with the intention of seeing the live match you saw today in the digital screen. And it immediately cuts to a interview Sukuna did just right after winning.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who seems enthusiastic as ever talking to the reporters about the match he finished and the opponent he defeated. Not long after he adds a little appreciation from his part.

"My manager Uraume helped me with a lot of stuff so I truly appreciate them. Also my girlfriend stayed up beside me every night when I practiced and supported me in everything, this win is hers as much as it is mine."

"if you're watching this I love you baby"

A warm feeling start to take over your chest as you hear his words. The man who's appreciated and idolized by millions saying these things so casually to you, you still can't get your mind around it.

Then the reporter use his luck to ask a risky question one more time.

"it's look like you two have a great relationship together, what do you think about marriage Mr Ryomen?"

To that question Sukuna doesn't respond but instead returns a well knowing little grin as he waves off the interview.

"Tch why did they ruin the moment by asking that, now it looks like he doesn't want to marry me" you said to yourself.

Just as you were about to leave to the kitchen to grab a snack, something shining inside the closet that Sukuna forgot to shut earlier catches your eyes.

Hidden by the cloth piles it was a little jewelry box that had familiar initials on top of it.

It was none other than yours and Sukuna's.

Wait..

No that can't be, Yeah maybe this is the earrings he wanted to give you before.

But much to your surprise the box opened up to reveal a gorgeous wedding ring. A big diamond you sure costed atleast 5 six figures alone sitting on top of it. Inside the ring you and Sukuna's initials were carved into it making it seem even more special to your eyes.

Your heart is jumping from excitement and happiness, everything about your life is starting to get better and better and you can't help but thank Sukuna for it.

You don't want to ruin the surprise he planned for you of course. So you put the box back to it's place and sit on the bed till he's done showering patiently but the stupid smile you had since earlier didn't left your face for once.

"Alright I'm done showering let's slee- what's with you?"

"What's with me? nothing Ryo"

"You're are smiling very creepily woman"

"Ryo that's mean! My smile is not creepy!"

"Yeah whatever come here, freak"

Sukuna says as he drags you closer to his side of the bed while turning off the bedside lamp at the same time. Your bodies intertwine with each other like it was always meant to be. Sukuna's hands wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

"Ryo?"

"hmm"

"I love you"

You can feel a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you too princess, more than anything"

Boxing Kuna is my favorite <33

No grammar checks though sorry :/

[entitled-fangirl]

I love hearing about your day.

Felix Catton x reader

SMUT

Summary: Felix and the reader enjoy some time together in the bath as she tells him about her day. Or... tries to.

Words: 1,064

Warnings: Smut, fingering, teasing, overstimulating, cursing

Masterlist

18+ PLEASE

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Felix lay in the bath, his body entirely relaxed. His head laid back, resting on the rim of the tub. It had been a long day.

His girlfriend opened the door with a loud creak. She rested against the doorframe, simply watching him with an admiral look in her eye. How could she not? Felix was beautiful. His body, his eyes, his soul- all the definition of beautiful.

His head turned to look at her, a smirk pulling at his lips lazily. “Care to join me, angel?”

It was her turn to smile now. What a ridiculous question. He could ask anything of her and without question she’d do it. 

She took small steps towards the tub, kneeling in front of it. “D’You think it’s big enough for both of us?”

He moved his head back against the tub, looking at the ceiling. “One way to find out.”

She let out a small laugh before she stood, slowly stripping herself of her clothes. He turned his head, watching with a soft gaze. How he adored her, too.

He held out a hand, which she graciously took, helping her into the bath. He maneuvered her body to where her back rested against his strong chest.

A deep sigh escaped her lips at the feeling of the warm water and his warm embrace.

He smiled, moving his head down to kiss her shoulder gently. His lips trailed up her neck. Her whole body shuddered as he placed a kiss behind her ear.

She felt his smile against her neck as he began to speak, “Tell me about your day, angel.”

She shifted. “Well, you were there for most of it.”

He kissed her shoulder again, his left hand moving to hold the side of her thigh. “Don’t care. I wanna know.”

She nods, focusing on her words, “I, I uh… woke up with you. Breakfast. Then I went back to our room to change. Terribly hard to pick which bikini to wear…”

He hums softly against her neck to show he’s listening. His right hand trailing down from her bicep to her hip.

She took this as a cue to keep going, “I picked the red one. It’s my favorite. I like the way the bottoms fit. And then met back with you at the pond, of course…”

His hand continued trailing down to her upper thigh, her breathing starting to quicken on instinct.

“…I worried so much about what I was to wear and I didn’t even swim. But I still think I-,” her voice trailed off in a quick breath in as Felix’s hand now rested over her core.

His lips neared her ear in a whisper, “Keep going.”

She took a deep breath, her jaw clenched. “After that, I spend my time in the library reading…”

He kissed her ear, his middle finger gently touching her slit. “What did you read? Tell me.”

“I was… I was reading.. I read…” her train of thought was gone.

He continued to tease her. “What, angel? Something wrong? I just want to hear about your day.”

She mouth closed as she let out a hum. “I was reading ’Pride and Prejudice.’”

He took that as an answer. “Never read it. Tell me.”

She knew he didn’t care about the plot. He just wanted to see her fall apart. But she didn’t care either. Anything to get him to touch her. “It’s, uh, a love story…”

“Mm-hmm. And?” His middle finger moved up and down at a constant pace, waiting for the moment to strike.

God, he was insufferable with his teasing. “The woman is poor and the man is… rich, but he has a temper about… about him… he’s… quite…quite brooding…”

He lets a soft breath out. “And they fall in love?”

Her right hand gently grips his wrist as he continues to toy with her. “Yes, they-, “ her words gone as a moan left her mouth, his finger now inside her. 

He chuckles softly at her reaction, “Don’t stop, angel. I want to hear what happens.”

His finger starts to pump in and out of her as her grip on his wrist becomes iron. Her other hand reaches up to grip the side of the bathtub.

“There’s a… a ball they attend.. and…and… God, Felix…,” she whines, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder.

“Fuck, angel,” he teased, “You don’t even know what it’s about?”

“I do. I do. I just…” 

“Just what?”

“I can’t… I can’t breath when.. when I’m around you…”

His movements stop. The only sound heard in the bathroom is her soft pants as she tries to catch her breath again. “Fuck, Felix,” she pants under her breath. She can practically feel the smile he has on his face. 

“I love hearing about your day.”

And he pushes in two fingers.

She falls apart, a whine coming from her throat at the feeling. Her body rests against his chest for support. They both know she wouldn’t be able to support herself even if she tried at this point.

He continues it for her, his voice in her ear, as he moves his fingers back and forth into her. “They go to a ball. They dance together. She realizes he’s not a bad guy, and he realizes there’s nothing wrong with her. Does that sound right, angel?”

She can’t speak. Her whines and moans are all he gets from her as his digits move at a constant speed. He chuckles, “Need me to stop, love?”

Her grip tightens on his wrist. “Please… Please, Felix.. don’t… ung… don’t stop…,” she moans, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls. 

“Alright. Anything for you.” His thumb reaches up to rub small circles on her clit.

She can’t handle it anymore. Tears spring to her eyes, her grip on him turning her knuckles white. Her back arches. “I can’t…” 

She’s overstimulated, and Felix grins at it. He places kisses on her neck and shoulders again gently, “Let go then, angel. I’ve got you. Just let go.”

Her orgasm comes with a small cry from her, his thumb continues to move on her clit to prolong the feeling. She pants hard, her chest expanding with every breath. After a few moments, her body falls limp against his again, exhausted. 

He chuckles, kissing the top of her head, “I love hearing about your day.”

[moeitsu]

Logan Howlett (Wolverine) Headcanons -`♡´-

This is my first time making head canons, and I wanted to keep them sweet and endearing since our boy has been through too much in his very-very long life. As someone who's read a majority of the X-Men comics, I hope you find these true to his character! Enjoy :)

(I got so carried away with this)

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Logan may not say "I love you" often, but he shows it through small, constant touches—a hand on the back, a gentle squeeze of the shoulder, or simply holding hands.

Not a fan of explicit PDA, but will always touch you/stay close in public.

Tough exterior, but when it comes to his partner, he’s an overprotective softie. He’ll insist on walking them home, even if they can take care of themselves.

He can be extremely chivalrous too, always holding open the door for you.

Expresses his love through acts of service. He’ll fix things around the house without being asked, make breakfast before his partner wakes up, or leave a steaming cup of coffee on the counter with a note.

He's always leaving you little love notes if when leaves the house before you or knows he won't be home till late.

Though he pretends to hate it, Logan is a sucker for slow dancing in the kitchen at night, especially if it’s to an old blues or country song.

Any excuse to hold you close to him.

Logan values trust more than anything. Given how many times he’s been betrayed or manipulated, knowing someone trusts him, and that he can trust them in return, is what makes him feel truly loved and secure.

When sharing a bed, Logan always sleeps closest to the door—just in case someone comes through it. It’s a subconscious protective habit.

Always gets better rest with he's sleeping with his partner. The nightmares become less frequent when he's in their arms.

Heaven on earth is when you fall asleep on top of him. Your weight is extremely comforting.

He is incredibly careful with his strength, especially in intimate moments. He’s always conscious of not hurting his partner, and his gentleness with you is something he prides himself on.

I think it would take some convincing for him to be a rough with you. He's a dominant lover for sure, but he doesn't take pleasure in harming his partner.

Logan is an old soul and loves traditional romantic gestures—writing letters, giving flowers, and going for long walks. He may not be vocal about it, but his sincerity shines through.

Actually writes really beautiful poetry but NOBODY will ever read it. The words will die with him...if he ever dies.

God, I just know he is a secret romantic. This is so canon to me.

Tends to murmur endearments in his partner’s ear when they’re alone, things like "darlin’" or "sweetheart," in a tone so low and rough it gives them goosebumps.

Heavy on whispered praises in bed, so low its like he's speaking directly into your mind.

Never, ever forgets a birthday or an anniversary. This goes for all his friends.

Logan is the person everyone goes to when they need to spill their secrets. He never judges, just listens, and gives advice when it’s needed. His friends know their secrets are safe with him.

He's secretly a huge gossip and loves to hear about the young mutants drama. He'll act annoyed but he's listening to every word.

He may not be the most social, but he’s fiercely loyal to his friends. If they’re in trouble, he’s the first to show up, no questions asked.

Incredible memory for his friends’ favorite drinks. When they meet up at a bar, he’ll have everyone’s order ready before they even sit down.

Logan knows when someone needs to talk and when they just need company. He’s the type to sit quietly beside a friend, sharing a drink or a cigar, letting them know they’re not alone.

Perfectly content with sitting in companionable silence for hours.

He’s surprisingly good at cooking, and loves to feed his friends. It’s one of the few domestic things he takes pride in, and he finds peace in the routine of it.

Never breaks a promise, no matter how small. If he says he’ll do it, whether it’s fixing something for you or showing up for a drink, he does it.

Logan brings back small souvenirs from missions for his partner, whether it's a pretty rock he found in a river bed, a flower pressed into his notebook, or a feather tucked into his jacket.

It's his way of saying "I was thinking of you while I was away"

Has a shoebox full of old polaroid's of his long-gone friends. He rarely looks at them, but keeps them to feel connected to those he's lost.

Also writes letters to his dead friends and keeps them in the box as well. It helps him process his grief.

Loves the smell and feel of old books. He can often be found in second-hand bookstores (or Xavier's library), running his fingers over the spines and flipping through the pages just to take in the scent.

Old!Logan needs reading glasses but is too stubborn to admit it. He’ll wear them when he’s alone, grumbling about how small the print is getting these days.

Has a soft spot for classic cartoons like "Looney Tunes." If he’s flipping channels and catches one, he’ll stop and watch, chuckling at the slapstick humor.

Logan is not a morning person. He’s grumpy before his first cup of coffee, and everyone knows to give him space until he’s had it.

"I CAN'T GIRLBOSS WITHOUT MY COFFEE"

He is a creature of habit, and he always orders the same meal at his favorite diners—usually steak, eggs, and a black coffee. The waitstaff know his order by heart.

Logan has a way with animals, even the ones that are usually skittish or aggressive. It’s like they sense he’s one of them, and they naturally trust him.

Modern day disney princess lookin' ass

Logan pretends to hate puns, but deep down, he finds them hilarious. If someone cracks a particularly bad one, he’ll groan, but there’s always a hint of a smile on his face.

*cough cough* I'm looking at you Wade

Ridiculously competitive at board games. Especially Monopoly and Scrabble. He’ll argue over the rules and demand a rematch if he loses.

When Logan is working on something mechanical, like fixing a motorcycle or sharpening his claws, he has a habit of whistling old tunes from the 1940s.

Guilty pleasure for musicals.

I had to put that in I'm sorry...

Has a small collection of vintage lighters from all the places he’s traveled. He likes the look and feel of a good lighter in his hand.

Keeps a collection of old dog tags from the wars he’s fought in. He doesn’t wear them but keeps them as a reminder.

Also has a small but growing collection of "World’s Best" mugs—like "World’s Best Dad," "World’s Best Boss," etc. He picks them up when traveling.

He likes the irony of it, because he would never describe himself as the "World's Best" of anything.

Logan loves the sound of old vinyl records. He has a small collection of blues, jazz, and country albums that he listens to when he wants to unwind.

Secretly believes in superstitions. Like always knocking on wood or avoiding walking under ladders. He knows it’s irrational, but after living as long as he has, he figures it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Hopeless with modern technology. He’s constantly asking for help with his phone, and he’s convinced that A.I. is out to get him.

He’s also been known to tap the screen harder when it doesn’t work, as if that will fix the problem.

Despite everything he’s been through, Logan believes in giving people a second chance. He knows what it’s like to be lost, to make mistakes, and to want to start over. He’s patient with those who are trying to better themselves and is willing to help them find their way.

Logan is a natural born leader.

And he deserves a life full of peace, love, and happiness

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk!!

[thinkinonsense]

MY HAIR𑁍

old man!logan howlett x housewife reader

cw: fluff, minor nsfw content, soft logan

wc: 800+

part one

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you aren't an insecure person by any means, but that doesn't mean you don't have insecurities. whenever you even attempted to explain them to logan he always hushed you up with a kiss and whispered how he loves you no matter what. he never understood why someone so angelic would fixate on the smallest of imperfections?

the main insecurity that logan could never wrap his head around was, your hair.

growing up, your hair was always long, thick and curly. people either loved it or hated it but you always hated it. kids at school were so incredibly cruel that every summer you would cut it short. getting rid of all the heat damage caused by the constant abuse of your straightener.

logan and you met during the winter months when you usually let the curls be free, not caring much to do anything with it until the heat came again.

during the beginning of your relationship, he didn't seem to be bothered by the barrier you created around your hair. he questioned all the straightening products and asked why you always had to cut it come summertime.

over time it became logan's main obsession. he knew you were possessive of it, always smacking away his hand anytime he tried to wrap a pretty curl around his finger. he could always smell your shampoo lingering which only added to the obsession. the absolute worst was when you rode him because all he wanted to do was tug at the ends until your mouth hung open.

at every chance he could, he would offer to wash your hair or style it for you. it was painful for him to see how soft and full of volume it looked; bouncing as you walked.

for god's sake, logan learned how to do a fuckin' french braid, that's how badly he wanted to know that part of you.

yet, your walls never crumbled.

one night while the two of you were watching an old western in bed, logan decided that he had had enough of it.

"sweetheart?" logan asked, looking down at you as your head rested on his chest.

"hm?" you peer up at him through your lashes.

"can i ask you something?"

"anything."

logan took a deep breath and then asked, "why won't you let me touch your hair?"

the question sounded silly, and he knew it but at this point, logan was desperate. even now, seeing your hair caged up with a claw clip was torture for him.

"i-i didn't think it was a big deal." you stutter, caught off guard by his forwardness about the topic.

"it's not." he looks longingly into your eyes. want you to appreciate it the way i do."

there's a look in your eyes that is debating whether or not to give logan what he wanted seemly badly. you trusted logan, he would never make fun of you. maybe it was silly to keep that part of yourself hidden from him. the two of you are married after all.

logan watches as you sit on your knees in your silky navy pajamas. he can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you exhale then reach up, touching the clip in your hair. it felt borderline erotic to logan as he watched your hair fall effortlessly over your shoulders.

"i'm going to give you instructions, alright?" you warn him.

logan wanted to roll his eyes as you inform him to not tangle your hair. he knew how to be gentle, but he wasn't going to blow this opportunity.

"want you to touch softly just like how you do my mind." your voice was barely a whisper as you watched his hand lift up to your shoulder.

he nods, stroking the soft follicles from your earlobe to your waist. it was smoother than silk. every curl fit perfectly around his finger.

"it's beautiful, sweetheart." he complements, watching as a blush rises to your cheeks. "can't believe you've been hiding it from me all this time."

you climb onto his lap to kiss him when something snaps deep inside of logan. the shampoo.

"fuckin' lavender..." he groaned against your lips. "could smell it a mile away."

"love you, lo." you pull back to say. "i'm sorry that it took so long to-"

your words fade in your throat as he tugs at the hair resting near your ass while grinding up against you.

"don't apologize, just want you to love yourself the same way i love you." he says in between leaving marks on your jaw, inhaling your scent.

a moan falls from your lips, leaving logan to wonder if it was his words that caused it or the fact that he was now tugging a fist full near your neck. either way, it didn't matter because he would never stop touching your hair. at least not while you sing like a hummingbird for him.

[yvaineseleneposts]

Nicotine

Requested: no

A/N: loosely based on the song Nicotine by Chef'Special. They're a Dutch band and I highly suggest you give them a listen.

Pairing: Nico Hischier x reader

Words: 800

Warning(s): none

The streets of Newark hummed with the late-night lull of a city still half-awake. Neon lights flickered against the wet pavement, reflecting a hazy glow onto the pavement. Nico Hischier pulled his hood tighter over his head, trying to disappear into the quiet hum of passing cars. He wasn’t supposed to be here—not outside her flat, not checking his phone for any trace of her name, not feeling this gnawing ache in his chest that no game, no victory, could ever erase.

He wasn’t supposed to miss her like this.

The text glared back at him from his screen, the words hanging in the air like smoke. He hadn’t hit send, not yet. Maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe she had already moved on, tucked herself into someone else’s world, someone who didn’t leave her questioning her place in his life.

The thought of her with someone else made his stomach twist. She had always wanted more, something he struggled to give her. Not because he didn’t love her—God, he loved her—but because his life was a whirlwind of airports and ice rinks, of waking up in different time zones and trying to keep the Devils’ crest above his own needs. She had understood for a while. Then she hadn’t.

Now she was gone.

Nico ran a hand through his hair, exhaling into the cold night air. He should go home. Shouldn’t keep standing under her window like some desperate cliché. But his feet stayed planted on the cracked pavement, memories flashing like snapshots in his mind. The way she used to trace the veins on his hands when he was too exhausted to speak. The way she smelled—like vanilla and something uniquely hers, something he wanted to drown in.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. The nights spent curled up in his flat, her fingers absently playing with the hem of his hoodie, her voice soft as she asked him about the next game. The way she looked at him after a loss, like she knew exactly how much it weighed on him. She had been his solace, his escape from the chaos. And now, without her, the silence was unbearable.

He had tried to shake her, tried to fill the void with gruelling practices and mindless distractions. He spent extra hours at the rink, forced himself into team outings, even entertained the idea of dating again. But nothing worked. She was under his skin, in his veins, a constant hum in the back of his mind. Love wasn’t supposed to feel like withdrawal, but she had become a habit he couldn’t break, a craving that refused to fade.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard again. Maybe this time he’d say what he never could before. Maybe she’d listen. Maybe she’d tell him she missed him too. Or maybe she’d tell him what he already feared—that she was happy, that he was a chapter she had closed.

The thought made his throat tighten, but he pressed send before he could think too much.

The moment the message was delivered, he regretted it. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of it all. He couldn’t take it back. All he could do was wait.

Minutes felt like hours. He paced the pavement, glancing up at her window, half-expecting the light to flicker on, for her to appear, to tell him she felt the same. But there was nothing. Just the quiet hum of the city, the faint echo of laughter from a nearby bar, and the dull ache in his chest.

Maybe she was asleep. Maybe she had seen his name on her screen and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. Maybe she was lying in bed with someone else, too wrapped up in new love to care about the past.

His chest tightened at the thought, and he forced himself to turn away, his feet moving before his mind could catch up. He needed to let go. He needed to walk away before this crushed him completely. But as he reached the end of the street, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Heart pounding, he pulled it out, eyes scanning the screen. One message. Her name. His breath caught in his throat as he opened it.

"Nico... why now?"

He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he typed his reply. Because he couldn’t do this anymore. Because the thought of her with someone else drove him insane. Because no matter how hard he tried, she was the only thing he ever truly wanted.

But he didn’t type any of that. Instead, he settled on the only truth he could manage.

"Because I still need you."

[usagiarchive]

angel of the codeine scene — [03] i know you

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sypnosis. [ xiao x adeptus!reader. 1.5k words. angst. ]  — a patient who does not want treatment, cannot be treated.

You can feel it in your bones.

It's the constant buzzing behind your eyes, the chilling feeling on the back of your head, and the thrumming of your heart.

You know Xiao.

But you can't remember how exactly.

It's like a memory right in front of you hidden in a façade and just out of your reach.

On the times you do remember, the times when you wake up from a dream you know Xiao was in, it slips from the grasp of your mind just as quickly.

As you look at him now, washing blood off of his weapon in the river, you can't help but feel a sense of déja vu…

“If you have something to say, say it,” he says, eyes still focused on washing the blood out, “I can feel your eyes on me,”

You shake your head.

Not today, you think, I can't ask yet, I don't know how to approach him about this.

He leaves it alone, too.

He knows something, you know it.

It's in the way he told you mortals are fragile beings despite knowing he can sense the adepti blood running in your veins.

It's in the way he leaves you at places where you're in his view, but away from danger while on patrol.

It's in the way he makes sure you're fed and sleeping a normal amount all the time, constantly asking how you're feeling, how you are.

But being cold and distant, still… He doesn't tell you what you're supposed to help him with, he doesn't tell you what hurts, where his wounds are.

Instead, he braves it and always tells you he's fine, nothing hurts, it's just a scratch, and all the like.

How are you supposed to help someone who doesn't seem interested in helping himself?

He was a paradox to you.

…

You were a paradox to him.

He doesn't understand how to… how to deal with you. You seem to be the same, hardworking and persistent.

You come with him to patrol and he keeps you safe but you don't say anything.

This… version… of you is… quiet.

There was no more nagging at him to clean his wounds, to take care of himself better, to dodge the attacks instead of using his body to parry the blows.

You only watch and observe now.

You place cups of tea, medicine, and meals in front of him without so much as a word.

He doesn't know what to do.

Baizhu wasn't like this, he advises Xiao on what to do, tells him how to do it.

Baizhu talks, you don't.

And it concerns him because he knows how you were, you were- you were his lover.

It confuses him to see you alive but not the same. To have the same features from over half a thousand years ago, to hear your voice once more, but not to have… you.

He knows you're different now.

That it's a different you.

You're not the same one he fell in love with, the same one who patched all his wounds (even though you know he regenerates himself), the one he knew a long, long time ago.

But it does not stop him from hoping you would somehow remember.

It still confuses him how he was given you, he does not know why Morax decided to give him a healer in the likeness of his past lover.

As a punishment or a reward, he will never know.

Weapons do not question their wielders.

Servants do not question their masters.

Demons do not question their gods.

…

“How have you been faring with Adeptus Xiao, little healer?” Verr asks you one afternoon as Xiao leaves for a meeting with Ganyu.

The two of you had figured out that the contract only works if Xiao fights, any other situation is alright for the two of you to be separated, but it still shouldn't be for longer than a day, not that he's tried to leave your side for more than half of it anyway.

(“I'll be fine, I just need to talk to her about something, I'll be quick and I will be sure to get you before I go on patrol,” he tells you and waits for a response.

You nod.

A beat, another, and then he's gone.

You think he was waiting for you to say something else.)

“Xiansheng is fine, he treats me well, makes sure I am well-fed,” you tell her, “Not sure if he's the patient or am I,” you joke.

Verr laughs, “You got that right, I've never seen him so… attentive!”

You ponder at that.

“Say, Ms. Verr… what exactly do you know about Xiansheng?”

The woman puts a hand on her chin, then proceeds to tell you all she knows. There you find out that Wangshu Inn houses him and it's not a base, Xiao is a natural recluse, prefers to stay away from humans-

“Why?”

“Oh, it's his karmic debt, it affects humans,”

“It affects humans…” you repeat absentmindedly as Verr continues to tell you information about him.

“Ms. Verr, you don't happen to have any books about karmic debt, do you?”

“I think we do, actually, I'll get my husband to find them later and give them to you,”

“I am eternally grateful,” you tell her.

If he won't tell you what's wrong with him, you won't be able to help him, you'll find out yourself.

…

Xiao lands at Yuehai Pavillion and finds Ganyu already waiting for him with a pot of tea.

They don't say much, they sit in silence as she pours them both a cup of tea and he just stares at the table.

“So, how's the girl?”

“I have no idea how to feel about the whole situation.”

“In what way?”

Xiao sighs, “Ganyu, I love her- I mean the past her, not who she is now… I'm not even sure if she's the same person, I don't know if Morax brought her back to life or if he made an adeptus in the likeness of her.”

“I don't even know if the reason he gave me a healer is because he knows about the karmic debt and is giving me a reprieve, or if this is punishment.”

Ganyu pats his shoulder and pushes the cup of tea towards him but he shakes his head.

She sighs, “Have you tried asking her? Maybe she knows more than she lets on,”

The other adepti shakes his head, “I don't even know how to not look at her and not feel my heart clenching, I know it's not her anymore, Ganyu,”

“And I can't even ask her if she remembers, so I try in a different way, I try to make sure she sleeps well, that- that's she's never hungry- like before- I-”

He sobs.

Ganyu snaps her head in shock. In five hundred years, Xiao has never weeped. Not even because of the pain from his karmic debt.

Xiao has always braved the pain and put on a front in front of everyone. Weakness is not a word in his dictionary and neither is vulnerability.

“But I can't,” he heaves, “Every time I look at her, my throat locks up and I want to cry and tell her so much, tell her I'm sorry- that- that I didn't make it in- in time,”

Ganyu doesn't know what to say, she's in shock that Xiao is even crying in front of him, and she's in deeper shock that he's actually communicating his feelings.

“I loved her, but I know that isn't her anymore, and there's so much going in here,” he clutches his chest, just right above his heart, “That I haven't the slightest idea what to do,”

Ganyu gathers him up in her arms as he sobs on her shoulder, and she thinks- no, she knows, that you are exactly what Xiao needs for his karmic debt.

Call it a sixth sense, but first…

Who exactly were you to him?

…

Xiao returns in late afternoon, he finds you asleep on the desk with books scattered around, brush in hand as your ink was left open, the writing on the paper trailing off.

He still doesn't know how to feel or what to do as his chest constricts.

Xiao reaches out to your shoulder to wake you, but decides against it, instead he lifts you towards the bed, sits beside you, and tucks you in.

“You said you'd be quick,” you rasp, blinking the sleepiness away, but failing.

“Our… conversation ran longer than I intended,” he murmurs, pulling the sheets over your shoulders.

It's then when you notice his eyes rimmed with red.

“Are you… alright, xiansheng?”

It takes him a while to answer.

“I'm fine,” he stands, “Get more sleep,”

Xiao exits through the window, he'll be on the balcony and will get you when it's time for patrol, you know this, but you can't help the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Who exactly was he to you?

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usagi's note: GIRL I AM LOVING THE WAY I WRITE RN. it seems so cohesive these days and im so happy abt it. anyway i was playing earlier, and i was so shocked to have a world quest in hadramaveth desert. like i thought i finished everything since natlan is the only nation i dont have 100%'d and IT WAS ABOUT JEHT. ILY JEHT. UEUEUEUEUEUEU 😭😭😭😭😭. i love her sm. it was her last quest so im like rlly bittersweet abt it since i wont ever get to see her again (pls make a quest hoyo pls)

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[adamsrcnan]

OKAY OKAY here we goooo an annoyingly long-ish post about all my thoughts on The Sunshine Court

Spoilers Spoilers Spoilersss you've been warned

First things first it is so interesting to see Nora writing from not one but TWO new people's perspective. Jean's perspective is just devastating being inside his head is heartbreaking the constant fear and panic and how much of his energy is used on just pushing down every memory of what was done to him. His coping mechanisms are terrifying and i truly do hope by the end of book 2 he has a healthier way of dealing with it bc baby boy stop hurting yourself :( Every sentence was so painful to read. But also his resilience the entire time to get through it no matter what, god i fucking love him!!! He is a fighter.

Jeremy's perspective is sooooo refreshing. He is such a little sweetheart i could cry. The fact that he sends hand written letters and he's so caring and genuine but he can also be so stern. When he dropped that "i asked you a question" to Lucas fkehdjdfjdh OK SIR. I'M SAT. His relationship with the family butler is so endearing as well i need more background on that for sure! My only one criticism is that he didn't have enough pov chapters and i'm hoping we'll learn more in the second book of course because there's still so much about him and his (dysfunctional? toxic?) family dynamic that we don't know yet but also i'm greedy and i wanna know EVEYTHING about him !!!

Kevin and Jean are so just tragic it actually breaks my fucking heart like "you didn't have to slit my throat on the way out" JEAN??? and "promise me you won't try again. I can't lose you." KEVIN??? And the fact that Jean to this day is still keeping that promise. Also Jean's obvious but secret long term crush on Kevin the way it's subtly dropped every time Jean has to stamp down on his desire's and "temptations" GOD PLEASE I CAN'T STAND IT

SPEAKING OF!!! BISEXUAL JEAN ??? BI JEAN??? BI JEANNNN !!!!

Neil and Jean oh my God like where do i even start?? The guilt Jean feels at what happened to Neil in the Nest and him finally calling him by his name after Riko's death and telling him his game was good. And Neil seriously needs to give himself more credit for how much of a caring person he is because the way he indirectly told Jean that he thinks he is worth saving and didn't even hesitate before asking Stuart to send someone after That Guy after what Jean told him. Neil Josten the man that you are!!!

Jean's little sister Elodie what a beautiful name. Them being so close and him reading to her. The way he found out about her death jolted me differently. It was so awful and i'm so sorry Jean didn't get to see her grow up and meet her again.

Renee and Jean oh my god. Jean thinking she's beautiful (bitch me toooo) And the whole right person wrong time ugh i can't stand it. Him wearing her necklace all the time, enough that Jeremy always notices it. And unabashedly stealing her picture from the foxes lounge. Like he did not give a fuck. He said this one is mine. One good reason to stay alive being rainbows i'm gonna FKSJSKDHDH. Theirs would be such a soft love.

Speaking of soft loves Laila and Cat are EVERYTHINGGGG. God they are so cute with their little domestic life and their rich gay boy son who crashes on their couch with his cardboard cut out dog. That whole friendship dynamic is beautiful. Their fierce protectiveness and care over Jean as well and the patience they have with him even after the little kitchen incident. When Cat took Jean out for a drive on her motorcycle god that was such a heart warming moment and Jean helping them cook as well and becoming the girls' little sous chef it's so cute so endearing !!!

FINALLY FINALLY THE JEREJEAN DYNAMIC

PLEASE I'M GONNA SCREAM

Jeremy being the one who told Jean that Riko was dead i don't even know what to begin with THAT like hhhhhhh. The way they're both stupidly attracted to each other but won't/can't do anything about it. THE WHOLE "say yes Jeremy" SCENE WTF WAS THATTT I WAS GOING INSANEEEE. Both of them having to stop mid sentence when they catch the other looking FINE as hell. Jean being so obvious that even Lucas picks up on the way he looks at Jeremy. Jeremy being there to ground Jean in a Moment and helping him come down from it. Grabbing his face and telling him he's okay. Moving into the room with him to make him feel more comfortable !! The way Jean grabs Jeremy's chin (boiiiii). Jeremy constantly reminding Jean that he is NOT A RAVEN ANYMORE no matter how many times he has to say it. Jeremy saying he'll wait as long as it takes until Jean speaks to him. JEREMY GIVING HIM A HUG AND JEAN CLUTCHING DESPERATELY TO HIS SHIRT FUUCUFHDHSJHSSUHDH and then the "will you help me?" And the "Anything you need" AND THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE A CERAMICS CLASS TOGETHER?!?!?!!!! i can't i can't i can't i caaan'ttt

There's so much more to say but i'm gonna leave it at this for now because i need to go re-read it again and take my time with it this time round but i really could not have asked for anything better Nora truly outdid herself here !!! I'm forever grateful she blessed us with this after so long.

[uchihaharlot]

Hello there, i really love your headcanons tbh maybe the realest ones here

Since I'm here its obvious im in Uchiha hell so,

Could I politely ask for uchihas turn ons and turn offs? I swear to god when i think about them horny it brings a tear to my eye from blissfulness

The realest ones? Nonny, you honor me to the highest degree and I am forever grateful you feel this way. ❤️🥹

I think a better question would be what doesn’t turn these men off (I also think I answered this differently than you might have wanted, I hope not though). 😮‍💨😌 Though none of these men are shallow individuals, so rest assured, anyone would be their type.

Semi-NSFW; just some things that make an Uchiha melt inside

Madara:

All natural women. I’m gonna be honest here; in Madara’s time, the more rounded a woman. The better (for breeding). But in all honesty, he appreciates all shapes and sizes.

His turn off is weakness, she needs to be confident. Which sounds callous, but if she’s not at minimum as much a firecracker as he is. The chemistry is off. Madara needs someone who is going to keep him on his feet with excitement, not someone who will make him second guess their intentions. The more outgoing and confident. The better.

If Madara’s laying her in his bed, she’s going to have to be a very patient woman. This man can go for hours, and a woman who can appreciate his stamina without complaint is high on his priority list, possibly good for breeding. Madara needs to fuck her this way, ok? A test drive so to speak. It’s just how he does it, raw and unadulterated lust. He also won’t tolerate a quickie like some men.

Obito:

Its no secret that Obi, bless his soul, is the black sheep Uchiha. The quiet ones are easier for him to talk to, not because they’re touch starved or anything. But because they are legitimately sweet and soulful. A woman who is confident won’t really make him feel nervous. But what he really wants is to kinda be taken care of, tenderly.

He definitely doesn’t like loud noises or sudden changes, so the more ground and constant, the better. So a woman who has a temper, is not for him. He might get riled with a little spice, but Obito definitely doesn't and won't be a push over, even he has his limits. Obito thrives in a static environment where he can make mistakes without being treated like a child, even better if she babies him a little. I'm sure there is a mommy kink somewhere to explore.

And in bed, he’s a total mess for her, does whatever she wants. If she wants to be treated like a pillow princess and owned, he'll be man enough for it. If she wants to make him beg underneath her, that too.

Shisui:

Shisui 🥹🔥 he’s so fiery!! Definitely is turned on by a woman who is into self care. Bonus points if she agrees to partner stretch with him, it's so hot being able to feel her this way and not sexually...yet. Someone who eats well, the occasional bad food here or there isn’t a problem, but damn if she’s into good diet and exercise, sign him up and don't forget, sparring is like foreplay for him. So, if she ends up pinning him down (like he planned all along), he’s gonna be so desperate for her. And she has to be loyal; to him, to the village and morality.

As for in bed? Their chemistry is so far off the charts, neither one can keep from switching positions. I really think Shisui is one of those men, like most Uchiha but on a different level even to his family, that can go for hours. Just because he can and because he likes to see her all fucked out, it's different from her usual mouthy self, which reminds me. She needs to be just as spunky and spontaneous as he, maybe not on the same level, but a woman who is down for whatever is the best kind of medicine. Especially for a man with the whole village on his shoulders.

Itachi:

I love him, he's such an old soul. They say opposites an attract and while I think he would like someone like himself, I also feel like someone who could keep him on his toes a little. If she's a scholar, this is perfect. Itachi would really enjoy someone who he can discuss world politics with. Not too in-depth, but casually. That level of self awareness the sharingan gifts them with can often leave many Uchiha feeling mismatched, but someone who has wits to his is a godsend.

As for in the sheets, Itachi is someone who is very reserved when it comes to matters of the flesh. Trust and sex go hand in hand, he's not like Shisui who can stick it anywhere, pretty quickly too, (he once told Itachi he used a spaghetti squash as a fleshlight). Trust is earned, gained and has to be absolute. Once this is accomplished, he's so damn tender. The softest moaner, but he does it right in your ear. Hearing and seeing you enjoy sex with him is what ends up getting him going harder. Even better if you speak your desires as he rearranges your insides. As time goes on, you learn what a closeted freak he really is and end up in the false atmosphere of his Tsukuyomi.

[gliphyartfan]

Recently thinking about the Mafia AU and Time at some point (or multiple points) had to don the Fierce Deity mask right?

Is Fierce still wearing his usual armor or is he wearing mafia boss drip?

I can't believe that no one has brought up where Fierce fits in the Mafia AU 😭

Huh. Good question.

I mean I HAVE thought about him in Mafia Au. Just never focused much on it.

In all honesty? Fierce Deity would not care about looking normal.

Why should he? He’s a war god, and if anyone’s bold enough to question his glowing eyes, war paint like markings, or prematurely white hair, well… they won’t do it twice. Fierce doesn’t need to fit in, he demands respect just by existing.

Okay, if Fierce had to dress in Mafia Drip (thanks, Time, for insisting), he’d still keep all his defining features

Like, his markings? They stay. Time has them so it’s not gonna be that new to people. Let the rumors swirl. People can say whatever they want as long as they say it very far away from him.

His eyes? The glow isn’t going anywhere. It’s unsettling, sure, but it makes him even more terrifyingly mysterious. Honestly other than his change of attire, he doesn’t really change much else. And he only wears that out of Time’s constant insistence. But if a battle needs to be dealt with, he’s not gonna put the energy into conjuring up an outfit.

But if he had to put in a suit? Black, perfectly tailored, and somehow manages to look both pristine and like he’s ready to wade into a war zone. The man looks like he stepped out of a dystopian noir dream.

I’d like to say he wears dress shoes…

…I’d like to…

But I won’t..

He’s got combat boots instead of dress shoes. No one’s gonna argue.

And yes, he’s taller than Time. This man is a looming giant, the kind of figure you see in your nightmares but wake up unsure if you want to run from him or run to him. (…he’s hot okay?)

Fierce wouldn’t talk much. When he does, his voice is deep and commanding. Even a casual hello feels like it carries the weight of the world. Enemies don’t even hear him coming, they just feel his presence and know they’re done for. (Though I think a tall guy like him being super silent when moving around is it’s own form of terrifying, ya know?)

Also something I really like to imagine? (And something (y/n) likes) is how he handles kids.

Oh, kids absolutely adore him. His massive frame and glowing eyes might be intimidating at first, but the moment a child runs up to him with a flower or a question, he’s crouching down to their level. He never really speaks but kids will always warm up to him eventually. He probably carries around little candies for them because, yes, even deities can appreciate the pure joy of a child’s laughter.

A really skittish and nervous child could bump into him during a formal gathering and by the time the parents find them, the child is laughing while sitting on the silent deity’s shoulders.

He tolerates the Chain well enough, though he’s definitely the quiet guy in the corner type during group discussions. He gets along with them but isn’t one for small talk, unless it’s with (y/n). Then he’ll hang around longer. (because of course he will.)

His ROLE in Mafia Au? He’s basically a living nuclear deterrent. He’s the weapon of last resort, the one Time calls in when everything else fails. And when Fierce Deity steps onto the battlefield, the fight is already over cause he’s not gonna be merciful.

Reason people still mess with the chain’s mafia is cause any witnesses to Fierce’s power is dead.

He’s also a living rumor mill. People whisper about his origins, speculate about his position, and spread stories of the time they saw him intimidate other mafia bosses into submission with no words said.

Ah, yes. Just to be clear. Fierce Deity is definitely attached to (y/n), how could he not be?

He’s protective in a way that goes beyond mortal comprehension. (Y/n) isn’t just a person to him; she’s the one thing in this world that feels like a reason to allow it to continue to exist.

He doesn’t hover or impose himself, but he’s always there when she needs him. Whether she knows it or not, he’s watching, ensuring her safety.

If she ever calls for him, he’s there in an instant, mask just leaves Time’s side and pops up in her possession.

Fierce doesn’t just glare, he paralyzes. His stare alone is enough to break the will of most enemies. And if he glares? Forget it. The room might as well be an icebox with how cold it gets.

If someone dares harm (y/n), Fierce doesn’t just fight them. he unmakes them. And he does it in a way that ensures that person will never think of trying again.

…not like a they have any brain matter left in their heads to even consider trying again…

[razorblade180-heated]

Pretty Face

Disclaimer- Nsfw

Yang:Weiss, I have a profound and serious question. Top or bottom? And I mean spiritually.

Weiss:That last part doesn’t make this profound.

Yang:But I am serious.

Weiss:..I’m a bottom at heart.

Yang:How much so?

xxxxxx

Weiss couldn’t help but slowly think back to a “special” encounter with Jaune. She had really gotten all dolled up for him. Her hair was freshly curled to give her ponytail a drill shape. Icy blue eyeshadow with carefully managed mascara and lipstick to match. All that money and effort in makeup for the soul purpose of it running down her face.

She could barely breathe or hear the music in their hotel room over the sound of her throat closing around her boyfriend’s length. Not that she was listening to it. Her ears only cared about the constant sound of a gruff “good girl” that kept her eyes watering and on knees. Her carefully done hair felt the firm grasp of his hand controlling head, keeping it right between his legs while her own dripped more than the spit that ran down her chin. Weiss was an utter mess, but the sultry gaze looking down at her told such a beautiful lie that she couldn’t resist.

“That’s it. Keep making that pretty face.”

Gods, she wanted this moment to last forever; this feeling that dulled her mind and flooded her senses. Right to the point flood poured down her throat. Her entire body felt warm and overwhelmed. She couldn’t even tell who this was for anymore, until the answer came sliding out of her mouth. As she took a first proper breath after what felt like ages, her face remained right where it was, lapping up what dripped from the swollen tip, before moving onto leaving her lipstick all over on the package responsible for the taste in her mouth. She could still feel her ponytail under his control and Weiss was just fine with that.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you~” a twinge of pain on her scalp hit as she felt his grip tighten. Silly her. How could she forget? “Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Anything for my girl. Now then, your makeup isn’t finished yet.”

Weiss dragged her tongue all the way up along his girth before filling her throat again, her head bobbing as she devoured him; until her makeup was finally perfect.

xxxxxx

Yang:Weiss?

Weiss:*bright red*……I ask and provides; or rather, indulges my more conservative side. Let’s leave it at that.

Yang:You were totally having a flashback to something but I won’t pry too far. I might have to share my own dirty laundry otherwise. *walks away* thanks for indulging my curiosity.

Weiss:….*pulls out scroll*

Jaune:Hey Snow Angel. Everything okay.

Weiss:Yeah. Just…thinking.

Jaune:About?

Weiss:If……If you can help me with my makeup later?

Jaune:….

Jaune:Of course. I’ll make sure you look real pretty.

[transbianmuffin]

Memories pt. 4

cw a little bit of manipulation, again

********

"Careful, little one, the water is a bit hot."

There is so much nice steam in here. I never had a bath, only quick cold showers. It's sooo niceee and I'm dizzy...

"I'm a little dizzy?"

"I added some Class A and E to the water, the steam you're now inhaling will help you relax."

"It's nice. Oh it feels soooo good~"

her vines are so gentle gently gentling is gentling a word fuck it she's massaging my scalp, my chest and scrubbing my back my fucking god it's sooo good

"Fuck~"

"Deena, language! I know you are a bit feral but as my ward I won't allow such display of vulgarity. You must be well behaved, little miss."

"Y- yes sorry."

wait, was that an order? oh yes! fuckfuckfuck scritches behind my ears I feel like I'm melting I wanna stay here forever

"A- ahhhh~"

"You like that, don't you?"

"I love it. I love it so much."

"And who's a good girl?"

I am I am I am I am please tell me it's me it's me it's me it's me

"Me?"

"Yes darling, you are~"

yes yes I am her good girl her good girl her good girl hergoodgirlhergoodgirl wait.

Wait.

Slow down, Deena.

Slow down, breathe.

Breathe.

You're still a captive?

Maybe?

"Sinea..."

"Tell me, my dearest."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I told you! I find you extremely cute and we Affini take great care of cute things."

"But-"

"No buts, sweetie. Just trust me. Close your eyes and tell me what you feel. This will answer your question."

"I feel peace. I feel every inch of my body thriving with bliss. I feel my mind slowly numbing down to a place of pure happiness. I feel... love."

"Exactly."

"But it's not real, right? It's the xenodrugs."

"The xenodrugs are only a little plus. A little kick to smooth things up. It's all true. What you are feeling it's genuine."

"W- why are you putting your vines around my neck?"

"Can you feel the slight pressure I'm applying there?"

"Yes~"

"Again now, what do you feel?"

"Normally I would be scared as fu-. As hell. I'd be scared as hell. Not now though, the pressure is pleasant~ It reminds me that you are here. It gives me a sense of belonging. Belonging? Belonging."

"Say a word and I'll release you immediately."

"..."

"I'll take your hesitation as a word."

no no no no keep your vines around my neck no please no I want to belong I want I want no no no please it felt so good

"No, please don't. Keep them there, as a constant reminder that~"

"That you're mine?"

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes

"I- I don't know."

"I see~ let's finish here and I'll dress you."

how much time has passed?

The xenodrugs are wearing off.

Fuck that was so intense.

...

Her vines again, all around me...

"I'm not a doll, you know?"

"Oh, sorry sweetheart. Do you want to put on your dress by yourself?"

"No. No please continue."

"Oh Deena, you're so silly~"

I can't think straight, I can't think oh my the dress is so beautiful oh my I've never had such a beuatiful thing in my whole life fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

"Oh holy fucking fuck!" "Deena. What I've told you about language?"

"That I must be well behaved."

"And are you well behaved now?"

"Sorry Sinea." "That's my good girl. Now let's see how it fits. I got inspiration by a very specific terran specie of tulips. I think you called them 'tulipa altaica'. Yes, something like that."

"..."

"Sweetie why are you crying, you don't like it?" "Sinea, I love it. I love it so much. The bright yellow! The shape! It fits me perfectly and it gives me such beautiful hips. I've never had something this beautiful in my whole life."

"You can take it with you when we will be done here. It's a gift."

"Take it? Take it where?"

"When you will leave, silly. At some point you will leave and go back to Jupiter or wherever, right? Consider this a parting gift for all the info you gave us."

"Oh, yes sure. When I will leave. Yes."

"There is one last bit we're missing here, though."

"?"

"Remember when you had my vines around your neck?"

yes sure itwasonlythemostintenseandjoyousexperienceofmywholelife

"I think so, I was so high."

"Mh mh, well I was taking measurements."

"Wait! Is that a c- collar?"

"All the florets have one, you would look weird without one and besides other Affini will start asking me why you don't have one and I don't want to be there and repeat ten times in a row that you're my ward, not my pet there's a difference and bla bla bla."

"But I'm not a floret..."

"True and in fact this is not the same collar florets wear. This is just a garment, a fashion accessory. Nothing more than that."

"O- ok."

"Wanna put it on yourself or do you want some help?"

"Do it."

"Do it, what?"

"You know what, Sinea."

"I want you to ask for it."

"Help me."

"Ask properly, Deena."

"Please, help me putting the collar on."

"With utmost pleasure, my darling. You look gorgeous. If I think when I found you almost dying in that stinky, squalid, inelegant terran ship. Stars, look at you Deena, look at you."

I'm beautiful. Can I be that beautiful? Am I allowed to be that beautiful? I- I- I- I- "I am-"

"You are what?"

"I am-"

"I want you to say it, Deena."

I am beautiful."

"You are beautiful. Again now."

"I am beautiful."

"Yes, you truly are my dearest. Now let's head to the floret's gathering. Everybody will be so excited to meet you."

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[luvvrz]

The Odyssey Fucks Hard [Poolverine, 18+]

AKA: how the movie woulda went if I was at the table

Additional tags: ermmmm very gay 🤭 pain kink most def, lacks foreplay just right into the nasty, also a slight bit of degradation but not much

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He's fucking grinning. Logan doesn't know why, there's blood in his teeth and a blade in his fucking abdomen, but he's grinning. Maybe he likes it when prey fights back? Or, better yet, maybe he likes it when someone can keep up.

Wade's still talking - when is he fucking not? You'd think in some bad ass fight scene like this one, the motherfucker would attempt to indulge. You know, less yapping and more punching. Then again, the man wouldn't be able to shut his goddamn mouth if it literally sewn shut. Sources? I won't elaborate.

Nonetheless, Logan's on top of him, and he's got a set of claws tucked neatly into his side. Wade arches up with a hiss, and they're pressed together, and *Christ*, the man's all muscle. Surely it's to be expected, but Logan doesn't enjoy using his brain often. It's not that he's stupid, he just... doesn't care enough to think. Neither does Wade, clearly, his next strained words a testament to that.

"No cup? I mean, you're prehistoric, so I know there's probably not a lot of swimmers left, but it's the principle, you know?"

Logan growls, fangs bared as his other hand swipes up to promptly wrap around the other's throat. He squeezes with a vegence, eyes narrowed and face twisted up in a bitter fury.

"Shut the fuck up. You haven't shut your mouth for one goddamn second since you showed up."

This prompts Wade to smirk, a sight hidden beneath the mask, but the way the eyes of it crinkle up is more than enough proof. Logan hates him. Logan doesn't think he could possibly hate anyone- or anything, more.

"Ooh, fiesty. Watch it, Wolvie, I'm into degradation. At least take me to dinner, first."

Logan snarls, grabbing a fistful of Wade's mask to yank his head to the side, slamming it into the nearest window. The man groans, a sound that Logan all-too happily chooses to relish in. They're still pressed together, chest to chest and hip to hip, and- holy fuck, is he genuinely twitching beneath me?

The anger on his face gives way to shock, if only for a moment, before that ever-present scowl is returning with a vengeance. Alas, he is a man, a man who is in constant denial of enjoying things simply because he doesn't believe he deserves it. Still, that doesn't stop his own dick from twitching weakly in interest, making Wade's head shoot up.

God dammit, he could practically hear the amusement in his voice.

"Is that a claw, or are you just happy to see me?"

He doesn't even have time to finish his sentence before Logan's claws are embedding themselves deeper into his side, as much of a promise as it is a warning. Wade's head falls back with a throaty groan. He is getting off to this, the kinky son of a bitch.

Still, no one addressed the elephant in the room, both figuratively and literally. Sure, it's been brought up, but the real question is, what is going to be done about it?

Wade's still talking a mile a minute, and Logan's sanity is slipping through his fingers.

"Calm down, baby girl, no need to blow a fuse. Sex is a perfectly normal thing that happens when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, there's nothing to be ashamed about-"

You'd think a man that was almost 200 wouldn't have the kind of speed Logan does, but then again, Logan is not your average man. He's ripping Wade's mask up with a quickness even light itself would envy, meeting his lips in something of a kiss. Sure, it's all teeth and tongue, and he's growling like a pissed off bitch in heat, but... it's a kiss, as far as Wade's concerned!

As far as Logan's thought process goes, though, he just wanted quiet in the peanut gallery.

For the first time in this history of Marvel Universe, Wade Wilson is quiet. The air itself is silent, waiting on a baited breath to see what happens next - only broken by Logan's growling.

Logan doesn't break the kiss, not even as he begins to undress the man beneath him. The Wolverine is a man of many things, but patience is not a virtue he possesses, nor particularly cares for. A single claw extends to cut Wade's suit off him, resulting in a whine of pure despair.

"Hey, I was fondled like a French girl for that goddamn suit! Careful with the merchandise."

Logan cuts off his yapping with a particularly rough nip to the lip, sending the welcome taste of copper spreading over his parched tongue. The claws are on his own suit now, and for a moment, he's tempted to look for the zipper just to spite the other - but then again, his dick's throbbing and he'd honestly rather skip the formalities.

Unceremoniously, the suit is cut away, and soon enough, the pair are pressed closer together than pussy lips in a g-string. Wade's scars extend far below the collar, Logan's come to realize, and he retracts his claws only to temporarily ghost his fingertips along the divets in his skin. The gentleness doesn't last for long, though - as soon as he finds the hem of Wade's boxers, those, too, are being torn away.

Wade fucking giggles, twirling a strand of non existent hair as his other hand comes to cover his dick - not that it mattered much. If Wade Wilson had anything to be proud of, it was his fucking cock. His hand didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Careful, shnookums, I'm shy."

Now, a better man would've maybe indulged in some foreplay, maybe even prep. But Wade's a big boy, he can take it. Plus, maybe the stretch will give that mouth something else to focus on besides being the most insufferable being on the planet.

And so, Logan rather unceremoniously spits into his palm, before stroking himself. One pump, two pump, three, before he's deemed himself ready. He knocks Wade's hand away, before thinking better of it, and uses his own free hand to grab both his wrists and pin them above his head. The resulting smirk is instantaneous, and Logan can fucking see the gears in his head turning, preparing for another snippy remark.

Logan decides that he simply won't give him the chance.

His hips are pushing forward, brutal and impatient, and the initial stretch has them both gasping like a fish out of water. His grip on Wade's wrists tighten, bushy eyebrows furrowing as his mouth parts in a silent groan. His eyes flutter closed as he tries to focus on anything other than how freakishly tight Wade's ass is.

And Wade, he isn't much better off. If Deadpool is anything, it's a goddamn pain slut, and the sudden burn has stars exploding behind scarred eyelids. It's a strained grunt, more akin to a whimper, and his cock jumps angrily against his belly.

For once, the Merc with a Mouth has nothing to say - and not because he didn't want to, but because he can't.

There's something triumphant in Logan's eyes at that, a selfish sort of victory. A cruel, condescending smirk as he leans closer, tilting his head minutely. The pace he's settled into, it's rough, punishing, and Wade's brain simply isn't working as quickly as his mouth. The man's attempting to babble, but all he can muster is a few broken whines, and a guttural 'Jesus fucking Christ.'

"If I knew that cock was all it took to get that fuckin' mouth o' yers' quiet, I would've stuffed this fuckin' hole hours ago."

The Odssey fucks hard, Wade reckons, but Wolverine fucks harder.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Might write this into a full story- depends. Salaryman!NanamixReader! -canon adjacent ramble-

“(Y/N) are you ready for lunch?”

A simple question shouldn’t have shocked you so much but, coming from Nanami Kento it did.

You were attractive. You didn’t believe that or at least not to the extent Nanami had explained but, you were. You gained so much attention at the office that all went unnoticed by you. From bosses, coworkers, random delivery guys- it was madness basically. And you were just at your desk, not a care in the world, just thinking how nice everyone is at this job.

Everyone knew, especially Nanami. Unlike the others, he was a professional and never let himself get sucked into your orbit. He thought you were an admirable worker and you seemed nice. At the end of the day though you were just another coworker at the company he hated. He would catch you staring at him sometimes. He would pretend not to notice but it had started to get annoying. It was only after he noticed how you avoided the copy room did he understand: you can see curse spirits too.

He felt bad for you. You obviously didn’t know anything about curses or sorcery and now your work area isn’t safe. As long as you weren’t attacked he thought it would be okay to ignore it but the stressed expression you wore when asked to make a copy or go get some documents ate away at him. Nanami started to coveiently be around the copy room at the same time as you. And the strange little creature in the corner always seemed to be gone. You also felt lighter for the first time in years. You spent most of your life in constant fear of little creatures and dark energies you felt all around you. It plagued you as a child and your parents could never console you. You eventually learned to just deal with it. You had been able to get by the past couple of years without much trouble until you started working and saw it. A tiny, creepy, rat-like-fly-like-bird-like creature. It was hideous. But when Nanami would follow behind you to the copy room it never seemed to be there. In fact, you felt light around him. Like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

This became your routine. Nanami didn’t seem to mind. You were constantly surrounded by others so he assumed you didn’t notice him. Not until one long company outing. You hated these. Nanami hated these. That’s probably why you were both drinking so heavily, the only two non-lightweights. All your co-workers were absolutely gone including your supervisors. It didn't take long before everyone called it quits. While standing outside, idly swaying, you spoke to Nanami in the longest conversation you two have ever had. You admitted that you felt safe around him, safer than you did at home. It almost felt like the horrid feeling you got at work suddenly transferred to your home. Nanami, being the gentleman he is, offered to take you home and you (still drunk) said “You’d rather spend time at his home just to keep feeling safe tonight.

That’s how you found yourself in Nanami’s large bed, in his moderate apartment, not as hung-over as you thought you would be. You walked out of the room to the smell of breakfast being made. You noticed a spare pillow and blanket on the couch as you st at the breakfast bar.

“Good Morning.” He said “Coffee or tea.”

“Tea.” You replied softly, “I didn’t mean to steal your bed.”

“It’s fine, you fell asleep in the taxi, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh god,” you whined inwardly, “Did I say anything embarrassing?”

“You said you felt safe with me.” He said in a monotone voice as if theat wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to be told at 8 am.

You laid your head down on the counter top. This day could not get worse.

Nanami found it somewhat endearing. He decided that today was not a good day to tell you about curses. Now he just wanted you to feel better.​​ Instead of it being awkward, you two became somewhat closer. Work friends at least. It turned to actual friends and somewhat more. You didn’t really know what to call it, he felt like a boyfriend though. Nanami never protested you saying so. During work hours you stayed friendly and cooperative. Despite his apartement being bigger, Nanami enjoyed your home instead. He insisted that laying in your bed was better. He would jokingly say it was to keep you safe.

So yeah! It was a bit of a shock to you and the surrounding co-workers when Nanami-I-hate-work-Kento suddenly asked you to lunch and addressed you by your FIRST NAME.

“U-Uh, yeah. C-Coming.” You stumbled over your words and handed the paperwork to the coworker.

“Oh I thought we could get lunch today.” He said

“Sorry, Kento and I already had plans.” You replied with an embarrassed smile. It felt strange calling him by his first name in front of others. It was kind of nice too.

“So what was that,” You smiled as you both sat down for lunch.

“What was what?” He replied plainly.

“You seemed a little upset that Takahiro was going to ask me out for lunch.”

“Really? I didn’t notice him.”

You chuckled, “You also called me (Y/N).”

“I should have checked first, I’m sorry.”

“No. I like it. I would like it if you called me that all the time. I won’t be here long anyway.” You smiled. Kento often spoke about how you garnered attaentioned but you didn’t notice until this last month when you announced you were transferring.

“Alright I will then.” Kento said with a small hint of a smile. “I’ll be leaving a little after you.”

“Are you transferring?”

“No, I talk to an old classmate of mine. They found a mentorship for me, it’s at my old highschool.”

“That’s sweet!” You swooned, “Those kids would be lucky to have you.”

“I hope so. I want to give them the guidance I wish I had back then.”

After your lunch you both made your way back to the building. You both noticed a definite shift in the air. Takahiro must have spread the word already. It didn’t matterm you were both going to be out of this place so any idle gossip meant nothing. The day ended and you were about to part ways when he handed you his spare key. “I have to meet with my classmate for a bit, would you mind going over to my place?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” You seemed a little skeptical.

“There’s also something I wanted to talk with you about, I won’t be long. Don’t worry about cooking, I'll bring dinner.” He said as a black car rounded the corner.

“Is it something bad?” You asked.

“No, just important before I take this big step. I know I have your full support but I want you to know everything before I do.”

The car pulled in front of you both, the window rolled down and there sat a man with short parted black hair and black rimmed glasses. He spoke, “Nanami-san.”

“Text me when you get there.” Kento said as he reached for the door.

“Okay.” You smiled. He leaned over to give you a kiss and stepped into the backseat of the black car. You waved him off befoer turning towards the train station.

“It’s good to see you again, Nanami-san.” Ijichi said.

“Ijichi-san. Could you not mention anything you saw to anyone?” The two men made eye contact through the rearveiw mirror. A silent agreement was made. Nanami hadn’t fully agreed yet but keeping you out of the way of the higher ups took priority. He needed to make sure you knew exactly what those creatures were. What jujutsu sorcery was. What you were possibly risking by staying with him. He had to do it tonight while you still had a chance to leave. He loves you. He can’t tell you that though. He needed to make sure you wouldn’t stay if you had the choice.

He needed to keep you safe.

[bones4thecats]

May i ask for Yor briar! Reader x record of ragnarok, who do you think would fit her the most? (Also she still has anya and she fights for humanity for her daughter and brother)

A/N: I’ve actually tried starting to watch Spy x Family, and from what I’ve seen, it’s really good! So, I’m using what I’ve seen of Yor in this! Anyways, enjoy~~

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🪩 On god, he was upset about this

🪩 He isn’t fond of Humanity and we all know this, they gave him headaches, but hearing Heimdall’s constant rants on the contestants was a close second in causes

🪩 He watched as their representatives, Cheranbog and Belobog, step out and form out of black and white smoke

🪩 Then he heard Heimdall yell out your introduction;

“ And welcoming one of the most well-known assassins throughout history, the Thorn Princess, better known as, Y/N! ”

🪩 You stepped outside in your classic outfit, a black dress with your hair mostly tied up and your weapons drawn

🪩 There were only two things left on his mind, why are two gods going against one human and why are you so pretty?!

🪩 Belobog and Chernabog chuckled at your facial expression, it was fair and non-threatening compared to those of Lü Bu

🪩 Once you landed the first hit against them, he was on the edge of his seat

🪩 Now, he was hoping you would win, just so he could actually speak to you

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💐 Much like Shiva, she is not fond of Humanity, as they were destroying everything beautiful on Earth that she worked to keep nice

💐 She was just wondering around Valhalla one day when she heard a young girl laughing

💐 She turned around and saw a young, pink-haired girl with green eyes stroll up to her and reach out to shake her hand

“ I’m Anya! What’s your name? “

💐 Aphrodite smiled and shook the young girl’s hand before giving Anya her name and a flower crown she had made

💐 Anya smiled and yelled out to her mama, you, and she saw as you, the human who had just fought against Belobog and Chernabog, run up to scold her on leaving you without anyone watching

💐 Looking at you, she noticed you were one of the few humans who seemed to care for the planet during life, putting in effort to make sure the flowers stayed healthy

💐 Smiling at you and chuckling as the young girl tried escaping your grip, she made sure to remind herself later to speak to you, she had some questions for you

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📯 He met nearly every contestant in Ragnarok, or at least had spoken briefly to them so he could get some bare info for their introduction during battle

📯 When he first spoke to you, your brother was helping you put your hair up while your daughter laughed in your lap, telling you a joke she had heard from Sasaki earlier

📯 Seeing your smile made him laugh, normally when preparing for battle, the Humans were training and keeping their composure

📯 You were the opposite, and he liked it

📯 At first, he thought that your brother, Yuri, was your husband, and for some reason he was quite saddened

📯 Maybe it was because Buddha had taken his horn earlier, maybe something else

📯 When doing your introduction, anyone with feelings could see how his voice seemed to be laced in more happiness when mentioning you attacking the two Slavic deities, Belobog and Chernabog

📯 After the battle was over, he had helped escort you and your fairly injured body to Brunhilde, Göll, and Kojiro Sasaki to carry you to heal

📯 He needed to check on you once the day’s battles were over, he can’t let his new favorite human go without his presence for long, now can he?

[rrezshifts]

𝓼𝙝𝙞𝖋𝙩𝙞n𝙜 𝙚x𝙚𝙧𝙘i𝙨𝙚

ꜱɪɴɢᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ

this is a shifting exercise by zaddizu. i’m doing this because i wanted to post something, but my brain is being weird and won’t let me do shit, especially anything creative. read more about my singer reality for a bit more context for this post.

my name is theodore solano.

my favorite food would probably be greek or italian cuisine. but like fast food wise? i love nearly any place with good chicken tenders and fries 😫🙏

if i could choose one movie to watch for the rest of my life, i’d choose pitch perfect. which is kinda crazy, even i can admit. but that movie was a staple of my childhood and what made me fall in love with singing at a young age, and i’ve never gotten tired of it.

my birthday is august 14, 1998

a song that will always have a place in my heart… probably dark days by PUP. they’re not a too well known band. but i’ve loved them for 7-8 years now, and that song is so optimistic.

my favorite color is… probably green? but i love blue too. i genuinely don’t know. green is the gayest color though, as i’ve heard, so i feel that adequately describes my soul 😭😭

the most important thing to me is probably my spirituality and religion. it helps me keep track of my self care and keeps my responsibilities on track for some reason. but i also just find that part of my life very important to me.

favorite memory? you’re asking someone with shit fucking memory of recent events… good lord. umm probably one of my first shows. i was always hella fucking nervous but everyone who was there was so excited to see me and that was just really endearing.

least favorite memory would probably be literally any of my break ups. and then after those break ups, any memories of my ex-partners 😭 that’s an over exaggeration i suppose, because i’m on good-ish terms with some of my exs.

someone i dislike? my best friends exes!

in a crowded room, i would look for my best friend, yoloxochitl first fs! we’ve been friends since middle school, and she’s been a pivotal part of my success in the music industry 🙏

best music genre is HARD to answer bro… ummm, see i sing mainly indie and shit but listening wise i love rap, mainly rage rap. but i also still love alternative and indie as well. i don’t think i could choose just one as the best because of how different certain artists can be under each genre too.

a topic i’d defend with my life would probably be pineapple belongs on pizza, and no one can say “fruit doesn’t belong on pizza” when the tomato sauce is right there!

a character i relate to would definitely be wallace wells from scott pilgrim vs the world . . . bc gay ✊😫

i have so much shit in my room that of course it’s messy. i’ll organize the mess though, so it’s in the eye of the beholder lolol

god no. i am not funny. i wish i was funny. but gun to my head, am i? nooopeee!!

if i had to choose between a fruit platter and a candy platter, i would choose fruit. as long as it’s fresh fruit and not like the cheap platter from the grocery store.

between sugar, sour, or spice i would say sugar. neither of the three is my ideal flavor profile though. i loooove savory foods so much. but for these options it’s just the process of elimination, so sugar.

my aesthetic is any men’s style that looks good to me. i’ve had so many years where i either had no style or had to wear women’s style, so like anything i can afford enough to look good i will. definitely will say it’s more of a basic aesthetic though.

my hogwarts house is gryffindor fs

and i’m an ambivert.

best school subject was english, was a struggle when we got to older literature though in high school.

if i’m sad someone could find me in either my room or my living room. i live alone so anywhere in my apartment i’ll probably be. i try to hang out with friends when i’m sad too, but there’s no constant location and it’s not a guaranteed occurrence.

who am i? i am a indie music artist? idk, i don’t like this question

someone who’s music i don’t enjoy would probably be taylor swift. the instrumental can be good, but her voice is just not for me.

i have not had a near death experience, and i would love to never have one 😭🙏

who was my first love? it was a friend who i gained a crush on, and then they moved away, and i kinda just have that lingering love for them. i kinda do regret it, nothing happened, but like i wish i didn’t still feel this way about them… if that makes sense.

has there been someone famous i didn’t like? yes! a lot of people. some because they’re terrible people, others because we don’t mesh well. it happens, that’s all i’ll say.

i do enjoy my fanbase! they’re very respectful and also bring the right energy to my performances. i appreciate their adoration for me.

i’m famous for certain songs that went viral, and i hope also for being a good singer and musician.

least favorite interview was probably genius because i felt so stupid doing it, i’m not gonna lie. but like it helped push my songs out there a bit i suppose. there was also an interview where the interviewer got too brave and tried asking a question i didn’t appreciate. but overall that interview was fine outside of that.

a song i made that is my favorite out of all of them is very hard to choose. but i love the ones i got to collaborate with people on, especially my friend yolo who has helped produce a number of my songs but also people i’ve got to sing with. it’s very fun to get to work with people like that.

i’m honestly not feeling this reality anymore because i fear the parasocial like relationship i’m forming on bbno$ and it scares me and now i’m just a lil uncomfortable with this reality existing. but i wrote this like a week ago and haven’t gotten around to posting it

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